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She Tries To Forget Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Passion in James County XVI

Ann Wallin closed the front door of her house and locked it, then she turned around and smiled nervously at the bulky man who had accompanied her home from the bar. His name was Tom Jonas and, as she studied his face, she realized he wasn't nearly as good-looking as she thought he was in the dimly-lit, smoky barroom. "Oh, well," she thought, hoping her disappointment didn't show on her face, "Too late to do anything about that now. He's here." She smiled at him. "Can...can I get you something to drink?" she asked him.

Her guest shook his head. "Nah," he replied. He moved across her living room and abruptly pulled her into his arms. "I got a better idea." He bent his head and his lips clamped down on hers.

Despite the man's crudeness, warmth began coursing through Ann. He found her desirable! He wanted her! She returned the kiss, loving the heat that suffused her as his strong arms tightened around her.

Tom couldn't believe how lucky he was. He'd gone to the bar for a few drinks and a chance to bullshit with the guys. He was always looking to pick up women, but he never dreamed he'd score with a chick as pretty as this one! He thought he was doing pretty good just to get her to talk to him and dance a couple of dances. When she invited him back to her place he almost choked on his beer. She was really gorgeous, with long, beautifully-styled light brown hair and a terrific body, too. And the outfit she was wearing really showed off how good her body was.

Ann was wearing a soft cotton olive-colored dress that buttoned all the way down the front, fit tight around her slim waist, and had a full skirt that came to just above her ankles. She had purposely left a lot of buttons at the neck and skirt unbuttoned to display both cleavage and leg. Over the years she'd learned that men liked that.

She shuddered with delight when Tom grabbed her buttocks in his powerful hands and pressed her against him. She could feel the swollen ridge of his cock pressing against her belly! It felt huge! He would give her what she needed, she just knew it!

Tom kept hanging on to the lovely woman and moved both of them to the large plush brown sofa that sat along one side of the living room. When they reached it, he pulled her down onto it and began opening the remaining buttons on her dress. He still found it hard to believe this was happening and didn't intend to stop, even for a moment. No way did he want to give this chick a chance to change her mind. When he pushed the dress open, he gasped. All she had on under the dress was a scanty thing that was sort of like a bra, but was more than that. It was held together by three pearl buttons and had skinny straps that went up over her shoulders. It was almost transparent and he could see her breasts right through it! His mouth started to water as he stared at her chest. He'd never gotten it on with a woman this pretty and never dreamed he would!

Ann watched the look that formed on the man's face as he took her clothes off. She could tell from what she saw in his eyes that he thought she was pretty and she liked that. She felt him fumbling with the buttons that held her scanty camisole closed, then his rough fingers were squeezing her breasts. He was a laborer, which meant his hands were hard and calloused. That made his touch rough, even a little painful, but it stirred her, which was exactly what she wanted. "Yes! Ohh!" she murmured as thrills began to spread through her.

Tom pushed her dress all the way open and saw that the only other thing the woman wore was a pair of panties that were just as transparent as the thing she was wearing over her boobs was. His cock was so hard it felt like it was going to tear a hole in his jeans! Damn! He had to have her! Now! He couldn't wait! He grabbed one of the lacy strips that ran over her lithe hips and tore the filmy garment from her. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and climbed on top of her.

"No!" Ann moaned. The bikini panties the man tore were expensive! Then his bulky body pressed down on top of her and she felt the roughness of his clothes on her bare skin. His cock, hard as oak, poked into her soft belly. He reached between them, grabbed it in his hand, and - without warning - sank it into her wet pussy.

"Ahh!" Ann cried. She was delighted and thrilled by the man's sudden invasion of her. He was doing it just the way she wanted him to. No love, no words of endearment, just action! Delightful action! Her hands pulled at him and her hips thrust up off the sofa. "Yess!"

Tom hadn't been in a pussy this tight in ages! He almost came before he was all the way in, but somehow he managed to control himself. Once he had his cock all the way in, he lay on her, hearing her moan, feeling her body moving under his. Jeez, she was the hottest chick he'd ever been with! Finally, after he calmed down a little, he started moving his hips, fucking her. Her cunt grabbed at his cock like it hadn't had one in years! He couldn't wait, he couldn't! She was too damn tight and hot! "Uhh!" he groaned when he felt his hot juices jetting into her.

"Oh! Uh! Ahh! Yess! Uhh! Uhh! Uhhh!" Ann moaned when she felt the man's hot cream splashing against her insides. This was what it was all about! This was what she needed! Her hands raked at the man's back, pulling at his clothes, as his hard body drove against her, crushing her against the sofa.

"Oh, Jeez, honey," Tom groaned, then rolled off and pulled his softening cock from her. "Goddamn, you're something! You really needed that, dincha?"

Ann lay there, puzzled. Her need was sated but, somehow, she felt the same nagging feelings of incompletion, of emptiness, that she always seemed to feel after she had sex. It had been like this ever since... She forced herself to drop that line of thinking.

Sex with the men she brought home usually was good, but after it ended, there was a feeling of edginess she found a little disturbing, if she let herself dwell on it. There was no warmth or caring in what she'd just done and, she told herself, that's the way she wanted it. If you didn't get involved, you didn't get hurt.

"Are...are you going to leave now?" she whispered. She hoped the man would leave now that he'd had her.

Tom was slumped on the sofa, still trying to get his wits about him. She was just about the best piece of ass he ever had! And it looked like she wanted him to stay, otherwise, why would she be asking? He shook his head. "Don't worry, honey, I ain't goin' until you tell me to," he replied.

"Oh," Ann said. She stretched and got up. "I...I have to go to the bathroom," she murmured. She pulled her dress around her and moved across the room, aware of the way the man was staring at her. Why did couldn't she enjoy sex for the pleasure it gave her, why did she always have to feel like this afterward?

In the bathroom, she finished cleaning herself up, slipped off her dress, put on a terrycloth robe, then went back out to the living room. The man was gone. Ann's mood lifted as she stood there, looking around. Maybe the man had changed his mind and left, so she could be alone.

"I'm in here, honey," she heard him call from the bedroom.

A bit saddened, she walked to the bedroom doorway, realizing she was trembling. Her companion was laying on her bed naked, his erection jutting from the mass of blond curls at the middle of his heavily muscled, deeply tanned body.

Tom was sure the chick would want more. He sure as hell did! He couldn't imagine she'd ever had any better fucking than what he'd given her. After she went to the bathroom, he got up, took off his clothes, and went into her bedroom. It was a frilly, feminine room, and he felt a little funny in there, but not enough so he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted. He was going to turn her every which way but loose before he left. She'd beg him not to leave when he was finished with her!

Then she came into the room wearing a white robe. Once again, he stared, still unable to comprehend that a woman as pretty as she was had picked him, of all people, up in a bar. He already had a hard-on, saw her staring at it, and saw her tongue slide over her lips. Jeez, she was one hot chick! When she started walking toward him, Tom's mind went wild.

As if she were sleepwalking, Ann moved toward the bed, undoing and dropping her robe as she walked.

Tom gaped at her. She sure was gorgeous. Her tits weren't too big or too small. They were just right. Her nipples weren't very big, either, but they were sticking out like little bullets. He could see she was hotter than a three dollar pistol! "You want more, doncha, honey?" he said, his voice a croak. "You liked what old Tom gave ya, dincha?"

Ann didn't reply. He might be coarse, uncouth, and not very good-looking, but his cock was hard! Soon she'd have it in her, making her feel wonderful again! She knelt on the bed, reached out a small, soft hand, and cupped the rigid pole of flesh. The man groaned when she did. She knew what to do to make him value her! She bent and took the flared, purple tip between her soft, red lips.

"Gaaddd!" Tom groaned as his cock sank into the beautiful woman's mouth. He couldn't believe it! She was giving him a blow-job! He sure as hell didn't expect this! She was fondling his balls, too, while her mouth slid up and down on his pole, and he thought he was going to explode! He'd never been with a chick this wild before!

Ann tasted the remnants of their mixed juices as she sucked his wand, and a tremor of delight raced through her lovely body. She could feel the man writhe, heard his moans, and knew he liked what she was doing to him. Up and down she moved her head, letting her lips drag along the veined flesh of the jerking, twitching pole, hearing his moans increase in volume as she did. He loved it! He loved what she was doing to him!

What the chick was doing to him was the most spectacular thing Tom had ever felt. She sure knew how to give head! His girlfriend sure didn't give head like this! "Oh! Baby!" he groaned, "You keep that up and I'm not gonna be able to control myself!"

Ann didn't want him to come in her mouth. She'd never been able to let a man do that. Instead, she swung a long, slim leg over him and, holding his cock firmly in her hand, settled herself onto it.

"Ohhh! Goddamn!" Tom moaned as she sank onto him. "Jesus, honey, you sure are some piece! Goddamn!"

Once she had the man's cock all the way in her, Ann began to rock her hips. She could feel the man's massive shaft caressing her insides. The feelings she so desperately sought began once more to fill her body.

"You're the best, honey! The fucking best!" the man under her groaned, shoving his hips up off the bed, driving his massive prong deep into her.

Exultation flashed through Ann, then something snapped inside her and her body went wild. "Uh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" she groaned and her body jolted and shook as wave after wave of delight swept over her. "Please! Oh, God, please love me! Love me! Love meee!"

Tom didn't hear what the woman riding him was saying as she came, and didn't care. All he cared about was feeling good, and he was! "Here it comes, honey! Goddamn! Godamn!" he yelled as he erupted, spewing his torrid cream into her once more. He grabbed her hips and held her tight against him as they ground out their lust. Her luscious body whipped and jerked, breasts bobbing, as she peaked.

Spent, Ann collapsed atop the man's hard body, then she rolled off, feeling a tickle as his softening penis slid from her. She lay next to him, hoping he'd get up, get dressed, and leave, but nothing happened. Then she heard a noise. She looked over at him. He was asleep, snoring softly.

"Why do I keep doing this?" she thought. "Why do I bring men like him home and do things like this with them?" Tears welled up in her lovely, soft eyes. She pulled the covers over her, turned off the light, and lay there, feeling confused and empty. At last, emotional and physical exhaustion combined to overwhelm her and she fell asleep.

She Tries To Forget Ch. 02



Passion in James County XVI

When Tom Jonas woke up the next morning, he wasn't sure where he was at first. He looked around and as he work up more and more, he realized he was in a strange bedroom. He turned his head and looked at the woman lying next to him, then he remembered. He was in bed with the chick that picked him up at the bar the night before! He looked over. She was asleep. The covers had slid off, and much of her nude, body was exposed to his fervid gaze. His cock grew hard as he looked at the gorgeous woman lying next to him. "Damn!" he thought, recalling their wild time the night before, "I wasn't dreamin' I really did fuck her. She's gorgeous and, damn, was she ever hot!"

He pulled the rest of the covers off. The woman, whose name he couldn't recall right then, was lying on her side with her incredible ass toward him. He looked at the clock on the stand next to the bed. It was five a.m. He had plenty of time for one last roll in the hay before he had to get going so he wouldn't be late for work. He slid closer to the woman and felt his cock begin to slide between her ass cheeks. Electricity shot through him. "I gotta fuck her one more time!" he thought, "Damn, if she's as hot this morning as she was last night, I'm going to work bow-legged! Christ, I hope she didn't do the stuff she did last night because she was drunk or something."

Having a hard cock probing her bottom awakened Ann. After an initial surge of revulsion, she felt her body begin to fill with elation once again. The man she'd met the night before apparently wanted to fuck her again! Since he was here anyhow, and obviously wanted her, she might as well let him have what he wanted! She pressed back against him and tightened the muscles in her buttocks.

Tom felt the woman move and was ecstatic. She was still hot for him! He reached over her and grabbed one of her breasts and mauling the nipple with he fingers. He could feel her tremble as he did. Her ass moved against his cock, driving him crazy. "You want it, doncha, babe?" he murmured.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Ann moaned. She did want him to make her feel the way he had the night before! She wanted to be fucked!

Tom grabbed one of the woman's long, slim legs and pulled it back over his, then he pressed even tighter against her. His cock slid between her legs and touched the damp, warm furrow of her cunt. Both of them moaned with joy at the delectable contact.

"Ahh!" Ann groaned. The hand squeezing her breast was rough, but that didn't keep it from making her crazy with need. And having his cock rubbing against her vagina was adding to the wonderful sensations. "Please! Please! I need it!"

"You want it, you got it, babe!" Tom said. He slid his hand down over her almost-flat belly and pressed the head of his cock between her cunt lips. With a jolt of his hips, he drove the massive wand into her. God, she was so tight and so fucking hot!

"Yes! Oh, yess!" Ann groaned as the man's massive pole filled her once more. Feelings of joy swept over her in unstoppable waves. "Please! Oh, please!" She twisted around, offering her breast to him.

Tom loved the position they were using. When the chick's breast smacked against his mouth, he began chewing the rigid nipple. As he did, he felt her begin to quake.

"Need it! Oh, please! I need it!" Ann groaned. He was doing it! He was giving her the feelings she needed so badly! "Please! Please! Give me more! I need it! Oh, God, I need it!"

"You're somethin' else, honey!" Tom groaned as he jabbed his erect cock into her. "I never seen a chick hot as you are!" He couldn't stand it. Never had he been with a woman who wanted sex as much as this one did! And she was damn good at it, too! He was gonna get her phone number before he left, that was for sure. No way was he going to forget her!

"Now! Now! Oh, now! Please! Please! Uhh! Yesss! Yessss!" Ann shrieked when her orgasm overwhelmed her and her body erupted into paroxysms of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Tom groaned as he, too, exploded into bliss, hosing her insides with his essence. When he finished, he pulled from her, rolled over, and sat up, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the bed. "Jeez, honey, you are something else!" he exclaimed.

Ann rolled onto her back and looked at him. "Are...are you going?" she murmured.

"Hey, honey, I'm a workin' man, I gotta job I gotta get to," Tom replied, "Fucking you's been a real blast, but I gotta put bread on the table, you know?" He stood up and headed for the bathroom.

Ann lay there, watching him walk away from her. Once again, she felt sated, but empty. It was always like this. While the men were there, everything was wonderful, but when they left she felt empty and alone. But those were the kind of men she always picked. Was this loneliness and emptiness what she really wanted? "It doesn't hurt as much as losing someone does, remember?" she told herself. "And after what you did, you don't deserve any better." She pulled the covers over her and lay there, crying softly.

Tom finished cleaning himself up and came back into the bedroom. He located his clothes and began dressing. When he finished, he walked over to the bed and looked down at Ann. "Hey, honey, don't cry," he said, "You want me to come back sometime, I will." He chuckled. "You better believe I will."

"You...you...you will?" Ann stammered. She didn't like him very much and wasn't sure she wanted to see him again.

"Yeah, hey, I ain't gonna pass up a superior piece of ass like you. No way!" Tom said. "I'll call you sometime."

"O...OK," Ann stammered. She didn't believe he'd call and hoped he wouldn't. She didn't care if she ever saw him again.

Tom nodded and said, "You bet, babe." He smiled down at her, then he turned and left. "Man, she's a helluva piece of ass, and she's a real fox," he thought as he walked away from her house, "but she's kinda weird, too. Aw shit, I ain't fuckin' her brain."

Ann got up after the man left and took a long, hot, shower. She had to go to work a little later, so she put on her pink bathrobe and went out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. She thought about making herself some breakfast, but decided not to. She wasn't really hungry.

Carrying her cup of coffee in her hand, she ambled into the living room, curled up on the sofa, and turned on the TV. She wasn't interested in the early morning news shows, but they were something to take her mind off her loneliness.

"Maybe I'll go to the Buckaroo tonight, after work," she thought. The Buckaroo was a local bar that featured country and western music and line dancing. Ann had been there before. Many times.

Finally, she finished her coffee, got up, and got dressed, then she headed for her job at a local outlet of a large national chain of discount department stores. 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 03



Passion in James County XVI

Martin Flannigan, Ann Wallin's next door neighbor, was standing at his kitchen counter making coffee when he saw the big blonde man leaving Ann's house. "Looks like Ann had another, ah, guest, again last night," he thought and shook his head sadly. "What's going on with that girl? What makes a pretty woman like her act like that?"

Martin, a tall, bulky graying man of fifty-five, had been Ann's neighbor for about a year. He moved to Jamestown at the invitation of his old friend, Alex Martin, the sheriff of James County, to head up an arson task force Alex had assembled. Martin was an arson investigator in a police department in a large city where Alex had once been a detective and was facing forced retirement due to his age at the time his friend called.

After he got the coffee brewing, Martin went outside and put the container that held his household trash out on the front sidewalk for pickup. He looked at his neighbor's house. As usual, Ann hadn't put her trash out. He walked around to the rear of her house, got the large, wheeled container, and rolled it out to the front sidewalk. Putting his neighbor's trash out on collection day had become a habit for him.

Martin was a widower. His wife died in a car crash two days before their tenth anniversary, some fifteen years earlier. They had two children, a son and a daughter. Both of his kids had followed in his law-enforcement footsteps. Martin, Jr., now twenty-four, was a trooper with the State Patrol. Melissa, twenty-three, was a detective with the sheriff's department in neighboring Lincoln County, and was attending night school, working on her law degree. Martin, with good reason, was proud of his kids. "I guess I didn't do too bad as a single dad," he thought as he walked back into his house.

Once more, he stood in his kitchen, looking out the window at Ann Wallin's house, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I wonder what Ann's story is," he mused. He'd spoken with his attractive neighbor quite often since he moved in, and found her to be a soft-spoken, intelligent woman. He knew she lived alone, and she didn't wear a wedding ring, which probably meant she was either divorced or widowed. He had a feeling she'd been married at least once. "Why does a woman as attractive and intelligent as she seems to be drag home a loser every night?" he wondered.

Martin wasn't judging Ann, he'd been a cop too long, and had seen and heard too many things to make judgments about people. He had gotten to know Ann and his instincts told him she was a nice person. He always trusted his instincts.

The phone rang and Martin picked it up. "Flannigan," he said.

"Hey, Ash Man," a feminine voice said, "How are you doing?"

Martin laughed. "About as well as some hick sheriff's department gumshoe, why?" he replied to his daughter. Once, ages ago, he'd come home from a fire scene covered with ashes. His wife Marie commented that he looked like the ash man. The kids had picked up the nickname and continued to use it.

"You ready for some good news?" his daughter asked.

"What?" he asked, "You've decided to bag being a cop and get a real job?"

"Not yet," Melissa said, "besides, this is even better."

"You got a dog?" Martin said, "or maybe a new car?"

"Dad!" his daughter said, sounding exasperated, "Bill asked me to marry him last night."

"Well, now," Martin said, "I guess that is good news." Bill was Bill Wilson, a State Patrol sergeant his daughter had been dating for three years and living with for one. Martin liked him and had hoped Melissa and he would eventually get married. "When's the big day?"

"What, you're assuming I said I would marry him?" his daughter teased.

"Damn right that's what I'm assuming," Martin said, "I didn't raise no foolish daughter."

Melissa laughed. "No, I guess you didn't," she chuckled. "We've decided to do it in June. The twenty-fifth."

Martin's heart skipped a beat and his eyes felt wet. "Honey, I...I love you," he said, "that's really nice." June twenty-fifth was the day he'd married Marie, Melissa's mother.

"I figured it turned out pretty well for you and Mom," Melissa said, "so it ought to be a lucky day for Bill and me, too."

"Honey, I love you," Martin said. "And I'm really happy for you."

"I love you, too, Dad," Melissa said. "Look, I gotta go. You coming up Saturday for dinner like always?"

"Of course," Martin replied. "You want me to bring anything?"

"Just your appetite," his daughter replied.

No sooner had his phone conversation with his daughter ended than the phone rang again. Martin picked it up.

"Hey, Ash Man," a male voice said, "you hear the news?"

"Yes, son, I just got off the phone with your sister," he said. "When are you going to call and tell me something like that?" His son had been dating a fellow trooper named Jennifer for almost a year, and Martin expected them to decide on marriage any time now.

"Actually, Dad, Jennifer and I have been talking about it," his son said. "Do you think Melissa would be angry if we had a double wedding?"

"You'd have to ask her about that," Martin said. "As far as I'm concerned, I don't have any problem with that. Combining the weddings will cut down on expenses, you know."

Martin, Jr., laughed. "Yeah, sure, I'll remember to tell Melissa that when I discuss it with her," he said, "I'm sure that will help convince her. Hey, Dad, I gotta get out and among 'em, I just called to be sure you were OK. See you at Melissa's Saturday?"

"Of course," Martin said. "Be careful, son."

"You, too, Ash Man," his son said.

After his ritual morning phone calls from the kids were finished, Martin got ready for work. Once he was dressed, he went back to the kitchen and got himself one last cup of coffee. As he stood at his sink drinking it, he saw Ann Wallin come out of her house, dressed for work. She looked at the trash container sitting at the curb and turned and waved at his house. Martin, not sure whether she could see him or not, waved back. Ann got in her little car and drove off.

"What's driving her?" Martin mused as he sipped his coffee. "What could be making her act the way she does?" He paused. "You know, Flannigan," he scolded himself, "What your neighbor does, and why, is none of your damn business." He finished his coffee, rinsed the cup out and put it in the dishwasher, then he put his jacket on and headed off to the office. He had a particularly convoluted case he and his team were close to solving, and his thoughts turned to that as he backed his car out of the garage.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 04



Passion in James County XVI

Ann arrived at work and punched in. When she did, Toni Wicks, who was working at the service desk, looked at her. "Mr. Lewis wants to see you in the office before you start work," she said. "He said I should send you up as soon as you got here."

Wondering what her boss wanted, Ann walked to the rear of the store where the manager's office was located and knocked on the door. 

"Come in," a male voice said in response to her knock.

Ann opened the door and went into the office.

Mark Lewis, the store manager, was sitting at his desk. When he saw Ann, standing in the doorway, he smiled. He thought she was one of the most attractive of his employees, and he had been trying to figure out how to get closer to her for some time. A few days previously, while sitting in the lunch room, he overheard some of the other female employees talking about Ann, and how she went out to bars and picked up men a lot. When he heard that, Mark figured he might have the chance he was hoping for.

"Have a seat, please, Ann," Mark said. He gestured to one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk and watched as Ann sat down in it and crossed her lithe, lovely legs.

Unlike most of the women who worked in the store, who tended to wear slacks and casual clothing to work, Ann always dressed very well. Today she a loose black mid-calf length dress with white flower pattern that had buttons all the way down the front. It had a scooped neck and wide bell sleeves. Mark thought it looked gorgeous on Ann's lean body. He gazed at her, captivated by the expanse of pale, smooth chest displayed by the dress, and by her long, silky-looking light brown hair. "I sure as hell would like to run my fingers through that hair," he thought as he sat at his desk, smiling at Ann, who looked a bit sad.

"Toni...she said you wanted to see me, Mr. Lewis?" Ann said.

"Yes, Ann, I do," Mark told her.

Ann looked at the manager. He wasn't bad-looking, but there was an arrogance about him that made her wary when she was around him. He was one of those guys who was sure how good-looking he was. And even though he was married she'd heard rumors that he'd been having affairs with some of the other clerks. 

"You look sad this morning, Ann. Is something wrong?" Mark asked. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at the slim leg clad in dark pantyhose which showed through the cut in front of Ann's dress.

"Well..." Ann said. "I...I it's nothing, really."

"Are you sure?" Mark asked.

"I...I didn't...know it...it was affecting my work," she murmured. "Is...is that why you wanted to see me, Mr. Lewis?"

"Oh, no," Mark said. "Not at all. You are one of our best employees. In fact..." He stood up and walked around in front of his desk and leaned on it. "I believe there is a possibility of your being offered the next management position that becomes open."

Ann looked at him, more than a little surprised. "Really?" she asked, smiling a little. Her personal life might be a mess, but here at work, things looked like they might be better.

"You do like working here, don't you, Ann?" Mark asked.

Ann nodded. "Very much so, Mr. Lewis," she replied. "I...I really need this job...and...and I like it, too." She wasn't sure what he was getting at, and was a little disturbed by the way he was looking at her. He began strolling slowly back and forth in front of his desk. Then he walked around behind Ann, and laid his hand on her shoulder.

"Ann, I believe I have to tell you that I've heard some things that concern me," he said. "Things that might have a bearing on whether or not you are offered the management position."

Ann jumped a little when her boss's hand came to rest on her shoulder. All of a sudden, she experienced a tiny, cold rush of fear. This definitely wasn't right. Mr. Lewis shouldn't be touching her and she shouldn't be allowing him to. "Ah...what...what have you heard, Mr. Lewis?" she asked.

Mark felt Ann jump, and was very aware of how tense she was, but he left his hand where it was. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this with one of his female employees. He knew that just like the others before her, Ann would eventually understand that she didn't have any choice if she wanted his recommendation for that promotion. He sat down in a chair next to hers and leaned toward her.

Ann was surprised when Mr. Lewis began running his fingers through her hair, then she felt his hand slide over her shoulder and trail down her arm. She shuddered again. She couldn't believe he would take a chance and make a pass at her in his office! She knew the company had a very strong anti-sexual harassment policy. "What am I going to do?" she thought, her mind whirling. "He...he is making a pass at me!"

"Ann, I'd love to see you get that promotion," Mark said, "and my recommendation will carry a lot of weight with the people at the district office who have to make the final decision, do you know that?" He continued to run his fingers lightly up and down her arm.

"Ah...yes...I...I suppose so," Ann murmured. Her boss's hand slid further down, over her hips, and onto the outside of her leg. Her breath caught in her throat and, despite herself, she felt warmth rising in her. "Oh! Why is my body reacting like this?" she thought. Alarms sounded in her mind. This was getting way out of hand. She had to stop him, now, before this went any farther. But...but what if she did tell him to stop and he got angry? She could get fired, and she certainly wouldn't get that promotion, and if she filed a sexual harassment complaint it would be her word against his.

Emboldened by Ann's lack of resistance, Mark continued to stroke her legs. He could feel her trembling and her breathing sounded a little ragged.

Ann's mind whirled as she struggled to figure out some way of fending off her boss's advances without angering him. His hand, caressing her legs, was starting to turn her on, which was the last thing she wanted. Why was her body responding like this?

Mark stopped talking. He was surprised to feel Ann responding to his caresses. In his previous experiences with other women, they had submitted to him, and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to do to them, but they hadn't really responded. Ann was responding, and it showed. Her response thrilled him. He realized her dress had a zipper down the back. He reached behind her, unzipped it, and heard her sigh softly as he did.

He began to trail his fingers lightly up and down her bared back. "You really are an attractive woman, Ann," he said softly as his fingers stole over her warm, bare skin. "You are one of the most attractive women working here."

"Ah..." Ann murmured. She had no idea what to do or say. She could hardly breathe and coherent thought was beyond her. Things had gotten way out of control. She wanted to make him stop, but no longer possessed the ability to.

"You're getting aroused, aren't you, Ann?" Mark asked softly while he continued to gently stroke her back.

Ann felt herself nodding. "Uh-huh," she murmured. Why was she letting him do this? Why wasn't she stopping him? Why did it have to feel so good?

"I thought you were," Mark whispered. He slid his hands into her dress, around her sides, cupped her breasts, and began to rub his thumbs over her nipples, which were already hard and pressing against the gossamer fabric of her bra.

Ann felt like there were electric shocks were going through her when Mr. Lewis grabbed her breasts and started to play with her nipples. She couldn't get her breath. She thought about getting up and running out of the room, but she knew her legs, which were trembling like an aspen branch, wouldn't hold her if she did stand up. "Ahh!" she groaned, her body quaking.

Mark removed his hands from Ann's breasts, took hold of the bra clasp, flicked it open, then his hands again slid around to the front of her, onto her bare flesh. He cupped her naked breasts in his hands and felt her rock-hard nipples pressing against his palms.

"Mmm!" Ann moaned. She knew she should stop Mr. Lewis, but she couldn't! What he was doing was turning her on and robbing her of the strength to resist.

Mark thrust one of his hands under the waist of her pantyhose and panties, then pushed down farther, until his hand was between her thighs. When he touched her vagina, he could feel the wetness and heat emanating from her core. He gently probed her sopping middle with his fingers, seeking her clit.

"Gahh!" Ann groaned when Mr. Lewis began fondling her vagina. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop him! And the terrible thing was that she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop, not as long as what he was doing felt this good!

Mark felt Ann's hips begin to squirm and thrust against his fingers; her body was obviously seeking more contact with him. He found her clit and flicked his finger over it. She reacted with soft moans, sighs, and more ardent thrusts of her hips.

Ann realized she was completely helpless at the hands of her boss. And even if she had the strength to stop, he'd made it clear that her getting promoted depended on his recommendation. Whether she wanted him to touch her or not didn't really matter. The situation was beyond her control! The horrible part of it was that he was turning her on. If he kept on doing what he was doing, he would make her come with his hands, she was that turned on, that close!

"Oh! Ohh!" Ann groaned. She continued to tremble as her boss's hands sent wave after wave of delight crashing over her. Then... "Ahh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she whimpered when an orgasm blossomed through her. "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!"

Mark felt Ann stiffen, then she began to shudder violently, her moans grew louder, and he could feel the juices of love flooding out of her.

Ann felt Mr. Lewis's hands leave her. She slumped back in the chair while the orgasm he'd given her faded. She still felt an occasional jolts of pleasure as she tried to gather her wits about her.

"I made you feel nice, Ann, now it's your turn to return the favor," Mark said.

Ann watched as her boss stood up and positioned himself in front of her. He began unzipping his pants. She felt herself growing weak. "No!" she thought, "Please! Don't! Haven't I been humiliated enough?"

Mark took his erect cock out of his slacks and hefted it proudly. "I know you'd probably love to have this in you," he said smugly, "but there's no way we can do that here. You don't mind taking care if me with your mouth, do you?"

"No!" Ann moaned.

"Yes! Go ahead, Ann, kiss it!" Mark ordered, his voice turning rough. "Kiss my cock."

Knowing she had no choice in the matter, Ann leaned forward in the chair and reached for him. Gripping his pole in her hand, she took it in her mouth and began licking. She was repulsed by what he was making her do, but she didn't stop, she couldn't.

"That's it!" Mark groaned as her lips slid up and down his swollen shaft. "Ah! My God, Ann, you're a helluva cocksucker! That's it!"

While Ann licked and sucked Mr. Lewis's cock she could feel his legs begin to tremble and could feel the swollen shaft in her hand begin to pulse and twitch. She tried to blot the reality of what was happening from her mind. This was just like the men she brought home at night. Pure sex, with no commitment. Maybe it shouldn't be happening, but why not? After all, Mr. Lewis was getting what he wanted, and she was getting what she wanted, wasn't she?

"Ah!" Mark moaned. His hips began to rock fervently in response to the fabulous sensations his employee was bestowing on him. "Uh! Uhh! Uhhh!"

Ann felt Mr. Lewis's frantic motions, then a flood of his hot juices began spewing from his cock, splattering on the floor. She kept stroking him until nothing more came out then, finally, she released him.

Mark, finished, pulled a handkerchief out of his suit, wiped off his cock, then stuffed it back into his pants, and zipped them up. He walked around to his chair and sat down.

Ann, slumped back in the chair again and felt tears welling up in her eyes. This had to be the worst day of her life.

Then the intercom on Mark's desk buzzed. He picked it up. "Mr. Lewis," he said. "Yes, we're almost done. I'll send her out." He looked at Ann. "There are a couple of girls waiting to go on break," he said, a bit curtly, "why don't you get yourself cleaned up and get out there?"

"O...K," Ann replied weakly.

Mark sat at his desk, watching as Ann stood up and re-arranged her clothes. A feral smile formed on his lips. Now, more than ever, he wanted to fuck her. "What...what time do you get off work today, Ann?" he asked.

"Uh...five," Ann replied without thinking.

"I'd like to have dinner with you this evening, Ann," he said. "I really think we need to discuss your possible promotion, don't you?"

"I...I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis, I...I have other plans for tonight," Ann replied. "Maybe...maybe we can get together, you know, some...some other time?"

Mark frowned and shook his head. She still hadn't gotten the picture. "OK, some other time, then," he said, sounding angry. "Remember, Ann, you will need my recommendation if you expect to get that promotion. You do understand that, don't you?"

Ann nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lewis, I...I understand," she replied.

"Just so you do," her boss said. "You better get going, or the other girls will be angry with you."

"Ah...OK, Mr. Lewis," Ann said. She left the manger's office, went to the lady's room, got cleaned up as best she could, then she went out and relieved one of the girls who was scheduled to go on break.

When Ann got home from work later that day, she took a long hot shower, brushed her teeth and gargled about six times to try and get the feel and taste of Mr. Lewis off her body. "Why does what he did to me bug me so much?" she wondered, "He didn't do anything the guys I bring home don't do?" She thought about it a little more. "Maybe...maybe it's because he made me do it."

After she finished in the bathroom, she walked back to her bedroom and went to the closet and surveyed her clothes. Finally she picked out a navy sweater that had a deep V opening in back and a white cotton/Lycra stretch twill miniskirt. She didn't wear a bra, only a bikini that was just narrow lacy strip over her hips and down between her legs.

Before she left for her evening at The Buckaroo, she looked at herself in the mirror. "That ought to knock their eyes out," she said to the image that looked back at her. Then she picked up her purse and headed for the door.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 05



Ann arrived at the Buckaroo parked her compact car in the parking lot, got out, locked her purse inside, and walked toward the nightclub's entrance. The parking lot was filled with cars and pickup trucks, and country music boomed in the air. They weren't much for soft music in this place.

She went inside and stood just inside the door until her eyes adjusted to the smoky darkness inside the bar. There was an empty stool at the bar, so she walked to it and sat down. The bartender, a short, balding, stocky man, hustled right over.

"Hi, there, pretty thang," he said while he looked her over with a very lustful gaze. "What can I get for you?"

"Draft beer," Ann said, "light."

"Be right back, ma'am." The bartender turned, drew her beer, and set it in front of her. "Pretty thang like you, first one's on the house."

Ann smiled at him. He ought to leave off the hillbilly accent. It sounded forced. She picked up the beer and turned around on the stool to watch the people line-dancing. The place was packed and everyone seemed to be in a festive mood. Couples jammed the dance floor, their bodies writhing and jerking in time with the music.

Ann was on her third beer when a plain-looking guy in a plaid western-cut shirt and snug jeans worked his way across the bar and walked up to her. "Do you wanna dance with me, sweetheart?" he asked.

Ann smiled at him, nodded, and said, "Sure." She set her drink down, got off the stool, and moved out onto the edge of the dance floor. She could feel the man's eyes moving over her body as they danced to the fast beat of the song.

"My name's Sonny," the man yelled over the music. "What's yours?"

"Ann," she replied.

"Pleased to meet you, Ann," Sonny said.

"Nice to meet you, Sonny," Ann replied.

"You come here often?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she said, "You?"

"All the time," the man said. "Don't remember seeing you before, though. I'd sure as shootin' remember a girl pretty as you."

Ann felt herself flush at his compliment.

"You here by yourself?" he asked.

Ann nodded and kept on dancing.

"You wanna join my friend Charlie and me at our table?" he asked.

Ann nodded and said, "Sure."

When the music ended, Ann retrieved her beer from the bar and walked to the semi-circular corner booth where Sonny and his friend were sitting. The man's friend was shorter, wore glasses, and leered at her as she approached.

"This here's my pal, Charlie," Sonny told Ann as she slid into the booth. He looked at his friend and grinned. "She sure is a knockout, ain't she Charlie?"

"She sure as shit is!" Charlie replied. "She's the best lookin' chick in the place! How the hell did you get her to come over and sit with a couple of guys like us?"

"I just asked her and she said she would," Sonny told his friend. He smiled at Ann. "Didn't I, sweetheart?"

"I couldn't resist," Ann said and smiled at both of them. Neither of them was particularly handsome and they were a bit crude, but that was the way most of the men in bars acted. And, like most other men, they were looking at her with unabashed desire in their eyes. She wondered if she'd be able to separate Sonny from his friend somehow. She had no intention of inviting two men back to her house.

The band swung into a slow tune. Charlie smiled at Ann, took a long swallow of beer, and got up. "Wanna dance with me, too, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Sure," Ann said. She got up and moved out onto the dance floor with him.

Charlie's arms locked around her, pulling her tight against him, pressing her body against his. Ann was as tall as he was, and their faces were close. She could smell his breath, a rather unpleasant blend of beer and cigarette smell. As they moved slowly in time to the music, she could feel something pressing against her leg. He was getting a hard-on! Despite herself, Ann felt thrills rushing through her.

Charlie was surprised the woman let him pull her as close as she did, and got braver. He slid his hands down, cupped her bottom, and pulled her middle against the growing erection in his jeans. Damn, she was a hot one! Not only was she the best-looking chick in the place, she was hot, too! Real hot!

Ann wasn't thrilled to have Charlie's hands on her bottom, but didn't protest. She didn't want him to be angry with her. She wanted to have a good time and wasn't about to do anything to spoil the chance of that.

The dance ended and they went back to the table. Charlie kept his arm around her when they walked back to the table, and he slid into the booth on the same side she did.

"Want another beer, sweetheart?" Charlie asked. As he said it, he dropped his hand onto her leg.

"Sure," Ann said. The hand touching her thigh sent tingles into her body and a soft shudder went through her.

Charlie signaled the waitress and ordered another round of beer. Sonny slid around so he was close to Ann on the other side, and asked, "You havin' a good time, sweetheart?"

"Yes," Ann replied. "I'm having fun." How was she going to deal with this? She wanted to ask one of them to come home with her. Which one would it be and how would she get rid of the other one?

"I'm sure glad," Sonny said. "'Cause I'm sure havin' a helluva time." He laid a hand on her other thigh.

Ann felt a shudder run through her. Having both men caressing her legs was making her feel good. It was clear that both of them wanted her! She was probably the only woman in the place who had two men wanting her.

The waitress brought their beers. Ann drank most of hers in one swallow. Sonny and Charlie gulped theirs down quickly.

Charlie belched. "'Scuse me," he said, and squeezed Ann's thigh.

"Charlie, you're a pig, you know that?" Sonny told his friend. "You shouldn't act like that in front of such a pretty lady."

"Sorry," Charlie said. "'scuse me, Ann." He really did look ashamed.

"That's all right, Charlie. Sometimes those things happen," Ann said. "Apology accepted." She bent over and gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek.

The band started another number. "Wanna dance with me this time, sweetheart?" Sonny asked. He took Ann's hand and pulled on it.

Ann accompanied Sonny went to the dance floor. This time there was little conversation, but Ann was very aware of the leering look in Sonny's eyes as they danced. It thrilled her to see it.

The band finished the fast song and swung into a slow number. Sonny pulled Ann into his arms. He was taller than his friend, and looked a bit flabby, but Ann had consumed enough beer so she had begun to stop caring what either of the men looked like. Long ago she'd learned that the more beer she drank, the better the men she met in bars looked.

Just as his friend had done, Sonny cupped her bottom and pulled her against him. Ann felt his hardness pressing against her belly and a shiver of delight raced through her.

"You're about the prettiest gal I've ever seen," Sonny whispered in her ear as they danced.

"Thank you," Ann said. She put her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. She was glad she'd come to the Buckaroo, and had met the two men. Sonny and Charlie appreciated her and wanted her! What was wrong with that?

When the dance ended, Sonny and Ann walked back to the booth, arms around each other.

They slid into the booth and once again, Ann was between the two men. Fresh beers sat on the table. Charlie must have ordered another round while she and Sonny were dancing. Ann drank some of her beer. Once again, Charlie and Sonny gulped theirs down. A hand fell onto her leg and began stroking it. Ann glanced down. Charlie was at it again.

"Come here, sweetheart," Charlie said. He took her chin in his free hand, pulled her face to his and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he did.

While Charlie's kiss sent thrills through her, Ann felt a hand slide under her sweater, onto the bare flesh of her back. She began trembling. She'd never had two men want her before and found it quite exciting! Charlie's tongue continued to probe into her mouth and Ann met it with her own tongue as electricity sparked in her body. She was getting turned on! Coming here was a great idea!

Finally, the kiss ended. Ann realized that the hand on her thigh had slid up and was probing for her vagina. She parted her legs and gasped softly when thick fingers slid over the satin fabric covering her middle.

"She's something else, isn't she Sonny?" Charlie whispered.

"She's fuckin' fan-tastic!" Sonny replied. His hand slid up under Ann's sweater, onto her breast and his fingers tweaked one rigid nipple. "You like us, doncha, sweetheart?"

"Oh!" Ann moaned. They were making her crazy touching her like that! She knew she shouldn't be letting this happen, especially not with two men, but she was losing control rapidly.

"You ought to feel her pussy!" Charlie exclaimed. "Christ! She's wettern' hell! This here is one hot lady!"

"I can tell," Sonny told his friend. "You oughta feel how hard her nipples are!" He continued mauling Ann's breast with his hand and the caress, crude as it was, still was making her breathless with need. "I told you we'd get lucky one 'a these nights. Christ, her nipples feel like bullets!"

"Damn, we sure as hell did!" Charlie exclaimed. "I never figgered we'd score with someone as foxy as she is, though!"

Charlie's fingers strummed Ann's pussy, making her writhe and moan. She was lost in desire and knew she wouldn't be able to stop the men from using her any way they wanted to.

"Hey, sweetheart, you wanna come out to my truck with us for a while?" Sonny asked.

Ann was so turned on she couldn't talk. She nodded weakly.

"Come on, Charlie," Sonny said as he slid toward the end of the booth. "This ain't no place to do anything. We can have a lot more fun out in the truck!"

"Yeah, sure, good idea, Sonny," Charlie replied.

When Charlie pulled his hand out from between Ann's thighs and she groaned. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing! Then he took her hand, pulled her to her feet and, with his arm around her waist, led her to the door.

Once they were outside, the two men led Ann to a pickup truck that was parked in the back of the parking lot, away from the lights. The two men were on either side of her. Charlie's hands were playing with her ass and Sonny was still grabbing and squeezing her breasts.

Ann felt as if she was going to faint. She no longer cared that she was going out to the parking lot with two men that she had just met. All she cared about was that they kept making her feel good!

Sonny opened the door of the truck and said, "Come on, baby, get on in there."

Ann was so weak with passion, she had a hard time getting up into the cab of the truck, but Charlie and Sonny helped her, then the three of them were on the truck's wide seat and the two men's hands were mauling her again. The men's caresses, though rough, were far more open and ardent than they'd been in the bar.

Ann moaned and burbled with desire as Sonny peeled her sweater down and began sucking her nipples. Intense feelings of delight coursed through her.

Charlie, meanwhile, managed to get her miniskirt pushed up and started playing with her pussy again. Ann was so tuned on she almost swooned with delight.

"Goddamn!" Charlie murmured as his finger stroked her pussy. "You should feel this, Sonny, she's fuckin' drippin wet!"

Sonny didn't reply. He was busy sucking Ann's nipples and squeezing her breasts. Ann was beyond being able to tell who was doing what to her. In point of fact, she couldn't remember the men's names and didn't care, just so they kept making her feel as good as they were!

"Come on, sweetheart," Charlie grabbed Ann's bottom and urged her onto his lap. "Let's get serious."

Ann let the man turn her so her back was to him, then pull her onto his lap. She was surprised to feel bare skin against her naked bottom. She hadn't seen him take his pants off! His cock pressed between her thighs as they fell on either side of his legs. He reached between them and pressed the tip of his prong against her pussy. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he buried himself in her.

"Ahh!" Ann groaned when she felt the man's hard shaft slide into her. She needed that! God, she needed a man to make her feel good!

"Goddamn! Son of a bitch!" Charlie groaned, rocking his hips on the truck's seat, shoving himself into Ann. "She's hot! Goddamn, she's hot!"

Sonny kept sucking Ann's breasts while his friend fucked her. The dual erotic assaults were more than she could take. She felt her insides tighten, then there was a sudden release. "Ohh! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" she moaned, her body jolting, as an orgasm swept over her.

"Fuck! Fuck! Son-of-a-bitch! Godamn!" Charlie cried, his hands dug into Ann's hips and he hauled her down on him while he exploded his hot juices into her.

"Now me!" Sonny gasped. He leaned back against the truck's door, tore his pants open, and fished out his cock. Then he reached for Ann, pulled her off Charlie's lap and got her settled on his.

Ann was still in the throes of orgasm and barely felt herself being moved. She did feel the first man's cock slide out of her, then another one was entering her. She was so wet and filled with come, she could barely feel Sonny's entry. Fingers dug into her hips once again as the man began powering into her.

"Goddamn! Oh, Goddamn! Oh, Goddamn!" the man fucking her groaned as he shoved his cock up into her. "Damn! Oh, Damn!"

"She's somethin' else, ain't she?" Ann heard the man behind her say.

"Jesus!" the man fucking her groaned, "I never felt anything like it!"

Even though she could barely feel the man's cock moving in her, Ann was thrilled by the words she heard. It meant a lot to her to have them believe she was special.

"Aw shit!" the man fucking her groaned. "I can't wait! Oh, Jesus! Goddamn! Gahh!" With powerful, rapid thrusts of his hips, he spewed his warm sauce into her.

Ann shuddered with delight when, for the second time, she felt hot fluids splattering against her insides. She wasn't coming, but she was delighted she'd been able to make the man feel good.

"Lookit this," the man behind her said as Ann lay slumped atop the man who'd just finished. "Hey, sweetheart, look what watchin' you and Sonny fuckin' did to me!"

Weakly, Ann turned. The man - she thought his name was Charlie or something - was holding a hard-on in his hand.

"I got hard again watchin' you and Sonny fuck, sweetheart," he said. "Whyn't you do something about it?"

Ann took the erect shaft of flesh in her hand and began stroking it. The man closed his eyes and groaned. His cock was still slick from their earlier joining and Ann's hand moved over it easily.

"Oh, Jesus, baby, that feels good!" Charlie groaned as she worked on him.

Sonny opened his eyes, saw what the girl was doing to his friend, and felt himself getting hard again. That had never happened to him before! He grabbed her hips and began shoving himself into her again.

Ann felt the cock in her harden and intensified her efforts on the cock in her hand. New thrills swept over her. She loved having two men want her like this!

"Goddamn! Shit! Oh, Shit!" Charlie moaned as the beautiful woman pumped his cock with her hand. "Oh, God, sweetheart, you sure do that good!"

"Unh! Unnnhhhh!" Sonny grunted as he shoved his cock up into Ann's swampy cunt.

Juices flowed from her, forced out by the man's pistoning wand, and thrills took their place in her body. Ann felt passion beginning to fill her body once again. If he kept it up, maybe she'd come again!

"Aww! Jesus! Jesus! Shitagodamn!" Charlie cried when his cock erupted, squirting his sticky white cream all over Ann's hand and arm.

"Sheeitt!" Sonny groaned as he, too erupted.

"Nooo! Not yet!" Ann thought. She was so close! If he could only keep going a little more...

Sonny stopped moving and lay there, limp. So did his friend.

Ann kept grinding her hips against Sonny, but his cock was softening quickly and all her movements did was cause it to slide out of her. She was disappointed and frustrated, but what did she expect?

Charlie looked at his watch. "Goddamn, Sonny," he said, "you have any idea what time it is? We better get our asses home or our old ladies are gonna have a fit!"

Sonny shoved Ann off him and patted her hip. "You're one fine piece a ass, sweetheart," he said. "I never had better. Sorry it has to end like this, but Charlie and I gotta get goin'. See you again some time, OK?"

"Ye...yes," Ann murmured, trying to straighten her clothes a little. Shame and embarrassment swept over her and she felt tears welling up in her eyes. "I...I ought to get going, too," she said softly.

Sonny let her out of the truck. "We'll be lookin' for you the next time we get out," he said as Ann staggered across the parking lot toward her car. "Maybe next time we'll get us a room somewhere."

Even the beer she'd drunk couldn't keep Ann from being filled with self-loathing as she walked to her car. Once she reached it, she unlocked it, got in, and sat there, beating on the steering wheel with her hands and crying. Why did she allow herself be used like that? It was horrible! How could she have let the two crude men just use her? And why had it felt so wonderful while it was happening? If what she'd done was so great, why did she feel so terrible now?

She saw the pickup drive by. Sonny blew the horn, waved and smiled. Ann sat there, with tears streaming down her face and didn't return the wave. Finally, she started her car and left.

When she got home, Ann parked her car in her driveway and went into her house. the effects of the beer she'd consumed were beginning to wear off and she realized she was a little stiff and a little sore. The two men had been pretty rough with her. She stripped off her clothes and got in the shower. She scrubbed herself hard, trying to get the feel of the two men off her body. When she finished she got out of the shower and began drying herself. As she did, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door.

She had bruises on her hips and breasts. She touched one rosy nipple and flinched. It was sore. Sonny's whiskers and lips had rubbed it almost raw.

"What's wrong with me?" she thought. She shuddered and hugged herself. "What am I doing? Why can't I stop acting like this?"

Stiffly, she walked to her bedroom, slipped beneath the covers, and lay there, crying. What was she doing to herself? What was driving her to debase herself this way? Why couldn't she find someone who cared about her, instead of throwing herself at men who just wanted to use her? Why, suddenly, was she thinking these things? She'd tried doing it the other way, tried living life the way it was suppose to be. All falling in love and having someone who cared for her got her was pain, pain that was far worse than she felt even after a day and like this one.

"Maybe...maybe I...I should try again," she thought. "Maybe...maybe it...it won't happen again. Maybe...maybe I...I could find happiness..." She shuddered. "You want to go through something like that again?" another part of her mind responded, "Do you think you could survive that kind of pain again? You almost died, is it worth it?" Her mind swimming with confusion, she finally fell asleep.

Mark Lewis, his face clouded with anger, sat in his car and watched Ann Wallin walk into her house. Angry that she'd turned down his invitation to have dinner with him, he decided to find out what was so important that she'd turn him down, he'd followed her home from work, and to the bar. He saw her go into the bar and kept waiting in the parking lot, growing more and more furious. When she came out and went to the truck with the two men, his anger grew even stronger. Observing her with the two men only served to make him want her more. And once he had her, he told himself, she'd be his, no screwing around with anyone else.




She Tries To Forget Ch. 05



"Who the fuck does she think she is?" he thought as he sat in his car in front of Ann's house. "I asked her to go out with me and she turned me down so she could go to that damn bar and fuck two guys in a truck! She's gonna learn she doesn't treat me like that, that's for damn sure!" He started his car and, with tires squealing, headed down the street.

Martin Flannigan, sitting in his living room watching TV, heard Ann Wallin's car pull into her driveway, and heard her door close when she went into her house. Then, a little later, he heard an engine roar and tires squeal as a car left rapidly. "I wonder if Ann finally told one of those assholes to take a hike?" he mused. "If she did, it's about time."



She Tries To Forget Ch. 06



Ann awakened the next morning feeling stiff and sore, dragged herself out of bed, slipped on a robe, walked to the kitchen, made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. She felt hungry but wasn't sure she'd be able to keep anything down. She had way too much to drink at the Buckaroo the night before. If she tried eating right now, there was a very good chance she'd spend the morning throwing up.

What made things even worse was that not only did she have a hangover, it was Sunday. She hated Sundays. There was nothing for her to do and no place to go. Sundays always passed so slowly. She sometimes wondered what other people, people who were alone like her, did on Sunday.

There had been a time she loved Sundays, but that was in another lifetime. Now she liked weekdays better. At least during the week she had work to keep her mind occupied, to keep her thoughts off how lonely she was and why she was alone.

Tears rolled down Ann's lovely cheeks and splashed into her coffee. What had she done to deserve such misery? Why had her life, which once was so happy, turned into this?

She finished her coffee, then she took a shower and got dressed. Her outfit was an old pair of acid-washed jeans and a pale blue sweatshirt. She looked lovely, even though she didn't realize it. Force of habit made her fix her hair and apply the understated makeup she usually wore, too.

When she finished dressing, she went out to the living room, laid down on the sofa, and turned on the TV. A religious program came on, but Ann quickly switched to cartoons. She used to go to church, but when she needed it, religion had offered her no comfort.

She dozed off watching cartoons, but was awakened by the ringing phone. She reached for it and realized her hand was shaking. "Hello..." she said tentatively.

"Hi, babe." The voice was male. Ann thought it sounded vaguely familiar, but wasn't sure who it belonged to.

"Who...who is this?" she stammered.

"Jeez, babe, dont' tell me you forgot me already?" the man said, "This is Tom...Tom Jonas, remember? You and I had a helluva time Friday night and Saturday morning."

"Oh. How...how are you, Tom?" Ann said, disappointed. She really didn't want to have to deal with him again today. She could barely remember what he looked like.

"Hey, babe, I'm fine," he said, "Look, the reason I called is I got nothin' to do this afternoon and I got to thinkin' maybe you and I could get together. Whatta ya say?"

"I...I don't know," Ann said hesitantly. She was starting to recall who he was and knew she didn't really want to see him again.

"Come on, babe, what's the matter," he insisted, "You and I had a good time the other night. Jeez, you sure as hell acted like you was enjoyin' it."

"It...it was nice," Ann stammered. She wanted to tell him she didn't want to see him. She knew she should tell him, but...

"Hey, come on, babe, you and I we really had something pretty fuckin' fantastic!" the man said, "Or have you got other plans?"

"I...no, I...I guess not," Ann said. She didn't particularly want to see this guy again, but she didn't want to be alone, either. If he came over, it would make the day pass a little more quickly. Spending time with a stranger, even one she didn't particularly like, was better than being alone.

"Great!" the man said. "I'll be over about two, OK?"

"Ye...yes, that's OK," she said.

"See you then, babe." He was gone.

Ann sat there, holding the phone in her shaking hand, staring at it. Why had she caved in to the man's request? She should have refused him, why couldn't she? She didn't want to see him again, but now she was stuck. She didn't know his number, so she couldn't call him back and tell him not to come.. Feeling confused and defeated, she put the phone down.

She got up, walked to her bedroom, and got a book she'd purchase a while back on a whim. It was one of those books that had to do with improving your self-image. She sat back down on the sofa and began reading. Maybe, if she tried, she could improve herself and her life.

The phone rang again, disturbing Ann's reading. She hadn't been enjoying the book very much, anyhow. The author made it sounded so easy to change your life. She knew that wasn't true. Changing your life involved taking risks, and one thing she knew only too well was that when things didn't work out, you wound up more miserable than you were in the first place.

She picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Ann?" a male voice said. "This is Mark Lewis."

"Oh, hi, Mr. Lewis," Ann said. She wondered why the store manager was calling her at home on her day off.

"How are you this morning, Ann?" he asked.

"I...I'm fine, Mr. Lewis," Ann replied.

"Are you angry that I called?" he asked.

"No, ah, why should I be?" Ann replied.

"What are you doing today, Ann?" he asked.

Ann wasn't sure what he meant by his question. "I...I'm, ah, just sitting here, reading and watching TV," she said.

"I was wondering if you might want some company today," her boss said.

"Ah...Mr. Lewis I...I don't know," Ann stammered, "I...ah...I have...ah...someone's coming over later."

"I see," Mr. Lewis said. "Did you enjoy your date last night? What did you do?"

The sudden change of subject caught Ann off-guard and kept her from realizing that it was none of her boss's business what she did in her free time. "I...I went to the Buckaroo," she said without thinking. The minute she said it she was sorry she had. What business of his was it, anyhow?

"You like country music, do you, Ann?" he said.

"It's...it's all right, I guess," Ann replied.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked.

Ann thought she heard a twinge of bitterness in her boss's voice and wondered why it was there. "It...it was...OK," she said. Memories of her debasing time with the two men whose names she'd forgotten washed over her.

"Well, I certainly hope you had a good time," Mr. Lewis said. "I was sorry you and I couldn't get together. And now you're turning me down today, too. I thought you told me you were interested in that promotion, Ann."

"Ah...Mr. Lewis, I...I am interested in that promotion. I...I'm not turning you down, it's...it's just that...well, someone else called me this morning, you know and..." she told her boss. She felt a flash of anger. Who the hell did he think he was, anyhow? Why should she have to explain what she was doing in her private life to him? He was married, why didn't he spend the day with his wife?

"All right, Ann," Mr. Lewis said. "Look, I have to go. I'd like you to stop in my office first thing Monday morning, all right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, Mr. Lewis," Ann said. Then she was staring at a dead phone once again. Who the hell did Mr. Lewis think he was? "Damn you, Mr. Lewis!" she said after she had slammed the phone back on the receiver. "Damn you to hell! What right have you got to interfere in my life?"

She got up and began to pace. That man named Tom was coming over and she didn't want him to. What would she do when he got there? Could she really get rid of him? If she remembered correctly, he was big and strong and looked rough. If he didn't want to leave, how could she make him?

She heard a lawnmower sputter to life and glanced out her window. Her neighbor, Mr. Flannigan, was mowing his lawn. At least someone had a normal life. She wished she could.

Two o'clock arrived long before Ann wanted it to. By then, she was as nervous as she'd ever been. If she told Tom to leave and he didn't, then what? What if he got angry? She was scared, really scared. She could get hurt, or even get raped.

She jumped when a knock sounded on her door. Quaking, she walked over and opened it. Tom stood there, dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt. He brushed by her into the apartment. As he walked by her, Ann smelled beer on his breath. Was that to be her fate, having a series of beer-drinking bullies in her life?

"Hey, babe, nice to see you again," Tom said. He moved toward her, arms outstretched.

Ann stepped back, away from him. "T...Tom, I...I'm sorry, I...I made a mistake when...when you called earlier," she said, "I...I have something else I have to do this afternoon."

Tom's smile faded and was replaced by an angry sneer. "Yeah, sure, what the hell you trying to prove, anyhow?" he growled. "You invite me over, now you're actin' all prissy. Come off it, bitch, you want it as bad as I do."

"I...no...no I don't," Ann stammered. "I...I want you to leave. Now. Please."

As the man moved toward Ann, she backed up. Unfortunately, her living room was small and she had nowhere to go. He trapped her against the wall, pulled her against him, grabbed her chin roughly, and kissed her.

Ann struggled, but she knew she had no chance against the man's strength. She kept her mouth closed though, and continued to struggle. Finally, he broke the kiss, stepped back, and glowered at her. "What the fuck is it with you?" he demanded, clearly angry. "The other night you came on like gangbusters, now you're actin' like a fuckin' nun. You some kinda sicko?" A cold smile formed on his face. "I got it! You're one a them chicks likes to be forced a little, aincha?" He reached for her.

Ann ducked under his grasp and moved across the room. "No! Please! I...I just want you to leave." She looked at the phone. Would it help to call the police? Or would that just make this man angrier? If he even let her get to the phone...

"Come on, bitch," Tom growled, moving toward her. "It don't make no never mind to me. You want to make this hard, I'll give it to you hard." He reached for her again.

Ann was sure she was going to be forced into doing something she didn't want to do and was more frightened than she'd ever been in her life. She shouldn't have made Tom angry. Now she was going to be hurt. How could she have been so stupid?

There was a knock at her front door. Tom stopped where he was. "Who the fuck is that?" he grumbled. "Don't answer it. You and I got other business to tend to."

"No...I...I'm expecting someone..." Ann said. She eased by him, moved to the door, and opened it. She was surprised to see her neighbor, Mr. Flannigan, standing there, smiling. "Ah, hi, Mr. Flannigan," she said.

"Hi, Ann," Martin said, "I wondered if you wanted me to mow your lawn, too, since I've already got my mower out." He'd been mowing Ann's lawn all summer and had never asked her before, but he'd seen the man go into her house, then, while he was re-fueling his mower, he heard the loud voices and wondered it there might be a problem. Even though he knew it was probably none of his business, he decided to check.

"Ah...sure, I...I'd love that, Mr. Flannigan," Ann replied. She knew her neighbor usually mowed her lawn for her without asking and wasn't sure why he'd asked her if it was all right to do so today. "I...I haven't had time to get it done and..."

Martin saw the man standing behind Ann, glowering. "I hate to be a pest," he said, "but do you have anything cold to drink? It's pretty hot out here and I'm dying of thirst. I forgot to get some soda when I went to the store yesterday."

"Ah...sure, I'm positive I have something," Ann said. She turned and headed for the kitchen. She had no idea why her neighbor had come over today, but maybe, if he hung around long enough, Tom would leave.

As she moved toward the kitchen, she looked at Tom, who stood there glowering at her, his face flushed, his hands clenched into massive fists. "Maybe...maybe this isn't so good," she thought. "Maybe...maybe Tom will do something to hurt Mr. Flannigan." She continued on to the kitchen.

Martin stepped into Ann's house and smiled at the obviously angry man standing there. "Hi," he said, "I'm Martin Flannigan."

"That supposed to mean something?" Tom grumbled. "You're a nosy asshole is what you are." He figured he'd show this guy he was sticking his nose in where it didn't belong. "A real pain in the ass."

Martin forced himself to keep smiling and nodded. "You know, lots of people tell me that," he said softly, but with a surprising amount of force in his voice. "I guess it's because being nosy is part of my job."

"What the fuck are you, some kinda professional snoop?" Tom asked.

Martin continued to smile and nodded. "I guess you could say that," he said, "A professional snoop, really, is exactly what I am."

Tom clenched his fists even tighter. This guy was really dense. "A professional snoop, huh?" he growled, "Hey, I don't know who you think you are, but you're way fuckin' out of line. Me and that chick in there, we got some business to tend to, and you're fuckin' gettin' in the way!"

In the kitchen, Ann heard Tom's voice, and was frightened. If he did anything to hurt Mr. Flannigan she'd never forgive herself. She didn't know what to do. Should she call the police? She stared at the phone, then down at the can of soda she held in her trembling hand.

Martin smiled at the big blond man. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, did I?" he said. "I'm Martin Flannigan, Captain Martin Flannigan, James County Sheriff's Department. And you are..." He paused, smiled, and shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter who you are, does it?" he continued, "Since you're leaving."

Ann still was in the kitchen, trying to decide what to do. "Wait a fuckin' minute!" she heard Tom say. She noticed there was a change in his voice. He sounded scared. What had Mr. Flannigan said to him? "Yeah, OK, I'm goin'," she heard her unwelcome guest say, "Yeah, right away." She heard heavy footsteps, then the front door slammed.

Still trembling, Ann walked into the living room. She saw that Tom wasn't there and felt tremendous relief. "What...what happened?" she asked. 

Martin smiled and said, "I'm here and your, ah, friend is gone. He remembered he had something else to do this afternoon."

"Yes, I see that," Ann said. "What...what did you say to him? How did you do that...get him to leave?"

Martin shrugged. "You know, it's a funny thing. I just introduced myself and he left," he said.

"But...but how..." Ann stammered. She didn't understand any of this.

"Are you all right, Ann?" Martin asked.

"I...I'm still a little scared," she admitted, "but I'm all right now, thanks to you."

Martin smiled. "What are friends for?" he asked.

"I...I don't know how...how to thank you," Ann said.

"No thanks needed," Martin said, "except, maybe, for by handing me that soda you have in your hand."

"Oh, yes, I...I forgot," Ann said, and handed the soda to him. "I...I still don't understand. How did you get him to leave like that? He was so big, so angry, how...what did you say to him?"

"Like I said, I just introduced myself," her neighbor said. "When he heard I was with the sheriff's department, he remembered he had something else to do."

"You...you're a cop?" Ann stammered. "I...I didn't know..." She'd lived next door to him for over a year and never knew what he did for a living.

Martin took a sip of his soda, then he nodded. "I'm an arson investigator, actually," he said. "You sure you're OK?"

"Yes, and thank you," Ann said. Relief swept over her, but she was still quaking and her legs were weak, so she sat down.

"Por nada," her neighbor said. "I guess I better get going and finish mowing, huh?"

"I...I should start doing my own lawn," she said. "You've been doing it all year and..."

"Tell you what," Martin said, "I don't mind mowing, but I hate trimming. If you feel guilty about having me mow your lawn, you can pay me back by doing the trimming in both our yards."

"OK," Ann said, smiling. "You have a deal."

They spent the rest of the day working on their lawns. Martin mowed and Ann did the trimming around the walks and flower beds. When they finished, Martin offered to take Ann out for a pizza and she gladly accepted. Thanks to him, she'd enjoyed one of the best Sundays she'd had in years.

"I really had a wonderful day today," Ann told her neighbor as they waited in a booth in the pizza parlor for their food to be cooked.

Martin smiled at her and said, "I've always said mowing a woman's lawn is the quickest way to her heart."

"You know, I...I had no idea you were a policeman," she said. "Even though we've been neighbors for, what, over a year?"

"Does it bother you that I'm a cop?" he asked.

Ann shook her head and smiled. "No, actually, it makes me feel a lot safer," she said. "You know, you really are a very nice man. I know I'm being nosy, but aren't you married?"

"I'm a widower," Martin replied.

"Oh," Ann replied, "I...I'm sorry to hear that."

"What about you?" he asked softly.

"I...I'm not married," Ann said. She almost told him. He was a widower, he might understand. But maybe he wouldn't. After all, what she'd done was pretty horrible. He was nice and she liked being with him and didn't want to mess it up. She needed a friend, and he might be her friend...if he didn't know... "Do...do you have any children?" she asked.

"Two," Martin replied. He wondered about what he'd seen in Ann's face when he asked about her marital status. "In fact, my daughter just got engaged Friday, and my son got engaged Saturday."

They spent the rest of the meal talking about Martin's kids and the planned double wedding. Finally, they went home. Martin went to his house and Ann went to hers.

That night Ann went to bed and slept well for the first time in years.

Her neighbor lay in bed wide-awake, however. Martin felt a powerful attraction to his neighbor and was confused by it. He hadn't come close to feeling this way about a woman since his wife's death and didn't understand why Ann, of all people was affecting him this way. "You could be setting yourself up for real trouble," he told himself as he lay in bed. "You know what she's been doing, and you know she's hiding something. You ought to pass on this one. You could get hurt, big time." "Maybe I should," he said out loud as he stared at the ceiling, "but I'm not sure I can." 



She Tries To Forget Ch. 07



Passion in James County XVI

Ann woke up Monday morning feeling better than she had in a long time. She made herself coffee and even ate a little breakfast, something she hadn't done in ages. Then she went and got dressed for work. She put on a two-piece outfit that had a crepe, a peach-colored top with a loose, draped neck, and a black skirt.

When she got to work she went directly to Mr. Lewis's office, just as he'd asked her to do when he'd called her on Sunday. She felt a little uncomfortable, because of the way he'd been acting. If she could help it, she wasn't going to allow a repeat of what had happened the last time she'd been in his office.

"Wow!" Mr. Lewis exclaimed when she walked in. "Don't you look terrific today?" He closed the office door, locked it, and shocked Ann by pulling her into his arms and kissing her. She didn't fight him, even when she felt his tongue pushing between her lips and his hands cupping her buttocks and pulling her against him. Her body didn't respond, though, and Ann liked that. It was the first time in a long time that had happened.

When the kiss ended, Ann stepped back and looked at Mr. Lewis. His face was red and his eyes were ablaze. "Mr. Lewis, what...what do you think you're doing?" she gasped.

Mark Lewis frowned at her. "What do you think I'm doing?" he asked.

Ann shook her head and took a step back. "I...I don't want this...it...it's wrong," she stammered.

"Is it any more wrong than what you've been doing with every other guy in town?" her boss retorted angrily.

"What...what are you talking about?" Ann asked, stunned.

"I'm talking about the two guys at the Buckaroo, and that guy who was over at your house yesterday, and your neighbor," he snapped. "You think I'm blind, do you, Ann? You think I don't know what you're doing?"

Ann was shocked that her boss knew so much about her. How did he know all that? He must have been following her. How else would he have known everything she'd done in the past few days? The realization terrified her.

Mark grinned and took a step toward her. "Remember, Ann, you're up for a promotion," he said. "How do you think the folks at the district office would feel about you being a manager if they knew how you act when you're not at work?"

"I...I don't know," Ann stammered. "I..." "My God! He...he must be stalking me!" she thought. "He must be following me everywhere I go! He...he's crazy!"

"I'll tell you what, Ann," Mr. Lewis said. His voice grew menacing. "District headquarters doesn't need to know what I know, as long as you don't give me reason to tell them. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Ann, trembling, was even more frightened than she'd been when Tom was in her house. She nodded slowly. "Martin isn't going to save me this time," she thought.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" her boss asked a second time.

Ann nodded again.

Mr. Lewis walked around behind her, cupped her breasts in his hands, and pulled her against him. Then he began to kiss what skin was left bare by the loose neckline of her blouse. For once, Ann didn't feel arousal, but she did feel anger and desperation. Her legs began to tremble. Her boss might be able to force her to do what he wanted, but she didn't have to respond.

"Mr. Lewis," she said weakly, "Don't...please don't...do..this."

Her employer ignored her protest and began kissing and nibbling at her ear. Usually that drove her wild. Today it made her want to vomit. His hands worked on her breasts, squeezing her nipples through her bra, causing her more than a little pain.

"I've always had a fantasy about seducing someone in my office," Mr. Lewis whispered in her ear. "Today I'm going to."

"You aren't seducing me you bastard!" Ann thought, "You're raping me!" The touch of his hands on her breasts continued and she felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her bottom.

He dragged her to his desk, lifted her and sat her on it, then he sat down in his chair and moved so that they were facing each other. His hands went to her waist, then slid up under her blouse. Once more he cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs rubbing back and forth over her nipples, which were now painfully tender from the abuse he'd given them earlier.

"Ahh!" Ann groaned as she experienced painful sensations from his rough touch.

"That feels good doesn't it, Ann?" Mr. Lewis asked. He had mistaken her groan of pain for a groan of pleasure. "You like that, don't you?"

"Ohh!" Ann responded. Mr. Lewis was going to rape her in his office! And there was nothing she could do to stop him!

"Let's get this stuff out of the way," Mr. Lewis said. He took his hands from her breasts, giving her temporary relief, and lifted her blouse over her head. Ann raised her arms and helped him so that he wouldn't tear her clothes. Then he unhooked her bra and pulled it off and she saw him smile.

"I love the way your breasts move when you lift your arms," her boss said, then his lips wrapped around one of her nipples.

"This is so bizarre!" Ann thought, "He really thinks I like what he's doing to me! God, is he sick!" She sat there while her boss attacked her nipples with his lips and tongue. It no longer hurt, but it still felt terribly degrading. Then her breasts weren't being caressed any more. Mr. Lewis had taken his lips away, leaving her wet nipples to cool in the air.

"Stand up a minute," he said, and Ann slid off the desk. He opened her skirt and slid it down over her lithe hips, leaving the tiny bikinis on.

Mr. Lewis helped her back up on the desk, then he began to caress her legs. Up and down her inner thighs his hands slid. She leaned back and supported herself on outstretched arms and tried to keep from crying or throwing up.

His fingers moved over the silken material covering her vagina, then he slid the thin strip of cloth aside, and began to stir his finger between her labia. Ann wasn't wet and what he was doing hurt. The pain what he was doing caused made her hips begin to squirm on the smooth top of his desk, while his fondling became more and more insistent.

Moments later, Ann was stunned to feel his warm breath on her, then his lips and tongue touched her center. Even that had no effect on her, although it did serve to reduce some of the pain his earlier caresses had caused. He continued to burrow his mouth against her vagina while his tongue probed into her. At last, his mouth left her.

"Come here," she heard him say, and his hands urged her toward the edge of the desk, and Ann opened her eyes and was surprised to see him standing up. She looked down and realized he was naked from the waist down, and his erection was jutting out in front of him.

Once he had Ann at the edge of his desk, Mr. Lewis sat back down in his chair. Then he reached out for her and lifted her onto his lap, lowering her slowly onto his rigid pole.

Ann felt her boss's erection sliding into her, and kept her eyes closed. The sooner this was over with, the better she'd like it.

Mr. Lewis began rocking his hips, lashing his cock around inside her. Ann looked down at him, saw how red his face was, and began rocking her hips, too. Maybe she could help hurry the end along. She kept moving her middle, rocking it, twisting it. She heard Mr. Lewis's breath grow ragged and knew her actions were having the effect she wanted them to. 

Mr. Lewis grabbed her waist with his hands and began thrusting up into her even more forcefully. "Wuh! Wuhh! Oh, God!!! Oh, God! Ohh! Ohhh! Take it! Oh, Yeah!" he cried, and exploded into her.

The minute they were finished, Ann climbed off her employer's lap and began straightening out her clothes as best she could.

"Is...is that all you wanted me for, Mr. Lewis?" she asked.

The store manager nodded. "It is for now," he replied. "Ann, are you doing anything after work this evening? Like going to the Buckaroo, or whatever it is you do?"

Ann felt herself blushing. "No...I...I'm not," she replied.

"Then you won't mind if I stop by, say at seven?" he said, grinning.

"Ah...no...I...I guess not," she said.

"You better get going, Ann, you have work to do," her boss said. "I'll see you at seven."

Ann left the manager's office, cleaned up in the bathroom, then she went out to her duty station. "What have I gotten myself into now?" she thought. "God, if Martin ever finds out about this, he'll hate me!"



She Tries To Forget Ch. 08



Passion in James County XVI

On her way home from work, Ann decided to pick up a few things at the grocery store. She was getting out of her car in the supermarket parking lot when she heard someone calling her name. She turned and saw Martin Flannigan walking toward her.

"Hi, Ann, I saw you getting out of your car," he said, smiling. "You going shopping?"

Ann nodded. "I needed to get some groceries." she said. She liked her big neighbor and felt drawn to him. He seemed so quiet and self-assured, and she sensed that he really cared about people, and her in particular. "I wonder if he'd still like me if he knew what I'm really like," she mused. The thought made her go all cold inside. She could never let him find out, she couldn't afford to lose the only friend she had.

Martin saw her smile freeze and wasn't sure why. "Have you had dinner, yet?" he asked.

Eating was the last thing on Ann's mind. All she wanted to do was keep herself occupied so she wouldn't have time to think about how messed up her life had become. "Ah...no, I, ah, I haven't," she admitted.

"Then would you do me the honor of dining with me?" Martin asked. "There's a fine restaurant that serves wonderful hamburgers right over there under those golden arches."

"Well...ah...I don't...OK," Ann stammered. She couldn't help herself and a smile formed on her face.

While they ate, Ann found that Martin was very easy to talk to. She talked about some of her life, and a little about herself, but she avoiding mentioning the mess she was in and a very large and painful part of her history.

Martin was a skillful interviewer, with skills honed sharp by thirty years of interviews required by investigations. He asked few questions, and only offered an occasional comment. Ann was amazed at what a good listener he was, and how he made her feel that she was the most important person in the world.

He told her a little about himself. Mostly he talked about his son and daughter with obvious pride.

"I...I could have had a family like that, too," Ann thought ruefully, "If I were a better person. If...if I hadn't destroyed it all."

Dinner with her neighbor was the most pleasant time Ann had all day. When she was with him she felt safe, valued, and cared about. Martin seemed to like her for herself, and she liked that.

He insisted on paying for her dinner, then accompanied her while she did her shopping. They continued talking while they moved up and down the aisles of the market.

When the shopping was done, he walked her to her car and helped her stow the bags of groceries in it.

Ann found herself not wanting the time with Martin to end. But it had to. "I'm glad I ran into you," she told him, "thank you so much for dinner. I...I better get home."

"I'm glad I ran into you, too," Martin said. He took her soft, small hands in his big, hard ones. "Ann, I know it's none of my business, but I have a feeling there's something you aren't telling me, something that's really bothering you. If there's anything, anything, I can do, I want you to feel free to call me. If I can help you, I will."

"Ah...Oh!...I've really got to get going," Ann exclaimed. Flustered, she pulled her hand from his, got in her car, and drove off. She knew if he found out what she was really like, he wouldn't want anything more to do with her.

Martin stood there, watching her go. "Well, you damned old fool, you've gone and done it now!" he thought, then walked slowly to his own car, got in, and drove off, deep in thought. What was even more frustrating for him was that he had to be away for a week at an arson investigators conference. "Maybe, when I get back from the conference, I'm going to have to push a little harder than I've been pushing," he mused.

At almost exactly seven o'clock Ann's doorbell rang. Filled with dread, she walked to the front door and opened it. Mr. Lewis, wearing a broad smile, was standing there.

"Hi, there, Ann," he said. "I'm here. Have you been waiting for me?"

"Ah...yes..." Ann stammered.

"I know you probably couldn't wait for me to get here," he said. He brushed by her and walked into the living room.

"Mr. Lewis, I...we...this is wrong," Ann said. "I can't...not again."

"Come on now, Ann, don't start that again," he said, "Of course you can. And you will." His expression hardened and his eyes got cruel. "Otherwise, I might have to let district headquarters know just what kind of person their newest managerial candidate really is. Do you think they'd promote you then? Do you think they'd even want you working for them? You know how fanatical about morality the district manager is." He looked around. "You have a nice little house here, would you be able to keep it if you weren't working?"

"I...I..." Ann felt weak, her body trembled. She was trapped. She'd bought the house with money she received from an insurance settlement, but she needed to work to pay the taxes and keep herself in food and clothing. "Please, Mr. Lewis!" she said weakly. "This isn't right!"

"I'm really getting tired of this act of yours, Ann!" her boss said, "You want it as bad as I do. Hell, we both know you enjoyed what we did this morning! Why don't you cut out that phony shy act and let's get on with it." He walked to her, pulled her roughly into his arms, and crushed his lips against hers with a bruising kiss. Then he pulled back, breathing hard, and asked, "Where's your bedroom?"

"It...it's down that hallway," Ann murmured.

"Come on," Mr. Lewis said, "let's get going!" He took her arm and led her down the hallway. When they were inside her bedroom, he let go of her and began taking off his clothes. "Come on, Ann, get your clothes off," he said. "Let's get to it!"

Resigned to the situation, Ann slowly took her clothes off. Finally, trembling with shame, she stood naked in front of her boss. He looked her over, his eyes bright with lust.

"Ann, I have to say you sure are one fine-looking woman," he said, "Actually, you are quite possibly the most attractive woman I've ever known." When he was close enough to her, he reached out and hefted her breasts in his hands. Then he bent and began sucking her nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other.

Ann didn't want to respond, not even a little bit, but her nipples did grow hard as he sucked on them. She felt herself trembling, not our of desire, but from shame and anger.

Mr. Lewis saw her physical response, but misinterpreted what he saw. "See," he said, "you really want it, don't you?"

Ann had enough strength left not to give him the satisfaction of a response. She stood there, mute.

Mark Lewis wasn't sure what to make of her reaction. "Get on the bed, Ann," he told her.

Ann lay down and spread her legs.

"No, not like that. Get on your knees," her boss said, "I want to fuck you doggie-style."

Ann got to her knees, then she felt his weight depress the bed.

"You have a fantastic ass, Ann!" he exclaimed. "I'm going to love this and so are you!" He guided the tip of his erection to her opening, then he grabbed her hips and drove his swollen shaft into her unlubricated opening. "Yeah! Oh, God, yeah! That's fantastic!" he groaned.

"Ohh!" Ann moaned when her boss's shaft speared painfully into her dry entryway. Tears fell from her eyes to the bed under her.

Mr. Lewis leaned over, grabbed her breasts, and began pounding into her.

Ann bit her lip, trying to stifle the exclamations of pain that wanted to come out, but she couldn't. "Oh! Oh!" she moaned as their bodies slapped together.

It didn't take long before Mr. Lewis' movements became frantic. "Take it, Ann!! Yeah! Here it comes!!!" he groaned, then his fluids began spewing into her, bathing the aching walls of her vagina with heat and wetness.

When Mr. Lewis finished coming, he pulled out of her, patted her on the ass, and flopped back on the bed. "That was fantastic, Ann!" he gasped.

Ann wanted to scream. She laid down and curled up on her side, with her back to him.

After a while, her boss got off the bed and got dressed. "I have to get going," he said. "See you at work tomorrow."

Ann heard him walk out the door, then the front door closed. She climbed out of bed and took a long, hot shower, trying to wash the feel of Mr. Lewis from her body. She scrubbed herself until her skin glowed a pretty pink, but it didn't help much.

After she got cleaned up, Ann went to bed and, after crying for a long, long time, she finally fell asleep. 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 09



Passion in James County XVI

The next day was the longest one Ann had spent since she started working in the store. She was glad when she didn't see Mr. Lewis all day, but all she wanted was to get through the day, make quitting time, and go home. She hadn't seen her neighbor that morning, and hoped she'd get to see him later that evening. And if she made it through the day without seeing Mr. Lewis, it would mean he might not be stopping at her house that night, too.

When she got home, she didn't see her neighbor's car in the driveway. She tried calling his house, but got his answering machine. She debated whether or not to leave a message, then decided not to. What was she going to say to him? "Martin, please come over, I'm lonely?"

She made herself dinner, but couldn't eat. Finally, she cleaned up the dishes and went into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Watching TV didn't help, either.

Finally, feeling desperate, Ann put her coat on and headed for a little bar on the outskirts of town. Maybe a couple of drinks would help her forget her loneliness, she thought as she drove there.

She wound up having more than a couple of drinks, quite a few more. She realized she was feeling a little woozy when a guy walked over to her.

"Hi, there, pretty lady," he said. "Don't think I seen you around here before."

"Ah...I don't come in here all that much," Ann told him. A little voice in her head, yelling through the alcohol that was fogging her mind, told her she should get out of there before she did something she was sorry for, but, but she didn't pay attention.

"You wanna dance?" he asked.

"Sure, why not?" Ann said. The way things had been going the past few days, the fact that a guy wanted to dance with her was a bit of an improvement. "At least he didn't ask, 'wanna fuck?'," she thought bitterly as she walked to the dance floor with the stranger.

Ann and the man danced to almost every number the band played after he asked her to dance, including the slow ones. She wasn't sure if it was the drink, or what it was, but she found herself liking the way it felt being in the man's arms. It didn't even bug her that much that he put his hands on her ass and pulled her against his obviously swollen cock when they danced the last couple of slow dances. She knew what he expected, but she was beyond caring at that point.

It was late when Ann finally left the bar. The man she'd met - he said his name was Walt - went with her.

"I think I better see you get home OK," he said. "You look kinda tired, you know? And you've been drinkin' quite a bit, too."

Even though he wasn't a whole lot more sober than Ann was, he drove her home. When they got there, he got out and walked her to the door of her house. "I had a real nice time tonight," Walt said as they stood at her door. He bent and kissed her.

Ann felt herself kissing him back, even though she'd just met him and didn't know anything about him. It felt kind of nice to kiss him. Maybe it was because of all she'd had to drink, but she didn't seem to be able to stop kissing him once she started.

When the kissing ended, Ann was even more confused than she'd been when the evening began. She knew that what she should do was go in and get to bed, but the kisses she'd shared with Walt had left her kind of turned on and, she had a feeling, had him turned on, too.

"You don't mind if I come in for a while do you?" Walt asked. Before Ann could answer, he took her arm and led her into her house.

Ann kept thinking she shouldn't be doing this, that she wanted to change her life, but she couldn't tell Walt that. She felt as if she'd led him on by letting him touch her and kiss her, and didn't feel right about sending him away. And she was just turned on enough so she didn't want to do that.

Walt closed the door behind them, and the next thing Ann knew, he was holding her and kissing her some more. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't stop. She no longer really cared. A man wanted her, he'd been nice to her, and she needed something to blot out all the misery she was feeling.

Between kisses, they made their way to the bedroom and Walt started taking her clothes off. She was just wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, bra, and panties, so it didn't take him long to get her undressed.

The next thing Ann knew, they were on her bed and Walt was naked, too. His hands were moving all over her body, and she was getting more and more aroused.

"Damn!" Walt murmured, "you are one gorgeous chick!" His lips locked onto one of her nipples and he chewed it a little. That sent a whole raft of wonderful feelings rushing through her. It felt kind of good and, Ann thought, was a whole lot better than being alone.

"You were really hot, werencha?" Walt asked. His hand closed over her vagina and his fingers went into her.

What Walt was doing to her kept making Ann feel better and better. She could feel her body responding to the touch of this stranger she'd picked up in a bar. She couldn't believe she'd done this again but, on the other hand, what difference did it make? She didn't deserve any better than this.

"You really want it, doncha?" Walt asked, rolling on top of her. "Damn! I can't wait to get in that hot snatch of yours!"

The next thing Ann felt was his cock was probing into her body and she could feel herself responding. She abandoned herself to the feelings sweeping over her.

"Jeezus! You sure got a tight pussy!" Walt exclaimed, his hips slamming against hers. "Son of a bitch! You're the hottest chick I've had in a while!"

Walt's comment didn't do anything to boost Ann's self-esteem. To him, she was an anonymous fuck. Maybe that's all she was good for, maybe she ought to face the fact that this was her lot in life and stop being so upset about it.

"Damn!!! Oh, damn!!!" Walt groaned, then his hot juices were splattering Ann's insides. She wasn't close to coming, but it didn't seem to matter to her companion. He kept jabbing into her until he was exhausted, then he rolled off. "Goddamn!" he said, "You're somethin' else!" He took a pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, pulled one out, and lit it. "Damn," he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke, "I'm sure glad you decided to drop in at the bar tonight!"

Ann lay next to the man, still turned on, aching with need, but mostly wanting him gone. She didn't say anything to Walt, but he didn't seem to notice. Finally, she felt the bed move and looked over.

Walt was up and putting on his clothes. "I got to get going, sweet thing," he said. "My old lady gets really pissed if I get home too late."

Swell, he was married! Of course, so was Mr. Lewis, and so were the men she'd met at the Buckaroo. Why should tonight be different? At least she didn't have to worry about this guy bothering her after tonight.

"Hey, babe," Walt said, "maybe I'll run into you again some time, huh? See ya." He left.

Ann rolled over and cried herself to sleep.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 10



Passion in James County XVI

Ann woke up with a horrible hangover the next morning. It was all she could do to get her shower and get ready for work. When she walked out the door, she realized her car wasn't where it usually was. At first she thought it had been stolen, then she remembered where it was. "Damn!" she thought, "It's still at the bar out on the highway!" She just managed to get to the corner in time to catch the bus and make it to work on time.

About the only good thing to happen that morning was that she learned Mr. Lewis had gone to some kind of executive retreat at district headquarters and wouldn't be back until the end of the week.

"Well," she thought after Traci Norman, one of the other girls told her where the boss was, "at least I won't have to put up with his harassment for a couple of days."

The day went relatively quickly. After she punched out, she began walking across the parking lot, headed for the bus stop. She figured she'd take the bus to as close to where her car was as she could, then walk the rest of the way. It meant a walk of more than a mile, but she had to get her car back.

A beat-up old pickup truck pulled up next to her and stopped. Ann looked and saw that the truck was driven by Lonnie Ames, a young stock clerk in the store where she worked. He was a somewhat pudgy, shy, but very nice boy. She had an idea he might have a crush on her, judging from how he looked at her from time to time. "What happened to your car?" the young man asked.

"I...ah...I left it out near the town line last night," Ann said. "I...I have to go get it."

"Want a ride?" he asked.

"You sure you don't mind, Lonnie?" she replied. "I...I'll gladly pay you for gas."

"Get in," he said. "And don't worry about the gas. We're friends, right? Just tell me where we're going."

Ann told him where her car was, and Lonnie started driving in that direction.

"What's the matter, Ann," he said, "You looked really sad all day today."

"I...I guess I was just, you know, having a bad day," Ann replied. The last thing she wanted to do was burden Lonnie with her troubles.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener," Lonnie said.

Ann was touched deeply by the young man's sincere concern. She couldn't help herself, she began sobbing. A river of tears cascaded down her cheeks.

When Ann started to cry, Lonnie didn't know what to do. He pulled to the side of the road, stopped the truck, turned to her, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, now, Ann," he said softly. "Things will be all right. They really will."

"Oh God!" Ann sobbed. "I feel so awful! You...you can't...you can't im-imagine..."

Lonnie slid across the seat to be nearer her and put his arm around her. He was surprised and thrilled when Ann buried her head against his chest. Her soft hair tickled his face and made his skin tingle. Gently, he rubbed her back and let her cry. Finally, the sobbing grew softer, and she quieted.

Ann took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at the young man, whose eyes showed deep concern.

"Really," he said. "Things will be all right."

Ann was confused by the feelings she began to feel as she sat there with Lonnie's arms around her. It felt good being in his arms, very good! He made her feel safe, protected, and special, almost like her neighbor, Martin, did. She was glad he'd come along and offered her a ride.

"Thank you, Lonnie" she murmured. She kissed the young man, intending it to be a friendly kiss, a kiss of gratitude. But, when their lips met, she was startled by the feelings the kiss awakened in her. Kissing him felt really good!

Lonnie was just as surprised by the kiss and burst of sensations it evoked as Ann was. This was far more than he'd hoped for. He'd been dreaming about her ever since he first saw her, and now he was kissing her! His heart continued to pound as he gazed into her eyes.

Ann leaned back and looked at the young man. She wasn't sure what was going on. He was looking at her with such caring in his eyes that it almost made her cry.

"Ah, you want to go get your car now?" Lonnie asked. His body was in total turmoil. He knew he was going to have a serious case of lover's nuts when he got home!

"I'm...I'm not sure I should be driving in the shape I'm in," Ann replied softly.

"What do you want to do, then?" Lonnie asked.

"Would...would you like to come to my house for dinner?" Ann asked. "You've been really sweet, giving me a ride and all. The least I can do is feed you. And it will give me a chance to calm down. After we eat, you can take me to get my car on your way home."

"Ah, sure, that would be great!" Lonnie replied. He was thrilled to be able to spend more time with her.

Warning bells clanged in Ann's mind as Lonnie drove toward her house, but she ignored them. She liked being with him. What harm could there be in having him over to her house for dinner?

When they reached Ann's house, Lonnie pulled into her driveway, shut the truck off and, shaking with excitement, got out, opened the door for Ann, and followed her to the house. He opened the door and held it open so she could walk into the house, then he followed her inside and looked around. "Your house is really nice," he remarked.

"Thanks," Ann replied. "The living room is in there. Make yourself comfortable while I start dinner."

"Where do you keep your dishes?" the young man asked. "I'll set the table while you cook."

Ann was impressed by Lonnie's willingness to help. "The dishes are in that cabinet over there by the sink," she told him.

Lonnie went to work setting the table while Ann scrounged around in the refrigerator and found some food she could make for them. Once the meal was ready they sat down and ate. They talked about work and a lot of other things, and the longer the young man was there, the more comfortable Ann felt.

When they finished the meal, Lonnie helped her clear the table, rinse the dishes, and put them in the dishwasher.

"Are you feeling better now?" Lonnie asked when they finished cleaning up the dishes.

Ann nodded. "Yes, I am, Lonnie," she said. "Much better." Impulsively, she walked over to him, hugged him, then kissed him softly.

The kiss surprised the young man. Still in Ann's arms, he leaned back and gave her a puzzled look. "What was that for?" he asked.

"That was for being my friend," Ann replied. "You don't have any idea how much I needed a friend today."

"I'm glad I could be here for you when you needed me," the young man said.

Ann's arms were still around Lonnie. His body felt solid. She looked up at him and, slowly, his face began to move toward hers. Once more their lips met, and this time fire rushed through her. Her tongue slid out, seeking his.

Lonnie's tongue dueled with Ann's and the sensations caused by the collision of their tongues rocked Ann far more powerfully than she expected it to. She felt his embrace tighten and pressed against him.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when the kiss finally ended. "Lonnie! You really know how to kiss!" Her body was shaking and she could feel his erection pressing against her. She hadn't planned on anything like this happening, and wasn't sure it was fair to the young man if she allowed it to continue, but she wasn't sure she could stop! Lonnie wasn't like the men she usually brought home. He was sweet, he cared about her, and he obviously adored her.

Lonnie, too, felt the powerful feelings developing between them. For him it was the fulfillment of a dream, a fantasy becoming reality! He tightened his arms and pulled Ann into another passionate kiss. Once again their tongues lashed. By the time the kiss ended, she was flushed and, he thought, looked more beautiful than any woman he'd ever seen.

Ann gazed at Lonnie. Her emotions were in turmoil and heat and desire were flooding her. His kisses excited her and had her trembling with need for him. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she let this go on? She felt his hands slide onto her buttocks, then he pulled her against the swollen bulge of his erection. She knew then what the truth was! She wanted him! She looked directly into his eyes. "L...Lonnie...I...I want you," she whispered.

Lonnie heard Ann say the words he dreamed he'd never hear and needed no further encouragement. His pulse was booming in his ears while he scooped her into his arms and felt her head fall against his shoulder. Her hair tickled his face. He was so excited he was afraid his cock would tear a hole through his pants!

Ann rode lightly in Lonnie's arms, her slender arms around his neck, as he moved through the living room and down the short hallway to her bedroom. Gently he laid her on her bed, then he stood there, chest heaving, heart pounding, looking down at her.

"You...you won't hurt me, will you, Lonnie?" she asked softly.

"Oh, God, Ann, no way! That's the last thing in the world I'd do!" Lonnie said. He struggled to get control himself. He wanted to be the best lover Ann ever had. He sat down on the bed and began tracing his finger lightly over her face.

The softness of the young man's touch thrilled Ann. His finger began to roam, exploring her neck, and whatever skin was exposed by her outfit. She'd never been touched so softly, so lovingly, and it enchanted her. She lay on the bed moaning softly, with a look of delight on her face.

Lonnie paused his caresses, unbuttoned the loose over blouse Ann had on and pushed it back. His hands went to the tank top she wore under it and began to pull it out of her jeans.

While he did that, he bent over her and covered her mouth with his once more. She arched her neck, opening her mouth, her tongue lashing his, thrilling him. While the kiss went on he finished tugging the top out of her jeans and slid it up. 

When the kiss ended, Ann raised her arms so Lonnie could pull the top over her head, then she laid back. The young man knelt there, gazing at her wide-eyed. She couldn't believe how ardently he was staring at her. It was almost as if he was worshipping her and it thrilled her beyond belief.

"God, Ann, you're so beautiful!" Lonnie murmured reverently. He stroked her chest. Her skin felt like warm silk. His fingers hand moved over her, working out to the erecting tip of each perfectly formed breast. Her nipples were surprisingly large considering the dainty breasts from which they sprang.

"Oh, Lonnie!" Ann moaned. Her back arched as the young man stroked her. "God, that feels so wonderful!" Lascivious sensations roiled through her while his touch stoked the fires of lust brighter and brighter.

Lonnie was delighted by how soft and warm Ann's skin was. He loved the contrast between the soft skin covering her breasts and her firm, rubbery nipples. He also loved the sounds she was making and the way her body moved against his hands. He had to have those nipples between his lips, so he bent his head and drew one of the taut buds gently into his mouth.

"Ahh!" Ann moaned as thrills swept through her. Her hands went to Lonnie's head, tangled in his hair and pulled him against her. "Oh, Lonnie, that feels so fantastic!"

The young man's lips traveled from one turgid nipple to the other, then back, drawing louder and more impassioned moans from the lithe woman lying on the bed. Her movements grew more and more insistent. While his lips were working on her breasts, Lonnie let his hand slide over her flat belly and unfastened the button at the waist of her jeans. Then he slid it under the waist of the loosened jeans.

Ann had a hard time recalling the last time she'd been this excited by a man's touch. Lonnie's tender, gentle caresses were making her crazy! The crotch of her panties was soaking wet from the fluids of passion which were pouring out of her. He was making her feel so good!

"Please, Lonnie!" she moaned. "Oh, please! Feels so good! Oh, God Lonnie! Feels so good!"

Lonnie stopped kissing Ann's breasts and worked the snug jeans down over her hips which she raised off the bed to help him. He slid the jeans down her long, lovely legs and dropped them on the floor next to the bed. Then he sat back on his heels and gaped at her naked body. He was afraid he'd come in his pants. She was so beautiful! "You are the prettiest woman I've ever seen!" he whispered, his voice soft and filled with awe.

Ann trembled with delight when she heard the young man's impassioned comment and she almost jumped off the bed when he kissed her navel. At the same time, his hand began to move up and down over her slender, perfectly-formed legs. Thrill after thrill coursed through her.

It was all Lonnie could do to keep from tearing his clothes off, jumping on Ann and plunging his cock into her. He didn't, though, he was determined not to, even though it was the hardest thing he'd ever done. He was living out a fantasy. He wanted to savor it, to make it last as long as possible! He might never have a chance like this again!

Between Lonnie's kisses and the things his hands were doing to her, Ann was quaking with passion. Every tender caress, each kiss built her need to a higher and higher level! Then she felt his lips coasting over her belly and his hand touched the silken lips of her vagina. The sudden jolt of excitement that resulted caused her hips to arch upward, off the bed.

"Oh! Oh, Lonnie! I'm going crazy!" she groaned, pressing herself against his searching hand. Indescribable thrills roiled through her while he caressed her aching, lubricant-soaked opening. Her body arched and twisted and thrills continued rumbling through her. He was so gentle! It felt like he was touching her everywhere all at once, like having her feel good was important! "Ah! Oh, God! Ahhh!" she mewled.

Lonnie began probing her juicy opening with his fingers. Her groans got louder and she pressed against him more frantically.

"Too good!" she groaned, "Oh, God, Lonnie! That feels so good!"

The young man slid a finger between the puffy lips and into her. While his finger twirled and thrust, her hips began a rhythmic thrusting in response.

Ann was being completely overwhelmed by exquisite sensations! Her stomach churned with need, her mind whirled, explosions of delight flashed behind her tightly closed eyes. 	"God! God! God!" she babbled. "Oh! Oh! Ohh!" She was going to come soon! She'd never been this turned on just by being touched! It seemed as if Lonnie knew it, too! He took her to the point where she was sure she would lose control, but then he backed off, stroking her, calming her down, only to take her back again to an incredibly high level of need! "Oh, God, Lonnie!" she moaned, "Please! Oh, please! Got to come! Please! Got to come!"

Lonnie heard Ann's fervent plea, bent down and, while thrusting into her with his finger, he sucked her swollen clit between his lips.

"Oh! What....What are you...Ohh!" Ann howled. Still more exquisite sensations flashed through her. Her insides felt as if they were going to melt and flow out of her. "Yes! Yess! Agghh! Agghh!" she cried, "That's it! Lonnie! Oh, God, Lonnie! I'm coming! Coming! Yes! Yess! Oh, God, yes!" Her body writhed wildly as she came. Her movements were so frantic her juices wound up smeared all over the young man's face. Gradually her desperate motions slowed, but Lonnie kept working on her until at last she lay still.

Lonnie again sat back on his heels and looked at her. Ann looked back at him and smiled. "That was incredible, Lonnie, but...but what about you?" she asked.

Lonnie licked her juices off his lips. "Do...do you still want me?" he asked.

Ann nodded actively. "Oh, God, yes!" she said, "I do! I want to feel you in me!"

Lonnie stood up, shed his clothes, and laid next to her on the bed. Ann looked down at his erection, then grasped it in her slim, warm hand. It was so hard! And hot! It was throbbing, too!

Ann's touch sent a wild rush of pleasure up Lonnie's spine. "Be careful," he said, his voice strained. "I...I'm really turned on! I...I don't know how much longer I...I can wait!"

"I want this in me!" Ann said and tugged on him.

Lonnie rolled on top of her. His bulk pushed her against the bed and his hard shaft slid between her legs. He raised his hips, and Ann reached between them and guided the head of his straining cock to her moist opening. He lowered his hips again and felt his cock begin to slip into her tight, hot, wet opening. "You...you're so tight!" he said.

"Oh, God, Lonnie!" Ann moaned as he slid into her, "It feels so good! Oh God, Lonnie does it ever feel good!"

Sensations unlike any he'd ever experienced before billowed through the young man as his shaft was engulfed by Ann's snug sheath. He was making love to her! His dream had come true! When he was fully embedded in her, he stopped and savored the delight that rippled through his body from their connection. Being in her was unlike anything he had ever experienced! He stayed still a bit longer, his cock pressed deep inside her forcing himself to calm down.

After savoring the exquisite grip of Ann's vagina on his cock as long as he could, Lonnie slowly began to move, to thrust into her. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. Just being in her and not moving had brought him very close to coming.

"Oh! Oh, Lonnie, that's so good!" Ann moaned. "Oh, God! Yes!" She locked her slim legs around him and thrust against him feverishly seeking the release she knew would soon come.

"Wow!" Lonnie cried out suddenly, "Oh, Wow! Oh, my God!" Urgent pulses rippled through him and tingles of release coursed from his toes to the roots of his hair. Then he exploded powerfully, pumping gob after gob of hot cream into Ann.

"Oh, God, Lonnie! You're coming! Oh, God! That's so hot! That feels so good!" Ann cried when she felt his torrid sauce splattering into her. "Agghh! Agghh! Agghh! I'm coming again! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! My God! My God! My God!" Her body bucked violently against the young man's.

Their joining finished, they lay in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of their wonderful shared experience.

"It's been so long since I've felt like this!" Ann whispered. "Oh, God, Lonnie, you have no idea how wonderful that was for me!"

Lonnie kissed her on the forehead. "I'm glad I was good for you," he said.

Ann recalled something he'd said earlier, pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked down at him. He caressed one pert breast, making her shudder with the thrill of his gentle touch.

"Did you really have, you know, fantasies about me?" she asked.

The young man's hand was making her crazy again! She shuddered and more thrills went through her as his hand kept exploring her body. 

"All the time," Lonnie replied. "Why do you think I keep hanging around you at work?"

Ann was flattered. Not only that, she was aroused again, too. She couldn't believe it! His insistent manipulation of her breast had the fires of need burning inside her again! His toying with her nipples had her vibrating with need again! She reached between them and was surprised to find he was hard. "Lonnie! You're hard again!" she exclaimed.

Lonnie smiled sheepishly and his face reddened. "Ah, yeah, I guess I am," the young man replied. He rolled atop her and began suckling her nipples, which had again grown to rigid points.

Ann decided not to talk any more. What the young man was doing to her felt so good it had robbed her of the ability to talk! As he suckled her rigid nipples, one of his hands slid between her legs and his fingers began to explore her vagina again. Soon she was bucking with pleasure again.

"Lonnie! I...I'm ready again!" Ann gasped. "Please, darling, don't make me come without you this time!"

"I wouldn't think of it," Lonnie said. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. "I want to do it with you on top," he said. "I want you to ride me!"

His rigid shaft was between them, the length of it pressing against Ann's belly. She kissed him, then raised her hips, freeing the fleshy shaft. As it stood up, the tip slid down her belly and between her slim legs, then it slapped delectably against her vaginal lips. She reached between them, held it steady, and lowered herself on it. Once more she was thrilled to feel it slide into her.




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"Oh, God, Lonnie!" she murmured, "I...I think you're in me farther than you were last time!" She started rocking her hips and felt the hard, fleshy invader stir her insides delightfully. Stupendous feelings boiled up through her, thrilling her, pleasing her. She sat up, then experienced added thrills when Lonnie's hands wrapped around her petite breasts and his thumbs struck sparks of excitement from her rigid nipples. Faster and faster she moved, her hips rocking, raising, and lowering. Each thrust, each movement brought her to new heights of rapture. Then she felt it! She was going to come! She was coming! "Oh! Yess! Again, Lonnie! Oh, Lonnie! Again!" she cried, "Oh! I'm coming! Again! Yesss! Yessss! Ohh! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Lonnie's body rose off the bed as his orgasm boiled up inside him. Once again, he erupted into her. "Unnh! Unnnh! Take it! Take it!" he groaned as once more his hot juice gushed into the woman of his dreams.

Exhausted and more satisfied than she'd been in ages, Ann collapsed on top of Lonnie and lay there with his arms wrapped around her.

Without intending to, both of them dozed off. The night passed, but neither of them was aware of it.

When Lonnie woke up the next morning, he was thrilled to discover he was at Ann Wallin's house, in bed with her. He leaned over her and kissed her softly. "Ann, wake up," he whispered. "It's morning."

Ann started awake and sat up. "My God! Lonnie spent the whole night here!" she thought. "Well, at least this time I spent the night with someone I like." "What time is it, will you be in trouble?" she asked the young man.

Lonnie shook his head. "It's six a.m. and I won't be in trouble," he told her.

Ann laid back and stretched sensually. "Oh! God! Last night was incredible, Lonnie!" she purred. "You are amazing!"

"I'm glad I was good for you," Lonnie said, blushing furiously. He drank in the way her body moved as she stretched. It woke up a few parts of him that hadn't been awake before!

"It was so wonderful! I needed a night like that more than you'll ever know!" Ann gushed. She and rolled on her side facing him, and pressed her body against his. She made a discovery when she did and looked at the young man, her eyes wide. "My God, Lonnie! You're hard again!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, it does feel that way, doesn't it?" Lonnie said. He was as ready to make love with her as he'd ever been. He began sliding his hands over the body he'd learned so well the night before.

Ann was thrilled! His penis - erect and hard - was jammed between her legs, brushing the soft lips of her already-quaking love-cave.

Lonnie felt Ann quiver as his hands slid up and down her back and played with her ass.

Ann began to rock her hips a little, rubbing her dampening opening against the shaft of the young man's stiffening cock. It might not be making love, but it felt pretty damn good!

"Don't make me wait, Lonnie!" she urged softly. "I want you again! I...I need you again!"

"I won't. I need you, too!" Lonnie said and rolled on top of her. He raised his hips and the blood-engorged tip of his rod slid down between her silken lips. He pressed downward and felt her exquisite warmth engulf him as he plunged into her. Hilted all the way, he raised myself up on his arms, keeping his hips pressed against her.

"Oh! Yes!" Ann murmured. "God, Lonnie, you have no idea how wonderful that feels!"

Lonnie began moving his hips and her body shook from the force of his thrusts,. She loved it! She couldn't believe how good he made her feel! Sensations shot through her, bubbling and boiling, superb feelings, growing and spreading. "God, Lonnie! You make me feel so good!" she sighed, locking her legs behind his and rotating her middle against him. Then, suddenly, it was happening again! "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she groaned. Her legs clamped around him and her hips moved even more urgently. "Good! Oh! God! I'm coming! Yes! Yes! I'm coming! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"

"Me, too!" Lonnie groaned and felt his hot fluids spew into his lover's lithe body.

"Yes! Yes!" Ann moaned, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Once again spent, they lay in each other's arms. Ann kissed Lonnie softly.

"I have to get going," he said, "I'm due in early this morning and I don't want to be late for work."

"I know, I have to get up and get ready for work, too" Ann said.

They got up, got cleaned up, and she made breakfast for them.

After they ate, Lonnie drove her back to her car.

"Ah...if I...ah...wanted to, you know, stop over after work tonight..." the young man stammered as they drove down the road.

Ann put her hand on his leg and smiled at him. "You certainly may come over after work. I think you'd find you'd be welcome, very welcome," she said.

"Great!" Lonnie replied. 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 11



Passion in James County XVI

Lonnie and Ann did make it to work on time. Because they were working in different areas of the store and had different lunch periods, they managed to get through the day without anyone suspecting their new relationship.

At lunch, one of Ann's friends did make a comment about Lonnie's mood, though. "Must be Lonnie's got a new girlfriend or something," Lois Oakes commented while she and Ann sat in the lunchroom eating. "He's always pleasant, but today he's acting like he's on cloud nine." Lois chuckled. "Must be the kid finally got his ashes hauled, huh? Lord knows he's needed to for a long time."

"Oh?" Ann said, interested. "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you know?" Lois whispered, "He tried taking out Vonna Jones a couple of months ago, but she wouldn't go with him."

"Vonna has no idea what she missed," Ann thought. She fought to keep her amusement from showing.

After Ann went back to work her thoughts turned to her relationship with Lonnie. She felt more than a little guilty about what he and she had done the night before, even though it had been one of the most wonderful nights she'd spent in a long, long time.


"I...I'm sure I'm not in love with Lonnie," she mused as she stacked boxes of dishes on the store's shelves. "I don't think I'll ever love him. If I keep seeing him, doesn't that mean I'm leading him on? Is it fair of me to do that to him?"

Those thoughts were countered by memories of what a wonderful lover the young man had been and left Ann confused. She wanted to stop seeing him because she didn't want to hurt him, but she wanted to keep seeing him because he was such a good lover. And on top of that, he liked and respected her, which was something Ann hadn't experienced in quite a while.

After work Ann went home and, paced back and forth in her living room while she was waiting for Lonnie to arrive. She decided that she was going to take whatever pleasure she could get from her relationship with the young man, and worry about the consequences later. She thought about what lay in store once Lonnie arrived. "If tonight is anything like last night was..." she thought. She smiled as a shudder of delight raced through her.

Lonnie, almost as anxious as Ann, drove into her driveway and parked his truck in front of her garage. Then he walked up the sidewalk to her front door and knocked it.

Ann opened the door, smiling at him. She stepped back so he could enter the house. "How are you today, Lonnie?" she asked.

"Ah...I...I'm, ah, fine," Lonnie replied.

Lonnie looked at Ann and was tempted to pinch himself. He thought she looked even prettier than she had the day before. She had on a mid-calf length cream-colored skirt with buttons up the front. Most of the buttons were open and a finely-formed leg encased in dusky pantyhose showed where the skirt gapped. Over the skirt, she wore a lace camisole that looked transparent, but wasn't. It clung to her lithe upper body like a second skin. A cream-colored jacket that had three-quarter length sleeves and only one button completed the outfit. Ann's long, curly light brown hair hung tumbled down around her face, falling almost to her small, but perfectly shaped breasts.

Ann stepped toward him, then she was pressing against him. Her arms snaked around him, working her hips against the rapidly growing bulge in the young man's groin.

Lonnie pulled her face to his and their lips joined. His tongue slithered out and caressed her lips. Her lips parted and her tongue sought contact with his, then their tongues lashed urgently. He cupped her ass forcing her tighter against the growing hardness in his groin.

Gasping, they leaned back in each other's arms. Ann's lips were red and wet and her eyes were ablaze. He pushed her jacket down. She let her arms drop and it fell to the carpeted floor of the foyer. After the jacket was off, Lonnie opened the few remaining fastened buttons of her skirt, exposing her middle, which was covered by one of the tiniest undergarments he'd ever seen, a lacy strip over her hips holding an ultra-sheer, lacy Vee of material over her bush which was the same color as her hair. Next, Lonnie peeled Ann's lacy top off. Her bra was equally sheer and lacy.

Ann wasn't standing still. While the young man stripped her clothes off, she undressed him. They struggled to remove their clothing while they moved toward Ann's bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake.

Lonnie unhooked Ann's bra and her well-formed breasts burst free. Her nipples were already hard. He peeled down her panties and she laid down on the bed. The young man joined her and their sweltering bodies pressed together. The contact of Ann's hot flesh against his sent a rush of delightful sensations through him.

The young man, who was extremely aroused, wasted no time. His rigid shaft was trapped between his belly and Ann's and, as she moved against him, exquisite thrills coursed through him. He rolled atop her and she reached between them, gripped his tumescence in her soft, warm hand and positioned it at the entrance to body. Lonnie's hips surged downward, thrusting his cock into her, evoking a fervent groan from the aroused woman.

"Oh! I needed this so desperately, Lonnie!" Ann groaned, her eyes wide and filled with desire.

Lonnie responded with a powerful movement of his hips, experiencing the tight clutch of her snug channel around his penetrating member. It was magnificent! He was so turned on he couldn't hold back long, but from the way Ann's body was quivering, he suspected she was as close to coming as he was.

Ann's legs hooked behind Lonnie as she forced her lean body against his. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined and their tongues dueled. Wracking spasms, almost convulsions, roared through her.

Lonnie quaked as a stupendous tremor of ecstasy accompanied a powerful rush of fluids from deep inside him into his partner's quaking body.

Ann groaned into his mouth, laboring against him, shaking mightily.

Temporarily sated, Lonnie stayed atop Ann, looking down into her smiling face. He kissed her softly. His cock, still deep in her, remained as hard as it had been when they began.

"God, Lonnie!" Ann exclaimed, her chest heaving, her face flushed. "I needed that so much!"

"What next?" Lonnie asked. He hadn't calmed down, not one bit!

"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me until I can't come any more!" Ann exclaimed. She pulled him down and plastered her mouth against his. Yesterday and today were the best days she'd had in such a long time!

Lonnie rolled off her, finally and they snuggled, enjoying the caress of warm flesh against warm flesh as their bodies recouped. After a while the young man began caressing her softly and Ann responded, her skin rippling as his hand glided over it.

"Oh!" Ann moaned, "God, Lonnie, that feels so marvelous!"

"That's the general idea, isn't it?" Lonnie replied.

His cock, still hard, was pressed against Ann's belly. She rolled onto him. "You want more, do you, Lonnie?" she asked. Her hips moved, caressing his shaft with her wet opening, sending rapture racing through her. "Is this what you want?"

"God, yes!" the young man gasped. "You know I do!"

"I guess maybe I should let you have it then, shouldn't I?" Ann said, continuing to move her hips.

The caress of Ann's wet opening on the shaft of his cock excited Lonnie even more. He shoved his hips upward, seeking more of the wonderful caress. "Please, Ann, please!" he begged.

Ann wanted him just as much as he obviously wanted her. She slid her hand between them, clutched him, and soon had him deep inside her again. When Lonnie's swollen shaft slid into her, caressing her channel, she began rocking her hips. "Oh, God!" she cooed, "I love this! I love it!" More and more frantically her hips moved, whipping the young man's cock around inside her, stimulating her as much as it seemed to be stimulating him, if the flush spreading over his body was any indication. Her moans increased in intensity and pitch, and her body began trembling uncontrollably. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she wailed. "Oh, yes! Oh,yess! Oh, yesss!"

Ann's lean hips moved violently and her slender body shivered and strained as she came. Lonnie groaned as he blasted hot jets of sticky cream into her, filling her to overflowing while, once again they partook of the glories of a shared orgasm.

When she finished, Ann was so filled she could feel their blended fluids trickling out of her and dripping onto him. "God!" she murmured happily. "That was fantastic!"

"It sure was!" Lonnie agreed.

Ann pushed herself up and smiled down at him. "I'm a mess," she said, making a face, "I need a bath." She slid off the young man, got up, and headed for the bathroom.

Lonnie watched Ann walk out of the bedroom. She had an incredible body! When he heard the shower start, he got out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He was sure the sound of the water was loud enough so Ann couldn't hear him approach. He wanted to take a shower with her and hoped she'd let him.

Steam from the shower filled the bathroom, but through the clear shower curtain surrounding the old claw tub, Lonnie could observe Ann's pale, slim body as she bathed herself. His cock lurched and his breath caught.

Ann turned to face the door and her eyes filled with fire when she saw that Lonnie was standing there, watching her. Smiling at him, she said, "I was wondering if you were going to join me, Lonnie."

Lonnie walked toward the shower, grinning. "I thought you might need some help," he said. He stepped into the shower, took the washcloth from Ann, and began caressing her breast with it. He could hear her gurgles of delight as he ran the lathery cloth over her body.

"My goodness, Lonnie, you sure do know how to give a bath!" Ann moaned, "God, does that ever feel nice!"

Lonnie caressed Ann's breasts with the lather-covered cloth until her nipples were poking out of a covering of foamy suds. Even though he found washing her breasts delightful, there was much more he wanted to do. Guided by his hand, the washcloth slithered down over her flat belly and moved between her trembling legs.

"Oh!" Ann cooed, "Oh! God!"

Lonnie thoroughly lathered Ann's vagina and it wasn't long before she was trembling so hard she had to clinging to his arm for support. Her breathing had turned harsh and her delectable chest heaved as she sucked in air. She was an incredible sight, a vision of suds-covered, lust-filled beauty.

"I-I-I-I'm going to come!" Ann panted, "Oh, God, Lonnie! I'm going to come!" Her hips drove against his hand, twisting, turning.

"Isn't that why we're doing this?" Lonnie asked. He continued the caresses that were driving her wild.

Suddenly Ann began to quiver violently, then her body stiffened and her mouth fell open. Loud moans began gushing from her. "Yeah! Yeah!" she wailed. "Yeah! Unhh! Unnhh! Unnhh!"

Lonnie didn't stop until Ann was sagging against him, hanging on to his arm desperately, barely able to stand. He put his arms around her and held her until she was able to stand on her own, then he re-soaped the washcloth and resumed bathing her.

"Lonnie!" Ann whispered. "You really are going to make me come until I can't come any more, aren't you?"

Lonnie smiled at her and nodded. "Of course," he said. "I always try to do what beautiful ladies ask me to do."

Ann grabbed his cock, which had grown hard as he stirred her through orgasm with the washcloth. "Take me, Lonnie!" she said, her voice vibrant with hunger. She tugged on his tumescence. "I want you to make love to me some more!"

"Turn around and bend over," Lonnie said.

A puzzled look on her face, Ann did as the young man requested, presenting her lovely, glistening wet ass to him.

Lonnie slid his hand between her divinely-shaped buttocks and explored the entrance to her lather-covered cavern.

"Oh!" Ann groaned, "Oh, God, Lonnie! That feels so wild!"

While the hot water continued to stream over them, Lonnie grabbed his cock, centered the swollen head on her opening, and shoved it into her. 

"Incredible! Oh! Incredible!" Ann moaned, "Oh! I never did it like this before! Don't stop! Oh, God, Lonnie! Please don't stop! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Lonnie grabbed hold of her hips and pounded into her. He heard and felt their legs slapping as he thudded into her. Her body shook and she grunted as he pounded against her. He felt an orgasm building in his loins and knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded in a burst of pleasure.

"I'm going to come!" Ann crooned. Her moans reached a crescendo and an intense orgasm exploded in her. "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Annhh! Annh! Annhhhh!"

Powerful spasms deep in his loins sent Lonnie's torrid cream gushing into her. He hung on to her bottom and his legs went weak as he came.

They finally got out of the tub. Lonnie dried off first and was lying in the bed when Ann returned from the bathroom. He couldn't believe the hunger he saw in her eyes as she walked across the room toward him!

When she reached the bed, Ann dropped to her knees next to the young man and took hold of his cock. She stroked it softly until it started to get hard then she took it into her mouth and began an unbelievably wonderful sucking. Her tongue lashed the sides of the swelling organ as it slid between her lips.

Lonnie was stunned. Ann was giving him a blow-job! He never expected anything like this to happen! The sensations she was evoking with her lips and tongue were rapidly overwhelming him. It wasn't long before spasms so sweet they were almost agony tore through him and he exploded into her warm mouth, groaning frantically.

Even after Lonnie came, Ann continued sucking him, her hands sliding up and down his legs, adding to the thrills she was bestowing on him. She kept it up until he was limp, then she let his soft organ slip out of he mouth, sat back, and looked at him, smiling, traces of his sticky white goo on her chin and chest.

"You liked that, didn't you, Lonnie?" she asked, grinning up at him from between his legs.

"You better believe it!" Lonnie said. He reached for her and she slid on top of him and kissed him. He could taste the remnants of himself on her lips. He cuddled her until his strength returned, then his hands began exploring her smooth, warm body. She squirmed as she lay atop him, caressing his body with hers.

Lonnie rolled over and Ann rolled onto her back on the bed next to him. Moving over her, the young man seized a rigid nipple with his lips and sucked it hard. Her back arched and she grabbed his ears, using them as handles to pull his face tighter against her swollen chest.

His hands delved into the cleft between her legs. Her pubic hair was soaked with the juices of their loving. Her hips strained upward, craving his caresses. Lonnie parted the silken lips of her labia with two fingers, then shoved them inside her. Ann moaned with delight and began thrusting her hips against his fingers. He kept his lips busy, moving them from one hardened nipple to the other.

After a while, Lonnie allowed his lips to abandon her nipples and began to kiss downward. When he reached her belly he licked and teased her navel. He was surprised that his exploration of Ann's belly button evoked wails of rapture. All the while her hips continued thrusting against the fingers invading her body.

"Yes! Oh, God, Yes!" Ann whimpered, her hips twisting.

His lips journeyed through her pubic hair and he discovered her engorged clit, sucked it into his mouth, and began lashing it with his tongue.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ann cried when she exploded into a maelstrom of ecstasy. Her shrieks of delight rose to a peak while her hips gyrated in wild circles and moved up and down. "Ohh! Ohhh! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, yeah!" she cried as ecstasy once more overwhelmed her.

Lonnie, his face smeared with come, slid up next to Ann and held her against him.

"God, Lonnie, don't...don't you ever stop?" she gasped, staring at him wide-eyed. "Are...are you always like this?"

Lonnie shook his head. "No, not always," he told her. He grinned. "I guess you bring out the beast in me!"

"I guess!" Ann exclaimed. He began sucking her nipples again and she moaned passionately. "Oh, God! Lonnie! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Lonnie planned to do just that. He kissed and caressed Ann's stunning body until, once more, she was groaning with need and trembling. "Get on your knees," he told her. "Let's do it doggy-style this time!"

Ann knelt on the bed, offering him her bottom. He got behind her and moved close. His rigid, waving cock smacked her ass. "Take me, Lonnie! Please! Oh, God, Lonnie, put it in me!" she cried.

Lonnie rubbed his cock through her swampy wetness and heard her gasp, then she began groaning and pushing her bottom back at him.

"Shove it in! I want it in me!" Ann wailed. "Please, Lonnie, I want you in me!"

The young man centered the tip of his swollen shaft on her opening, then he lunged forward, driving his wand into her once again.

"Yes, Lonnie! Yes! Oh, Yes!" Ann babbled. "That feels so good! It feels so fantastic!"

Lonnie's thighs smacked against Ann's as he lunged forward, plunging his erection into her. Her breasts jumped and jiggled as their bodies slammed together.

"Oh, God, Lonnie! Oh, God! Oh! Ohh!" Ann grunted. "You're doing it to me again!"

Lonnie clasped her jiggling breasts, felt her turgid nipples spearing into his palms, and squeezed them.

Ann began to convulse, her grunts turned to wails, and she rocketed into rapture once again. "Yes! Oh, yes! Now! Take me, Lonnie! Now! Noww!" she screamed, coming powerfully once again.

Lonnie's juices coursed out of him with an incredibly sweet rush, hosing the deepest parts of his partner's body. Her moans got even more frantic.

"You did it, Lonnie. I really don't think I can make love again today," Ann said softly as she lay in her young lover's arms, totally sated.

"Me, too," Lonnie replied.

Ann snuggled against him and turned so her back was to him. Her soft, silky hair was tousled and tangled. She slid back and her buttocks moved against him. That, to Lonnie's surprise, caused a reaction in his groin. His penis swelled against Ann's lovely buttocks and pressed into the cleft between them.

Lonnie reached over her, cupped a breast, and caressed it softly. He buried his face in her hair and began kissing her neck and shoulders as he teased her nipple to life.

"Oh, God! I...I thought you said you couldn't do it any more!" Ann exclaimed.

"I thought I was all finished," Lonnie responded. He chuckled. "My body seems to have other ideas, though." He knew Ann wasn't ready to stop, either. Her nipple was hard as a rock and she was moaning softly.

Ann groaned and the movement of her hips grew more insistent. Before long, she was wailing with delight and her ass was rubbing his cock, which had grown hard as steel from the movement of her bottom against it.

Lonnie pulled Ann's leg back over his, then he slid his hand over her belly, onto her clit. Juices of excitement were oozing from her again. He grasped his cock, which jutted between her legs, and rubbed it against her slit. The gorgeous slim woman groaned and begged him to put it in her. He did and once more felt thrills as he invaded her tight, wet, opening.

"Oh, Jesus! Every time we do it I think it feels better!" Ann murmured as elation raced through her. Lonnie kept mauling her breasts as his cock surged into her. Her passion quickly built to the bursting point once more, driven by his lunging cock. Without warning, she erupted into yet another orgasm. "God! Oh, God!" she cried, "Now! Oh, yes, Lonnie, now! Now!"

Lonnie's insides unleashed once more and he joined her, hosing his hot juices into her again.




She Tries To Forget Ch. 11



Ann went limp after they finished, and Lonnie's cock, softening at last, slid out of her.

"I...I have to get going," the young man said softly after he was again able to talk. "I hate to, but I really have to. I...I have to get home. I promised I'd help my dad do some work around the house." He again buried his face in Ann's soft hair and kissed her neck. "Can...can I come over again?" he asked. "Like...like maybe tomorrow?"

Ann turned in his arms and kissed him. "You certainly can!" she said.

Finally, they couldn't put it off any more. They got up, and Lonnie got cleaned up and put his clothes back on. Ann walked him to the door. Before he left they kissed passionately.

"Will you really come over again tomorrow after work?" Ann asked.

"You couldn't keep me away," Lonnie replied. He planted a fond kiss on her nose, then he went out the door.

Ann stood inside her door and heard the sound of the young man's truck starting. "What am I doing?" she asked herself as she listened to the vehicle backing down her driveway. "I...I don't love him. And if we keep this up, he's going to get the wrong idea about how I feel. I'll wind up hurting him. And that's not fair. I...I'm doing to him what I let all those men do to me." Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. Even when something wonderful happened to her, it wound up causing her pain. 



She Tries To Forget Ch. 12



The next day, Lonnie was assigned to work in a far corner of the store's warehouse. He had just finished stacking some big cardboard boxes of product and was headed out to get another pallet of them when Ann walked around the corner, surprising him.

"Hi, Lonnie," she said, her eyes brightening, "I didn't know you were back here. I need to check and see if we have any of those platform rockers."

Lonnie smiled at her and nodded. "We have ten of them," he told her. "I know that because I just finished stacking them back there." He made a gesture to the corner where he had been working.

"Good," Ann said, "I'll call up front and let them know." She walked to the in-store phone that hung on the wall nearby and called the service desk to let her friend Lois know they had the chairs in stock. "All right, I'll have the stock boy put one aside," she told Lois. 

After Ann finished with her call, she turned to the young man. "How are you today, Lonnie?" Ann asked. "I haven't seen much of you."

"I've been stuck working way back here," Lonnie replied. "I haven't seen anyone else since I started this morning.' He looked around. The other stock boy had called in sick, and there wasn't anyone else in the warehouse area. He stepped closer to Ann and took her in his arms.

Ann tensed up when Lonnie put his arms around her. She wasn't sure they should be doing this. She leaned back in his arms and looked into his eyes. "I...I don't think we should be doing this, Lonnie," she said softly. "Somebody might come along and..."

"It's OK," Lonnie said, "there's nobody else out here. No harm in a little hug and kiss, is there?"

"I...I guess not," Ann said. She leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss began softly, but rapidly grew passionate. Despite her fears of being caught, her arms locked around the boy and her tongue lashed the inside of his mouth. Her hips surged forward, pressing against his middle, and began to rotate.

Lonnie tightened his embrace and, as the kiss continued, he slid his hands down and took her buttocks in his hands.

Ann groaned into Lonnie's mouth and continued to thrust her pelvis against him, feeling his growing hard-on press against her.

Overwhelmed by lust, the couple tore at each other's clothes. They both were very aware of the danger of discovery, but that was the farthest thing from their minds as they continued to grope at each other and their bodies became more and more inflamed.

Lonnie slid his hand inside Ann's slitted skirt, between her trembling legs and cupped her pussy. It was sopping wet with excitement.

"Oh! God! Lonnie!" Ann groaned, wriggling her pelvis against his hand. "God! Oh, God!"

Lonnie wanted her desperately, but wasn't sure how to do it. Making love on the hard concrete floor was impossible. He looked around and saw a large carton behind him. It might be just the right height! He lifted Ann and sat her on it, then he pushed up her skirt, moved between her legs and took her in his arms again. Once more their lips fused.

Ann's hand slid down between them and she unzipped the Lonnie's pants. Her hand slid inside them seeking, and finding, his erection. She began caressing it, massaging the juices oozing from the tip into the shaft. Finally she released the young man's distended organ and leaned back. "Take me, Lonnie! Now!" she murmured. She was so turned on, so wild with need, she didn't care where they were. She needed to have him in her!

Lonnie plunged into her and felt shivers of joy race up his back. This was the wildest thing he'd ever done! Powerfully he slammed against Ann, sliding her bottom back and forth on the cardboard surface.

Ann, experiencing passion the equal of her lover's, yanked him against her, loving how it felt to have his swollen rod plunging into her in this forbidden place.

"Lonnie! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Gahhh!" she whimpered, clutching his arms. She pressed her mouth against his and shuddered violently as an orgasm ripped through her.

"Uunhh!" the young man groaned into her mouth as his seed gushed from him.

Spent by their powerful, unexpected union, the couple clung to each other while their bodies calmed.

"My God, Lonnie!" Ann whispered, her face buried against Lonnie's shirt. "That was so intense!"

"It sure was!" the young man agreed breathlessly. He, like Ann, was unnerved by the powerful forces of lust that had overwhelmed them and was a little apprehensive. What would have happened if someone had come looking for him, or Ann? A tremor ran through him.

"Lonnie, are you OK?" Ann asked, "You're shaking."

"I...it's just that...what we did...was so...so wild, you know?" he replied. "I mean, it's a little scary, you know? We took a helluva chance here."

Ann kissed him softly. "I know we did," she said, "now let me down. We better get dressed and back to work before someone comes looking for us and we do get in trouble."

They straightened their clothes back on, then Ann gave Lonnie a kiss on the cheek and started to walk back out to the sales floor. After taking about five steps, she stopped and turned. "Lonnie, are...are you still planning on coming over after work tonight?" she asked.

Lonnie smiled and nodded. "You couldn't keep me away," he said.

After Ann left, the young man turned to resume stacking boxes and realized they'd left a huge wet spot on the box they'd made love on. He picked up a similar box, set it on top of the wet one, and smiled. "There," he said.

The minute the young man arrived at her house after work, Ann hauled him off to her bedroom. She helped him strip his clothes off and began trailing her hands lightly over his body. She grabbed his already-hard cock and heard his groan of delight. With one hand she stroked the young man's throbbing organ while the other hand rolled his balls and teased his scrotum. Lonnie groaned with delight and arched his back, lifting his hips off the bed.

"You like that, do you, Lonnie?" Ann murmured. She was kneeling on the bed at his hips. She enjoyed turning him on so much! "I love the way your cock feels when it gets hard," she murmured, eyes glazed with lust. She gave Lonnie's member a gentle squeeze. 

"Ann..." Lonnie groaned, his hips twisting and turning. "God!"

"You've been such a good boy today," Ann purred. "I think you deserve a very special kiss." Having said that, she bent and took his cock in her mouth.

"Ahhh!" Lonnie moaned. Ecstasy bubbled through him while Ann's mouth did wonderful things to him. His fingers clawed the sheets as wave after wave of delight swept over him. The young man felt his insides begin to churn. He was going to come! "Ahhh!" he groaned, "Ann! Oh, God, Ann! I...I'm gonna come! It...that feels too good!"

Ann heard the young man's plaintive cry of warning, but she found sucking his cock such a wonderful experience, she decided to let him come in her mouth.

A few seconds later, Lonnie realized Ann wasn't heeding his warning. If anything, she had intensified what she was doing to him. He also realized he was fighting a losing battle to maintain control. The harder he tried to hold back, the less control he seemed to have! Then he no longer had any. "Gahh!" he moaned and, powerfully, he erupted into her mouth.

Ann felt her young lover's cock twitching, then he was spewing his hot, sticky cream into her mouth! A shudder raced through her and she unexpectedly experienced a small, but sweet orgasm of her own! She continued licking and sucking the young man until his cock began to soften. Only then did she let it slide from her mouth and, her face slick with Lonnie's come, she stretched out on the bed next to him and kissed him.

"What about you?" Lonnie asked, sounding concerned. "That was really awesome for me, but you didn't make it?"

"I did come," Ann said softly. "Just a little, but it took the edge off for now." She enjoyed making love with Lonnie because it was always such a wonderful experience, but it unsettled her that when she was with him, she seemed to be totally out of control. What happened at work was a good example. If they'd been caught, they would have both been fired. On the other hand, it did make for some wonderful experiences. Like coming from sucking his cock.

"You did?" Lonnie asked, surprised. He was learning more and more about sex every day. "I didn't know that could happen."

"It never happened to me before, either," Ann said and kissed him again. "Being with you is one wonderful new experience after another."

"It sure is for me!" Lonnie agreed kissing her back. 

"You know, Lonnie, you really are an incredible young man," Ann said and gave him a soft kiss. "I wish I'd met someone like you when I was your age. You're going to make some girl a fine husband someday."

Lonnie blushed. They snuggled a little longer, then Ann got out of bed. She grinned at Lonnie while she slipped into her robe. "You know, young man, because of you I have to take a bath. I'm all sticky."

She started for the door, then stopped and turned. "I don't know if you're hungry or not," she told Lonnie, "but I left some stuff out on the kitchen table, if you want something to eat."

"Thanks, Ann," Lonnie said. He was hungry, so he got up, slipped on his pants and a T-shirt, and went out to the kitchen.

While Lonnie was eating, Ann walked into the kitchen wearing a man-tailored pink blouse and nothing else. She walked over to the kitchen counter and began pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Lonnie finished his sandwich, got up, walked across the kitchen and laid his hand on Ann's shoulder.

Ann felt desire sweeping though her and couldn't believe it. All he'd done was lay his hand on her shoulder and she was simmering with need!

Lonnie put his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. He felt her shudder and his cock started to stiffen. He kissed her neck and licked her ear.

Ann She wanted to feel him against her, to feel his hands on her, doing things to her.

Lonnie cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed his stiffening cock against her buttocks while he continued to kiss and nibble her ear and neck under her hair.

"Oh, Lonnie!" Ann murmured. She squirmed, putting even more pressure on his cock making the fleshy tube press against her harder. She was once more experiencing the blossoming of need--the overpowering need she felt every time he touched her! As Lonnie's fingers caressed her stiffening nipples, her body continued to fill with undeniable need.

Lonnie felt Ann sagging against him and her buttocks moving rhythmically against his stiffening cock. It really was wild. "You don't want me to stop, do you, Ann?" he whispered, thrusting his tongue into her ear, continuing his gentle massage of her breasts.

Ann's hands covered Lonnie's, pressing them tighter against her breasts. "What...what do...you think?" she murmured.

"You like this, don't you?" Lonnie whispered. "You like it a lot."

"God, Lonnie!" Ann groaned, her bottom pressing against him even harder. "You know I like it! You make me crazy!"

Lonnie stopped massaging Ann's breasts long enough to undo the buttons on her blouse, then he slid his hands onto her bare belly and she moaned with delight. He felt a tremor go through her.

Ann once again experienced a powerful craving for Lonnie. His hands were setting her on fire! Once more he cupped her breasts and began squeezing them gently, rubbing her nipples, which were now protuberant. Her hands moved onto his and she continued pressing against him.

"Touch my breasts, Lonnie!" Ann purred. "Please, I love the way you touch them!"

Lonnie did just that, letting her rigid nipples press into his palms as he softly, gently, rotated them against her swollen, tender mounds.

Ann groaned and her legs began trembling. "Oh, Lonnie, I...I can't say no to you," she murmured. "You touch me and I lose control!"

"I'm glad," Lonnie whispered.

"We ought...to...to go....let's go...back...to...to the...the bed...room," Ann stammered, her body quaking visibly.

"Not yet," Lonnie replied softly. He slid his hand through the lush pubic forest between her legs and his fingers encountered wetness.

Ann's hips shot forward, pressing her pulsing vagina against Lonnie's hand. She groaned. "Yes! Touch me! Oh, God, Lonnie! Touch me!" she crooned, her hips gyrating as Lonnie's fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring her, titillating her. Her hand slid between them and she gripped his cock. "Yes! Oh, Yes!"

Lonnie was having as much trouble standing as Ann was. Rising passion had robbed his strength. Holding her against him, he backed toward a kitchen chair.

"Lonnie, we...we should go...to the...the bedroom," she murmured, then she shuddered when the young man took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it.

Lonnie couldn't wait that long. He undid his pants with his free hand and pushed them down, then he sat down on the chair, turned Ann around, and pulled her onto his lap astraddle his legs. His rigid cock strained against her, seeking entry to her warm, tight opening.

"Oh, God, Lonnie! We shouldn't be doing this!" Ann murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, "Not...not here! What...what if someone comes to the door?"

"Nobody's going to come," Lonnie croaked as he thrust his cock into her. "Except you...and...and...me!"

"Oh!" Ann groaned. Her hips began moving as the young man's cock forced it's way into her. "God! Oh, Lonnie! You make me feel so good!"

Powerful feelings surged between them. Their overheated bodies strained, making the chair rock, as lust took over. Lonnie clutched her ass and Ann clung to his neck as his cock continued it's delicious invasion of her body, lashing her insides, driving her ever wilder.

"Now! Now!" Ann shrieked after a few minutes of frantic movement, "Take me now! Lonnie! Lonnie! Now! Yes! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" Her body spasmed violently and her arms locked around him.

"Yeahh!" Lonnie cried, exploding, hosing her insides with his torrid fluids.

Their need sated, they remained on the chair, bodies still joined, while their bodies calmed. "I can't believe how much I needed that!" Ann gasped once they finished. "Especially after all we've done already today."

"I'd say you needed it about as much as I did," Lonnie replied, then he kissed her gently.

Lonnie's cock softened and slid from Ann and the remnants of their joining dripped onto the kitchen floor under them.

When Ann finally felt as if she had enough strength enough to move, she kissed Lonnie. "Let's go back to bed, young man," she said. She lifted herself off him. When she was on her feet she discovered that her legs were still a little weak. She could feel his juices trickling down her legs, too. "I suppose I'll wind up having to take a third bath before the day is over," she mused.

Lonnie stood up, too and, arms around each other, they walked down the hallway and into the bedroom. Ann stripped off her shirt while Lonnie undressed and they got back in her bed. They immediately moved into each other's arms, kissed deeply, then their hands again began exploring warm flesh.

When the young man began caressing one of her breasts, Ann shuddered and felt her nipples begin to harden again. "Oh, Lonnie, that...Ahh!...that feels so wonderful!" she purred, "You have a wonderfully light touch, do you know that?"

"Glad you like it," Lonnie murmured.

"You have no idea how much I do," Ann told him. She wanted to make him feel good, too, so she slid her hand over the young man's chest, found his nipples, and teased them until they were straining points of hardened flesh, noting with pleasure that Lonnie gasped and trembled when she did. Since touching his nipples obviously made him feel good, it would probably thrill him even more if she kissed them. She bent over him and took one of his nipples in her mouth.

"Ahh!" Lonnie moaned, writhing, as fantastic sensations swept through him.

"Do you like that, Lonnie?" Ann asked.

"Oh, yes!" Lonnie replied. "My God, Ann! Yes!"

Ann resumed arousing him, her lips blazing a trail of fire over his body. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that his cock had begun to rise again. She reached down and grasped the swelling organ, and could feeling the heat, the growing firmness, and the sticky remnants of their earlier joining which still coated it.

Her kisses moved across the young man's belly, through his damp, matted pubic hair, to the base of the distended pole. Kneeling next to his hips, Ann clasped her lips around the engorged shaft and began moving her head slowly up and down. She loved the delightful friction that resulted as her lips stole up and down the veined surface of his swollen, throbbing cock.

Lonnie went wild when Ann's lips began moving up and down over his tender rod once more. He looked at her kneeling next to him, her erect nipples pointing at the bed. He reached out and lightly trailed his fingers over her back, her lovely firm ass, and her legs. He tried to touch as much of her as he could reach.

While Lonnie's hand slid lovingly over her soft smooth skin, Ann's lips continued to slide up and down over his throbbing shaft and her hands stroked his trembling legs.

"I'm so close!" Lonnie gasped, his hips rocking, fucking his erect penis into her mouth.

Ann took her mouth off the young man, swung her leg over his body, then lowered herself onto his swollen pole, which slid into her easily and once more bestowed wonderful sensations on her as he crammed her delightfully full. Her fluttering hot cavern engulfed the boy's pulsing tool and caressed it.

She looked down at Lonnie, saw the look of pure ecstasy on his face, and was delighted. "You do like what I'm doing, don't you, Lonnie?" she whispered.

"Oh, God, yes!" Lonnie groaned. He arched his hips, driving himself farther into her.

Ann pressed down against him, overjoyed by the powerful sensations being delivered into her by the young man's swollen cock. "My God, Lonnie! You feel huge!" she exclaimed. "I swear you're in me all the way to my throat!" She pushed herself erect, putting her body at right angles to his, and began to rock her hips. The movements caused his erection to whip around inside her, creating delightful bedlam in her super-aroused body. "Oh! Lonnie!" she moaned, her hips moving faster and faster. Her motions became more and more frenzied. "This is lovely, Lonnie! This...Ahh! This is incredible!"

Lonnie gazed up at the lovely woman riding him. Her face was flushed with passion, her gorgeous breasts were quivering, and her hips were a blur of motion. Combined with the intense, delectable friction caused by their joined sex organs, what he saw drove him rapidly toward his peak. Hot sauces boiled up through his penis and blasted into Ann, flooding her. "I'm coming!" he cried. "Take it! Take it! Ahh! Ahhh!"

When the young man's molten juices flooded her, Ann could stand no more. "Oh, yes! Come, darling! Come for me!" she urged ardently, "Come! Fill me! It feels so good! Oh...Oh! Lonnie! Oh, Lonnie! Yes! Ahh! Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" She rode out another awesome orgasm and, when it was over, she remained atop Lonnie enjoying the sweet aftermath, feeling his penis soften, then slide from her, tickling her as it left her body. She lowered herself onto his chest, felt his arms slide around her, and his lips cover hers. This was wonderful! "Oh, Lonnie! You are so wonderful!" she whispered, snuggling against the young man, burying her head in the crook of his neck. She kissed his ear, then licked the spot she'd kissed.

After a while, Lonnie's hands again began moving over Ann's smooth, warm body, and he heard her begin to purr with delight.

"Do you think it's possible for a person to die of too much sex?" she asked.

"You want to try and find out?" Lonnie replied.

Ann giggled and nodded. "I'm willing to try, if you are," she said.




She Tries To Forget Ch. 12



Lonnie's exploration of her lithe physique became more intense and Ann writhed with delight. He captured a turgid nipple between his lips, sucked it hard. She cried out, her back arching. Her hands went to his ears and pulled him tighter against her.

His hands kept moving over her, delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness of lust in her crinkly pubic hair. Her hips rocked upward, seeking his touch, and he didn't disappoint her. His fingers parted her slick, silken labia and drove inside, making her moan even louder.

Ann began thrusting herself against Lonnie's fingers while his lips moved from one straining nipple to the other.

Lonnie moved so his lips could trace a path down over Ann's belly, then he paused and lavished a lot of attention on her navel, bringing squeals of delight from her. Her hips continued thrusting against his invading fingers.

"Yes! Oh, Yes!" Ann hissed through clenched teeth as her body began quaking with approaching orgasm.

Lonnie kissed through her lush pubic thatch, found the swollen bud of her clit, and sucked it into his mouth. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" Ann wailed. Her shrieks of delight reached a crescendo, her thighs clasped his hand, and her hips gyrated in wild circles and humped up and down on the bed.

At last Ann's cries of ecstasy waned and she collapsed on the bed. It was Lonnie's turn to have a face smeared with come, and to slide up a warm body and embrace a person spent from delight.

Ann turned in Lonnie's arms, facing him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She smiled weakly. "Oh, God!" she exulted, "If that's what you have to do to die from sex, let's do it some more!"

"I intend to," Lonnie said. He kissed her and their tongues began to duel again. The time it took to pleasure her had revitalized him. He felt familiar stirrings deep inside him.

Ann began kissing the young man's chest, her soft lips moving over his nipples, stiffening them. She sucked his nipples like he had sucked hers moments before, and her soft hands explored his body. They slid over his ass cheeks making them tighten with involuntary spasms.

"Do you like that, Lonnie?" she asked.

"Uh-huh! I sure do!" Lonnie replied. 

His cock had risen again and was pressing against Ann's belly. She rolled atop him. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" she groaned. She began moving her hips. Her wet opening caressed the shaft of his cock, exciting her. "I need you again! Oh, God, do I ever!" she gasped. She reached between them and urged his cock into her.

Once again, Lonnie knew the warm caress of Ann's snug channel engulfing his swollen rod. He groaned softly and shoved his hips upward.

Ann began moving. "Oh, God, Lonnie!" she cooed, "I love this! This is so wonderful!"

Faster and faster Ann's hips moved, making Lonnie's cock whip around inside her, stirring her deeply. A flush spread over her body as her moans grew in intensity and pitch. Her body began trembling. "Yes, Lonnie! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" 

Once more Lonnie's body shot more of his hot sticky cream into Ann, filling her to overflowing. Their mixed fluids trickled out of her and ran down the crack of Lonnie's ass.

They lay in a warm embrace after they finished. "Ohh!" Ann murmured happily, "That was so wonderful, Lonnie!"

"It sure was!" Lonnie agreed. He had to answer the call of nature, so he got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

He finished, returned to the bedroom and laid back down on the bed. Ann immediately pushed him onto his back. Once more, their hands began exploring and, although Lonnie was sure he had reached his limit for sex, he found himself growing hard yet again. "Get on your knees," he told Ann as lust rose to fever pitch between them once more.

Ann did as he asked her, presenting her lovely bottom to him. He got on his knees behind her and moved close, his cock slapping her ass cheeks. He guided the tip to the cleft between the finely-shaped globes of flesh and rubbed it through her swampy opening.

"Put it in me, Lonnie! I want it in me again!" Ann begged.

Grasping her hips, Lonnie drove into her, burying his cock deep in her superb body.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" Ann hissed. "It feels so good, so fantastic!"

Ann rocked back against him, and Lonnie's thighs smacked her lovely buttocks as he rammed into her. As they worked out their passion, he realized he could see their reflection in the mirror over the dresser. It was as if he were watching an adult movie he and Ann were participating in. Her breasts danced, her hair flew wildly and her body shook from the force of his thrusts.

"Oh, Jesus!" Ann exclaimed, "I'm going to come again!"

Lonnie leaned forward and caught her dangling breasts in his hands, feeling the rigid nipples press against his palms. He squeezed them and Ann's body began to jolt. Her moans turned into wails and once again she exploded violently into orgasm.

"Lonnie! Take me! Oh, God, Lonnie, take me! Yes! Now! Now!" she groaned, exploding once more.

The tension in Lonnie's middle uncoiled and, with an incredibly sweet rush, his fluids coursed into Ann's body. Her moans grew still louder.

"I...I think I'm...I'm we did it," Ann said languidly as they lay in each other's arms afterward. "I...I'm not dead, but I feel like I'm close."

"Me, too," Lonnie agreed, tightening his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"Do...do you...have to...to go home?" she asked.

Lonnie kissed her and nodded. "Afraid so," he said.

"When are we going to do this again?" she asked.

"Any time you want," Lonnie replied. "As often as you want."

Ann turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. He stroked her hair and smooth back.

"The past few days have been wonderful," she murmured.

"They sure have," the young man agreed. "They've been the best days I ever spent in my life. Ann, you're really special, I..."

Ann placed her finger on the young man's lips, silencing him before he could continue, before he said something she didn't want to hear him say. "Lonnie," she said, "Sometimes I...I worry about what we've been doing. I think, maybe we...we shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be wasting your time with an old woman like me."

Lonnie pulled her into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose. "You're not an old woman." He squeezed her bottom tenderly. "I know that for a fact."

She hugged him and kissed his chin. "You're so sweet! God! I wish I was your age, do I ever!" she said. "But that's not the way it is, is it, Lonnie?"

"I guess not," Lonnie said. "But I don't care. I'll be here for you as long as you need me."

Ann responded with a wan smile. "I know you will," she said. "Maybe that's not as good as it sounds."

"We'll see," Lonnie said. He looked at the clock. "I guess I better get going."

"All right," Ann said. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."

They got up and got dressed. Ann walked to the door with Lonnie, they kissed fondly, then he was out the door, headed down the sidewalk toward his truck.

Ann looked across at her neighbor's house. "I wonder what happened to Martin," she thought. "I haven't seen him in days. I hope he isn't sick or something." She closed the door, got herself a glass of water, and then went to bed. 



She Tries To Forget Ch. 13



The next day, after work, Lonnie again went to Ann's house. He walked in the back door crossed the kitchen to where she stood waiting, put his arms around her, and kissed her.

Even though Ann still had misgivings about what she was doing with the young man, she returned the kiss avidly. He was the first man she'd been with in ages who really seemed to care for her. The irony was that as much as she liked having sex with him, she wasn't really in love with him. Now she was the user, not him. "Oh, Lonnie, I'm so glad you could stop by again today," she murmured. She was already feeling the beginning of arousal.

Lonnie cupped Ann's delectably shaped bottom in his hands and pulled her against him.

Ann, loved the young man's attentiveness and ardor, and felt passion begin to rise in her the minute he touched her. Would she ever get enough of him? He was the best thing that had happened to her in a long, long time. She had come closer to allowing herself to care for him than she had anyone in a long, long time. But, as always, something seemed to be keeping her from making that real commitment, allowing herself total happiness.

Lonnie backed her to the kitchen table and lifted her onto it. "Lonnie! What on earth are you doing?" she exclaimed.

Lonnie's lips covered hers as he opened the buttons of her blouse.

"I can't believe it! He's going to make love to me here in the kitchen again!" she thought as thrills rushed through her, "It's a good thing Martin hasn't been home. If he was, sooner or later, he might come to the door and catch us." She wasn't sure why, but thinking about her neighbor caused her excitement to wane a bit.

The lull in Ann's growing arousal didn't last long. Growing delight, fueled by Lonnie's fervent caresses, continued to course through her. It grew more and more powerful the more he touched her. He got her bra open, pushed it up, then his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs tweaked her nipples to full, tingling rigidity.

Lonnie's erection strained in his jeans as he fondled Ann's breasts. He pulled up her skirt and moved between her bare legs. He already knew the table was exactly the right height for what he intended to do.

"Lonnie!" Ann protested as the young moved closer to her. She heard the zipper buzz on his jeans. "We shouldn't...not here...Oh! Lonnie!"

Warmth and wetness engulfed Lonnie's rigid prong as it slid into Ann's quivering body.

"Oh! Lonnie!" Ann groaned. Her body filled with heavenly feelings when his erection slid into her. "We...Oh, God! We shouldn't, ah, shouldn't...be...Ah!...doing this...Oh!...here!"

Lonnie clutched her bottom, holding her against him as he drove into her. The drapes were open and there was a big, uncovered window in the kitchen door. When he and Ann made love in the warehouse, he discovered that the prospect of discovery made sex that much more exciting. The incredible thrills he was feeling as he plunged his cock into Ann while she sat on her kitchen table, confirmed that. This was almost as exciting as when they'd made love in the warehouse.

The young man looked at Ann. Her eyes were gazed with lust, and her face had the slackness of passion he'd come to know so well. Her mouth hung partly open. Her lovely petite breasts, the nipples rigid, jiggled delightfully.

"Lonnie! Lonnie!" Ann wailed, clutching at the young man's arms, "I'm...I'm coming! Agghh! Ahhh! I'm coming! Yes! Oh, yes! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"

"Yeah! Oh, God! Yeah!" Lonnie cried. His fingers dug into her bottom as he rammed into her powerfully and his fluids gushed into her spasming, fluttering tunnel.

Afterward, they clung to each other until their bodies calmed. Lonnie's erection softened and slid from his lover's still-quivering opening.

"Oh, Lonnie!" Ann said, exulting in feelings of satisfaction she had once again experienced with him. "That was incredible!"

Lonnie smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "It was, wasn't it?" he said. "It's really a turn-on making it in places where you could get caught, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is," Ann agreed. She hugged him and gave him a kiss, then she slid off the table and felt the tickle of his juices as they trickled down her legs. She kissed him again softly. "I need a bath," she said. "You got me all sticky."

"Can I take a bath with you again?" Lonnie asked.

"What do you think?" Ann replied, grinning.

Arms around each other, they headed for the bathroom.

They undressed and got under the shower. In no time their hands were sliding over warm, soap-slick flesh.

Lonnie moved behind Ann, who suddenly felt something warm and hard press between her buttocks.

"Lonnie!" she exclaimed, as the young man pulled her against him. He squeezed her breasts and pushed his hard shaft between the cheeks of her ass. It felt incredibly good!

Lonnie's hands clasped Ann's breasts, the nipples jutting between his fingers. Her urgent murmurs and groans announced that passion was in total control.

Lonnie thrust forward, driving his cock into the cleft of her bottom, a movement facilitated by her body's soapy covering.

Ann pressed back against him. "Oh, Lonnie, you make me crazy!" she moaned. "God! You touch me and I have to have you!"

"I need you, Ann!" Lonnie whispered in her ear.

"Let's get dried off and go to bed," Ann said. The fleshy tube prodding her bottom insistently, teasing her anus, and tantalizing her vagina was turning her insides to gelatin. She wanted it in her!

"I don't want to wait. Let's do it in here again," Lonnie said.

Making love in the shower the day before had been wonderful, so Ann bent over. The minute she did, she felt the tip of the young man's cock slide between her puffy lips and touch her clit. He pulled back and Ann grabbed the faucets to steady herself when Lonnie shoved forward and his cock entered her.

Ann began trembling with delight when she felt the wedge-shaped, purple head of the young man's swollen organ begin to spread her open. Then his erection slowly began to enter her, filling her. She couldn't believe how many ways there were for him to delight her! "Oh, Lonnie! That's incredible!" she groaned.

Lonnie, holding on to Ann's hips, continued to force his shaft into her. The view he had was wonderful. Her gracefully curved back was lovely to look at and he enjoyed the sounds she was making as he slid into her. When he was all the way in, he began thrusting and the sound of her bottom slapping against his thighs was added to the list of delights he was experiencing.

Ann slid her hand down over her belly and began stroking her clit. As she did, she could feel Lonnie's shaft slithering in and out of her vagina. It was too much for her to take. "Lonnie!" she groaned, "I-I-I'm...Oh, God! I'm coming! Yes! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!"

"Me, too!" Lonnie moaned. His fingers dug into her hips as he hosed her insides with his scalding fluids. "Oh, God, Ann, me, too! Ahh! Ahhh!"

Eventually, sated, they slid to their knees in the tub and stayed there, arms around each other, while the hot spray continued to pelt down on them.

"Lonnie, you...you're incredible!" Ann told the young man, her chest heaving.

"You aren't so bad...yourself," Lonnie panted.

They finished their shower, got out of the tub, dried off, and retired to Ann's bedroom. She sat, nude, in front of her dressing table, blow-drying and combing out her hair, which had gotten soaked from their wild activities in the shower.

While Ann worked on her hair, Lonnie wandered around the bedroom. He paused in front of her open lingerie drawer. "Oh, wow! This stuff is neat!" he commented. He reached in and touched the dainty under things. "You got some really sexy stuff."

Ann felt herself blushing. "I...I bought those things years ago," she told the young man, "but I...I hardly ever wear most of it any more."

Lonnie held up a sheer, short, lacy teddy. "I love this," he said. "I bet it would look super on you!"

"Would you like me to wear it for you?" Ann asked.

Lonnie nodded. "Uh-huh," he said. "I'd really like that."

"Give it to me and I'll put it on for you," Ann told him.

Lonnie, blushing, handed her the teddy, then he looked down at the drawer again. There was something under the neatly folded items. He reached under the silky things. Whatever it was felt rubbery, almost fleshy. He grasped it and took out what looked like a fake rubber penis! He couldn't believe it! Ann had a dildo! He imagined what it would be like to use it on Ann and he felt his cock begin to stiffen. "Ann, do you ever use this?" he asked.

Ann looked over, saw what the young man held in his hand, and felt herself flushing. "It's...ah...I...um..." she stammered. She'd bought it a long time ago, to help ease her need after she was left alone, but she hadn't used it in years.

"Don't be embarrassed," Lonnie said. He started toward her, holding the fake cock in his hand.

"Um, Lonnie...I...um..." Ann stammered. She felt ashamed. She was positive he must think she was a really sick person.

Lonnie examined the device, found the switch, and turned it on. The dildo began to vibrate and get warm. "This is wild!" he said, gripping the penis replica. "What's it feel like?" He moved closer and placed the buzzing tip against Ann's breast, on the nipple.

Ann gasped. Excitement burst alive in her. She hadn't foreseen this development and found it delightful. A moan escaped from her lips and she leaned back against Lonnie's warm flesh. Lonnie moved the warm, whirring device from one breast to the other and she began to feel all mushy inside.

"Lonnie, let's...let's go over to...to the bed," Ann stammered. She was so aroused it was hard to talk. It was hard to walk, too, she discovered, but Lonnie helped her and soon she was lying on her bed and Lonnie was kneeling next to her.

He tormented her nipples with the device until she was breathless, then he moved the insistently whirring machine across her belly and into her pubic hair.

"Oh!" Ann groaned, parting her legs. This was so wonderful! She wasn't embarrassed about him finding the dildo any more, she was glad he had!

Ever so slowly, Lonnie dragged the tip of the dildo over Ann's vagina, parting the swollen lips slick with the juices of excitement, then he drew it up through the opening again, bringing cries of elation from her when the vibrating device hit her erect clit.

"Ahh!" Ann cried, "Oh, God, Lonnie, that feels so wonderful!"

Lonnie shifted the head of the ersatz penis to Ann's quivering opening, then he began to press it slowly into her. More thrills raced though her. The buzzing device was driving Ann wild and the fact Lonnie was wielding it made the experience that much more thrilling.

Lonnie was enjoying it, too. Ann's moans and excited writhing had given him a raging hard-on. He was tempted to toss the dildo aside and plunge his cock into her, but he didn't. He was having too much fun doing what he was doing. Slowly, he guided the sex toy in and out of her, watching with delight as her vagina swallowed it and her hips rose and fell. There was something tremendously stimulating about seeing the fake cock probing into her.

"Oh, Lonnie!" Ann moaned, arching off the bed. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Oh, God, Lonnie! I'm coming!"

Lonnie dropped across Ann's body and buried his head in her crotch. His tongue began lashing her clit.

"Oh! Ohh!" Ann screamed, "Too good! Oh, God, Lonnie, too good! Yes! Yes!"

When Ann finally began to quiet, Lonnie pulled the fake cock out of her and tossed it on the bed. He was powerfully aroused, so he positioned himself on top of her and plunged his painfully erect cock into her. He was so turned on that, after just a few strokes, he was groaning and pouring his hot juices into her.

Ann felt Lonnie's hot cream splattering her insides and shuddered as another orgasm exploded through her. "Lonnie! Lonnie! Oh, God! Oh, God! Lonnie!" she cried, clutching him.

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, allowing their bodies to calm. Lonnie said little, but he let his hand trail lightly over Ann's smooth warm skin as they cuddled. She murmured softly and snuggled closer against him.

After snuggling against her for a while, Lonnie kissed Ann's neck and shoulders and she felt tingles begin to spread through her once more. His hands began moving more boldly over her, sending rapture rippling through her. He sucked her nipples until they stood up, stiff and straining; then his hands trailed fire down over her belly and through the forest of her pubic hair, onto the excitement-slick lips of her vagina.

"Ah!" Ann cried, her back arching, her hips rising off the bed.

Lonnie kissed her, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. He, too, was alive with need. He rolled on top of her and his cock slid between her legs and into her warm cavern. He lay still, savoring the warmth encircling his cock. Ann's rigid nipples pressed into his chest. He covered her lips with his and felt her tongue probe into his mouth.

"Make me come again, Lonnie!" Ann urged the young man. "Take me, Lonnie, I need you!" Her hips began moving.

Their bodies strained, flesh rubbing flesh, giving and taking, seeking the ultimate in pleasure. Each of them felt now-familiar sensations building and growing as they neared their bursting point.

"Oh, God, Ann, I'm gonna come!" Lonnie groaned, feeling the spasms begin deep in his body, knowing he was about to unleash his seed. "I-I can't wait, I-I'm gonna come!"

"Yes!" Ann groaned in reply. "Don't wait! Please don't wait! Take me!" Her peak, too, was near. She pulled Lonnie's head down and covered his mouth with hers when his hot cream began spurting into her. She experienced an explosion of unbearable joy as orgasm shook her. She couldn't believe anything could feel as good as this did, and knew she never wanted it to stop.

Afterward, they again cuddled in each other's arms, recouping their strength. After resting a while, they rolled into each other's arms and kissed deeply. When the kiss ended, Ann began running her hands over Lonnie. She couldn't get over warm and smooth how his skin was.

Lonnie tried to pushed himself up on his elbow, but Ann put her hand on his chest and pushed him back. "Lie still for a while," she said, "I want to make love to you this time."

The young man lay back and luxuriated in the erotic sensations that swept over him while Ann's soft, warm hands explored his body. It felt as if she was kissing and touching him everywhere and he trembled when her soft hair tickled him. Before long, he was moaning and gasping.

Ann's actions had produced exactly the effect she desired. She watched, fascinated, while the young man's penis rose slowly to attention. In her opinion, it really was a magnificent sight. Blue veins circled the sides of the swollen organ. The top flared into an arrow-shaped purple head, with shiny droplets of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

Ann touched the turgid organ. It was so hot! She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it gently, noting with delectation that her actions brought a groan of pleasure from Lonnie. She kissed it.

Lonnie went wild when Ann began kissing and licking his cock. His hips strained off the bed as his muscles clenched with delight. Ferocious sensations jangled every nerve ending in his body.

Ann found the effect she was having on Lonnie intoxicating. It was as thrilling giving him pleasure as it was receiving it from him! Kissing and licking the shaft she held in her hand wasn't enough for the exhilarated woman. She wanted more! She locked her lips around the flared tip of the young man's hot, slick baton, then she slowly lowered her head and felt the young man's big organ began to fill her oral cavity. She could feel it palpitating against her lips.

Lonnie thought he was going to explode. He loved the way it felt to have Ann suck his cock! It was so incredible and felt so good it almost hurt!

Up and down Ann's mouth moved on the boy's delectable pole. She let her lips drag slowly along the veined sides of the fleshy intruder and lashed it with her tongue, savoring the sensations and taste. She loved this! Her body began to shudder with delight and she exulted in the pleasure she was giving the young man. She gently grasped and fondled Lonnie's balls.

"Ann!" Lonnie groaned. "That...that feels too good...I'm...I'm gonna come!"

Lonnie's words were meant as an alert for Ann, but it was an alert she chose to ignore. She began to move her head more rapidly and increased the suction she was applying. Her hand squeezed and rolled his balls. She felt the pulsations of the young man's mighty organ grow stronger, then his hot cream was splashing against the back of her throat and filling her mouth. The volume was considerable and she swallowed as much of it as she could. The overflow dribbled down her chin.

Lonnie thrashed on the bed, yelling in pleasure. Ann loved it. As had happened once before when she did this, an orgasm tore through her when her young lover came.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhhh!" Lonnie cried. He felt as if his body was exploding into a million pieces.

Ann nursed the young man's penis until it began to soften. Then, finally, she let it slide from her mouth. She slid up next to him, laid her head on his chest, and felt his fingers combing through her hair.

"Did you like that, Lonnie?" she asked softly.

"You know I did! It...it was fantastic!" he replied. He pulled her to him and kissed her. "Now it's my turn. I-I want to do you," he said.

"What did you say?" Ann asked coyly. "What is it you want to do?"

"I want to eat you," Lonnie told her.

Ann, thrilled, responded, "Yes! Oh, darling, yes!"

Lonnie moved between Ann's legs, examined her pink, puffy, labia for a second, then he dragged his stiffened tongue up between them and used it to lash her clit.

The wonderful feelings resulting from the young man's action caused Ann's back to arch. She moaned with delight. "Yes!" she cried, while erotic fireworks exploded behind her closed eyes. "Oh, God, Lonnie, yes!"

Lonnie licked vagina with determination. Ann's legs clamped around his head and her hips went wild.

"Eeeaahh!" she moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her hands clutching her breasts. "Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! That feels so good! Lonnie! Oh! Ohh! Lonnie! I'm going to come! I'm...I'm coming!"

His head was trapped in the velvet vise formed by Ann's thighs, so Lonnie could barely hear her screams of pleasure, but the frantic movements of her body told him she was coming. He grabbed hold of her ass and hung on as she writhed and bucked in ecstasy. Then, suddenly, her legs fell away from his head and she lay, unmoving, on the bed. Lonnie raised himself up on his arms and looked at her. Her chest was rising and falling evenly, her eyes were closed, and a smile curved her lips.

Smiling, Lonnie snuggled against Ann, then he, too, fell asleep.

They slept only a little while, and once they awakened, they immediately began making love again. Lonnie's hard cock lunged into Ann who lay slightly bent forward, with her back to him. Their bodies slapped together and she moaned as the young man plumbed her depths, driving her wild.

"Lonnie! Oh, Lonnie! Yes! Yes!" she cried, "God! Oh, God! Aagghh! Aagghh! I'm...Oh, God!...I'm coming! I'm coming! Eeaahh!"

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Lonnie cried as powerful convulsions inside him sent his seed squirting into his partner.

Once he was finished, Lonnie kept himself pressed tightly against Ann and put his arms around her. His softening cock remained trapped between her buttocks. He nuzzled through her hair and kissed her neck, then he cupped one of her breasts. She wriggled against him, and put her hand over his.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry," Ann murmured, "All this fantastic sex is wonderful, but it's a lot of exercise, too. I think it's stimulated my appetite." She got up, slipped on her robe, and headed for the bathroom. "Would you like something to eat, Lonnie?" she asked over her shoulder.




She Tries To Forget Ch. 13



"I could stand a little more of what I just had," Lonnie replied, grinning.

"Later," Ann said.

Lonnie sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "You know, the more we make love, the better it gets," he said.

Ann smiled back at him. "It does, doesn't it?" she agreed.

Lonnie slipped his pants on and, when Ann returned from the bathroom, they went out to the kitchen, made sandwiches, and ate them.

"Lonnie, I...I sometimes think what I'm doing with you is wrong," Ann said as they ate. "But, God forgive me, then I get near you and I can't help myself."

"I don't think what we're doing is wrong at all," Lonnie said. He didn't understand why the subject of their relationship kept coming up. "But I know what you mean. I can't help myself when I'm around you. I can't keep my hands off you." As if to demonstrate what he was saying, he cupped one of her breasts through her robe.

Ann shuddered as thrills rushed through her. "Oh, yes, Lonnie!" she murmured and leaned forward, pressing her firm breast against his hand. "An...Ah! I-I think we should make the most of the opportunity we have right now, don't you?" She dropped her hand to his crotch and found, much to her delight, that he was hard!

Impulsively, she unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Then she slid off her chair onto her knees and dropped her mouth onto the swollen organ.

"Gahh! Oh, God, Ann! Jezus!" Lonnie groaned. Wild, wonderful sensations rocketed through him as her lips, tongue, and warm hand worked on rapidly stiffening cock. Her soft hair tumbled over his middle, tickling him, adding to the wild sensations he was experiencing. His hips squirmed on the chair and jerked as explosions of delight continued to thunder him.

Ann loved this! Lonnie's cock was as big as any she'd ever had, and the way he reacted to her sucking it was so exciting! She continued sucking him avidly.

Lonnie didn't want to come in Ann's mouth again. He put his hands under her arms.

"Please, Ann!" he murmured. What she was doing to him felt so good! "Not...not that way again," he gasped. "I-I want to...to be in you!"

Ann took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him, her face slick, wet and shiny. "What did you say?" she asked.

"Get up on the table," Lonnie said.

Ann did. Lonnie pushed her robe open, baring her middle, and plunged his face between her legs.

"Wahh!" Ann cried. Her hips began sliding around on the slick table-top as his tongue sluiced into her and his lips caressed her clit. "Lonnie! Oh, God, Lonnie! Eat me! Eat me!" She leaned back on outstretched arms while, once again, her young lover lashed her pussy with his tongue, sending thrill after thrill upon thrill into her.

"Oh, Lonnie, I'm so close!" Ann wailed. Lonnie's tongue felt as if it was everywhere on her pussy! First he was licking her clit, then thrusting it into her, then it was lashing up and down, touching and teasing her! Her body shook and strained and she felt an orgasm approaching. Every time they made love it got better!

Lonnie stood up suddenly and moved between Ann's legs. Gripping his rigid pole in his hand, he centered the dripping purple head on her pulsing opening, then, with a powerful motion of his hips, he rammed into her.

"Gah! Yes! Yes!" Ann cried. She felt Lonnie's hands grip her hips, pulling her against him, and their pubic bones ground together. His forceful invasion made her bottom slide back and forth on the smooth tabletop. She desperately needed to come, and the way Lonnie was lunging into her, that wouldn't take...

"Coming! Lonnie! " she cried, her body going into spasms of joy. "Ayee! Lonnie! Lonnie! I'm coming! Gahh! Gahh! Oh, God, yes! Take me! Please, Lonnie! Please! Annhh!"

The wild spasms shaking his lover's body did it. Lonnie's seed boiled up, then spewed out of him. "Ann! Oh, God! Ann! Yeah!" he cried, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom, his body straining against hers.

When they finished, Ann was so spent she couldn't move. Lonnie, not much better off, sank into his chair and sat there, staring at his lover's dripping vagina.

After he'd settled down a little, Lonnie reached up and stroked one of Ann's breasts gently.

Ann closed her eyes and shuddered. "God! Don't you ever stop?" she murmured.

"I didn't think you wanted me to," Lonnie replied. Both of his hands were fondling her breasts now. Her chest was heaving and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. He concentrated his efforts on her rigid nipples.

Ann had a hard time focusing her thoughts. "Ah...No! God, no!" she murmured. "Please!" She put her hands over his, pressing them against her. She moved off the table, onto his lap, slid her arms around him and their lips met.

Tidal waves of passion broke over Lonnie as Ann's body pressed against him and her lips caressed his. His cock, half-hard, rose to full, throbbing life. Her hips continued to move insistently against his middle.

Lonnie wasn't sure he wanted to take the time to go back to Ann's bedroom, but he didn't want to make it on the table again, either. Taking her hand, he led her into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and pulled her back down onto his lap. He opened her robe and began kissing and licking her tumescent nipples. Ann gripped his head and moaned loudly.

Lonnie's lips and tongue sent thrills into his lover for a while. Then he stood up, pulled her to her feet, and stripped her robe off. Once she was nude, he pulled her back down on the sofa and resumed caressing and kissing her bare, warm flesh. He could see Ann trembling and that trembling grew more and more pronounced and the volume of her moans increased the longer he fondled her.

He slid off the sofa, knelt next to it and continued making love to her with his mouth and hands. His lips roamed over her lush form, arrived at her middle, and moved into the delightful, delicious cleft there, licking the soft flesh, teasing her.

Ann, glutted with passion, squirmed and arched her back. "Oh! Yes, Lonnie! Yes!" she cried, her back arching, lifting her hips off the cushions of the sofa. "Please, darling! Oh, please!"

Lonnie let his tongue flutter over her puffy labia, touching the swollen bud of her clit ever-so-lightly. He slipped two fingers into her already-wet opening. She was squirming furiously now, her moans were constant.

"Uh! Uhh! Uhhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Ann groaned, counting a passionate cadence for his thrusting fingers. Her legs stiffened and relaxed as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Then, suddenly, she shuddered.

"Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she groaned. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!" Her hands pushed his head tighter against her pulsing muff. "Now! Oh! Oh! Now! Now!"

Ann wasn't finished, not by a long shot! As soon as her orgasm abated, she was pulling at Lonnie's jeans. "Take them off!" she moaned, fumbling with the button at the waist.

When Lonnie was as naked as she was, Ann, frantic, pushed him onto his back on the floor and rolled off the sofa onto him, kissing him passionately, her warm body writhing atop his.

Lonnie moaned and squirmed as Ann's lips and hands moved ardently over his body and her warm mouth engulfed his cock. "Gahh!" he cried when his swollen cudgel disappeared into her oral cavity while her hands massaged his balls. It was fantastic!

Ann suckled him for an exquisite eternity, bringing him to the brink of explosion, backing off, then taking him back to the verge of explosion once again. Lonnie wasn't sure how much more he could take!

Finally, Ann let the young man's cock slide out of her mouth and moved atop him. "Got...to...have you in me!" she murmured. She gripped his cock, centered it on her opening, then she sank onto him with a loud sigh. "Oh, God! I need that so much!"

Once Lonnie was in her, she began moving with a wantonness the young man had never seen before. Her hips gyrated, making his cock lash inside her body, driving both of them wild. Her petite breasts bobbed and shook. The young man gripped the firm globes of flesh in his hands and began rubbing his thumbs over her distended nipples as she rode him.

Ann's head bobbed on her shoulders if there were no bones in her neck and she grunted with delight. "So...Good! So...good! So...good!" she moaned. "Uhh! Uhhhh! Feels so good! Take me! Please, Lonnie! Now, Lonnie! Take me! Now! Now!" Her legs tightened around him and her back arched even more.

Lonnie felt her vagina rippling, milking his explosion from him. "Take....it, Ann! Now!" he cried, his hips rising while he erupting powerful jets of hot cream into her.

"Yes! Yes! Now! Now! Now! Uhhh! Uhhhh!" Ann cried. Her fingers dug into his arms and her body quivered wildly. Spent at last, she fell atop him, her nipples boring into his chest. Lonnie put his arms around her and held her as their bodies quieted. His cock softened and slid from her.

After a few minutes, Ann stirred, pushed herself up, and looked down at him. "I...I have to get cleaned up," she murmured. She slid off him and padded out of the room.

Lonnie, exhausted, watched her go. Finally, he sat up on the sofa.

When Ann returned she sat down and folded her legs under her. "Being with you is scary," she said softly. "When you touch me, I-I can't help myself..."

"Is that so bad?" Lonnie asked. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He'd never in his wildest dreams expected to have a chance to make love with a woman as gorgeous as Ann was. On top of that, he had no idea he'd be able to make love as much as he and Ann seemed to be able to.

"I-I don't know," Ann said. "I-I guess I'm just not used to feeling that out of control."

"Ann, I really care about you," Lonnie said, "I think I..."

Ann knew Lonnie was about to say something she didn't want him to say, so she leaned forward and their lips met. Excitement began to blossom anew in both of them. When the kiss ended, she pulled out of his embrace, got off the sofa, and walked across the room and stood there with her back to him. She feared having him tell her how much he cared for her, mainly because she knew she didn't feel the same way about him, and most likely never would.

Lonnie wasn't sure why Ann had gotten up, so he stood up and went to her, his half-hard cock bouncing. He came up behind her and put his arms around her.

With a sigh, Ann leaned against him. His cock slid into the cleft between her buttocks and continued to stiffen. Her body shook as he held her against him. Her hand closed on his rigid cock. "One more time!" she murmured. Her hand stroked his swollen rod. "Please, Lonnie! Once more!"

They were standing next to a big over-stuffed chair. "What the hell we've done it just about everywhere else?" Lonnie thought. "Bend over the chair," he said, unable to keep urgency out of his voice.

Ann did as her young lover suggested, trembling with excitement. He came up with such creative ways to make love.

Lonnie moved behind her and slid his already-erect cock into her. He began thrusting in and out slowly, caressing her back while his engorged wand rode easily in her snug, well-lubricated opening. Once more, he could feel pleasure rising in his loins.

"Oh, Lonnie, this is so wild!" Ann purred. Her body trembled as the young man's erection slid in and out of it. Their thighs kissed as he drove his cock home, then pulled back, repeating the delightful motion again and again.

Urgency began growing in both of them once again. Lonnie leaned forward, cupped Ann's breasts gently in his hands, and let the nipples ride softly against his palms. She shuddered and gripped the chair harder.

"Yes, Lonnie! Oh, yes!" she purred. "Don't stop! God! I don't ever want you to stop!"

Lonnie wasn't sure he could go on like this forever, although the concept sounded delightful. From the things happening inside him knew he would come sooner or later. Even though he was taking it easy, the warm clasp of Ann's pussy around his cock as it slid in and out of her was thrilling and, eventually, things would get out of control for both of them.

Lonnie decided he didn't want it to end like this. He stopped, straightened up, and pulled out of her.

"What are you doing?" Ann asked, looking over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Come on..." Lonnie said. He took her arm. "Let's go back to the sofa."

They moved across the room. Ann laid down and Lonnie laid atop her. When he did, he felt her hand grip his cock and guided it into her.

"Yes! Oh, Lonnie, yes!" Ann purred as the young man's cock sank into her once more. "That's wonderful! So wonderful!" Her legs rose, her heels locked behind his hips, and her pelvis ground against him.

Lonnie bent and kissed Ann, then he began lunging into her in earnest. The sofa creaked from the force of their coupling.

"Yes! Yes!" Ann cried, her clawed hands raking his back. "Better! Oh, God! This is even better! Please, Lonnie! Please! Oh, God! I can't wait! Oh, God! I can't wait!" Her hips moved more and more urgently and her grip on Lonnie tightened.

Lonnie felt a rippling sensation on his cock as her pussy began to spasm around his embedded organ.

"Now! Take me now!" Ann cried. "Please, Lonnie! Take me now! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!"

"Here it comes! Take it! Take it!" Lonnie groaned and spewed more of his torrid cream into Ann.

Afterward, they held each other for a while, then they got up, got cleaned up, and put their clothes back on. Ann walked Lonnie to the door where they shared a parting kiss before the young man headed home.

Neither Ann nor Lonnie noticed the car parked down the block. The car held a livid Mark Lewis. He found himself unable to stop thinking about Ann the whole time he was at the management retreat. He told his boss he wasn't feeling good and left early. Then, when he got home he made excuses to his wife and headed for Ann's house. He expected her to be waiting for him and, when he realized Lonnie was there, he became furious. He sat in his car outside the house, imagining what was happening inside, growing more and more angry and irrational. Finally, the outside light came on and the door opened.

"That rotten two-timing cunt!" he fumed as he sat in his car, watching Lonnie and Ann share a kiss at the door. "That no-good rotten bitch! She and that little puke are going to pay big time for doing this to me! How dare she screw him when my back is turned?"

For a moment, he considered going to Ann's house, confronting her about what he'd seen, and exacting his vengeance from her. She needed to know he wasn't going to tolerate her screwing around on him. Then he changed his mind. A cold, almost evil, smile formed on his face. "No, I won't do that," he thought, "there are better ways to make both of them pay. Ways that will make both of them sorry they were ever born." 



She Tries To Forget Ch. 14



Passion in James County XVI

Ann was scheduled to go in to work from ten in the morning until six in the evening the next day. When she arrived at the store, she found her co-workers buzzing with excitement. Toni Wicks was working at the service desk. When Ann finished punching in, Toni waved her over.

"Did you hear about all the excitement this morning?" Ann's colleague whispered, she was bubbling with excitement and it was clear she was dying to tell Ann the exciting news.

"Hear what?" Ann asked. "What happened, anyhow?"

"Lonnie Ames got arrested first thing this morning!" Toni gushed.

"Arrested?" Ann stammered. "For...for what?"

"For stealing from the store," her friend replied.

"What?" Ann said. She felt as if an iron band had been wrapped around her heart and lungs. "Are...are you...sure?"

Her colleague nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure," Toni said, "I was standing right here when the cops took him out in handcuffs."

"What...what do they...say...he stole?" Ann stammered. She was fighting hard to hold back the tears which threatened to well up in her eyes.

"He stole some stuff from jewelry and a bunch of things from electronics," Toni said. "The cops found the stuff in his truck out in the parking lot. It's a damn shame, isn't it? Lonnie always seemed like such a good kid. Hard to believe he's a thief, isn't it? I guess you never know about people, do you?"

"How...how did...did they find out?" Ann asked. She wanted to run into the lady's room so she could cry, but she had to know more about this.

"Mr. Lewis saw the stuff in Lonnie's truck out in the parking lot," Toni said. She shook her head. "I never thought Lonnie was a thief, and especially not a stupid one. You'd think if he was gonna steal something, he'd at least hide it, wouldn't you?"

"Ah...yeah," Ann said. "Mr. Lewis found the stolen things?"

Toni nodded. "Yeah, I guess he noticed them when he was coming in this morning or something," she said.

"Lonnie didn't steal a thing," Ann thought. Anger began replacing fear in her mind. "Somehow, Mr. Lewis must have found out about Lonnie and me, and..." Anger changed to guilt. "If...if I hadn't...seduced Lonnie, none of this would have happened. It's...it's all my fault."

"Ann, are you OK?" Toni asked. "You look kinda pale."

"I-I'm fine," Ann said, "I...its just such a shock to hear that about Lonnie."

"Yeah, I guess!" Toni said. "He's the last person I woulda expected to steal stuff."

"Is...is Mr. Lewis in?" Ann asked.

Toni shook her head. "He hadda go down to the police station to file a report or something," she said. "I don't know when he'll be back. He didn't say."

"Could you let me know when he does get back?" Ann asked. "I really need to talk with him."

"Yeah, sure, Ann, no problem," Toni said.

"I should never have let anything happen with Lonnie," Ann thought as she walked toward the electronics department, where she was assigned to work that day. "If I'd stayed away from him, he wouldn't be in jail now. Why is it that everything I touch turns to crap? Why am I a jinx to anyone who even tries to be nice to me?"

Mark Lewis never did return to the store. When Ann got off work that evening and started driving home, she couldn't get the picture of Lonnie in handcuffs, sitting in jail, out of her mind. She didn't know much about the criminal justice system and wondered if he could get bailed out or something. When she pulled into her driveway, she saw Martin Flannigan's car parked next to his house and her spirits lifted a little.

"Maybe Martin can help me find out what happened to Lonnie," she thought. She parked her car in front of the garage, walked over to Martin's house, and knocked on the door.

Martin heard the knock on his back door, answered it, and was delighted to see his pretty neighbor standing there, although he was concerned by the upset look on her face. "Ann," he said, "it's nice of you to welcome me home." He held the door open. "Come in, can I get you some coffee or something?"

"Ah...I-I noticed you were away," Ann said. She walked by him, into his house. "Martin, something...something's come up and...and I-I think I need your help."

Martin pulled a chair away from the kitchen table. "Have a seat," he said. "You want some coffee? I'll get it while you tell me what's wrong."

"I take my coffee with cream and no sugar," Ann said, sitting down. "Ah...a friend of mine, he...he got arrested this morning."

"What's he being charged with?" Martin asked. He got two mugs out of his cupboard and poured coffee into them. He always had coffee on when he was home.

"I-I don't know exactly," Ann said, "they claim he stole some jewelry and electronic stuff from the store."

Martin carried the mugs to the table and set them down. Then he pulled out a chair next to the one Ann was sitting in and sat down. "Depending on what he took, it could be a felony charge," he said.

Ann shook her head. "That's just it," she said. "He...he didn't take anything. I-I know he didn't."

"How do you know that, Ann?" Martin asked. He didn't find it at all unusual that she didn't believe the guy was guilty. Friends are often like that. They don't want to believe bad of people they know.

"I-I just know Lonnie didn't do it," she replied. "He...he wouldn't do something like that."

"Sounds like this guy means something to you," Martin observed.

Ann wasn't sure how to respond to Martin's comment. "He...he's a really good friend," Ann replied. "He...he's been...he's been really nice to me this week and...and..." Finally, the impact of what happened that day hit her and she began to sob.

Martin had never been good at dealing with crying women and wasn't sure exactly what to do, so he just sat there, sipping his coffee, while Ann sobbed.

Ann finally got herself under control. She took a deep breath, looked at Martin, and said, "I think Lonnie...he's my friend, the one who was arrested...I'm sure he...he was set up."

"What makes you think that, Ann?" Martin asked. It wasn't the first time he'd heard something like this and probably wouldn't be the last. He knew his neighbor meant well, but if the guy had the stolen goods in his possession, it wasn't very likely he'd been set up. The Jamestown cops were good, and would know a setup if they saw it.

"I-I just do," Ann replied. "Lonnie, he...he wouldn't steal from the store."

Martin put down his coffee mug and laid his hand on top of Ann's which were folded in her lap. "Ann, you can't imagine how many people who are arrested claim they've been set up," he said.

Ann looked at him plaintively. "But...but Lonnie was set up!" she exclaimed. "I-I know he was, and...and I-I know who did it."

"Who do you think did it?" Martin asked.

"Mark...Mark Lewis," Ann said, "He...he's the store manager."

Martin felt his eyebrows raising. "Ann, you don't really expect me to believe the store manager set up one of his employees, do you?" he said. "Think about it, do you have any idea how crazy that sounds?"

Ann shook her head and looked at Martin. Why wouldn't he believe her? "I don't care if...if it sounds crazy. He...he did, I know he did!" she replied. "You...you have to believe me!"

"I'd like to believe you, Ann," Martin said gently, "but what you're telling me sounds pretty incredible. Why would the store manager want to set this guy up?"

"Because..." Ann began, then she stopped. How could she tell Martin the real reason why she believed Mark Lewis had set Lonnie up? What would her neighbor think of her if he found out about the things that she and Lonnie had been doing, and...and what Mark was forcing her to do, too. He certainly didn't seem to believe what she'd said about Lonnie being innocent.

Martin, watching his neighbor, could see the terrible inner turmoil reflected on her face as she struggled with his question. "Ann, why do you think this Lewis guy set your friend up?" he asked again.

"Because...because he...because he...Mr. Lewis....he's jealous..." she stammered. Once more, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. "He...he's using Lonnie to...to get back at...at me."

Martin was surprised by her admission, but didn't let his face show it. "Ann, you have to tell me more than that," he said. "I know this is painful, and I hate asking you to tell me things that are personal, but if you want me to help, you have to tell me the whole story. Why do you think your boss is jealous of you and this Lonnie?"

"Can I tell him?" Ann thought, "What will he think of me when he finds out? But...but if I don't tell him...what will happen to Lonnie?" She looked at Martin. "The-the other day, I didn't have my car at...at work and Lonnie...he-he gave me a ride home," she said. "Lonnie's one of the stock clerks at the store. He's really nice and..." She stopped and took a deep breath, then she fished a tissue out of her purse and blew her nose.

Martin didn't want to make this any harder on her than he had to. He got the picture. Ann and this Lonnie were apparently lovers. "Why does thinking that bug me?" he wondered, recognizing that it was feelings of jealousy forming in his mind. "I understand," he said. "But that doesn't explain why your boss would have done what you claim he's done."

Ann took another deep breath to steel herself, then she said, "Last week, Mark...Mr. Lewis, called me into his office. He...he said he wanted to talk to me about a promotion I'm up for."

"And..." Martin said softly.

"He...he told me that if...if I...if I...if I didn't do what he...he wanted me...me to do...he..." Ann stammered. She paused and blew her nose again.

"I think I understand now," Martin said. He felt a knot of anger forming inside him. "Are you telling me your boss used the treat of not getting the promotion to force you to have sex with him?"

Ann nodded. "That...that's not...it's not all..." she stammered. "He came to my house a few days later and...and forced me to...to have sex with him again. And...I...he...I think he's...he's been, you know, stalking me, too."

"What makes you think he's stalking you?" Martin asked. This story of hers was pretty wild, but he'd heard wilder ones that proved to be true.

"Mr. Lewis...Mark he...he knows about what I do," Ann replied. "He...he knows where I go, and who I go with, and all. He knew you were over at my house that day when...when you made that man go away. He wouldn't know things like that unless he was watching me, would he?"

"No, I guess he wouldn't," Martin said. He decided he didn't like this Mark Lewis, not at all. And, if he could, he was going to do what he could to get Ann free of him. "Do you have any proof of what your boss is doing?" he asked.

Ann shook her head. "How...how could I?" she asked. "He...he and I were alone in his office, and...and when he was at my house." She thought about something. "He...he's married, maybe his wife knows something."

Martin shrugged. "His wife may know something," he agreed, "but I doubt she knows exactly what he's doing. The thing is, if she does know, and isn't doing anything about it, chances of getting her to help us are slim and none. And even if she suspects something, she probably thinks he's having an affair and doesn't know any of the particulars, which doesn't help us, either."

"So...so you're saying there's nothing you can do?" Ann said. She felt sick. She thought Martin might be able to help her, but it didn't sound that way.

Martin shook his head. "Oh, no," he said, "I think there are things we can do. You could file a sexual harassment complaint against him, for example."

"But what good would that do?" Ann said. "He'll deny it, and..." She realized that if she filed a complaint, Mr. Lewis would probably use things he knew about her picking up men in bars against her. If he did that, she was sure she'd lose.

Martin was thinking hard. He hadn't worked cases like this in over ten years. A sexual harassment complaint might make the man let Ann alone, but if she was right about the guy stalking her, the guy might be some kind of wacko and would keep after her. In fact, if his job was in jeopardy, he might just try to shut her up, which would mean she'd be in even more danger. After all, if he really had set this Lonnie person up because of his relationship with Ann, it probably meant he was capable of doing just about anything.

Ann mistook the reason for Martin's silence and started to stand up. "I-I'm sorry I-I bothered you," she said. "I-I guess I better go home. I-I guess I'll have to figure out how to deal with this...myself."

Martin had an idea. Maybe a sting would work. If Ann was willing to cooperate, and the Jamestown P.D. was willing to try it. "Ann, I'm sorry," he said, "I do believe you. I was thinking. I may have a way to help you, but it might involve some risk on your part."

"Will...will it help Lonnie, too?" Ann asked.

"Lonnie, again," Martin thought. He nodded. "Yes," he said, "it will probably help him, too."

Ann sat back down. "Then I'll do it," she said. "What do I have to do?"

"I need to check with Jamestown P.D. first," Martin said. "This is in their jurisdiction. And I have a feeling the prosecuting attorney's going to want to be involved, too."

"But Lonnie's in jail!" Ann protested.

Martin shook his head. "I doubt that," he said. "He doesn't have a criminal record, does he?"

"I-I don't think so," Ann said. "I-I don't really know."

"I'll check," Martin said, "but my guess is that he's been released. In this state, you pretty near have to commit a double-murder before they hold you without bail. I'd bet Jamestown processed your friend, arraigned him, and the magistrate released him on PR."

"PR?" Ann said, puzzled.

"Personal recognizance," Martin explained, "it means he promises to come back to court when he's supposed to."

"Oh," Ann said. She felt relieved. "Are...are you sure?"

"I'll call the PD and check," Martin said. Then a thought occurred to him. "This Lewis guy sounds like he's getting out of control," he told Ann. "What do you think he's going to do next?"

Ann shrugged. "I-I don't know," she said. She realized what Martin was getting at. "Do...do you think he...he might try to...to hurt me?" she stammered.

"I don't know," Martin replied. "But I'm not sure I'd take a chance if I were you? Is there any place you can stay where you'd be safe and this Lewis guy can't get to you?"

Ann shook her head. "I-I don't have any family...not...not any...more," she replied softly.

"How about friends?" Martin asked.

"The...the only friends I have are women I work with," Ann said. "And...and Mr. Lewis knows all of them."

"She could stay here. You can keep her safe," Martin found himself thinking. But he ignored the thought when another idea came to him. "Here's what we'll do," he said. "I want you to call the store and tell them you have to take some time off to go visit a sick relative."

"But I already told you, I don't have any relatives," Ann protested.

"I know that, but do they know it at the store?" he asked.

Ann shrugged. "I-I don't think so," she said, "I-I never talk much about my personal life at the store. Even to the other girls."

"Good," Martin said. "You can call the store from here. Then I want you to go over to your place and pack enough clothes to hold you for a couple of days."

"But I told you, I don't have any place to go," Ann said.

"You will have by the time you get back," Martin told her. "I'm going to make arrangements for that right now."

"Where am I going?" Ann asked.

"My daughter has a spare bedroom in her apartment," he said, "I'm sure she won't mind having you there for a couple of days. That's all it should take."

"I-I can't do that," Ann said. "If...if I'm in danger, then she'll be in danger, too. I couldn't do that."

"Melissa's a detective with the Lincoln County Sheriff's department," Martin said. "And her fiancée is a sergeant with the State Patrol. Believe me, you'll be safe there."

"Oh," Ann said.

"The phone's through that doorway over there," Martin said. "Call work, then go get packed."

"All right," Ann said. She stood up and walked in the direction Martin indicated.







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She Tries To Forget Ch. 15



Passion in James County XVI

After Ann called the store, she walked across the lawn between Martin's house and hers, went inside, and began packing. She had a hard time believing all of the things that had happened that day, and were still happening. Martin had found out that Lonnie wasn't in jail, which made her feel a little better. And the fact that her neighbor believed her, and was helping her, also made her feel good.

"Maybe," she thought as she got clothes out of her dresser and put them into her suitcase, "maybe things are finally starting to change in my life. It would be nice to think I might have a chance at a normal life." Then memories, temporarily buried by her recent troubles, flashed into her mind and her mood fell. "Who am I kidding?" she told herself glumly. "I'll never have a normal life again. Not after what I did all those years ago. Someone like me doesn't deserve to be happy."

Martin got hold of Lieutenant Sonny Dawson, head of the Jamestown Police Department's detective division. Sonny was only slightly miffed that Martin had called him at home fairly late in the evening.

"You calling because you got an arson case you can't figure out, or are you just lonely?" Sonny asked.

"I'm not lonely, and I've got a real case for you," Martin told his friend. "You guys busted a kid for stealing jewelry and electronic stuff from the department store out at the mall today, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Sonny said, "I was just reading the report the uniforms turned in on that. Kid sounds like a real dope. Had the shit sitting on the front seat of his truck, right outside the damn store in the friggin' parking lot. What's that got to do with the Arson Task Force?"

"Nothing," Martin said, "but it might have something to do with blackmail, extortion, filing a false police report, theft, and maybe even stalking and rape."

"Jesus, Martin, you saying this kid did all that shit?" Sonny asked. "I told you, he don't sound like the brightest light bulb in the string. I mean, I figure he just got carried away, you know, his folks are nice people, and he don't have a prior record, not even motor vehicle stuff. You expect me to believe he's some kinda one-man crime wave?"

"Not him," Martin said, "he's one of the victims. The criminal's name is Mark Lewis."

"You been drinkin', Marty? Is that it?" Sonny said. "Lewis is the manager of the damn store. He's the one caught the kid stealing."

"Maybe he's the one set the kid up to get caught," Martin suggested.

"Yeah, right," Sonny snorted, "the goddamn store manager plants a bunch of shit on one of his stock boys. Why, just because the kid's got pimples or something? Jesus, Martin, I think you're losing it. What the hell are you getting at, anyhow?"

"Well..." Martin said, "it goes like this..." He told his friend everything Ann had told him, without mentioning her name.

"Man, that's wild, if it's true," Sonny said. "Who gave you all this information, anyhow?"

"My neighbor," Martin said. "She works at the store. She's the woman Lewis has been stalking and extorting sex from."

"You believe her?" Sonny asked.

"I see no reason not to," Martin said. "Her story sounds legit to me. And some of it sounded too real to be made up. Once you get a chance to talk with her, I think you'll see what I mean."

"OK," Sonny said, "you been at this even longer than I have. If you think she's reliable, I'll take your word for it. How do you figure to handle this? I mean, if this Lewis guy is doing all this shit, he sure as hell ain't gonna admit it to us."

"Oh, I don't know," Martin said, "if we give him a chance, he just might."

"What do you mean?" Sonny asked.

"I have an idea," Martin said. "Why don't you get hold of the P.A.'s office and see if they're interested? I'll drop by your office in the morning and tell you how I think we can get Mr. Lewis to admit his wrong-doing."

"OK, Martin, sounds good," Sonny said. "Hey, maybe I'm being over-cautious, but have you got your informant's name and date of birth? I know you trust her, but I'd like to run a record check on her, just to be safe."

Martin realized he knew Ann's name, but he had no idea of her date of birth. "Wait a minute, Sonny," he said. "I don't have a birth date, but I can get her registration number for you. You ought to be able to get what you need from that." He got up, looked out the kitchen window, and checked the license plate number on Ann's car. Then he went back and gave his friend her name and the license number.

"Thanks, Marty," Sonny said. "I'll see you in the morning."

Ann had just picked up her suitcase and was about to walk out of her bedroom when the phone rang. She set the suitcase down and started for the phone, but then she stopped. "Whoever it is can leave a message on my machine," she thought. She picked up her suitcase again, then tie possibility it might be Lonnie crossed her mind. But, before she could decide, her machine picked up.

"I know you're there, you bitch! Answer the fucking phone!" Mark Lewis screamed. "You better answer the fucking phone if you know what's good for you! You saw what happened today, so you know what I can do! Answer the fucking phone! Goddamit, you cunt! Who the hell do you think you are! Answer the fucking phone you cunt, or I'm really going to make you pay! All right, bitch, have it your own way! I'm coming over, and believe me, cunt, you're gonna be fucking sorry you didn't answer the goddamn phone!"

Ann felt something pressing against her back. She jumped and realized she'd backed up against the dresser as she listened to her boss's tirade. Even though it was only his voice, it was still frightening. "My God!" she thought, "Martin was right! He's gone totally crazy! I...I wouldn't have been safe staying here!" She turned, bolted from the bedroom, raced out of her house and across to Martin's.

Martin saw Ann dash into the house and realized she was pale and gasping for breath. "Ann, what's the matter?" he asked.

"Ma...Mark Lewis, he...he just called me..." Ann gasped. "You...you had to hear him...he...he's gone crazy! He...he said he's coming over to my house and...and..." She began to sob.

Martin didn't think this time, he walked over to the sobbing woman, put his arms around her, and held her against him. "Don't worry, Ann," he said, "you won't be there when he gets there. Did you say anything to him?"

"I-I didn't...I didn't talk...to...to him," Ann replied. She was sobbing so hard her body was shaking. "My...my...ans...answering...ma...machine...answered."

"Did it record what he said?" Martin asked. He felt Ann's head moving against his chest as she nodded.

"Ye...yes...it...it di-did," she whimpered.

"Did you lock your house?" Martin asked.

"Ah...no...I-I didn't," Ann sobbed, "I-I was too scared...I-I didn't think..."

"I'm going to go over to your house, get the tape out of your answering machine and lock up," Martin said. "Then I'll drive you up to Melissa's."

"All...all right," Ann sobbed.

Reluctantly, Martin released his neighbor. "Having Ann in my arms felt kind of nice," he thought as he walked out the back door, crossed the yard, and went into Ann's house. He grabbed the tape out of her answering machine, then he locked her doors and headed back across the yard.

Ann was still standing in the kitchen, sniffling, when he returned. "Come on," he said, "let's get going." He picked up her suitcase, they went out to his car, and he started off down the street.

As he drove toward the Interstate, a thought occurred to him. He reached down and took the radio microphone from the hook under the dash of his car, and put the mike to his mouth. "County A-1 to operations," he said.

"Operations, go ahead, A-1," the dispatcher replied.

"Contact Jamestown P.D. and have them keep an eye on my place and the house next door," he said, rattling off the addresses. "Tell them to keep an eye out for a possible burglary."

"Copy, A-1," the dispatcher said. "Will you be home?"

"Negative, operations," he said, "I'm 10-8 to Lincoln County. I'll be on the air, and I've got my pager with me. Or you can land-line my daughter. You have the number."

"Copy, A-1," the dispatcher said.

"What...what was that all about?" Ann asked.

Martin looked over at her and smiled. "I got to thinking that if Lewis is as crazed as you say he is, he might just try breaking into your house," he told her. "Be nice if there were cops in the area if he did, don't you think?"

Ann smiled back at him. It was a weak smile, but it was sincere. "You think of everything, don't you?" she commented.

Martin felt his face getting warm. "I'm not sure I think of everything," he said, "but I try to make sure all the bases I know of are covered."

They drove along in silence for a while. Ann kept stealing glances at Martin. "He's really quite attractive, in a rugged kind of way," she thought. "I wonder what happened to his wife, and why he never remarried." "Are you sure I'm not putting your daughter out?" she asked.

Martin shook his head. "Not at all," he told her, "in fact, when I told Melissa what was going on, she offered to come down and help bust your Mr. Lewis." He chuckled. "Melissa's kind of a feminist. She drove the guys she worked with nuts the first few years she was on the job."

"He...he's not my Mr. Lewis," Ann replied softly.

"Sorry," Martin said, "It was just a figure of speech."

Ann reached out and laid her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry for being so touchy," she said. "Except for Lonnie, you're the first person who...who's been really nice to me in...in quite a while."

"Here we go with Lonnie, again," Martin thought. He couldn't understand why hearing the kid's name pissed him off. He didn't know Lonnie, although from what Sonny had said, he assumed Lonnie was quite a bit younger than Ann. "So what's the deal with you and this Lonnie guy?" he asked. "He somebody special in your life?"

"He...he's a very good friend," Ann replied. "I guess even a special friend, but he's not somebody special the way you mean it. There is nobody special in my life." "And, judging from what happens to people I care about, it's better that there isn't," she thought. "From this point on, I'm not going to take a chance on getting friendly with anyone any more."

"That's hard to believe," Martin said. "I can't understand why someone as attractive as you are isn't married."

Ann shrugged. The conversation was making her a little uncomfortable. "Maybe...maybe I'm not what you think I am," she murmured.

A smile formed on Martin's face. "Do you expect me to ask you what I think you think I think you are?" he responded.

"Wait a minute," Ann said, confused by his comment. "What I think you think I...?"

Martin chuckled. "Never mind," he said. "I was just being silly. I think you're a pretty nice lady, but I also think something's eating at you, something you're not dealing with. It might not hurt if you could talk to somebody about it."

"What's this, witness protection combined with free psychoanalysis?" Ann said. The minute the words were out of her mouth she regretted saying them and the tone she'd used.

Martin glanced over at her and smiled. "Touched a nerve, did I?" he asked.

Ann nodded. "Can...can we talk about something else?" she asked softly. "I-I'd really rather not talk about me. I'd rather talk about something more pleasant, like your daughter and son getting married."

"You ever think maybe that's the problem?" Martin replied. "Maybe if you talked about yourself a little more you'd feel better. But...if you don't want to do that, OK. Now...I figure having both my kids getting married the same day is gonna cost me a bundle, what do you think?" "What the hell is she trying to hide from?" he wondered. "I bet if I knew, I'd understand why she's been acting the way she has."

"I think you're right about it costing you a bundle," Ann said. "These days, weddings always do."

They spent the rest of the trip talking about Martin's kids, and their wedding plans. And, as they talked, they got more and more comfortable with each other. By the time Martin pulled up in front of a large apartment building in a town Ann didn't know, she was really enjoying his company and realized she was sorry they'd reached their destination.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 16



Passion in James County XVI

Martin got Ann's suitcase out of the car and led her up the steps into the large, modern apartment building where his daughter and her fiancée lived.

"Martin, are...are you sure this is all right?" Ann asked nervously as they approached one of the apartments on the second floor. "Are you sure I'm not imposing on your daughter?"

"Stop worrying," Martin said, "like I told you, Melissa's only too glad to help out." He knocked on the door, which was answered almost immediately by a petite redhead dressed in a gray sweat suit that had "Lincoln County Sheriff's Dept." in red letters on the shirt. She was quite attractive and bore a remarkable resemblance to Martin.

"Daddy!" the girl said. She gave Martin, who was blushing furiously, a hug and a kiss. Then she stepped back, looked at Ann, and smiled. "You must be Ann Wallin," she said. "I'm Melissa Flannigan." She offered Ann her hand.

"Come on in, both of you," Melissa said after she and Ann shook hands. She looked at her father. "You need help with that suitcase, old-timer?"

"I'll give you old-timer," Martin snapped, grinning.

Melissa showed Ann the spare bedroom, then they went out to join Martin, who had made himself comfortable on the sofa. Melissa plopped down next to her father, and Ann sat down in a big over-stuffed chair opposite them.

"Bill's working night tour this month, so he won't be in until after two a.m., unless he or his guys catch a call," Melissa said. "Do you have to get back right away, Dad?"

"I've got a meeting with Jamestown P.D. in the morning," Martin said, "so I really should head back. Besides, with Ann here, there's no place for me to sleep. I'm sure as hell not going to sleep on this damn sofa of yours. It's lumpier than your gravy."

"Dad!" Melissa exclaimed, reddening. She gave her father a friendly punch on the shoulder. "You didn't complain about my gravy a couple of weekends ago when you were up." She glanced over at Ann. "He's always picking on me," she said, "He's always been like that. Did he pick on you on the way up?"

Ann couldn't help smiling. She nodded. "I think he did," she said.

Melissa gave her an approving look and a smile. "That means he likes you," she said. "Dad only teases people he really likes. Right, Ash Man?"

Martin, red-faced, cleared his throat and stood up. "I...um...I have to get going," he said. "I've got a long drive, and these old bones need some sleep."

"Gotcha, didn't I?" his daughter said, getting up, too. "You sure you don't want to hang around long enough for me to make some coffee?"

"I...um...I really do have to...um...get going," Martin said. He started for the door.

Ann was a bit puzzled by Martin's reaction to his daughter's teasing, but she felt good about it, too. Knowing that Martin liked her made her feel kind of warm inside.

"I...ah...I'll give you a call tomorrow, Ann," Martin said before he left. "To let you know what...what the plans are and all."

Ann stood up. "All right, Martin, that will be fine," she said. She couldn't get over how embarrassed he was acting. He was acting almost like a teenager. She thought it was terribly sweet.

Melissa and her father exchanged kisses, then Martin went out the door. After she closed the door, the pretty redhead turned to Ann and said, "So tell me about you and Dad."

"Ah...there...there's nothing to tell," Ann said, sitting back down. Why did she feel so warm? "We...we're neighbors, and..." She shrugged.

Melissa plopped down on the sofa. "I've never, ever seen my Dad act the way he did just now," she said. "Except, maybe, when Mom was alive. He likes you. He likes you a lot." She paused and grinned. "Maybe more than that."

"Oh, God!" Ann thought. "He...he can't like me. He doesn't know me. If...if he did, he'd hate me. I don't deserve someone like him. Someday he...he'll find out, then..."

"Ann, are you OK?" Melissa asked. "Did I say something wrong? You looked terrified."

"I-I'm sure you're mistaken about how your father feels about me," Ann said.

Melissa shook her head. "Nope, I know him too well." She studied Ann. "You like him a lot, too, don't you?"

"Melissa, you don't understand," Ann said. "I-I do like your father a lot, but I shouldn't have let our relationship go as far as it has. If...if I...if... your father knew..." She began to cry.

Melissa, surprised by Ann's response, and recognizing how much pain she was in, walked across the living room, sat down on the arm of the chair the crying woman was in, and put her arm on Ann's shoulders. "I think, maybe, you and I need to talk," she said softly. "I know we just met, but I can tell Dad thinks a lot of you. And he's the best judge of people I've ever known."

"He...he doesn't know...he...he can't ever know..." Ann sobbed.

"Ann, talk to me," Melissa said. 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 17



Passion in James County XVI

"I wonder where she is?" Lonnie Ames thought as he listened to Ann's phone ring and ring and ring. "She ought to be home. Why isn't she answering her phone?"

"Who are you calling, son?" his mother asked.

"A...a friend, Mom," the boy replied. He put the phone down and turned to face her. "Someone who works with me."

"Why on earth would you want to talk with anyone who works in that place?" his mother asked, sounding disgusted. "After what they did to you today, you ought to just forget them."

"Mom, it was only Mr. Lewis who did that to me today," Lonnie said. "Nobody else at the store had anything to do with it."

"Lonnie, why would he lie like that?" his mother said. "It doesn't make any sense."

"I don't know, Mom," Lonnie replied. "All I know is that I never saw any of that stuff until the police took me out and showed it to me." "Maybe I ought to go over to Ann's house and see if she's all right," he mused. "Maybe something's wrong with her, maybe that's why she's not answering her phone." He stood up and started for the front door.

"Lonnie, where are you going?" his mother asked.

"I'm going to take a ride," her son said. "I need to think."

"Just be careful," his mother said, "it's late and you've had a pretty stressful day."

"I will, Mom," Lonnie said. He got in his truck, backed out of his driveway, and headed across town toward Ann's house.

Mark Lewis sat in his car, a few doors down from Ann Wallin's house, growing more and more angry as time passed. The house was dark when he arrived and remained dark. He kept expecting Ann to come home with some man. Anticipating that made him even angrier. Then he began thinking she might have gone to some man's house and his anger began to turn to white-hot fury.

Lonnie turned onto the street where Ann lived, and drove slowly toward her house. It looked dark, as if no one was home. "I wonder if I should stop and check on her," he thought.

Just then a police car cruised by him in the opposite direction. Lonnie saw the officers looking at him and felt a twinge of fear. He'd had enough dealings with the police for one day. He pressed down on the accelerator and continued down the block.

Mark Lewis saw Lonnie's truck pass his car and when he did, the young man immediately became the focus of the rage that had been simmering inside him for hours. As the truck moved down the block, he started his car and followed it. "I'll make that little bastard pay! This is his fault as much as it is hers," he thought as he followed the young man. 

Lonnie really didn't feel like going home just yet. Instead, he headed out of Jamestown, into the country. "Maybe I'll go up to the overlook for a while," he thought. The overlook was a scenic area located on a steep, winding section of Route 11. It afforded a vista of Jamestown that Lonnie had always liked. Maybe being up there and would help him settle down.

"Where's the little bastard going?" Mark Lewis wondered as he followed the taillights of Lonnie's truck out of town on Route 11. Then, he remembered how steep and winding the highway got a little farther ahead and a cold smile formed on his face. "I know exactly what I need to do now," he thought.

Lonnie drove carefully along the straightaway that led to the hill and series of sharp switchback turns. He glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a set of headlights approaching him rapidly. "That asshole's going to get himself in big trouble if he keeps driving like that on this road," the young man thought.

The car behind him swung out and whipped by him so fast he could barely make it out. He was pretty sure it was a sedan, and that it was dark-colored, but he couldn't tell much else about it.

"He has to be drunk," Lonnie thought, "I better watch for skid marks on the curves."

After he passed the young man's truck, Mark Lewis slowed down and continued up the mountain. He watched the side of the road as he continued up the hill. "There," he thought, noting a particularly sharp curve. "Right there." He drove up the road a little way, braked, turned around, and pulled to the side of the road, facing down-hill. Leaving his engine running, he shut off his car's lights.

When he started up the hill, Lonnie drove even more slowly than he usually did. He was sure he'd see skid marks where the car that passed him had gone off the road, and was driving slowly so he could watch for them. Few people traveled Route 11 this late at night, and if the driver of the speeding car had crashed, the wreck might not be found until daylight. As he approached a spot where the road curved to the left, and there was a very steep drop on the right, he concentrated on the side of the road even more intently. If the guy had gone over the edge, this would be the place.

Mark Lewis saw the approaching headlights, put his car in gear, and started down the road, swinging into the on-coming traffic lane. He left his headlights off. His eyes had become acclimated to the dark as he sat in his darkened car, so he was able to see where he was going without too much trouble. The headlights of Lonnie's truck swept around the corner and blazed into his windshield, almost blinding him. The truck kept coming toward him, as if the driver hadn't seen his darkened car.

When the two vehicles were about a hundred and fifty feet apart, Mark reached down and flipped his headlights on. They'd been on high beam when he shut them off, and bathed the truck in brilliant light. It wavered a little, then it swerved toward the side of the road. The brake lights flashed on and the tires squealed, but it didn't stop in time. It reached the edge of the road, teetered on the brink for a fraction of a second, then went over.

Mark slammed on the brakes and sat there, listening to the crashing, grinding sounds the truck made as it rolled down the steep bank.

Lonnie's gaze was fixed on the side of the road as he entered the sharp curve. "No skid marks," he thought, relaxing a little, "maybe God does look out for drunks." He turned his attention back to the road and saw a shadowy form in the road ahead of him. "Hey, is that a car?" he thought, then bright lights blasted his eyes. Unable to see, he instinctively pulled the steering wheel to the right, trying to avoid the on-coming car. He immediately realized he'd made a mistake and jammed on his brakes, but his truck wouldn't stop. He felt the truck sliding, then it hit the edge of the road and began to tip over. When the truck went over the edge, Lonnie's head slammed against something hard, then everything went black.

Grinning, Mark Lewis listened to the noise the truck made as it tumbled down the bank. Finally, he put his car in gear and headed down the mountain.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 18



Passion in James County XVI

Martin Flannigan was just getting off the Interstate when alert tones began coming from the two-way radio mounted in his car.

"Emergency Operations dispatching Medic One, Ambulance Twelve, Engine Twelve, Rescue Two," the dispatcher said. "We have a report of a vehicle over the bank on Route 11, about a mile up the mountain."

"Operations to James County Five and Seven," the sheriff's department dispatcher said, immediately after the fire department dispatcher finished. "We have a reported MVA, vehicle over the bank, Route 11, about a mile up the mountain. The State Patrol is responding, their officer has an ETA of ten to fifteen minutes."

"Damn!" Martin thought while he listened to the fire and police units acknowledging the call. "Hell, that's not more than a couple of minutes from here! I can get there before anyone else does!" He grabbed the radio mike. "Operations from James County A-1," he said.

"Go ahead, A-1," the dispatcher replied.

"I'm near that MVA," Martin said, "I'm responding."

"Copy, A-1," the dispatcher said.

Martin pressed down on the accelerator and flipped the switches that activated the flashing blue warning lights on his unmarked car. He probably wouldn't need them at this time of night, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Two minutes later, his headlights swept around a sharp curve and he saw a motorcycle parked beside the road. The person standing beside it saw his car's flashing lights and began waving.

Martin braked, drove past the motorcycle, pulled to the side of the road, and stopped. "Operations from A-1," he said into the microphone. "I'm off at the scene. I'll have a report for you in a minute."

"Copy, A-1," the dispatcher said.

He grabbed his portable radio and flashlight and got out of his car. A short, stocky, bearded man wearing a black leather jacket came running up to him.

"There's a truck down there!" the man yelled, waving toward the side of the road.

"Is there anyone in it?" Martin asked, starting toward the spot the biker had indicated. He swept the beam of his flashlight along the side of the road and saw the skid marks, and the spot where the vehicle had gone over the bank. In the distance, he could hear the sound of sirens and air horns. The sounds were faint, though. It would be several minutes before the fire department arrived.

"I...I didn't check," the biker panted. "I...I saw the skid marks, spotted the truck, and went down to town and called you guys."

Martin played the beam of his light down the hill. He could see the truck, badly damaged, laying against a tree over a hundred feet from where he stood. The bank was steep and rugged. He debated trying to get down to the truck and decided it would be better to wait for the firemen, who had ropes.

He put his portable radio to his mouth. "Operations from A-1," he said, "Confirming we have a vehicle, a pickup truck, over the bank at this location. Unknown whether it is occupied or if there are any injuries at this time."

Martin had just completed his report when he heard what sounded like a little "Poof!" He glanced down the hill and saw tongues of flame licking out from under the wrecked truck. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. "Operations from A-1, tell fire and rescue to step on it. The vehicle is on fire!"

"10-4, A-1," the dispatcher responded.

Without thinking, Martin started down the bank, even as the sounds of sirens drew closer. If that fire got too much worse, anybody in that truck had no chance whatever. Maybe, if he could get down the bank in time, he could do something.

Martin slipped and slid down the bank, barely keeping his balance most of the time, oblivious to the branches that tore his clothes and ripped his skin.

By the time he reached the truck the fire was burning brighter. The fire, while presenting a very real danger, did help light the scene for him. He peered into the truck and saw a body slumped over the steering wheel, held upright by the seatbelt and shoulder harness. The driver looked like a young man, and the side of his head was bloody.

Martin tried the door, but it was jammed. The window was broken, so he reached in and fumbled for the seatbelt latch, but couldn't find it. He could feel the heat of the fire on his right side, and reached into his pocket for his folding knife. He got the knife out, opened it, and slashed at the seatbelt once, then twice, and finally felt it snap free. The truck was leaning to the right, and the minute the belt was released the unconscious driver began sliding in that direction, but Martin grabbed him.

"Damn!" he thought as he struggled to get the driver out of the truck, "He's a big one!" He pulled on the limp man, trying to get him up and out through the truck's window. Slowly, the bulky body began to slip through the window. Martin braced his feet against the side of the truck and kept pulling frantically.

"Hang on, we're coming down!" someone yelled from up above.

The flames licking at the back of the truck were much brighter now. All of a sudden there was a loud explosion as one of the truck's rear tires, or maybe the spare, exploded from the heat.

The shock of hearing the bursting tire gave Martin a burst of extra energy. All of a sudden, the limp person he was tugging on came shooting out of the truck's cab. Martin lost his footing and went over backwards. He hit the ground and felt the breath being forced from him when the man he'd pulled out of the truck landed on top of him.

The next thing Martin knew, men were yelling and the man lying atop him was being removed and laid next to him. The face of a man in a firefighter's bunker gear loomed over his. "You OK?" the man asked.

"As...as soon as...as I...as I get my breath back I-I will be," Martin gasped. He looked around. Other firefighters were spraying water on the burning truck, quenching the flames.

"Stay where you are," the firefighter told Martin. "The paramedic and EMT's will be down in a second."

"I'm fine," Martin said. He pushed himself up to a sitting position. "I just had the wind knocked out of me when he fell on me." He looked at the man lying next to him. "How's he doing?"

"Hard to say," the firefighter replied. "He sure as hell don't look too good."

"Can you give me a hand getting up the hill?" Martin asked.

"Why don't you wait for the medics?" the firefighter asked.

"Because I don't need them," Martin said, "I need to get up the goddamn hill!"

"Yeah, OK, be cool," the firefighter said. "Come on. We got a rope over there, I'll give you a hand."

It was almost as hard getting back up the bank as it had been coming down, and it took a lot longer, but Martin made it. He found Sheriff's Deputy Linda Tate and Sergeant Mick Norris waiting at the top.

"Hey, Cap," Mick said, "You shoulda waited until we got here. You're too old for this shit."

"Tell me about it," Martin panted. "You ID the driver or vehicle yet?"

"Registration on the truck comes back to Walter and Wilma Ames, Jamestown," Deputy Tate told him.

"Ames?" Martin said. Why did that name sound so familiar? "Damn!" he exclaimed.

"What's the matter, Cap?" Mick Norris asked. "You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Martin said. "I think I may know who that is down there."

"He a friend of yours?" Deputy Tate asked.

Martin shook his head. "A friend of a friend of mine," he told her. "Damn," he thought, "If that's Lonnie Ames down there, Ann's really going to be destroyed. I wonder if that Lewis guy had anything to do with this?"

"The fire department guys will have him up here in a minute, Cap," Mick Norris said, "I'll see if I can get ID off him once they do."

A loud roaring, slapping sound, accompanied by a shower of brilliant light interrupted Martin's thoughts as the Trauma Flight helicopter clattered over them and swept it's powerful searchlight over the crash scene. The chopper moved up the hill a short way, then settled to earth in the scenic overlook next to the road, the rotor kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

Mick Norris walked over to Martin. "Got the driver's ID," he said.

"He's Lonnie Ames, right?" Martin said.

Mick nodded. "How'd you know?"

"How is he?" Martin asked.

Mick shook his head. "Medics say it looks like he might have a fractured skull," he said, "And they figure he could be pretty messed up inside, too."

Martin watched the fire-medics lay Lonnie on the ambulance stretcher, then they slid the stretcher into the ambulance and drove the short distance up the hill to where the helicopter sat waiting, it's rotor turning slowly. Before long, the helicopter's turbine engine began whining, the rotor began spinning faster and faster, and eventually the flying ambulance began to rise from the ground.

While the helicopter clattered overhead, enroute to the University Medical Center Trauma Unit in Jamestown, one of the fire-medics walked over to Martin. "You OK, Captain Flannigan?" he asked. "Guys said you were down there, looked pretty banged up."

"I'm fine," Martin said. "Just a little bruised, you know?"

"Why don't you come over to the ambulance so we can check you out?" the medic asked.

When he climbed into the lighted patient compartment of the ambulance, Martin realized for the first time how badly he'd damaged his clothing. His pants and shirt were both ripped, and he had bruises and scratches all over his arms and legs, and even a couple of pretty big scratches on his face.

"Ow! Damn!" he complained while the EMT's cleaned his injuries off with antiseptic pads. "Can't you guys find something to use that doesn't hurt?"

Mick Norris came over to the ambulance. "State Patrol finally got here," he said. "The troopers going to take over the investigation. I'm going to leave Linda here to help him and go notify the family."

"If you don't mind, I'll do that," Martin said.

Mick laughed. "Have you taken a good look at yourself, Cap?" he asked. "You go to their door looking like that, they're gonna call the cops on you."

"There's a clean pair of coveralls in the back seat of my car," Martin said, "go get them for me, will you Mick?" He pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to the deputy. He wasn't sure why he felt a need to notify Lonnie Ames' parents in person, but he did. And there was one more person he had to notify, too, and he dreaded that even more than telling Lonnie's parents.

A half-hour later, Martin pulled up in front of the darkened house where Lonnie Ames lived. He advised operations where he was and what he was going to do, then he shut off his car, then he picked up the cellular phone hanging next to the two-way radio and dialed the hospital phone number.

"Trauma Center," a female voice said after the hospital's operator had connected Martin to the emergency department.

"This is Captain Martin Flannigan, James County Sheriff's Department," Martin said. "I'm about to make notification to the parents of the young man the helicopter brought in from Route 11. Can you give me an update on his condition?"

"Just a second, Captain Flannigan," the woman said, "I'll get Dr. McGee."

There was a brief, humming silence after she put the phone on "hold," then a male voice came on. "Dr. McGee, here, Captain Flannigan?"

"What can you tell me about Lonnie Ames, doc?" Martin asked.

"He has a fractured skull, and severe internal injuries. He's in surgery right now," the doctor said. "There was a lot of internal bleeding. If he hadn't come in by chopper, he wouldn't be alive now."

"What are his chances?" Martin asked.

"I'd say it's iffy right now," the doctor replied, "Even if he makes it through surgery, the head injury doesn't look good. We won't really be able to predict his chances for at least twenty-four hours."

"I'm at his folks' house right now," Martin said. "I'll tell them and bring them down."

"Don't fool around," the doctor said. "I'm not sure how well the kid's going to do. The sooner you get them here, the better."

Martin put the phone down, took a deep breath, got out of his car, and started up the walk to the Ames house. 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 19



Bill Wilson, a short, stocky bespectacled man with close-cropped dark hair arrived at the apartment he shared with Melissa Flannigan a little before three a.m. and was surprised to find his fiancée still up.

"How come you're still up, honey?" he asked Melissa after he gave her a hug and a kiss.

"Ann and I have been talking for hours," she said.

Bill looked puzzled. "Ann?" he asked.

"The lady Dad brought up to stay with us," his fiancé explained.

"Oh," Bill said, "I forgot about her. What's up?"

"Come on, let's go to bed," Melissa said, "I'll tell you about it. After hearing her story, I need to be held. Bad!"

"What's got you so upset?" Bill asked after he and Melissa got undressed and got into bed.

"Ann looked really upset when she got here," Melissa told him. "It took some doing, but I finally got her talking. I thought she was upset because of all the crap that's been going on with her boss, you know?"

"That wasn't it?" her fiancée asked.

Melissa shook her head. "Believe it or not, that's probably the least of what's bothering her. You can't imagine what kind of life that poor woman has had," she told him. "God, I don't know how she's managed to stay as sane as she has. I'm not sure I could have."

"What the heck happened to her?" Bill asked.

"Well," Melissa said, "it started a long time ago..." She began telling Bill the tragic story Ann had told her.

"Jesus!" Bill exclaimed when Melissa finished. "I see what you mean. And she blames herself because it happened? Can't she see that it wasn't her fault?"

Melissa shook her head. "I think, maybe, she started to see that she shouldn't be blaming herself when we were talking," she said, "But it could be a while before she finally accepts the fact that she really couldn't have done anything to prevent it."

"Damn," Bill said, shaking his head. "That's really kinda sad, isn't it?"

Melissa nodded. "I've heard a lot of sad stories since I became a cop," she said, "but Ann's is just about the saddest I've ever heard. Dad really likes her. Actually, I think he might feel even more than that about her."

"How does that make you feel?" Bill asked.

Melissa smiled at her fiancée. "I think it's about time Dad had a woman in his life, don't you?" she said.

"Yeah, I think it would be good for him," her fiancée agreed. "How does Ann feel about your father?"

"I think she's really attracted to him," Melissa said, "but she's scared of letting herself get too close because she's convinced something terrible will happen to him if she does."

Bill shook his head. "Damn," he said softly.

"Make love to me, Bill," Melissa said. "I need to have you make love to me!"

Bill put his arm around his fiancé and his face moved toward hers.

When her fiancée's lips met hers, sparks of excitement flashed into erotic fires deep inside Melissa. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him.

Bill felt his fiancé's mouth open, then her tongue probed into his mouth. As they remained locked in their passionate embrace, his lips moved down her throat and onto the swell of her breasts.

Melissa was thrilled. Everywhere Bill's lips went, they left trails of fire. Soft groans of joy escaped from her. She needed this so badly!

Bill bent his head, captured a turgid nipple in his mouth and sucked it.

"Yes! Oh, darling, yes!" Melissa groaned as gentle suction drew the rigid nipple into the warmth and wetness of her fiancée's mouth. "Oh, darling! Yesss! Yessssss!"

Bill's hands moved tenderly over Melissa's body, down over her belly, causing the flesh to ripple as they glided over it.

Thrills continued to invade Melissa as Bill's hand traveled through the crinkly mass of her pubic hair. Her groans got louder and her body twisted and turned desperately. The hand brushed her swollen clit. Her hips shot off the bed as shock-waves of ecstasy raked her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

"More! Touch me more, Bill!" Melissa moaned, writhing and clutching at the bedspread, her hips rocking and thrusting against her fiancé's tantalizing hand.

Melissa's reactions had an equally powerful effect on Bill. His cock had swelled in his pants and pre-cum seeped from the tip of his engorged penis. 

Melissa couldn't wait. "Take me, lover!" she entreated.

Bill rolled between Melissa's legs, grasped his swollen shaft and slid it up and down between the passion-dampened lips of her vagina. Then, suddenly, he drove into her.

"Ahh!" Melissa groaned when Bill's thick wand rammed into her well-lubricated love-tunnel. God! He filled her so well! This was exactly what she needed!

Bill's back arched as he drove his hips down, thrusting his cock deep into his pretty fiancé. "Oh, God, Baby!" he groaned, "You're incredible!"

"Sh!" his fiancée whispered. She pressed her hand against his mouth. "Ann's in the spare room. She'll hear us if we make too much noise!"

"I-I'll try," Bill groaned, continuing to plunge into her.

"Ohh!" Melissa moaned softly, "You are horny tonight, aren't you?" Her body quivered with delicious feelings of pleasure his driving penis sent rocketing through her.

"Unnhh! Unnhh!" Bill groaned. His attempts to be quiet failed as thrills shot through him. He looked down at his petite, red-haired fiancée and watched, delighted, as his thrusts rocked her body and caused her full breasts to bob and jiggle. Her gorgeous face was flushed with passion.

Then he closed his eyes and slammed into her even harder. That did it. With gut-wrenching intensity, massive quantities of scalding, gooey cream gushed from him, splashing into his fiancée's quivering body.

"Ahh!" he moaned, "Take it, Baby! Take it!"

"Yes! Oh! Yes!" Melissa groaned in reply. "Take me! Take me, Bill, that's so good! I'm coming, too!" Powerful spasms convulsed her as his orgasm triggered hers.

When he finished, Bill pulled his softening cock out of his fiancée's body and rolled onto his back next to her on the bed.

Melissa, satisfied, snuggled against Bill and fell sound asleep, a sated woman.

In the hall outside Melissa's bedroom door, Ann was leaning against the wall. Her chest was heaving and her was hand clutching her groin, twirling on her sex through her nightgown. She'd gotten up to go to the bathroom. When she was passing Melissa's bedroom, she heard the sounds of passion coming from behind the closed door.

"Melissa and her...her fiancée are...are making love!" Ann thought as she stood outside the door and heard the rapturous sounds. Excitement surged through her. As she listened to the sounds coming from the room, the lovely woman's excitement rose to nearly uncontrollable proportions, her legs trembled and the nipples on her petite, budded breasts stood out like little fingers.

"I wish..." she thought. Unconsciously her hand slid between her legs and began to send delight coursing through her. "I wish I could know what it's like to make love with someone I really care about, and who cares about me! But that can't ever happen. I-I can't ever, ever let it happen again."

Ann climaxed when Bill and Melissa did, but the couple in the bedroom had no idea what was taking place outside the locked bedroom door.

"Oh! Oh!" Ann realized she was beginning to moan and bit her lip to stifle the sounds of joy as an orgasm swept through her slim body. Weak and spent, her chest still heaving, she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the carpeted floor.

After a few minutes of rest, she got up quietly. She finished her trip to the bathroom, then she returned to bed. She lay awake for a long time, with tears flooding down her cheeks, wishing there was some way she could make herself worthy of being loved again.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 20



Martin stood outside the cubicle in the trauma center, watching Lonnie Ames' distraught parents hover over their critically injured son. Lonnie had come through the surgery all right, but the doctor who'd operated on the young man told Martin it was still touch and go whether the boy would survive. "And even if he does, we can't be sure whether there's any brain damage until he wakes up and we can do neurological tests," the surgeon said. "Traumatic brain injury is always a possibility."

"Do the best you can, Doc," Martin said. He watched the doctor turn and walk back into the surgical area.

Trooper Marilyn Evans, a buxom blonde trooper from the State Patrol, walked up to Martin. "Hi, Martin, how's the Ames kid doing?" she asked.

"He's critical," Martin told her. "The doctor who operated on him says they won't know if he's going to make it for twenty-four hours at least."

"Damn," Trooper Evans said. "You got a minute?"

"Sure," he said, "why don't we go down to the cafeteria and get some coffee?"

A few minutes later they were seated at a table in the hospital cafeteria, with steaming cups filled with coffee sitting on the table in front of them.

"What did you see out there, Martin?" the trooper asked. "Did you get a good look at the scene at all?"

Martin shook his head. "I was only there a couple of seconds before the fire started," he said. "After that, I didn't have time to see much."

Marilyn smiled and shook her head. "I heard what you did. You know, you probably saved that kid's life you crazy bastard," she said. "If you hadn't gotten him out when you did, he'd be toast now."

"You'd have done the same thing if it'd been you," Martin said. He was a little embarrassed by her compliment.

"Maybe," the blonde trooper said. "That biker says he saw the skid marks, that's why he stopped. He says he didn't see any other cars."

"It's a pretty sharp curve," Martin said, "You think the kid was drinking, or maybe going too fast?"

Marilyn shook her head. "Hospital did blood tests, he was double zero," she said. "And, judging from the skid marks, I'd say he was going well under what would have been a safe speed."

"You think he fell asleep?" Martin asked.

"Could be," she said, "but I sure as hell wish I could talk to him. One of the local cops knows the kid, says he's one of the few teenagers in Jamestown who's a careful driver. This doesn't make sense, Martin."

"Jesus!" Martin thought, when an idea occurred to him. "I wonder where Mr. Mark Lewis was tonight?"

"You looked like you had an idea, there," the trooper said. "You have any thoughts on this crash?"

"Maybe," Martin said, "but nothing I can prove."

"Tell me what it is," Marilyn said.

He explained about the story Ann had told him, and about how it looked like Martin Lewis had done to set Lonnie up for stealing.

"You think this Lewis guy could have run the kid off the road, is that it?" Marilyn asked.

Martin nodded. "Maybe," he said, "but how the hell can we prove it? I mean, Lonnie's mother said he told her he was going out for a drive, but she didn't know where he was going. How would Lewis have known where he was?"

"Maybe Lewis was out driving around, too, and he stumbled onto the kid, followed him, and ran him off the road when he got a chance?" the trooper suggested.

"Yeah, but how do we prove it?" Martin asked.

"I don't know," Marilyn said. "I suppose I could go ask him."

Martin shook his head. "I'd rather you didn't do that right now," he said. "That might spook him, and I don't want to do that. I'm meeting with Sonny Dawson tomorrow...this...morning, to discuss a plan to bag Lewis for some of the other shit he's done. Maybe that will help us nail him for this, too."

"Whatever," Marilyn said. "You going to keep me posted?"

"Of course," Martin said. "You going to hang around here?"

"For a little while," she said. "If the kid doesn't wake up in an hour or so, I'll tell the hospital to call the office when he does and we can get a statement from him."

"OK," Martin said, standing up. "I'm going to head down to Jamestown PD and meet with Sonny. Then I've got to head over to Lincoln County, to my daughter's place."

"How come?" trooper Evans asked.

"There's someone else I need to tell about what happened to Lonnie Ames," he said. And that was a notification he dreaded making.

Before he left the hospital, Martin called his daughter, explained what happened, and asked her to do what she could to keep Ann from seeing any newspapers or hearing any news on the radio. He said he'd be up later in the day to tell Ann what happened to the young man in person.

"I'll do what I can, Dad," Melissa said.

Martin left the hospital and drove to Jamestown Police Headquarters. He, Sonny Dawson, and Luis Rivera from the Prosecuting Attorney's office discussed the case, and decided that the best way to get proof against Mark Lewis would be to see if they could somehow get him admitting it on tape. That would have to involve Ann, though. All of them felt it was very likely Lewis would gloat about what he'd done to her as a way of trying to cement his hold on her.

"That will put the lady in considerable danger, though," Luis said. "This guy sounds like he's really out of control. Especially if you're right about him running that kid off the road last night, Martin."

"We should be able to cover her, I think," Martin said, "if we have a team in the house, maybe a second team in the garage, and some detectives in cars near the house."

"What if the asshole brings a gun and just blows her away?" Sonny asked.

"We better make sure that doesn't happen," Martin said. "We could put her in a vest, that would help."

"Yeah, I suppose," Sonny said. "You sure she'll want to take the risk of facing this asshole again?"

"I'll ask her," Martin said. "I'm headed up to my daughter's place to see her when we're done here."

"OK," Sonny said. "When do you want to do this?"

"Tomorrow if we can," Martin said. "I'd kind of like to get this over with, wouldn't you?"

"Tomorrow it is," Luis said.

Martin left the police station and went home to take a bath and change. It wasn't until he stripped his clothes off before he got in the shower that he realized just how banged up and bruised he was. He felt a little stiff, too. "I really am getting too old for this shit," he thought as he stepped into the shower enclosure.

Cleaned up and dressed in clean clothes, Martin locked up his house, got in his car, and headed for his daughter's place.

Mark Lewis, who no longer cared about whether he went to work or not, or whether his wife cared where he was, sat in his car down the block from Ann's place, still watching it, wondering where she was. He saw her neighbor come home and go into his house. "I wonder if he has taken her somewhere," he thought. "They were acting pretty friendly that one day. I'm sure she's fucking him, too."

When the man came out a while later and got in his car, Mark decided to follow the man and see if he could find Ann that way.

Martin didn't realize he was being followed until he was on the Interstate. He'd seen the black sedan behind him earlier, but hadn't paid it much mind. Now, as he raced north at speeds well over the limit, he realized the black car was keeping up with him.

"I wonder..." he thought. He slowed down to about five miles an hour under the speed limit and pulled into the right-hand lane. The black car kept gaining on him for a few seconds, then it, too, slowed and pulled into the right-hand lane.

"Lewis isn't much good at running a tail," Martin thought. He pulled out into the passing lane, pressed down on the accelerator and speeded up again. The black car did the same thing.

"Damn, if that's Lewis, how am I going to handle this?" Martin wondered. "Do I want to lead him to Melissa's?" He thought some more. Melissa and Bill were both cops, and both of them would be home. If he called ahead and told them what he thought was going on, they could be ready for Lewis. "It looks Mr. Lewis is forcing us into doing what we were going to do anyhow, only a day earlier," he mused.

Martin picked up his radio microphone. When the Operations dispatcher answered, he advised her of his location and requested that a she see if she could get an unmarked unit from either the State Patrol or their department to respond to back him up on the road, just in case Lewis tried running him off the road. She said she'd see what she could do, and that if all she could get was a marked cruiser, she'd advise them to use caution and try not to be seen.

Next, Martin used his cellular phone to call Melissa's house. He asked for Bill, and when the trooper got on the phone, Martin told him what he thought was going on.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" his future son said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Get some help and set up a reception committee for our friend," Martin said. It occurred to him that having the confrontation with Lewis at Melissa's apartment building, which was in the middle of town, could endanger a lot of people. "Bill," he said, "remember that house you and Melissa showed me...the one you guys want to buy?"

"Yeah, why?" Bill replied, sounding puzzled.

"I think it would be better if we did this there," Martin said. "It's isolated. If this guy's armed and we wind up in a shootout, that would be a better place for it, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I see your point," Bill said. "I'll get the key from the agent. She's just down the street from here. Melissa and I have just about got the people that own it down to our price, you know."

"Hopefully, we won't put any bullet holes in it," Martin said. "Of course, if we do, it will bring the price down, won't it?"

"Yeah, right," Bill said. "How soon you going to be here?"

"I'm going to slow down," Martin said. "Maybe even stop for gas. I'll give you an hour to get set up."

"Right, we'll be waiting for you," Bill said. "Be careful."

Martin put the phone back in its holder and slowed down to the speed limit. The black car was still back there, keeping pace with him.

"James County A-1 from James County Fifteen," his radio squawked.

Martin picked up the microphone. "A-1 on, go ahead James County Fifteen," he said. The radio call was from Sergeant Greg Atkinson, a deputy the James County Sheriff's department had assigned to patrol this rural corner of the county. Greg was young, but he was a darn good cop. Martin was glad to hear from him.

"I'm about a half-mile behind you in my personal vehicle, Adam one," Greg said. "That black sedan the one that's following you?"

"That's him," Martin said. "See if you can get a plate number and run it."

"Copy, A-1," Greg said. "I'll see what I can do."

"Operations to A-1" the dispatcher said after Martin's conversation with Greg ended. "I heard you and County Fifteen, so you know he's backing you up. James County One and Three are enroute, too."

"Copy, operations," Martin said. So his boss, Sheriff Alex Martin, and Lieutenant Tim Jackman, head of the department's detective division, were coming out to help him. "Must be Alex is getting bored sitting around the office and figures to get in on the action," he thought, grinning. "They better hurry or they'll miss all the fun."

When he reached the town where his daughter lived, Martin got off the Interstate. At the end of the ramp, he pulled into a gas station. He filled up his car, which didn't really need it, then he went inside to pay. He could see the black sedan parked alongside the road just down the street from the gas station. And, some distance behind it, sat Greg Atkinson's red pickup truck.

Alex wandered around the store for a while before he paid for his gas and bought a soda, then he strolled out to his car, got in, and took an inordinate amount of time getting his seatbelt on. After that, he opened his soda and took a long swallow. Finally, he started the engine and pulled out onto the highway again.

"A-1 from operations," his radio said.

"A-1, go ahead," Martin replied.

"608 advises everything is all set," the dispatcher told him.

"Copy, operations," Martin replied. "Advise him I'm about six minutes out."

"Will do, A-1," the dispatcher said.

608 was Bill Wilson's radio call number. Apparently the trap for Mark Lewis was set. Martin drove past the turnoff to his daughter's apartment building and continued through town and out into the countryside again. When he passed the County Line Diner, he saw two State Patrol cruisers and a Lincoln County Sheriff's Department cruiser parked in front of it. There were officers sitting in the units. His destination was about a mile from the diner. It looked like Bill had everything set, and had arranged for more than enough backup.

Martin grinned. "Mr. Lewis is in for a big surprise," he thought as he drove down the street.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 21



Passion in James County XVI

"Melissa, what is going on?" Ann asked Martin's daughter as the young woman and her fiancé bustled around the apartment, getting dressed. She knew the girl had gotten a call from Martin, and the way both Melissa and her fiancée were acting told her something was wrong.

Almost immediately after he got the call from Martin, Bill started making other calls. Ann had no idea what he was talking about, but she did recognize the urgency in his voice. That worried her. Had something happened to Martin?

"Dad's on his way up here," Melissa said. "He thinks the guy who's been stalking you is following him."

"Oh, God!" Ann said. Her worst fears were realized. She'd dragged Martin and his family into her messed-up life, too. Now they were in danger. "I-I have to leave."

"No way!" Melissa said. "We're going to give the guy a surprise."

"What...what do you mean?" Ann asked. "If...if he comes here there...there's no telling what he'll do."

"Dad's leading the guy to a house outside of town that Bill and I are planning to buy," Melissa explained. "We'll have a reception committee waiting for him when he gets there."

"Oh," Ann said.

"Look," Melissa said, "Bill and I have to get going. We need to be in place before Dad and that scumbag get there."

"I-I'm going, too," Ann said.

"No way!" Melissa replied. "You're staying here. You'll be safe here."

"If...if Mark thinks your father is leading him to me, and he doesn't see me, he might not stop," Ann said. "Then what?"

Melissa paused. She looked over at her fiancée. "Darn it, she might have a point," she said. "What do you think, hon?"

Bill, dressed in his tan state patrol uniform, grinned and shrugged. "I think, maybe, we ought to let her come along, I guess," he said. "You've got an extra vest here, don't you?"

"Yeah, I'll go get it," Melissa said. She disappeared into her bedroom.

Ann looked at Bill. "Vest?" she said.

Bill patted his chest. "So-called bullet-proof vest," he said. "It should keep you from getting hurt too bad if this turkey's armed and shoots at you."

"Oh," Ann replied. This was real, not TV. She realized she was trembling. She was scared! Actually, she was way beyond scared, maybe way beyond terrified, too.

Melissa came out with the vest and helped Ann put it on. Ann slipped a sweatshirt Melissa gave her over the vest, then the three of them went out and got in Melissa's unmarked police car. The young woman drove a short distance down the street while her fiancé talked on the police radio, then the car stopped in front of a real estate broker's office. Bill got out and went into the building.

"What's he doing?" Ann asked.

"Getting a key for the place we're going to," Melissa replied.

"Oh," Ann said.

Bill came out of the broker's office and got back in the car, and Melissa drove off. She pulled into the parking lot of a diner outside of town and drove up next to a State Patrol car in which two men were sitting. A tall young man wearing the tan State Patrol uniform got out of the cruiser on the passenger side. He turned, reached inside, and pulled out a long weapon of some kind. He closed the cruiser's door and started toward Melissa's car.

Ann looked at the young man and realized he looked like a younger version of Martin.

"Ann, that's my brother Marty who just joined you back there," Melissa said.

The young trooper got into the back seat of Melissa's car with Ann, and put his weapon down along his leg. "Hi," he said, smiling at Ann, "I'm Marty Flannigan, you must be Ann."

"Ah, hi, Marty," Ann said. "Nice to meet you."

"You got everything all set, Bill?" Marty asked Melissa's fiancée.

"Yeah," Bill said, "there will be two of our guys and a sheriff's deputy waiting here at the diner. James County's got at least one guy behind Martin, and there are a couple more of their people coming, too."

While Bill and Marty talked, Melissa put the car in gear, drove out of the parking lot, and headed down the road.

Their next stop was a relatively new ranch house about a mile from the diner. It sat some distance back from the highway, at the end of a long driveway. The nearest house to it was some distance away.

Melissa drove into the driveway and stopped in front of the garage. "Here we are," she said. "How are we going to do this?"

"I think I'll open the garage door," Bill said. "You can pull the car in. That will give Marty, here, some cover in the garage. You and I, and Ann, will wait in the breezeway between the house and garage. When Martin pulls in, you and Ann can go out to meet him." He turned to Ann. "You OK, Ann?" he asked.

"I'm so scared I'm shaking," she replied.

"Good," Bill said, "Stay scared. If this starts to look hairy, do whatever Melissa tells you and do it ten seconds before she tells you to. You got that?"

"Y-yes," Ann said.

Bill opened the door and got out of the car. He walked to the door of the house, unlocked it, and went into the breezeway. Then the garage door opened. Melissa drove the car into the empty garage and she, Marty, and Ann got out of the car.

"608 to 612 and 622, you in position?" Bill said into his portable radio.

"Roger, sarge, we're ready. The sheriff's unit's here, too," came the reply.

"608 to Lincoln," Bill said into the radio, "you got an ETA on James County A-1? We're all set here."

"Lincoln to 608," the dispatcher replied, "Stand by, I'll check."

All four people stood there, waiting.

"Lincoln to 608, his ETA is five minutes," she said.

"Copy, Lincoln," Bill said. He turned to his companions. "OK, folks, let's get in position."

Marty stayed in the garage, in front of his sister's car, while Bill, Melissa, and Ann went into the breezeway.

"Do...do you do this kind of thing a...a lot?" Ann asked Melissa and Bill.

"Not that much," Bill replied.

"How can you not be scared?" she asked.

"Who says we're not scared?" Melissa quipped. "We're just too tough to show it, right, honey?"

"Yeah, sure," her fiancée replied.

Melissa glanced down the road and her face grew serious. "There's Dad's car," she said.

Ann watched a stern-faced Melissa reach inside her blue jacket and pull out what looked like a huge silver gun. She glanced over at Bill and realized he was holding a gun, too, only his was black. She hugged herself and shuddered. She saw Martin's car slowing, then it turned into the driveway. Not far behind it was a black sedan. It, too, slowed down.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 22



Martin braked, flipped on his turn signal, and steered his car into the driveway of the house where he knew, his daughter, her fiancée, and possibly other officers, were waiting. As he turned into the driveway, the black car, which Greg Atkinson had confirmed was registered to Mark Lewis, slowed down behind him.

He drove up the long driveway and saw that the garage door was open, and that Melissa's car was in the garage. He shut off his car and got out. A quick glance toward the highway told him Lewis was still there, and that Greg Atkinson's truck was there, too, some distance behind Lewis. Then he started to walk around his car, as if he were going into the house. He reached inside his coat, slipped out his gun, and held it under his jacket.

"Hey, Ash Man," a soft voice said from inside the garage.

"Gotcha," Martin replied, recognizing his son's voice. He wasn't disappointed Martin, Jr. was there. He'd have been surprised if he wasn't. Then the breezeway door opened and Ann and Melissa walked out. The fact that Ann was there did surprise him.

"Hi, Dad," Melissa said, starting toward him.

"Hello, Martin," Ann said. She started toward him, too.

Melissa walked over and gave her father a one-armed hug and kiss on the cheek. Ann hugged and kissed him, too. Then they heard the sound of a roaring engine. The three people turned in time to see Mark Lewis' car racing down the driveway toward them.

"Be cool! Hold your positions!" Martin yelled, tensing up. He flipped the safety off his gun with his thumb. With his free hand, he pushed Ann behind him.

Mark Lewis's car screeched to a halt inches from the back of Martin's car and the wild-eyed man emerged. He lifted his hand and the three people standing in front of the house realized he had a gun in it.

"Now, Dad?" Melissa whispered.

"Not yet," Martin replied. He kept his gaze focused on the man who'd gotten out of the car. "We've been expecting you, Mr. Lewis," he said evenly. "Why don't you put your gun down before you get hurt?"

"I'm going to kill all of you!" Mark Lewis screamed. "You're all dead!"

"Why would you want to do something like that, Mr. Lewis?" Martin asked.

Ann stood behind Martin, stunned and amazed by what she saw happening. How could Martin be so cool? Couldn't he see how crazy Mark Lewis was?

"Because...because...she's mine!" Mark screamed. "If...if I can't have her...nobody else will!"

"Calm down, Mr. Lewis," Martin said. "Are you referring to Ann Wallin by any chance?"

"Who the fuck do you think I'm fucking referring to?" the crazed man screamed. "What are you, fucking stupid?"

"Mr. Lewis," Martin continued, "Since you say you're going to kill us anyhow, would you mind telling me something?" His eyes were locked on the man with the gun, but his peripheral vision showed him that Greg Atkinson, and three other police officers, had pulled into the driveway and had taken up safe positions behind their vehicles. Lewis was so focused on the people in front of the house he hadn't heard the other police officers arrive.

"What do you want to know?" Lewis yelled. He was confused. The man should be scared. All of them should be. He was going to kill them. But only Ann looked scared. Ann's neighbor and the red-haired young woman standing next to Ann were watching him carefully and didn't look scared at all.

"What did you do to Lonnie Ames?" Martin asked.

Lewis emitted the weirdest laugh any of the people there had ever heard. "I fixed his ass good," he replied. "I set him up to get busted and fired from the store. That wasn't enough, though. I really got him last night."

"Did you run him off the road last night, Mr. Lewis?" Martin asked. "Is that what you did?"

The eerie cackle erupted from Lewis again. "Yeah, I sure as hell did," he said, "Up on Route 11. You shoulda heard what it sounded like when that old junk truck of his rolled down that bank."

Martin heard Ann emit a soft moan. "Now!" he said, and pulled his gun out from under his coat.

"Ann! Down!" Melissa yelled. She raised her gun, too.

Ann dropped to the ground and laid there, trembling with fear.

"Mark Lewis, you're under arrest!" Martin said, his voice resonant with authority. "Drop the gun and get on the ground!"

"Noooooo!" Lewis yelled. He didn't know what was happening. Who were these people? Why did they have guns? He saw a bulky man in a tan uniform step out of the house.

"State Patrol, Lewis," Bill Wilson yelled, pointing his gun at the man. "Drop the gun and get on the ground!"

"Nooooo!" Mark Lewis yelled again. This wasn't the way this was supposed to be! He saw motion in the garage and realized there was a uniformed man in there, too. He had a gun, just like the others. What was happening here? Where had all these cops come from?

"Drop the gun! Get on the ground!" Bill yelled again.

"You can't do this!" Lewis yelled. He looked around. Where was Ann?

"On the ground! Drop the gun!"

Lewis started to turn. The last command had come from behind him. Were there more police officers there? He was trapped! He'd admitted what he'd done to Lonnie to the police. He'd go to jail! "Nooooo! You won't do this to me!" he screamed. He turned and his eyes fell on Ann's neighbor. It was all his fault! He must have set this up! He tightened his finger on the trigger. Even if he was killed, he'd at least keep Ann from being with her neighbor!

Martin, Jr. saw the man's finger tightening no the trigger. "He's gonna shoot!" he yelled, and squeezed the trigger on his riot gun.

Lying on the ground, Ann heard Mark Lewis' wild ranting and the police officers yelling at him to drop his gun and get on the ground. Then, suddenly, a series of loud explosions made her jump and she realized the officers were shooting. The clamor of shots seemed to last forever, but probably only took seconds, then, suddenly, there was silence.

"Melissa, get Ann inside!" Martin yelled. Holding their guns steady on the downed Mark Lewis, he and Bill started to carefully advance toward the spot where they had last seen the madman. He could see his son emerging from the garage, too, moving in the same direction. Marty was still holding his shotgun to his shoulder.

Melissa helped Ann to her feet and ushered her back into the breezeway. "What...what's happening?" she asked the girl. "Is...is anyone hurt? Is...is Martin all right?"

"Dad's fine," Melissa said, her voice quavering. "That Lewis guy went down."

"Is...is he...is he..." Ann stammered.

"Probably," Melissa replied.

"608 to Lincoln," Bill Wilson said into his portable radio as they approached the fallen suspect, "We have shots fired. The suspect is down. Respond an ambulance, a commander, and Investigative Services Division."

"Copy, 608," the dispatcher replied. "You have shots fired, a suspect down. You want an ambulance, a commander, and ISD. Any officers hurt?"

"Negative," Bill replied. "Just the bad guy."

Mark Lewis lay on the ground next to his car in a widening pool of blood. Marty Flannigan kicked the gun away from the man's lifeless hand while Martin bent down and felt for a pulse in the man's neck. He looked up at the officers standing in a circle around him and shook his head, then he stood up and shoved his pistol back into his shoulder holster. The other officers started holstering their guns, too.

"Cuff him anyhow, Marty," Bill said. That was State Patrol policy. It might look weird to outsiders for officers to be handcuffing a dead man, but more than one officer had been injured by suspects they thought were disabled, even dead.

While his son clamped handcuffs on Mark Lewis's lifeless wrists, Martin turned and started toward the house.

When Martin walked into the breezeway, Ann ran into his arms and hugged him fiercely. "Is...is...Mark...is he...?" she stammered.

"He'll never bother you again," Martin said. He looked at his daughter. "How are you, honey?"

"I guess I'll be OK," Melissa replied. "I...I never fired my gun at anyone before."

"Me, either," Martin replied. "We'll talk about it some more once the investigation's done, OK?"

"I think the department's got some kind of protocol for stuff like this," Melissa said, "the Patrol does, I know."

"Martin...Mark...he...he said something about running Lonnie off the road," Ann murmured. "What...what was that all about?"

"Sometime last night, he forced the boy off Route 11 just outside Jamestown," Martin said. "That's why I was coming up here today...to tell you."

"Lonnie, how...how is he?" Ann asked, once more in the grip of cold fear. She had to know how badly being her friend had damaged Lonnie, even though she dreaded knowing.

"He's in a coma in the Trauma Center, in critical condition," Martin said. "They got him out of the truck and to the hospital just in time."

"Is...is he going to be all right?" Ann asked, as tears ran down her cheeks.

"I don't know," Martin said. "When I left the hospital this morning, the doctor told me they'd know for sure in twenty-four hours."

"Martin, can...can you take me back to...to Jamestown so...so I-I can...can see him?" Ann sobbed.

"Sure," Martin replied, experiencing disappointment. Maybe he was being foolish feeling about Ann the way he did. "It may be a while, though. We're going to have to answer a lot of questions from a lot of people first. It's always a mess when there's a police-involved shooting. Even if it's a good one."

"Dad, you and I need to talk," Melissa said. She saw the sad look that formed on her father's face when Ann asked him to take her to Jamestown to see Lonnie. She and her father were close enough so she knew exactly what he was thinking, and she had to let him know he was wrong. He needed someone like Ann, and even more important, Ann needed him, even though she wasn't willing to admit that yet. "I'm going to get Marty to come in and stay with Ann, then you and I are going to take a walk and have a little talk."

"Honey, can't this wait?" Martin asked. "We...we can talk after all this has settled down."

"We're going to talk now," Melissa said firmly. "I don't think this can wait." She went outside and sent her brother in. After she did that, she told Bill she and her Dad were going to take a little walk and would be back in time to talk with the ISD investigators.

Martin came out of the house, walked over to his daughter, and they started down the driveway. "What's so important it can't wait?" he asked. "Is this about what just happened?"

"No," Melissa said. "It's about Ann. And you."

"What about Ann?" Martin asked.

"There are some things about her you need to know," Melissa said. "She isn't about to tell you, so I guess I better."

"What?" her father asked.

"Well..." Melissa began, "she and I were up most of last night talking, and she told me..."



She Tries To Forget Ch. 23



Passion in James County XVI

It was almost four hours before Ann and Martin finally were able to get on the road headed back to Jamestown. Ann was exhausted, and even though there were a million questions she wanted to ask Martin, she never got to. They weren't even on the Interstate before she was sound asleep.

Martin glanced over at the sleeping woman as he drove. "I wish I'd known what Melissa told me about Ann a long time ago," he thought. "Maybe...maybe if I'd known, none of this mess would have happened. Maybe I could have done something to keep it from happening."

As he drove along, he kept thinking about what his daughter had told him about Ann's life and tried to figure out some way he could let her know that he knew, and that it didn't matter to him. "I've got to do something," he told himself, "If I don't, I'm going to lose her. And I haven't felt like this since...since Marie died. And, dammit, she needs me, too, even if she doesn't know that yet."

Martin finally pulled into the parking lot of University Medical Center and found a parking space. He looked over at Ann, who was still sound asleep. Her face was relaxed and showed none of the stress she had been under. "God, she's beautiful!" he thought. "Ann...wake up," he said softly.

Ann started, then she opened her eyes and looked around. "Where...where are we?" she asked.

"We're at the hospital," Martin said. "I thought maybe you'd like to stop in and see how Lonnie is before you go home."

Ann stretched, yawned, and nodded. "I-I guess so," she replied. "Did I sleep all the way back?"

"Like a baby," Martin replied. "Face it, lady, you had a pretty rough day."

"But you did, too," she said. "And you had a lot less sleep than I did. How do you do it?"

Martin grinned. "There are those who would say I'm too dumb to know I'm tired," he replied.

"I don't think you're dumb," Ann said. "You saved my life today." She was tickled to see the sheepish look and blush her comment brought to Martin's face.

"Ah...come on, let's go in and see how Lonnie's doing," Martin said.

They got out of the car and went into the hospital. Lonnie's mother was sitting in the waiting room outside the Intensive Care Unit. She looked up when they walked in. Recognition showed in her eyes and she smiled. "Captain Flannigan," she exclaimed, "I'm so glad you stopped by. The doctor was in a little while ago. He said it looks like Lonnie's going to be just fine."

"I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Ames," Martin told the bulky, graying, pleasant-faced woman. "Mrs. Ames, this is Ann Wallin, she worked with Lonnie at the store."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ames," Ann said. "And I'm so glad to hear Lonnie's going to be all right."

"Lonnie has mentioned you," Mrs. Ames said while she shook Ann's hand. "Actually, I think he has a crush on you." She turned to Martin. "And you, Captain Flannigan, that nice lady state trooper who was here told me Lonnie wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you."

Martin saw Ann's look of interest and felt his face getting hot. "Mrs. Ames," he said, "I really didn't do anything all that special. Really, I was just doing my job."

"That's not what the trooper told me," Mrs. Ames replied. "She said you went down that horrible bank in the dark and pulled Lonnie out of the truck when it was burning. She said if you hadn't done what you did, Lonnie probably would have burned to death in the truck." She walked to Martin, put her arms around him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You saved my son's life. I don't know how to repay you."

"You don't have to repay me," Martin replied. "Knowing that Lonnie's going to be all right is thanks enough."

"I'd tell you to go in and see Lonnie," Mrs. Ames said, "but they have such silly rules here. Only family can visit, and then only for ten minutes out of the hour."

"That's all right, Mrs. Ames," Martin said. "I can stop back some other time. After all, I'd never met your son before last night, so he wouldn't know who I was if I did walk in."

"I'll stop by some other time, too," Ann said.

"You do that," Mrs. Ames said. "Thank you both so much for stopping."

"See?" Martin said as he and Ann walked down the hall, "Sometimes things do work out, don't they?"

"Why didn't you tell me you saved Lonnie's life?" Ann asked. "I didn't know you went on calls like that. I thought you were an arson detective or something."

"The call came in when I was getting off the highway on my way home from taking you up to Melissa's last night," he explained. "I was close so I went. And I'm no damn hero. I was just doing my job."

"Yeah, right," Ann said.

They got back in Martin's car and he headed for home. "What happens now?" he mused as he drove. "Where do Ann and I go from here? Do we go anywhere, other than home?"



She Tries To Forget Ch. 24



Passion in James County XVIr

Martin pulled into his driveway and shut the car off. "Well," he said, "We're finally home. You want to come in for a cup of coffee before you go home?"

"Why don't you come over to my house for coffee?" Ann asked. "After all you've done for me the last couple of days, the least I can do is make you coffee."

"OK," Martin said. He didn't care whose house they had coffee in, he just didn't want to leave Ann before he and she had a chance to talk. "I accept your invitation. But I have to make a call first. Do you mind?"

"No, that's all right," Ann replied.

They got out of the car and Martin got Ann's suitcase out of the trunk. She took it and started across the lawn to her house while he went into his house to make the phone call he had to make.

Ann unlocked and, feeling a little anxious, went inside her house. She put her suitcase in her bedroom, then she went to the kitchen to make coffee for them.

Martin was sitting on the sofa in the living room when Ann finished making the coffee and walked into the living room carrying two steaming cups on a tray. She saw the way Martin was looking at her and felt funny inside. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her like that. Not even Lonnie had looked at her the way Martin did. His gaze was a mixture of caring and adoration and it made her feel as if she were someone really special.

But she couldn't accept the look. "Don' t fool yourself," she cautioned herself, "He wouldn't be looking at you like that if he knew the truth about you."

Ann put the tray down on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa, too. She was near Martin, yet not too close. She wasn't sure what to do or say at this point. How do you thank someone for risking their life to save yours?

Martin picked up one of the cups and sipped it. "This is flavored coffee, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, it's French Vanilla," Ann replied. "Do you...do you like it? It...it was all I had." She sipped some of her coffee.

Martin nodded and said, "It's...it's very good." He sipped a little more.

"I-I can't believe all this...is...is finally over," Ann said.

"Well, it is, and I'm damn glad of it," Martin said.

"I-I don't know how...to...to thank you, Martin...," Ann said. "I..."

"Ann, you don't need to thank me," he replied. "You needed help and it was help I could provide, that's all."

"Martin, can I ask you something personal?" Ann said.

Her neighbor looked at her and nodded, "I suppose," he said, "provided I don't have to answer if I think it's too personal."

"Why...why didn't you...you get remarried after your wife died?" she asked.

Martin shrugged. "I guess I never found anyone I wanted to marry," he said. "It sure wasn't the kids. They've been bugging me to get remarried for years." He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Now that you've had your personal question answered, can I ask you one?"

Ann looked a little frightened, but she nodded.

"Ann, why didn't you remarry?" he asked.

Ann felt faint, as if someone had hit her on the head with a hammer. He knew! How did he know? Had Melissa told him? What was she going to do? "I...ah...Martin...I..." she stammered.

"Ann, Melissa told me everything you told her the other night," Martin said. "I know she promised you she wouldn't, but she thought it was important that I know, because she figured out something I didn't even know."

"What...what did she figure...out?" Ann asked. She was still stunned that he knew those things about her.

"Melissa figured out that I was falling in love with you," he said, "Actually, I probably already have."

Ann shook her head. "Oh, God, Martin! N...no...no...you...you can't do that," she murmured. "You..."

"Ann, you aren't responsible for the death of your husband and son," Martin said. "Don't you think it's time you stop punishing yourself for something you had no control over?"

"How...how could I not be responsible? I-I was driving the...the car..." Ann stammered. "I-I caused the wreck. If I...if..."

"Melissa had Bill check," Martin said. "The State Patrol officer who investigated the crash believed it was caused because you were blinded by the sun and because of poor road design."

Ann shook her head. "N...no...I...I was going to fast," she said, "I-I must have...have been, otherwise...the police they...they don't know what happened..."

"Did you know the Patrol had one of their accident reconstruction teams re-create the crash?" Martin asked.

Ann hugged herself, looked down at the floor, and shook her head. "I-I didn't...I didn't know that," she murmured. "Why did...did they...do that?"

"Mainly because the trooper who investigated the crash in the first place requested it," Martin said. "And also because it was a double fatality. I happen to know the head of the Patrol's crash reconstruction team. He's the best crash investigator in the state, maybe in this part of the country. I just called him and asked him about your wreck. He told me they used a car just like the one you had then, and they did it at exactly the same time of day. Their findings concurred with what the trooper who did the original investigation believed. They are positive the crash was caused by a combination of poor road design - the curve was banked the wrong way - and sunlight affecting the driver's vision. Both the initial report, and the reconstruction team's report state clearly that evidence shows you were going well under the speed limit."

"But...but if I hadn't..." Ann stammered.

"But nothing, Ann," Martin said. "You've been punishing yourself and you didn't do anything wrong. It was an accident, Ann. I know it was tragic, and I know it caused you tremendous loss and pain, but it wasn't your fault."

Ann struggled with what Martin had told her. Was it possible it could be true? Why would he have told her all those things if they weren't true?

Martin didn't know what to make of her reaction, so he stood up. "I-I guess I better go," he said.

Ann jumped to her feet. "Why?" she asked.

"I-I shouldn't have brought any of this up," he said. "All I've done is upset you, and I didn't want to do that. I-I thought, maybe, telling you what really happened might help but I-I guess I was wrong." He started for the door. "Ann, I-I'm sorry."

Ann desperately tried to figure out a way to keep him from leaving. She didn't want him to leave. "Wait!" she called. "Please, Martin, don't...don't go...not...not now... I..."

He kept walking, getting closer and closer to the door.

"Martin, you...you said you loved me," Ann said, her voice almost a whisper.

Martin stopped. "I..." he stammered. He turned bright red and looked at the floor. "I-I'm sorry about that. It...it just kind of slipped out."

"How could you?" she asked. "Love me, I mean? You...you don't even know me."

"I've lived next door to you for over a year now, and we've talked a lot in that time, haven't we?" Martin responded. "And even if it weren't for that, it isn't hard to love you. You're so lovely. And...well, I can't explain it, really. I..." Red-faced, he stared at his hands.

"Nobody's cared about me the way you have in a long, long time," Ann whispered. "You've done things for me, without expecting anything in return"

His hand went to the doorknob.

"Martin Flannigan, don't you dare leave me!" Ann said, surprising herself with how strong her voice sounded.

Martin turned around and looked at her. He had a surprised look on his face.

"Do...do you really want to leave?" she asked, her voice husky. She was trembling.

Martin stared at her, and she saw him gulp, as if he couldn't get his breath.

Ann repeated her question. "Do you really want to leave?"

He shook his head slowly.

"I'm going in there," Ann nodded toward the bedroom. "I'd...I'd like you to..." She turned and walked into her bedroom. She had no idea where she'd gotten the nerve to do what she'd just done. Would Martin follow her? She heard a clicking noise, like the latch on her door. Had he left? Or was it the sound of the door locking?

Ann stared at the doorway. Was Martin still in her house? Her heart felt as if it was hammering against her ribs. She began taking her clothes off and as she did, she glanced at the bedroom doorway. What she saw gave her a thrill. Martin was there, staring at her, his chest heaving, his face red, gasping for breath.

"Ann...I-I..." Martin stammered. He shook his head as if he was trying to clear it.

"Martin, please come and make love with me," Ann whispered. For the first time since her husband's death, she'd found a man she was willing to allow herself to care about, and who she wanted to make love with, not just have sex with.

He nodded.

"I-I want to make love with you, Martin," Ann said. She realized wanted him more desperately than she'd wanted anyone in a long, long time. She had to know what making love with him would feel like. She looked at him. He was trembling! He was as nervous as she was, maybe more!

She walked across the room to where Martin stood, reached out, and laid her hand gently against his cheek. "Are you as nervous as I am?" she whispered.

Martin nodded and said, "Yes. It's been a long time. What...what if...if I-I can't...can't perform? What if...?"

"Don't worry," Ann said. She too his hand, lead him to the bed, sat down and pulled him down next to her.

Martin reached out and slid his hand lightly over her shoulder and down her arm. Ann shuddered. His touch felt different. She wasn't sure why, but it was wonderful!

Carefully, his touch gentler than anything Ann had ever experienced, Martin explored her lithe body and shiver after shiver of joy swept through her. She laid back on the bed while his explorations continued Murmurs of pleasure began coming from her as his hands moved over her.

"Oh, God, Martin, that feels so wonderful!" she exclaimed when his warm hands slid onto her breasts. She could feel her nipples extending, shooting tingles of delight into her. She arched her back and moaned while his fingers teased and stroked her rigid nipples. This was so fantastic!

Martin caressed her breasts for a long, long time, leaving her gasping and breathless, then his hands moved down her body, leaving trails of tingling nerves wherever they ventured. Ann couldn't imagine why he was worried about not being good for her. He was incredible! Other men had made her feel good, a few had even given her ecstasy, but no man had ever made her feel like this! She was so turned on she could hardly think straight!

Now he was stroking her legs! How could a man as big and strong as he was have such a gentle touch? It was almost as if he were touching her with feathers instead of his fingers. She continued to writhe and moan as he paid homage to her.

When she could get her eyes to focus, Ann studied Martin's face. He was so intent! The look in his eyes was so...so caring! She couldn't remember the last time a man had looked at her like he was! Even Lonnie wasn't as loving or caring.

"Please! Please!" Ann begged, and reached for him. "Martin...please! I-I want you! I need you!" She wanted to feel his body on top of hers, to feel his hard penis deep inside her. She wanted that more than she'd ever wanted anything!

Martin stood up and took off his clothes, looking a bit embarrassed by the fact that Ann watched him do it. Then she saw his erection jutting out in front of him, a massive, fleshy wand, its purple head slick and shiny. He moved toward the bed, then Ann felt it move as he laid down on it. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her and, with a groan of joy, she pressed her body against his. She could feel the slick tip of his engorged rod as it slid up between their bodies. The kiss was heavenly! Deep, wonderful feelings swept through her.

Martin found it difficult to believe this was happening. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman, and even longer since he'd been with one he really cared for. And Ann was far lovelier than any woman he'd known in years! He'd dreamed what making love with her would be like, but now that her warm, lean body was pressed against his, he realized his dreams were nothing compared to the reality of the woman in his arms!

"Take me, Martin! Please!" Ann urged when the kiss ended. She rolled onto her back and pulled at him. Then he moved on top of her and his bulk covered her and pressed her down and heat radiated into her from his warm skin. He shifted his hips and Ann was startled to feel him sliding into her, stretching her open, filling her.

"God! Yes! Oh, yes!" she groaned, clutching at his back.

Martin was experiencing such powerful sensations he was afraid he'd come, so he laid, unmoving, atop Ann for quite a while.

Ann studied his face. It was red and he seemed to be having trouble keeping himself under control.

"It...it f...feels too...too good!" Martin moaned. "I'm too close!"

"That's all right, darling," Ann said and kissed him.

Martin began moving powerful and lovely feelings began suffusing Ann. As his swollen shaft slowly slid in and out of her, she knew pleasure, but a kind of pleasure she couldn't recall ever experiencing before. She was puzzled. This was different. She wasn't sure how, but it was.

Martin, as aroused as he'd ever been in his life, pushed himself up on straightened arms and kept pressing himself into Ann and grinding his pelvis against hers. He had no idea how he was managing to keep from coming, because it felt so good!

Ann knew she wouldn't be able to take much more. This was too sweet, too overpowering. "I-I can't...can't wait! Oh, Martin, I can't wait!" she moaned, then her body went into wracking spasms of joy. "Martin! Oh, God! Oh, God! Martin! Take me! Take me! Please! Please! I-I can't wait! I-I'm ahh! Ahhh! Uhhh! Uhh! Uhhh!" Her hands raked his back, her bodythrashed against his as orgasm blossomed in her. It was absolutely perfect!

"Uhhh! Yes! Yes!" Martin groaned when his hot juices spewed into her. "Ann, Oh, God, Ann!"

"More! Oh, God! I'm coming! More! I'm coming more! Yes! Yes!" Ann cried, surprised to feel another orgasm building on the first, shaking her even more.

After it was over, Martin held her gently in his arms.

Ann felt sated, and more. She felt a completeness after their joining that she hadn't felt in a very long time. Tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

"Ann, why are you crying?" Martin asked, his voice gentle.

"I'm crying because I'm happy!" Ann replied. She kissed him and kissed him again. "I haven't felt this wonderful in so long."

"Was...was I good for you?" Martin asked.

"I-I've never felt like this, ever!" Ann said and kissed him some more. "It...it was...it was wonderful!"

"I-I'm glad." He tightened his arms and pulled her even closer.

Ann wriggled against him, trying to get nearer, wishing she could absorb his body into hers. "I-I love you, Martin Flannigan," she said, "I love you!"

"I love you, too, Ann, I guess I have a lot longer than I realized I did," Martin replied. He kissed her, then his hands returned to her breasts.

When Martin began caressing her breasts again, Ann felt such intense pleasure flooding through her that she was afraid she'd faint from sheer joy. "Why does it feel so wonderful when you touch me?" she murmured.

"Maybe it's because I love you," Martin replied. He leaned over her and began planting kisses all over her chest. In turn, he took each of her tender nipples into his mouth, his tongue and lips drawing each bud out to full, swollen, tingling harness.

"Oh, darling!" Ann moaned, "God, I love that!" Her body was trembling with need. As his lips and tongue teased her breasts, his hand slid across her smooth belly and through her soft, curly pubic hair. "Yes! Oh, Martin, yes!" she moaned, her hips lifting, offering her body to his touch.

His lips began gliding down the satiny smooth under slopes of her breasts, building thrill upon incredible thrill. Her hips rolled and strained, seeking more of his touch.

"Oh! Oh, Martin!" she murmured, "You're so gentle! How can you be so gentle?"

Martin heard her cries of joy, and continued his ever-so-gentle exploration of her body. His need was every bit as great as it had been before their first session of love-making, but his control was better now that he'd come once. He tongued her navel, bringing a gasp of delight from her.

"Oh, Martin, darling, you're making me crazy!" Ann cried. "Don't...don't ever stop!"

Martin had no intention of stopping. He was once more as aroused on as he had ever been. Ann's body was so ravishing and she was so responsive that every time he touched her, it thrilled him more.

"I need you so badly," he told her, "you are exquisite!"

"I-I'm glad you think so," Ann murmured. "Oh! Ohhh!" The moans were forced from her when his fingers began an exploration of her soaked vagina, parting the sensitive lips, sliding between them. An explosion of bliss shook her when his probing fingers moved over her clit. "Ah! Darling! That's wonderful! Oh, darling! Darling!" she cried.

His hands and lips continued their gentle explorations, driving her still wilder.

"Please! Please, Martin!" she begged, able to wait no more, "I want you! Martin! Martin! Take me! Please! Take me!"

Thrilled by Ann's urgent pleas, Martin slid on top of her. He felt her reach between them and guide his throbbing, erect shaft into her.

"Yes! Yes!" Ann murmured ardently. Her hips rose off the bed, her hot, pulsing vagina engulfed his descending cock, filling her, giving her the most wonderful feelings. "That's what I need! Darling! Darling!"

Slowly, deeply embedded in her exquisite body, Martin began to move. The clasping walls of her vagina caused painfully sweet sensations to rip through him as he slid it in and out of her. He was excited beyond belief. He couldn't stand moving this slowly any more, his body overpowered his mind and he began moving more and more rapidly.

"Yes! Yes! Darling, yes!" Ann groaned, "Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm going to...I'm...I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Her spasms and quivers drew Martin with her. "Ann! Oh, God, Ann! Uhh! Uhhh!" he moaned. The exhilarating sensations of orgasm washed over him from head to toe and his penis emptied a powerful shower of his hot fluids into her writhing body.

After their second joining was over, Martin and Ann lay naked in his bed, still flushed with the afterglow of the wonderful union they'd shared. Martin couldn't keep his hands off Ann. His fingers moved softly on her breasts, teasing a semi-hard nipple.

Ann squirmed as Martin's feather-light caress sent new tingles of delight through her. Martin kissed her. She returned the kiss and pressed her body against his. His hands slid around her, then ran lightly up and down the skin of her back, causing thrills to penetrate deep into her.

"Oh! Uh! Ah! Ahhhhh!" Ann moaned. She trembled and gasped with joy as his seeking, searching hands glided over her, his touch so incredibly light and wonderful it almost made her cry. Martin kept going, kissing down her neck, onto her chest. Her body strained upward, offering her breasts to his maddeningly wonderful caresses. "Yes! Oh, yes!" she groaned as his lips moved up the slope of one fleshy globe, teasing, tickling, then engulfing the re-erected tip. She experienced a flood of tingling, electric sensations.

Martin's lips moved downward, from her breasts across her quaking body. His hands began stroking her legs while his lips traveled down her slender body, then she experienced a bright explosion of incredible bliss when his mouth covered her pulsing vagina and his tongue began lashing her clit and probing into her quivering hole.

"Martin! Oh, God, Martin!" she cried. Sweet sensations filled her, so intense she was afraid she'd come. He seemed to sense that and backed off, kissing and licking the less-sensitive skin surrounding her vagina, stroking her legs. He maintained her high level of excitement, but held her there, at the very brink of bliss. Her hips writhed and rose and fell as he loved her.




She Tries To Forget Ch. 24



Ann wasn't the only one hovering at the limits of control. The feel of her, the sounds of passion escaping her mouth, and her taste had all combined to have Martin, too, teetering at the edge of orgasm once again. He'd denied himself too long, and Ann was too lovely. He raised his head from between her slim, smooth legs, then climbed between them. He lowered his hips and as if drawn by an irresistible force, his erection slid into her.

"I need you, Martin! I need you!" Ann cried, grabbing at his muscular back. "It feels so wonderful when you're in me!"

Wildly they thrashed, bucking, writhing, their pubic bones banging together, sensation upon sensation exploding out of their joined centers, radiating out into their bodies, flowing back and forth. It was as if they'd fused into one pulsing, seeking, sensual carnal entity.

"Take me, Martin! Please! Please!" Ann begged, about to come. "Please! I want to feel you come with me! Please! Please! Yes! Yes! God! God! Oh, God! I...I can't stop myself! Oh, God! It's...It's happening! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, darling, yes!"

"Ann! I love you!" Martin cried, his body going rigid, his eruption so intense he could feel it from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair. "Ann! Ann! Oh, God!"

His passion spent, Martin held himself over her for a second, then he rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms, loving the way her body snuggled against his.

"Is...is all this real?" Ann murmured as she nuzzled Martin's chest, "or is this just some kind of wonderful dream?"

Martin kissed her long and hard. Holding her face in his strong hands, he said, "If I didn't think this was real, I wouldn't be here. I am in love with you, I need you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I know there's no way I can live without you."

Thrilled by his words, Ann clung to him, tears of joy welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. Never, in her whole life, had she felt this wonderful. "I love you, too, Martin" she said softly. "And...and...I want to be with you always."

They lay like that, holding each other, for a long time, not talking, just enjoying the comfort of having the other's body pressed against theirs.

After resting a while, Martin pulled Ann into his arms and again they kissed. This time it was his turn to express something that had been bothering him. "You know," he said tentatively, "there is a considerable difference in our ages..."

Ann opened her mouth, as if to say something, but Martin laid a finger on her lips, silencing her. "I know what you're going to say," he continued, "but it's something we need to consider, don't you think?"

Ann kissed him. "I don't think you're old at all," she said, "You are kind, considerate, and wonderful." She paused and smiled. "And you're also the best lover I've ever had. I want you! I want to be with you forever, no matter what!" She kissed him passionately and snuggled against him. Cuddled together, they dozed off in each other's arms. 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 25



Passion in James County XVI

When Ann awakened the next morning she looked over, saw Martin lying next to her, sound asleep, snoring softly, and smiled as she remembered what had taken place between them the night before. She carefully pulled down the covers, exposing his body to the morning sunlight.

Moving gently so she wouldn't awaken Martin, Ann got to her knees, bent over his middle, and carefully took his limp penis in her mouth. It felt funny at first because it was so soft and floppy, but that condition didn't last long. As her mouth worked on the limp shaft, it swelled and grew, and began filling her mouth. Soon the fleshy rod stood proudly, gleaming with wetness. As she moved her head up and down over the swollen shaft, she felt a hand slide lightly over her bare back.

"Good...morning, Ann," Martin whispered.

Ann would have answered him, but her parents had taught her never to talk with her mouth full, and right then it was full of Martin's throbbing, swollen javelin. She loved the effect she was having on him, loved knowing she had the ability to excite a man, and even more, she loved the fact that she was making love to a man she loved and who loved her. As she worked on Martin's cock, she discovered that what she was doing to him was arousing her almost as much as it appeared to be arousing him.

As she knelt next to Martin, her head moving up and down on his swollen rod, he reached under her and fondled one of her breasts. He began rolling the hardening nipple back and forth between his thumb and finger and pulling on it gently. Intense delight rocked her as he touched her.

She stopped sucking Martin and moved so she was sitting astride his legs. Then she slid up, grasped his hard-on, and moved it between her moist labia. It was kind of like using a living dildo, and she loved it.

"My God, Ann!" Martin breathed, "You have the most wonderful way of waking a guy up I could think of!"

"If you think that was great, what do you think of this?" Ann asked. She raised her hips, centered him on her moist opening, then she slowly lowered herself onto his massive spear.

"Ahh!" Unison groans of joy came from them as their super-sensitive organs joined.

Martin clutched Ann's breasts and began to tease both nipples, sending pin pricks of delight shooting deep into her body.

"My God, Ann! You're incredible!" he said when she began to rock her hips.

Ann loved moving on him like this. It made his erection whip around inside her, lashing her insides into a frenzy of fabulous sensation.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Martin groaned. His whole body shook. He slid his hands down, clutched her buttocks, and drove himself into her powerfully; then he came, spewing his hot, creamy sauce up into her.

"Whaa?!" Ann cried when she felt her own orgasm blossoming, "My God! My God! Oh, Martin! Oh, Martin! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"

The eruption of her orgasm took Ann by surprise. She'd been so intent on pleasuring Martin, she hadn't realized how turned on she was, and her release was stunning, unexpected, and wonderful.

When, at last, it was over, Ann lay forward on Martin and kissed him.

"That was beautiful!" he whispered in her ear. "Ann Wallin, I love you!"

"Mmm!" Ann replied, hugging him. "I love you, too, Martin Flannigan."

Later, they disentangled themselves, showered, and got dressed. Ann was surprised to find that Martin had breakfast ready when she walked into her kitchen.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked as they sat at the table eating.

"I don't know," Ann said. "I suppose I should check at the store and see if I still have a job. And I want to stop by the hospital and see Lonnie, too." She looked across the table at Martin. "Does...does it bother you...my wanting to see him?"

"Should it?" he asked. A tiny kernel of jealousy still remained in his mind.

Ann shook her head. "I love you, Martin," she said. "Although that's probably going to take a little getting used to. I'm not used to this, and it may take a while to..."

"You don't have to explain," he said, "I understand."

"But Lonnie," Ann said softly. She could see from the look on Martin's face that talking about the young man bothered him. "You have to understand," she said, "Lonnie...he...he was a friend to me when nobody else would be one. And being my friend did have a pretty high price."

"Ann, what happened to him wasn't your fault," Martin said. "Mark Lewis is responsible for what happened to Lonnie, not you."

"I know, but...well I feel ashamed of what I allowed to happen between Lonnie and me," Ann said. "I-I knew from the beginning that...that I didn't love him. It bothers me that I-I was just using him the way...the way I-I'd been used, you know?"

Martin reached across the table and took her hand. "I know," he said.

"I guess I feel as if I owe him some sort of explanation, anyhow," Ann continued. "I have to tell him that...that I'm sorry, and that...that...about us."

"You want me to drive you to the hospital?" Martin asked.

"Do you want to?" Ann asked.

"I don't want to let you out of my sight," Martin said. "Ever."

Ann felt herself blushing. "That could make it hard for us to work," she said.

"Maybe I'll retire again," Martin said. "My retirement income is enough so you wouldn't have to work, either."

"Martin, that's sweet," Ann said, "but I know how much you love your job, and you're good at it. I'm not sure I want to be a clerk in a department store for the rest of my life, but I think I'd like to be a productive member of society. Do you understand?"

Martin nodded. "I-I guess I was just being silly," he said softly. "It's been a long time since I've had to deal with having a woman in my life." He smiled. "I think I'm going to have a great time learning, thought. What time do you want to get going? I need to go home and get changed before we go anywhere."

"Why don't you go do that, then," Ann said. "We can leave whenever you're ready. I think I'd like to stop at the store first, then go to the hospital."

"Your wish is my command," Martin said, grinning.

A half-hour later, Martin pulled up in front of the store where Ann worked. When the car stopped, he turned and smiled at her. "How do you feel about going in after all that's happened?" he asked. There had been considerable press coverage of the case, so it was unlikely there was anyone in the store who didn't know what happened to Mark Lewis, or why.

"I'm terrified," Ann said. "I have no idea what people are going to say, or how they're going to act."

"You want me to come in?" Martin asked.

Ann shook her head. "I guess this is something I have to do on my own," she said.

Martin smiled. "Well, if anyone gives you too much crap," he said, "come out and get me, and come in and I'll whup 'em for you."

Ann smiled reached over, and laid her hand on his arm. "You are an incredibly sweet man, do you know that?"

Martin turned bright red.

Ann got out of the car and went in the store. Martin moved his car to a parking spot where he could watch the door, and sat there, waiting.

When Ann came out of the store about an hour later, wearing a somewhat dazed look. Martin started the car and drove to the front of the store to pick her up. "What's up?" he asked after she slid into the car and shut the door.

"The district manager he...he..." Ann stammered, shaking her head.

"He what?" Martin asked. He started across the store parking lot, headed for the hospital.

"He...he said they want me...want me to...to take...to take..." Ann continued.

"Honey, what are you trying to say?" Martin asked. "Do they want you to take time off, is that it?"

Ann shook her head. "No...not that..." she said, "they want me to...to be...to be the...the store manager!"

"Of this store?" Martin asked. "They want you to take Lewis's place?"

Ann nodded.

"That's great, honey," Martin said.

Their next stop was University Medical Center. After Martin parked his car in the lot, he and Ann went inside. They went to the reception desk and learned that Lonnie had been moved out of the Intensive Care Unit to a regular room, then they got in the elevator.

"You want to do this alone, too?" Martin asked Ann as the elevator started rising.

Ann nodded. "Considering what I need to tell Lonnie, I think it might be better if you weren't standing there," she said.

Martin took Lonnie's mother for coffee so the young man and Ann could talk.

Ann walked into Lonnie's room. She saw a smile appear on his face when she did and felt bad. He wouldn't be smiling when she finished telling him what she had to tell him. She walked to his bed, leaned over, and planted a kiss on his cheek, then she sat down in the chair next to his bed. "How are you doing, Lonnie?" she asked.

"I'm feeling a lot better," he said. "Mom said you were here yesterday. She showed me the papers, too. I still can't believe Mr. Lewis did all this to me."

"I know," Ann said, "It's hard for me to believe, too. But he did. I'm really sorry you wound up having all this happen."

"It wasn't your fault Mr. Lewis was crazy," Lonnie said. He reached down and picked up her hand. "I missed you, Ann," he said softly. "A lot."

Ann smiled gently and shook her head. "Ah...Lonnie, there...there's something I need to tell you before you go any farther," she said very softly. She took his hand in both of hers. "Lonnie, there's a new man in my life."

The smile faded from the young man's face. "Who?" he said. "I-I thought..."

"Lonnie, I'm terribly sorry..." she said, "because I let you think there might be a chance for us to have a relationship when I knew there wasn't."

"But we...you...we..." he stammered, his eyes filling with tears.

"You are an incredible lover," Ann said, "and even more than that, you were a good friend when I really needed one. I wish I'd been as good a friend to you and hadn't let those things happen. Then you wouldn't have been hurt."

"Who...who is it?" Lonnie asked.

"Martin Flannigan," Ann said. "My neighbor."

"He...he's the man who...who pulled me out...out of my truck," Lonnie said. "He...he saved my life."

"Yes, he did," Ann said. "He's a wonderful man." She squeezed the young man's hand. "By the way, you've been cleared of those silly theft accusations at the store, so you can come back to work as soon as you're better."

Lonnie shook his head. "I'm not going back to work. I'm going to go back to college," he said. "I shoulda stayed in college. You...you sure about you and this Flannigan guy?"

Ann nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she said. "I-I wish I had time to explain, but I don't." She reached out and caressed his cheek softly. "Lonnie, I'm sorry about the way this worked out, and I'm sorry I hurt you. I hope, someday, you'll be able to forgive me."

"There...there's nothing to...to forgive you for," Lonnie said. "You...you didn't make any promises. Can...can we still be...be friends?"

Ann nodded. "As long as you understand that's all we are," she said.

"I-I do," he said.

"So how did it go?" Martin asked as they drove away from the hospital.

"It wasn't easy, but he took it better than I thought he would," Ann said. "He told me he wants to go back to college."

"I'm glad it went well," Martin said. "Honey, I'm going to have to go down to the office for a little while, do you mind?"

"No, of course not," Ann said.

After Martin dropped her off at her house, Ann decided to take a bath. She went in, took off her clothes, filled the tub, and was soon soaking in hot, foamy water. Lying in the warm water released the tension that had built up in her and she nodded off.

It didn't take as long for Martin to finish up what he had to do at the office as he thought it would. He returned home and let himself into Ann's house. He didn't see her anywhere, so he went down the hallway toward her bedroom and as he did, he noticed that her bathroom door was open. He walked into the bathroom and saw her lying in the tub, sound asleep.

"I still can't believe how beautiful she is," he thought. He sat down on the edge of the tub, reached out, and began gently caressing one of her breasts.

Ann began to have a fabulous dream. Someone was cupping her breast. Their touch, soft and warm, was making her nipples hard. God! Even though it was a dream, it felt wonderful! Now her other breast was being teased, the maddening caresses were starting to make her tremble with desire. It felt so real! It was the most real dream she'd ever had!

Then she opened her eyes and saw Martin's ruggedly handsome face smiling at her. It was real! Martin...Martin was making love to her!

"Oh, Martin!" she moaned, "that feels so nice!"

Martin bent down, his lips covered hers, and his tongue began to explore her mouth. Ann's arms went around him and she pulled him against her, getting his shirt all wet.

Martin felt himself losing his balance, so he stuck his hand down into the water to keep from falling. Much to his delight, it wound up between Ann's legs. Once he got his balance back, he cupped her vagina, explored it with his hand, then he slid one of his fingers into her.

"Ah!" Ann moaned into his mouth. Her hips began to rock, keeping time with his probing finger. God! She was so turned on! She needed him so badly!

Martin took his mouth from Ann's and moved it to a breast. She almost went crazy from the combination of feelings generated by his sucking lips and thrusting finger. If he kept it up, he was going to make her... "Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Oh, darling! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"

Her body thrashed and jolted in the sudsy water as her orgasm swept through her. By the time her orgasm ended, Martin was as wet as she was. He sat back looking down at her, a big smile on his face.

Ann couldn't help but giggle. "You're all wet!" she chuckled.

"I guess I am," Martin said. "But so were you."

Ann stood up in the tub, watching the glow of desire in Martin's eyes grow brighter as he studied her body. "Like what you see?" she asked softly.

"You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" Martin said softly, awed. He reached for a towel and, when Ann stepped out of the tub, he lovingly dried her off.

By the time Martin finished drying her, Ann was aflame with need once more. "You ought to get out of those wet clothes and into something warm," she said. She laughed softly. "Of course, if you do, you're liable to catch your death of sex." She moved closer to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. She got it off, then she opened his pants, which dropped around his feet. He was naked now, save for his underpants, which bulged delightfully, and his shoes and socks.

"What's this?" Ann teased, rubbing the bulge in Martin's underpants.

"Ah!" Martin moaned, squirming in response to the delightful sensations sweeping through him. "You...you'll find out real soon if you keep doing that!"

Ann pushed his underpants down, exposing Martin's swollen organ. Fascinated by his erect, bobbing penis, she grasped it in her hand, loving the way it felt. She stroked it gently, loving the way Martin's body shook and the fervent sounds he made as she did.

"If...if you...you keep doing that," Martin said, having obvious difficulty speaking, "I'm going to make a mess on the floor!" He scooped Ann up in his arms and carried her out to her bedroom and dropped her on her bed. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and reached for him.

Without another word, Martin fell on top of her. When he did, his erection went to her vagina, and slid into her, as if guided by an invisible hand.

Ann felt delightfully stretched and filled when Martin's meaty pole began to thrust. "Oh, Martin! Oh, Martin!" she cried as he pounded deep into her. "Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God! Take me! Take me!"

Her hips struggled off the bed to meet his powerful thrusts. She felt herself absorbing magnificent, glorious punishment as their pubic bones banged together. Her insides wound tighter and tighter. His weight atop her was beautiful, and the feel of his hairy chest rubbing her tender nipples added another lovely feeling to the feast of them he already was giving her.

"Oh, Martin!" she crooned, "So good! So good!" Then the spring which had been coiling within her uncoiled and a kaleidoscope of carnal delights was unleashed. "Yes! Oh, God, Martin! Yes! Oh, now!" she cried, her body going into spasms of joy. "I'm coming! I'm there! So good! So good! Arrrhh! Arrrhhh! Take me! Oh, Martin, take me! Martin! Oh, God!"

Martin joined in, exploding, filling her. "Baby! Oh, Ann! Take it! I'm coming, too! Ahhh!" he howled. His hips went wild, buffeting her down against the bed.

Afterward, limp and satisfied, they lay in each other's arms.

"Making love with you is so fabulous," Ann whispered.

"It is, isn't it?" Martin replied. "It's far better than I dreamed it would be."

"Why...why did it...did it take so long for us to get together?" she asked him. "Why didn't you let me know how you felt?"

"I-I guess it was partly because I was frightened," he said hesitantly.

"Frightened...of me?" Ann asked and turned to look at him.

"I-I...hadn't felt about a woman the way I felt about you in a long time," Martin said. "I-I was afraid that you wouldn't feel the same way about me and..."

"What made you change your mind?" she asked. 

"It was what Melissa told me about you. I was afraid that if I didn't take a chance and let you know how I felt, I'd lose you," he said. "I couldn't have stood that. I had to let you know how I felt, even if it meant you told me to get lost. When you talked about Lonnie...I was jealous."

Ann leaned over and kissed him. "I guess I can see why you might have been," she said. "I guess if I'd seen you with someone else, I'd have been jealous, too."

While they talked, Martin had been toying with one of her breasts. Ann could feel the skin around the nipple starting pucker, then thrills began rushing through her as the nipple as it emerged from the silken flesh surrounding it. 

"Martin, you know you're turning me on again," she whispered.

"I sure hope so," Martin said. "I sure as heck hoped that's what I was doing!" He rolling atop her and captured her lips in a wild kiss that sent heat rushing through her entire body.

The kiss left Ann breathless. He began to kiss and stroke his way over her body, and with every touch, she felt a pang of delight, which rapidly filled her loins with the glorious congestion of need. She felt herself begin to tremble.

"My God!" she murmured, "I didn't think I'd ever again want anyone as much as I want you! Or have someone want me this much!"

Martin responded by increasing the intensity of his adoring exploration of her body. He'd kissed her neck and shoulders, and was now kissing her breasts. Already she was quaking with need for him.

"Oh, Martin!" she moaned, "You make me feel so good!"

His warm lips were glided across her belly, moving toward her hips. He began licking her pubic hair and her hips began to raise and gyrate. His tongue continued downward, with exquisite, maddening slowness, seeking, then finding, her engorged clit, sending a flutter of excitement into her that caused her back to arch.

"Ah! Oh, God, yes, Martin! Ohhh! Ahhh!" she groaned.

His tongue explored her pulsing vagina, probing between her labia, thrusting into her. He grabbed her and hung on as the wild gyration of her hips threatened to buck him off. He continued to lick, suck, and thrust his tongue into her. Ann was so overwhelmed by intense sensations of joy she thought she'd faint. She didn't. She came instead.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" she cried, her back arched, her hands clutching desperately at the sheets, "Oh! Darling! Ohh! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! I'm coming! Oh, God, yes!"




She Tries To Forget Ch. 25



Finally her excitement ebbed and she lay still. Martin lay next to her, his head resting on her smooth, flat belly.

"That was lovely," Ann said, "but what about you?"

"What kind of ideas might you have to take care of me?" Martin asked.

"Roll over on your back and I'll show you what kind of ideas I have," Ann told him.

Martin rolled on his back. Ann looked down and saw his magnificent erection pointing toward the ceiling. She began by kissing him soundly and in doing so, she realized she was re-igniting the fires of desire in her own body. Then she kissed his nipples and felt him shudder with delight. On down his body she went, delighting in the way he was responding. His moans were music to her ears. She wrapped her slim fingers around his erection and began to stroke it. He responded with thrusts of his hips, obviously liking what she was doing very much.

Ann bent and kissed the purple, swollen tip.

"Ahh!" Martin moaned.

She teased the slitted opening with her tongue while he caressed her back and buttocks as she kneeled next to him. Around the tip she licked, tasting the juices left there by their recent coupling, loving the way his penis moved under her lips and tongue.

"God, Ann, you're making me crazy!" Martin gasped. "That...that feels so damn good!" His breath was coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, she encircled the head with her lips. Slowly, she lowered her head, enjoying how it felt to have Martin's hot skin sliding past her lips. She reached between his legs and cupped his balls. Again his body jerked and strained and he moaned. She had him writhing under her caresses much as she'd been writhing under his.

She took as much of Martin as she could in her mouth, then she lifted her head, letting him slide out, until only the tip of his swollen wand remained in her mouth. Down she went, again absorbing him into her oral cavity. What she was doing to him seemed to be turning her on as much as it was him. She could feel her juices flowing down the insides of her legs!

"Oh, God, Ann, you're gonna make me come!" Martin warned, his voice strained.

Ann lifted her mouth from him and let her hand take over the caresses temporarily. "So?" she said. "Is that a problem?" She returned to the task of giving him pleasure.

Martin couldn't believe she was doing this to him! He fought desperately to retain control, but he knew it was a losing battle. "Ah!" he moaned, "Oh, God, Ann, you're driving me nuts!"

At last, sensing how close he was, and wanting him in her again, Ann moved so she was straddling his hips. When she did, she felt his stiff organ rubbing her labia. She lowered herself, trapping his swollen shaft between their bellies, and began rocking her hips rubbing her vagina against the shaft, teasing both of them.

"My God, Ann! Jesus! I'm gonna explode if you keep doing that!" Martin cried.

Ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto him, impaling her lithe body on his thick pole. He filled her, stretched her, and gave her incredible pleasure. After what seemed like a beautiful eternity, she had him all the way into her.

"God, it feels so good to have you in me!" she cooed.

"Yeah!" Martin gasped.

Slowly, Ann began to rotate and raise her hips, feeling his huge tool moving inside her, touching all of her, driving her need to levels she'd never have believed possible. And, judging from the urgent movements of his hips, Martin felt the same way.

Ann leaned forward, supporting herself on her out-stretched arms. Martin cupped her breasts, then began pulling at her nipples. It was too much, Ann realized. She had to come! She couldn't stand not to! Faster and faster her hips moved, and soon...

"Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Martin bellowed, "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Oh, Ann! I'm coming! Take it! Oh, God, Ann! Take all of it!" Torrents of his hot cream gushed from him, filling Ann, bathing her insides with his damp heat.

"Ahhh! Yes! Darling! Yes!" she shrieked, her body going wild. "I'm coming, too! You're making me come! So good! So good! I love you! Oh, Martin, I love you!"

They rode out their passion, rocking, thrusting, and counter-thrusting. Ann's body whipped and jolted atop Martin as if she were riding a bucking horse. Slowly, their lust abated, and with the exception of a few joyous after-shocks, their urgent movements slowed.

Unable to support herself any more, Ann collapsed atop Martin. She'd never been so satisfied and contented. She wanted to say so much to him, but she couldn't keep her eyes open. She felt his softening penis sliding from her, tickling her as it departed from her body. Even that felt wonderful to her. The last thing she remembered was feeling Martin's arms slipping around her and his whispered, "I love you." 




She Tries To Forget Ch. 26



Ann loved the fact that she'd been waking up in Martin's arms for more than a week now, and that it was still as thrilling as the first time it happened. When she woke, he was still sleeping, so she bent over and kissed him softly. When she did, his eyes opened.

"I love you, Ann Wallin," he said.

"I love you, too, Martin," she replied.

Martin cupped one of her buttocks in his hand and pulled her against him. Ann was thrilled to discover that he was hard. As they moved together, his erection slid between her slim legs. She couldn't get over the way they seemed to be constantly turned on, but she wasn't complaining.

Martin didn't waste any time. He rolled atop her and, once again as if guided by an invisible hand, his steel-hard shaft slid into Ann. The massive invader filled and thrilled her, and she moaned softly with the joy of having him in her once more.

Martin's hips began to move almost immediately and Ann's pressed upward in response. Excitement flooded both of them and, in what seemed like seconds, sparks of joy turned into a conflagration of passion. Before they knew it, the two lovers were approaching a shared explosion of delight.

"Martin! Oh, God, Martin!" Ann groaned, her arms clutching him, her hands raking his back, feeling his muscles rippling as he drove into her. "I'm coming, Martin! I'm coming! Oh, darling! Darling! Darling! Yes! Yess! Yesss!"

"Ann! Oh, darling, here it comes! Take it! Take it!" Martin groaned, then he exploded, pouring his humid seed into her body.

Once more they wound up, spent, and locked in each other's arms.

Ann kissed Martin, then she said, "I'm going to take a bath, then I'll make breakfast for us." She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When the water was hot enough, she stepped into the shower and stood there, her head back, eyes closed, letting the hot water pelt down on her.

"Got room for me in here?" Martin asked as he stepped in behind her. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her against him. "You know, you're beautiful when you're wet."

Something hard was prodding between Ann's soft buttocks. "My God! How can you be hard again?" she murmured. She wriggled against him, feeling the stiff, fleshy wand slide between her buttocks. They couldn't be near each other without getting turned on! She loved it!

Martin began to massage her breasts, holding them so the nipples poked out between his fingers. Ann moaned and leaned against him. "We...ah...we're...oh, Martin!...never...ah!...going to get breakfast at...this...rate! Oh, darling!" she babbled while Martin's hands gently mauled her breasts and his erection poked insistently at her bottom.

"Oh, hell," Ann said, as lust continued to roar out of control in her, "the hell with breakfast! Please, Martin, I need you again!"

He gently bent her forward, until her vagina was being offered to him. For a while, he teased her, sliding the purple, arrow-shaped head of his sex-spear up and down between the puffy portals of her chasm, driving her nuts. 

"Martin! Please!" Ann begged, "Don't tease me! I need you!"

He grabbed her hips then, and propelled his shaft into her joyously receptive cavern. 

"Yes! Oh, Martin, yes!" she gurgled.

Ann found their situation incredibly exciting, and was soon charging headlong toward still another release. With every forceful thrust, Martin's invading member drove her nearer and nearer to...

"I'm coming! Oh, God, Martin! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she cried. Water was still spraying them while her insides untangling in spasm after spasm of delight. "Take me! Take me! I'm coming! Oh, God! Oh,God!" If he hadn't been holding on to her, she'd have fallen. She had no strength left in her legs.

"Yeah! Ann! Oh, yeah!" Martin groaned, holding her tightly against him, grinding against her, spewing blast after blast of his essence into her convulsing insides.

They finally did manage to finished their shower and get dressed. Hand-in-hand, they started for the kitchen.

Just as they were entering the kitchen, the phone rang. Ann picked it up. "Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Ann, this is Melissa, is my Dad there?" Martin's daughter asked.

"He's right here, Melissa," Ann replied.

"I thought so," Melissa said, with a trace of a chuckle in her voice. "Can I talk with him?"

"Ye...yes, of course," Ann said. She handed the phone to Martin. "It's Melissa," she said.

"Hi, Melissa," Martin said.

"Hey, Ash Man, I take it you and Ann are still an item," Melissa said.

"Ah, yes, I guess you could say we are," Martin told his daughter.

Ann was watching Martin talk on the phone and was surprised to see he was blushing.

"So..." Melissa said, "this is really getting serious, isn't it?"

"Ah...I-I guess you could say that," Martin replied.

"Great!" his daughter said. "Wait until I tell Marty. He's going to be so excited. He said he really liked Ann. You guys want to come up this weekend?"

"Just a minute," Martin said, "let me ask Ann." He looked at her. "You want to go up to Melissa and Bill's this weekend?"

Ann nodded.

"Ann says she'd love to," Martin told his daughter.

"Great, see you then," Melissa said. "I love you, Ash Man."

"I love you, too, Melissa," Martin said. "See you Saturday." He hung up the phone and started for the kitchen. "I'm starved," he said. "I'll make breakfast, you make coffee."

After breakfast, Martin and Ann cleaned the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then, Martin put his arms around Ann.

"I have to go down to the office for a little while," he said. "I have some paperwork to finish on a case we're wrapping up. I really won't be that long. Would you like to come along? I'll take you out to lunch afterward."

"I'd love to," Ann replied. Actually, she'd have gone with him just about anywhere. She didn't want to let him out of her sight.

As Martin drove toward his office, Ann reached over and laid her hand on his leg. She couldn't believe how wonderfully things were turning out.

Martin turned into the parking lot of the Arson Task Force office, an old, abandoned brick fire station. He pulled into an empty parking space, turned off the car, and looked at her.

"Want to come in?" he asked. "It shouldn't take me too long, and besides, I'd like you to meet some of my men."

"Sure," Ann said.

In they went. As they walked through the apparatus bay, which now held a van marked "James County Arson Task Force," and up the stairs to the office, Ann was very aware of the fact that that she was feeling nervous. What would Martin's colleagues think of her? Would they like her? When they got upstairs, she realized she was getting a lot of admiring glances from the other men there. That made her even more uncomfortable.

An older man was sitting at an old metal desk. He looked up when Martin and Ann walked in and smiled.

"Bart Walker, I'd like you to meet Ann Wallin," Martin said, "Ann, this is Bart Walker, the oldest living arson investigator in the world."

The older man stood up. He was chubby, his suit looked a little seedy, and his hair was thinning. Ann noticed that he had a nice smile, and his blue eyes sparkled. A person might underestimate his rather bland looks but, if you were careful, you could see the intelligence in his eyes.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Ann," Bart said. "Now I can see why Martin's been mooning about you. I'll tell you, ever since you and he met, he's been just about worthless around here. I have to keep rapping him upside the head with a nightstick to get him to do his work."

Ann felt her face get hot.

"Come on, Bart, you're embarrassing her," Martin said.

"Her or you?" the old cop said. He grinned. "Yeah, well, I sure as heck hope you get your mind back on work soon."

"I don't have to stand here and take this abuse," Martin said. "Come on Ann, let's go in my office."

Martin's office was actually a cubicle made of shoulder-height partitions in one corner of what had once been the fire station's bunk room. Ann sat down in a chair next to his desk while he turned on his computer and began to type. She was amazed. She thought that only women typed as well as Martin did.

"You're amazing!" she said. "Not only are you handsome and sensitive, and a lot of other things, you can type, too."

"I'm full of secrets," Martin said.

"Oh, goody, I can't wait to find out what they are," Ann giggled.

Martin finished the report, printed it, and shut his computer off. He took the report out and put it in the basket on the secretary's desk, then he and Ann left. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to do the rest of the day?" he asked as drove away from his office.

"Whatever you want to do, I'd love to do," she replied.

"Why don't we just grab some lunch then go back home and hang out?" he said.

They had lunch at a small diner near the edge of town, then drove back to their houses. Martin pulled into his driveway and shut off the car. He and Ann got out of the car.

"I've got an idea. You want to go swimming?" he asked. "I haven't used my pool all summer."

"I'd love a swim," Ann said. "I'll go over and get my suit."

"OK, while you do that, I'll go in and get mine," Martin told her.

Before she could move, Martin pulled Ann into his arms and their mouths met in a blistering kiss. When the kiss ended, Ann leaned away from Martin and, over his shoulder, she saw a little old lady standing on the sidewalk with a shocked look on her face.

Martin saw Ann looking, turned, and said, "Hi, Mrs. Thomas." 

"H...hello, Mr. Flannigan," the old lady replied. She stood there gaping as the two of them headed into their respective houses.

Before she went into her house, Ann glanced out toward the sidewalk. The little old lady was still there. Ann waved at her, then she went inside.

She put her purse down on the table, then she heard the door opening and Martin walked in. "Mrs. Thomas is still out there, so I thought I'd give her something more to talk about," he said.

"I think we shocked her," Ann giggled.

"You know Mrs. Thomas is the local gossip," Martin said. "Our escapades will be known to every silver-haired lady on the street before dinnertime."

Ann walked over to him and put her arms around his waist. "Do you mind if everybody on the street knows about us?" she asked.

Martin's response was to cover her lips with his, and another scorching kiss followed. Ann felt Martin lift her off her feet, and the next thing she knew, he'd carried her across the kitchen and into the living room.

He set her back on her feet, reached down and tugged her pullover shirt out of her jeans. Ann raised her arms, and he pulled the shirt over her head. She couldn't believe how comfortable it felt being naked in front of him. Now his hands were busy at the waist of her jeans, then those, too, were off.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are," Martin whispered. His eyes were filled with awe as he looked at the slim, wonderfully-formed body of the lovely woman standing in front of him.

Ann was a bit disconcerted by his obvious adoration, but at the same time she was warmed and thrilled by it. She began unbuttoning his shirt. Before either of them knew how it happened, they were lying on the sofa, their bodies were entwined, and their mouths were locked, tongues dueling.

"I love you," Ann whispered in her lover's ear as his lips moved down her neck, onto her chest. "Ah!" she moaned when those searching lips found one of her distended nipples and began to suckle it gently.

Martin's hand moved between her legs, found her clit, and began to twirl the swollen, hyper-sensitive bud. Ann groaned even louder.

"Please, darling," she begged, "Take me! I need you!"

Martin wasted no time. He inserted his leg between hers, then moved between those lovely columns of flesh, his rigid cock sliding across Ann's flat belly. He raised his hips, then lowered them, and both of them were enraptured when the swollen shaft slid up into Ann's yearning body.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Ann moaned. That was what she needed!

Martin began to move, rotating his hips, thrusting into her, driving her back against the sofa. One of Ann's feet was on the floor, and she used the leverage that gave her to force herself up against him. Everything they did together was heavenly! She couldn't believe how wonderful this felt and hoped the uniqueness of what they shared would never end.

Ann lay there as Martin pounded into her, visualizing what it must look like, imagining how his massive penis looked as it plowed into her. The erotic vision added to her already over-heated senses and...

"Martin! Oh, God! Martin!" she screamed. "I'm coming! I'm coming again! Take me! Oh, God! Oh, God! So good! So good! Take me!"

"Ann! Oh, God, Ann! Oh! Ohhh!" Martin cried in return, arching his back, forcing her down against the sofa, exploding, filling her once again with his hot cream.

When their sanity returned, Ann kissed her Martin. "I thought we were going swimming?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," Martin said. He got up and pulled his clothes back on. "I'll go over and change into my suit. I'll meet you out by the pool."

After Martin left, Ann went into her bedroom, opened her dresser, and took out the swim suits she had. One of them was a skimpy white string bikini. She bought it on a whim one day, but she'd never had the nerve to wear it. Trembling with excitement, she slipped into the tiny white suit, delighted that it still fit. She wasn't sure she could walk over to Martin's house wearing just the suit, so she slipped a baggy gray sweatshirt over it. That was better.

When she got to the pool in Martin's back yard, he was there, waiting, wearing a baggy green suit. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it onto one of the lounge chairs sitting next to his in-ground pool and saw his eyes widen as she did.

"Holy shit!" he said, staring at her. "That suit's gorgeous! You're gorgeous!"

Ann felt herself blushing. She could get used to hearing compliments like that. She was actually starting to feel as beautiful as he said she was.

Martin laid the towels he was holding on one of the chairs and smiled at Ann. He said, "Last one in is a rotten egg." Then he took two quick steps and arched into the water.

Ann followed him, gracefully arching into the water without a thought that it might be cold. Luckily, it wasn't. She let the momentum of her dive carry her for a distance under water, then she surfaced. The minute she did, she felt Martin's strong arms slide around her and pull her back against his firmly muscled body.

"You nut!" she sputtered, "for a second there, I thought I was being mugged, right here in your back yard!"

"What makes you think you aren't being mugged?" Martin asked, tightening his arms around her.

Ann felt a bulge pressing against her firm bottom. She was amazed. He was hard again! "Martin! Is...is that what I think it is?" she asked.

"Ah, yeah, it is," he said, "You seem to have me in a state of perpetual horniness."

She turned in his arms, so she was facing him. "Well, I guess this time you're going to have to wait, aren't you?" she asked.

Martin looked at her innocently and said, "Oh, what makes you think that?" He started moving them to the deeper end of the pool.

"Martin, what are you doing?" Ann asked.

"Wait and see," he said.

When the water was shoulder-deep, he stopped and kissed her. His hands slid into the bottom of her bikini and sent tremors of delight through her slim body.

"Martin! The neighbors! They'll..." she murmured.

"Sh! they can't see a thing, why do you think I built that high fence around the pool?" he whispered.

"But..." Ann murmured. His hand went all the way down between her nether cheeks and he touched her vagina. "Oh! Damn you!" she moaned, knowing he could do anything he wanted with her and she couldn't resist.

He forced the bottom of her suit off and pushed his suit down. Then he cupped her bottom in his hands and lifted her off her feet. The buoyancy of the water made what he was doing a lot easier.

Ann brought her legs up and locked them around Martin's waist. She shivered with delight when he lowered her and his cock began sliding up into her. This was so wild, so crazy, so exciting.

"Like it?" Martin asked, smiling into her face.

"Oh! Damn you, you know I love it!" Ann replied, feeling her emotions taking off, sending her rushing pell-mell toward her peak.

"Ever do it in the water before?" Martin asked.

"Ah! No!" Ann replied.

"Then it's time you did," he murmured. He kept thrusting up into her, squeezing her against him, his hands clutching her buttocks.

Ann's face was slack and her head lolled on her shoulders as passion flooded her. She was getting so hot the water was starting to feel cool. Her arms went around Martin's neck and clutched desperately at him as she felt her control leaving.

"I'm gonna come!" she managed to whisper, although she'd have rather screamed it out.

"Go ahead," Martin said. "I am, too."

Then all hell broke loose inside Ann and, to keep from screaming her joy to the world, she crushed her mouth against Martin's and moaned her passion into him. He, too, erupted, and Ann felt his heat bathing her insides, then he, too, was moaning. Violently, their bodies strained together, making the water around them splash and ripple.

When they finished and were standing again beside each other in the water, Ann looked up at Martin. She was feeling around under water with her foot, trying to find her suit bottom. She began to panic when she couldn't find it.

"Martin, it's gone!" she whispered.

Her companion looked puzzled. "What's gone?" he asked.

"My swimsuit bottom," Ann said. "I can't find it!"

"No problem," he said and arched into the water.

Ann watched him swim under water, searching. He surfaced, then went down again. Finally, he was knifing toward her, still submerged. She felt his hands on her thighs, he kissed her on the vagina, then he surfaced, smiling, and placed the tiny scrap of cloth that made up the bottom of her suit into her hand.

"Thank God!" Ann said. "I couldn't imagine how I'd have gotten out."

"Wouldn't do to have you get all wrinkled, would it?" he laughed.

They swam a few laps, then got out of the pool and headed back to Martin's house.

They'd pretty much exhausted their sexual appetites for the moment, so they just sat and talked for a long time. After some time, Martin got serious. 

"Ah...there's something I want to ask you, Ann," he said. "I'm kind of nervous about it, and I've been putting it off, but I decided I can't wait any longer."

"What?" Ann touched his face gently. "There's nothing you can't ask me, darling."

"Well...I...I know we...we haven't known each other all that long and...but..." Martin said hesitantly. He paused and took a deep breath. "Ann, will you marry me?"

"Marry you?" Ann was stunned. She hoped that someday he might ask her that, but hadn't expected to hear the question this soon. "Yes! Oh, Martin! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She grabbed his face and showered him with kisses.

"Gee," he said when she'd calmed down a little, "It wasn't so hard, after all."

"Of course it wasn't," Ann said.

Martin grinned. "Do you think the kids would mind if we made it a triple wedding?" he asked.

"Why don't we ask them this weekend?" Ann said.



She Tries To Forget Ch. 27



"Under the power vested in me by the state, and with God's blessing, I now pronounce you men and wives," the State Patrol chaplain said. He smiled broadly. "Gentlemen, you may kiss your brides." Martin, Martin, Jr., and Melissa all kissed their new spouses.

"An now," the chaplain said, turning to the congregation, "it is with great pleasure that I present to you: Mr. and Mrs. Martin Flannigan, Mr. and Mrs. Martin Flannigan, Jr., and Mr. and Mrs. William Wilson."

All three couples started down the aisle of the large church in Jamestown where their triple wedding had been just held. The three newlywed couples emerged from the church and walked through an honor guard formed by members of the State Patrol, James County Sheriff's Department, and Lincoln County Sheriff's Department, all wearing dress uniforms. Then they got in three identical limos and were driven to a large social hall in Jamestown, with a police escort.

The reception was a lavish affair, with a sit-down meal and large orchestra to provide the music. The assembled group of family, friends, and well-wishers was extremely large and in a particularly festive mood. And, considering the size of the group, and the fact that the gathering contained a large number of cops - who are notorious party animals - it continued without any serious incidents.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening when Ann and Martin got a chance for a few seconds alone together. "I'm about ready to blow this dump," Martin said. "What about you, honey?"

"I'm ready to leave any time you are," she said. "We've done the garter and bouquet routines, and I'm about danced out."

"Me, too," Martin said.

Two hours after they left the wedding reception, Martin drove through an isolated town, turned off the main highway onto a dirt road, and went to the very end of it. There, a long distance from any other habitation, sat the cabin, which belonged to a friend of Martin's, that they were using for their honeymoon.

"It's gorgeous!" Ann announced when they got out of the car.

Martin and Ann walked around to the front of the cabin. In the bright moonlight, they could see the lovely little lake that lay down a gentle slope in front of the cabin.

"We'll be able to swim and hike and go canoeing," Martin said. "And we'll have privacy, too. There aren't any other places on the lake. It's all ours."

They carried all of their things inside. The cabin, though rustic, was very well-furnished. Although it was quite a distance from the main highway, it did have electricity and indoor plumbing.

"Not bad, huh?" Martin said. "We're isolated, but we have all the comforts of home."

Inside, the cabin was as lovely as it was outside. It was furnished with either antiques or very good reproductions, and had obviously been lovingly cared for. It looked comfortable, too. Ann began to relax a little.

"Come on upstairs," Martin said, "I'll show you our bedroom." He led the way up a long, winding staircase and deposited their bags in a huge bedroom, the centerpiece of which was a king-sized four-poster bed. Ann found it hard to believe how rich, yet comfortable, the room looked.

"Martin, this really is lovely," Ann said.

"I hoped you'd like it," Martin replied. "I was a little nervous about that. Be a heck of a way to start our new life if you didn't like the place we spent our honeymoon, Mrs. Flannigan."

Ann smiled at her husband, who'd used her married name for the first time. She walked to the bedroom window and looked out. The large window afforded a wonderful view of the lake. "You didn't have to worry," she said, "This place is fantastic."

"I think so, too," Martin said.

Ann could tell from the sound that he'd moved closer to her. His arms slid around her waist and she relaxed, leaning against him. He bent, his arms tightened around her, and he kissed her neck. She could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks.

"Oh, Martin!" she murmured. She felt desire growing. She pressed her buttocks tighter against him and moved her hips a little, adding to the thrills already beginning to overwhelm her.

Martin slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, which she'd left unfettered by a bra when she changed out of her wedding dress. When his fingers found her erecting nipples and began playing with them, Ann melted in his arms.

Martin picked her up and carried her to the bed. Kneeling next to her, he bent and his lips joined hers in a passionate kiss. While they kissed, he unbuttoned her blouse, baring her breasts. When the kiss ended, he moved his lips to her turgid nipples and began suckling them. It drove Ann wild. Her back arched, driving the firm, fleshy tips deeper into his mouth, while her hands clasped his head.

Martin slid his hand down and undid her slacks, then he moved his lips from her breasts, tips still straining upward, and began to kiss his way down across her chest which, because she was gasping for breath, made the luscious pink-tipped globes rise and fall rapidly.

"Martin! Oh, God, Martin! Oh, God!" Ann groaned.

Martin slid her jeans and panties down. Her hips rose to make his task easier, showing him how desperate she was for him. He gently parted her legs, climbed up on the bed, and laid between them.

Ann realized Martin was naked. She had no idea when he'd taken his clothes off. "I love you!" she murmured. "Ahhhhh!" she moaned when his erection struck her swollen labia, already moist with the effluent of her passion. Her hand grasped the swollen pole, guided it to her yearning passageway, and tugged on it.

Slowly, in response to Ann's urging, Martin slid into her, filling her, stretching her delightfully, sending a flood of warmth through her as his huge cudgel invaded her. Her hips rose of the bed, beckoning the hot invader, drawing him deeper into her.

"Oh, God!" Ann cried, "Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Martin rocked his hips, poking himself deep into her. "Yes! Yes!" he groaned. His cries of delight joined Ann's.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Ann cried, her hips going into a series of thrusts and spasms, her body shaking as a violent orgasm ripped through her. "I'm there! Please! Please! Take me! Oh, God, Martin! Take me! Take me! I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming! Oh, yes! Come! Come with me!"

She knew Martin was coming, too because she could feel his spasming penis filling her with his torrid fluid, bathing the walls of her vagina with warm wetness, driving her even wilder.

Eventually, their passion spent, they lay wrapped in each other's arms. Ann snuggled closer to Martin's warm, protective bulk.

"There's...there's something I need to tell you," she said softly.

"What?" he asked.

"I-I don't want you to be angry with me," she murmured.

"Honey, nothing you could do could make me angry with you," he said. "Especially not today, of all days."

Ann took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I-I'm pregnant," she whispered.

"You...you're what?" Martin asked.

"I'm going to have a baby, our baby," Ann replied.

"How...how soon?" her new husband stammered.

"The doctor thinks probably in about seven months," she said. "Are...are you upset with me?"

"Heck no!" Martin said, grinning from ear to ear. "Damn! I'm gonna be a father!"