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The Widow Ch. 06

By: D.C. Roi



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi


Chapter six

Joanne decided it might be best if she didn't to tell Fran she'd seduced Larry Brewster. At least not right away. She was feeling a little guilty about what she'd done, and was afraid her friend would be upset with her. Fran got home very late and was exhausted, so they didn't talk much. And, to Joanne's relief, Fran went to bed without suggesting that they make love. For the first time in several days, Joanne wound up sleeping alone in the guest bedroom and she didn't mind.

Fran had to leave early again the next morning, so she and Joanne had very little chance for conversation then.

"I'm sorry, Joanne," Fran said as she rushed for the door. "Things have been really crazy at work. Maybe things will settle down today. I feel as if I'm ignoring you."

"That's OK," Joanne said. "I'm doing fine. I really don't expect you to entertain me every minute I'm here."

"I know," Fran said, "but I hoped I'd get time to at least find you a date."

Joanne felt her face grow warm. "Don't worry about that," she said. "I really enjoyed myself yesterday." "I just may have solved the dating problem on my own," she thought.

Despite her misgivings about having slept with the young man the day before, when Larry Brewster arrived later that morning, Joanne hauled him off to her bedroom the minute he walked into the house. They tore each other's clothes off and fell into bed. She knelt next to the young man's hips, slid her hands over his body, grabbed his already-hard cock, and heard him groan with delight. With one hand she stroked the young man's throbbing organ while she used the other to roll his balls.

Larry groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed.

"You like that, do you, Larry?" Joanne whispered. She enjoyed turning him on so much! "I love how big your cock gets when it's hard," she murmured, her eyes glazed with lust. She his swollen member a gentle squeeze.

"Joanne, oh, Godddd!!!!" Larry groaned. His hips twisted and turned. "Godddd!!"

Joanne bent and took his cock in her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Larry moaned. Ecstasy surged through him when Joanne's mouth began to do wonderful things to him. Wave after wave of delight swept over him and his fingers clawed at the covers. He felt his insides begin to churn. He was going to come! "Gahhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, "Joanne! I...I'm gonna come! That feels too good!"

Joanne heard the young man's plaintive exhortation, but she was having so much fun sucking his cock, she decided to let him come in her mouth again, just like she had the day before.

Larry realized her response to his warning was to intensify her attentions. Desperately, he struggled to keep himself under control, but it seemed the harder he tried, the less control he had! "Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned. He couldn't hold back any longer! With powerful spasms of his loins, he erupted into her mouth.

Joanne felt her young lover's cock pulsing and knew he was going to come soon. Then he was coming, discharging gobs of hot, sticky cream into her mouth! A shudder raced through her and, just as she had the day before, she experienced a small, delightful orgasm! She had no idea giving men blowjobs could be so wonderful!

Joanne licked and sucked the young man's cock until it softened, then she let it slide from her mouth. Tingling with the sweetness of having given Larry incredible delight, her face shiny and wet with his come, she stretched out on the bed next to him and kissed him.

Larry kissed her back, tasting himself on her mouth. "What about you?" he asked. "What you did was fantastic! But what about you?"

"Believe it or not, my darling, I came, too," Joanne said softly. "When you did." It unsettled her that when she was with him, she was totally out of control, but it did make for some wonderful discoveries. Like the fact that she could come from sucking him.

Larry looked surprised. "You did?" he asked. "I didn't know that could, you know, happen."

"That never happened to me before yesterday," Joanne said and kissed him again. "Being with you is one wonderful new experience after another."

"Yeah, I guess it is!" Larry said. He kissed her and they snuggled into each other's arms.

"Joanne, can...can I ask you something?" Larry ventured.

"Certainly," Joanne replied.

"Are...are you married?" he asked.

Joanne shook her head. "I'm a widow," she said. "My husband died two years ago."

"I...I'm sorry," the young man replied. "I...I didn't know. I..."

Joanne caressed his face with her hand. "Don't apologize, Larry, there's no way you could have known," she whispered. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Larry replied.

Joanne had to know. "How old are you?" she asked.

"I...I'm twenty four," he said. "How old are you? How long were you married?"

Joanne laughed. "It's considered bad etiquette to ask a woman her age," she replied.

"I...I'm sorry," the young man said, reddening. "I..."

Joanne was touched by his discomfiture. "Larry, I was just teasing," she said. "I'm thirty-eight. I was married for twenty years."

"No way!" Larry replied, looking surprised. "You can't be thirty-eight!"

"I am," Joanne replied. "How old did you think I was?"

Larry blushed and shrugged. "I...I don't know," he replied. "I...I guess I would have said maybe you were thirty at the oldest."

"Larry, you're so sweet," Joanne said. She kissed him.

"You sure don't look like you're thirty-eight," he said. "You're beautiful! I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known!"

It was Joanne's turn to blush. "I...I'm flattered you...you think so Larry," she stammered. "But...but you don't have to say that, you know."

"It's true! You are beautiful!" the young man insisted. "You're gorgeous!"

"You are really sweet," Joanne replied and kissed him.

"You said your husband died two years ago?" he said. "What happened?"

"He had lung cancer," Joanne replied. "Ernie was a smoker, a heavy smoker, and even though he tried, he never could manage to quit. It eventually caught up with him."

"God, I'm sorry," Larry said. "That had to be really hard for you."

Joanne nodded and felt her eyes filling. "It was hard," she replied softly. "It still is, sometimes. But I'm managing." She looked at the young man, who lay on his back next to her. The expression on his face that told her there was something else he wanted to ask. "Is something bothering you, Larry?" she asked.

"I...I've been wondering ever since yesterday why..." Larry stammered. He got even redder. "I...don't understand why..."

Joanne understood what he was wondering about. "You're wondering why we wound up making love, is that it?" she asked.

Larry nodded. "Yeah," he said.

"To be honest with you," Joanne said, "I'm not sure I know the answer. I've been asking myself the same question ever since it happened and I...I'm not sure what the answer is. Yesterday, when I first saw you, you sort of reminded me of...of my husband, and..."

"I...I did?" the young man said. "Really?"

Joanne nodded. "Yes," she said. "You're built like he was. And, from what I've been able to tell, your personality is sort of like his, too, I think. You're shy and gentle and he was, too."

"You really miss him, don't you?" the young man said.

"I miss him terribly sometimes," Joanne said. "But I recently realized I need to get on with my life. Yesterday, being around you brought back so many memories. Then, when I went upstairs and found you..." She stopped, unsure exactly what to say.

"I'm sorry about that," Larry said. "I...I..."

"Believe me," Joanne said, "you have nothing whatever to be sorry for. I'm not sorry about what happened, are you?"

Larry smiled at her. "No way!" he said. 

"I'm glad," Joanne said. "Now, young man, I have some things I need to do today," she said. She sat up, reached for her robe, and slipped into it. "And I think, maybe, you ought to finish up your chores, too, so Fran doesn't wonder what we've been doing." She got out of bed. "Of course, because of you..." She grinned at the young man, "I have to take a bath. I'm all sticky."

She started for the door, then stopped and turned. "I left some stuff on the kitchen table for lunch, if you want it."

"Thanks," Larry said.

Joanne turned and headed for the bathroom.

Larry was hungry, so he got up, dressed, went to the kitchen and ate. He was just finishing his sandwich when Joanne walked into the kitchen wearing a man-tailored pink blouse and slacks. 

"I'll go out and finish doing the yard," Larry said.

"OK," Joanne replied.

Larry got up and went outside. He raked leaves out of the flower beds and trucked them across the road, into the woods, just as he'd done the day before. He had finished and was walking toward the garage to put the rake away when Joanne came out of the house.

"You all done, Larry?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm finished," Larry replied. He stepped inside the garage and hung the rake on the wall.

Joanne followed him into the garage. She'd been thinking about their earlier conversation while he was working. "Do...do you really think I'm that beautiful?" she asked.

Larry nodded. "Yeah, I do. Like I said, I think you're the prettiest woman I ever knew," he said.

"Oh, Larry, that's so sweet!" Joanne said. Then she began to cry. "I...I...you can't imagine how wonderful it is to have someone say something that nice."

Larry wasn't exactly sure why she was crying, and didn't know what else to do, so he took Joanne in his arms and held her as she cried. Her tears soaked his T-shirt, but he didn't care. He didn't want Joanne to be sad.

When Joanne's tears finally abated, she leaned back in his arms and looked into his eyes. "I'm really glad I met you," she said softly. "You're a wonderful young man."

"It's OK," Larry said. "I...I'm really glad I met you, too."

Joanne leaned forward and their lips met. The kiss was followed by another, then yet another, each one more passionate than the last. Her arms locked around the young man and her tongue lashed inside his mouth.

Larry tightened his embrace. While their fervent kisses continued, he tugged Joanne's blouse out of her slacks and slid his hands up her bare back. He was startled, but pleased, to discover she wasn't wearing a bra.

Joanne, passion sweeping through her, groaned into Larry's mouth and thrust her pelvis against him. She could feel his growing hard-on pressing against her belly.

Overwhelmed by lust, the couple tore at each other's clothes. Larry found himself sucking Joanne's nipples while she clutched at him, groaning. That they were doing this in Fran's garage, where there was a danger of discovery, was the farthest thing from their minds as they grappled at each other's bodies.

Larry slid his hand inside Joanne's slacks, between her trembling legs and cupped his hand over her vagina, which was sopping wet with the fluids of excitement.

"Ohhhhh!!! Godddd!!! Larry!!!!" Joanne groaned, writhing her pelvis against his hand. "Godddd!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!!"

Larry wanted desperately to make love, but wasn't sure how to do it. Making love on the floor of the garage was impossible, but they were almost naked and there were men working at one of the neighboring cabins, so there was no way to get to the house without getting dressed.

Frantically, he looked around. There was a workbench behind them. It might be just the right height! Larry swept the surface of the workbench clear with his arm, then he lifted Joanne onto it and learned it was just the right height.

With trembling hands, he stripped off Joanne's slacks and panties, then he stepped between her legs and took her in his arms again. Once more their lips melded.

Joanne, as wild with need as they young man was, slid her hand between them and took hold of Larry's erection. She began caressing it, massaging the juices oozing from the tip into the shaft. Finally she released it and leaned back on outstretched arms. "Larry, take me!! Now!!!" she cried. She was so turned on, so wild with need, she didn't care where they were. She wanted him in her!

Larry plunged into Joanne and felt shivers of joy race up his back. This was the wildest thing he'd ever done! He slammed against her, sliding her back and forth on the workbench, which creaked in protest.

Joanne, who was experiencing passion equalling Larry's, pulled him against her, glorying in the feelings his swollen, plunging rod evoked.

"Larrreeeeeeeeee!!! Oh, Goddddddddd!!! Yesssssss!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she whimpered. When her orgasm tore through her, she shuddered violently. "Uhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Uuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Oh, Jesussssssssss!!!" Larry groaned when his cream gushed from him.

Spent, the couple clung to each other while their bodies calmed.

"My God, Larry!" Joanne whispered, her arms were around the young man and her face was buried against his bare chest. "I...I don't believe we did what we just did, do you? That was incredible!"

"It sure was!" Larry agreed breathlessly.

"I've never experienced anything like what happens when I'm around you! The minute we touch, I go crazy!" Joanne said softly.

"I know," Larry agreed. He, too, was a bit unnerved by the powerful forces of lust that had overwhelmed them.

"Larry, are you OK?" Joanne asked, "You're shaking."

"I...it's just that...what we did...was so...so wild, you know?" Larry replied.

"I know exactly what you mean," Joanne said. "I find it a little frightening, too."  She kissed him softly. "I think it's time for you to let me down. We better get dressed before someone catches us."

They put their clothes back on and started walking back to the house. Joanne slipped her hand in Larry's hand as they walked. "I can't get over what's been happening between us, and how intense it is," she said, "Maybe I...we shouldn't be doing this."

Larry squeezed her hand. "What are you talking about? Why shouldn't we?" he asked. "We're both adults. I love what's been happening and I think you do, too."

They went in the house. "I know, Larry," Joanne said, "I...I do love what's happened between us, but...I sometimes think I...I worry about...about the...the difference in our...our ages. You're a handsome young man. You shouldn't be wasting your time with an old woman like me."

Larry pulled Joanne into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose. "I don't think you're old," he said and squeezed her bottom tenderly. "I think you're beautiful, remember?"

Joanne hugged him and kissed his chin. "You're so sweet!" she said. She stepped out of his embrace. "But don't you ever think the difference in our ages makes a difference? I'm fifteen years older than you are."

Larry shook his head. "All I know is that you're gorgeous and I really like being with you," he said. "I want to hang around you as long you'll let me to hang around."

Joanne hugged him. "Oh, Larry, if that's what you want, you're liable to be hanging around me for a long time," she told him.

Larry looked at the clock. "I...I have to get going," he said. "I have to get to work. You going to be OK?"

"I'll be fine," Joanne said. "I really will."

"I...I can't come over tomorrow," Larry said. "I've got to work."

"Oh," Joanne said, disappointed. "When...when will I see you again?"

"Are you doing anything the day after tomorrow?" Larry asked.

"No," Joanne said.

The young man grinned. "Well, don't make any plans, then," he said. He gave her a kiss. "I really do have to get going."

Larry got up and got dressed. Joanne, wearing a robe, walked him to the door and they shared a deep, fond kiss before the young man left the house.

Larry walked toward his car, thinking about Joanne's comment on the difference in their ages. He couldn't see why they couldn't have a relationship. After all, wasn't she the most beautiful woman he knew? Didn't they care about each other? He shrugged. One thing was certain. Unless she told him to get lost, he wasn't going to stop seeing her. He got in his car, started the engine, and headed home.

After Larry left, Joanne cleared up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. The intensity and speed with which her relationship with the young man was developing disturbed her. "This is going entirely too fast," she thought. "I...I can't be falling for Larry, can I? I mean, he just told me he was going to work and I don't even know what he does for a living. Am I being a foolish old woman, letting myself think that I could possibly have a chance with happiness with someone like him?"

The Widow Ch. 07



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi


Chapter seven

Fran Martin looked across the conference room table at the man sitting across from her. His name was Brian Danielson and he was the assistant principal of a high school where her company was negotiating a contract to provide employee assistance services. He was a big, bulky man, probably in his fifties. He had gray hair and a receding hairline, and his glasses looked fairly thick. They had been meeting all day, hammering out details of the contract and, for some reason, she found herself attracted to him.

"He sure isn't anything like Brent," she mused. Brent, the man she'd just broken off with, was an aspiring actor; a buff, blonde man of twenty-five she met while attending a gym where he was working as a personal trainer.

"The personal trainer gig is only until I can get my acting career going," he told her the night of their first date, when they were lying in each other's arms sweaty and exhausted after having some of the most athletic sex Fran ever experienced.

"Well, Fran," Brian said, "I think that last item just about does it. I'm sure I can convince the superintendent to recommend your company to the school board, which means your contract will almost certainly be selected."

The man's comment snapped Fran out of her reverie about the buff blonde stud who'd fucked her silly then broken her heart by moving to California. "Fine, Brian," she said, smiling. "I'm glad we could reach agreement on this." She looked at her watch. It was almost five-thirty. "God, I promised Joanne I'd try to get home early," she thought. "Look at the time! She's going to think I've abandoned her."

Brian saw her looking at her watch. "Fran, I'm sorry I kept you so late," he said. "I suppose you have to get home, right?" There was just a tiny trace of disappointment in his voice.

"That's all right, Brian," Fran replied. "I suppose I should get going. What about you? Won't your wife be wondering where you are?" Even though she had been meeting with him daily for almost two weeks, she knew very little about his family. He had mentioned children and grandchildren a couple of times, though, which made her assume he was married. He hadn't mentioned his wife at all, though, and she wondered about that.

"I'm a widower. My wife passed away four years ago," he said.

"Oh, Brian, I'm sorry, I didn't know," Fran responded, feeling embarrassed.

"That's one of the reasons I tend to work late more often than I should," Brian replied. He smiled. "You may find this presumptuous of me, but as a way of making up for keeping you this late, could I offer you dinner?"

Fran wasn't sure why, but she found that she really did want to accept his invitation. He was totally unlike any man she'd ever gone out with before, but she found him both enjoyable to be with and intriguing. His invitation was almost too tempting to turn down.

"Now, there is one other thing that might affect your decision," Brian said. His face reddened a little. "Would it be all right if we ate at my place?" He looked at her hopefully.

Fran hesitated a minute before replying then she decided having dinner with him at his home would be all right. After all, they were both adults, why couldn't they have dinner together?

Brian seemed very pleased that she had accepted his invitation. They cleared off the table they were working on, then he locked up his office and led her out to his car.

"How long were you married?" Fran asked Brian as they drove toward his house.

"Twenty-five years," he replied. "I used to tease Lorrie that I'd been with her longer than I was with my parents."

"What happened to her, your wife, I mean?" Fran inquired.

"Uterine cancer," Brian replied.

"Oh, God, that's horrible," Fran said.

"It was pretty rough near the end," Brian said. "But we managed. She wanted to die at home and she did."

"What was she like?" Fran asked. She wondered about his wife. She could tell from the tone of Brian's voice that he had cared for his late wife very much.

Brian drove for a while, looking thoughtful, and didn't reply. "You know, I've never tried to put what Lorrie was like into words," he said at last. "It's funny, the answer to your question popped into my mind the minute you asked it, but it was all images, not words. Lorrie was perhaps the most self-assured person I ever knew. She understood people better than anyone I've ever met, was caring and very giving, and was very self-contained."

Fran looked at Brian while he talked. His eyes, and his voice, told her how deeply he had cared for his wife.

"That wasn't all," he continued. She was also a marvelous lover."

Fran was startled that Brian would talk about this side of his married life so openly, and without being asked. His openness unnerved her.

Brian, looking a little dreamy, almost as if he was unaware of Fran's presence, continued to talk about his wife and their love life. It was as if he needed to talk about this for a long time and, once he started, couldn't stop. "She had a level of sensuality I never encountered before I met her," he said, "and haven't since."

He paused a minute and looked at Fran. "I hope you aren't offended by my saying this, but there are times this past week when we were working together that you reminded me of Lorrie. I find you an incredibly sensuous woman."

Fran felt herself blushing. She didn't know what to say. She had a feeling Brian had paid her a very high compliment, yet she found that compliment, and the fact that he'd given it to her, disturbing. Why had he brought up the topic of sex? Was it just that he was a very open person, or...

She decided it would be best to steer the conversation away from sex. "How many children do you have?" she asked. "You mentioned them several times this week."

Brian smiled and nodded. "Two," he said. "Our daughter Amy lives in New England. She's married. The granddaughter you heard me bragging about is her gift to me. My son Bill lives in the Midwest. He's a computer consultant."

"Is he married?" Fran asked.

"Not yet," Brian replied. "But he tells me he's working on it." He chuckled. "I keep telling him he has to settle down with one girl if he plans to get married, but..." He shrugged. "...he keeps telling me I should take my own advice."

"Oh," Fran said. She fell silent, lost in thought. She found herself growing more and more anxious the closer they got to his home, and began to fear she'd made a mistake in accepting his invitation.

Brian turned onto a side street a few miles from the center of town. The neighborhood looked as if people who were quite successful populated it. He drove down the block and pulled into the driveway of a huge colonial mansion, pushed a button on the sun visor, then drove into a bay of the three-car garage attached to the house, and shut off the motor.

"Well," he said, "we're here."

"Yes," Fran said. "You have a beautiful house. I'm impressed. How can you afford something like this on what the school district pays you?"

"I was in business before I decided to get into education," Brian replied. "I've only been an educator for about six years. I owned my own company and I was very successful. But it was too much when Lorrie got sick, so I decided to sell it. I managed to make enough profit to allow me to stay home and take care of her, and it still allows me a few luxuries."

"No wonder you're such a cut-throat negotiator," Fran said. She smiled at him. "The school district sand-bagged me, sending you to negotiate the contract."

Brian smiled and shook his head. "I'm not so sure about that," he replied. "You didn't exactly cave in to my demands, you know. Shall we go in and eat?"

"Sounds good," Fran said. She swallowed hard. Now what? She was still disquieted by his comments about her potential sexuality and very nervous about being alone in his house with him.

They got out of the car and Brian led Fran through a breezeway, into the house.

The interior of the house was even lovelier than the outside. The furnishings were either real antiques or very good reproductions, and the home was obviously well cared for. It looked very comfortable.

Fran looked around and began to relax a little. She noticed wonderful cooking smells. "Something smells delicious," she said. "Who's cooking?"

"I have an excellent housekeeper and cook," Brian said. "I called her and asked her to make something for us. I'm sure whatever she made for us will be fabulous."

"You have a housekeeper and a cook?" Fran asked.

"Only one person, who fills both roles," Brian said, grinning. "And in case you planned to ask, she doesn't live here. I'm a real slob, and I don't cook very well so, as far as I'm concerned, the expense is worth it. Mildred is a fantastic cook and keeps my house from looking like a landfill."

"Oh," Fran said. She felt herself blushing and didn't exactly understand why.

"Come on," Brian said, "I'll show you around. We'll start upstairs and work down to the kitchen." He led her up along, winding staircase.

Their first stop was a huge bedroom, the centerpiece of which was a king-sized four-poster bed. "This is the master bedroom," Brian said, with more than a little pride in his voice.

Fran found it hard to believe the size of the bedroom. It was bigger than the living room in her cabin.

"Brian, this is lovely," she said. She walked to the window and looked out. She could see the huge, superbly manicured back yard. The property on which the house sat was expertly landscaped. There was a huge in-ground swimming pool in one corner of the yard and a brick barbecue highlighted a stone patio at the end of the pool nearest the house.

"Are you OK, Fran? You've been very quiet since we got here," Brian asked. His question startled Fran and she turned.

"I...I'm OK," she replied. "Your home is fantastic." She turned again to look out the window. "God, your back yard is gigantic. Do you have a gardener, too?"

"No," Brian said. "The yard is my creation. It's what I do on weekends and during the summer. It's my way of keeping myself sane."

Fran could tell from the sound of his voice that he'd moved closer to her. She felt an increase in the tension she'd been feeling ever since they'd arrived at the house. Then his arms slid around her waist and he pulled her back against him.

Brian's action took Fran completely by surprise. She was in his embrace before she could resist. Even worse, she was stunned to discover, was the fact that contact with his body was doing things to her she didn't want to have it do. At least not at first. Brian's arms tightened, then he kissed her neck. Fran could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks and a shudder went through her.

"Brian, noooo!!!" she murmured, but in spite of herself, she could feel excitement beginning to spread through her. She stiffened, intending to try and pull free of his embrace, but the movement only pressed her buttocks more firmly against his erection, and that added fuel to the fires of desire which were threatening to explode into a wildfire of need. "Brian, we...we shouldn't," she protested.

"Why not?" he asked softly, continuing to nuzzle her neck. "Don't you want me?"

"Ah...yes...um...ah...no," Fran stammered. She was more confused than she'd ever been in her life. Her body pulsed with longing for him, yet her head kept telling her this was wrong. A maelstrom of chaos whirled in her mind, leaving her unable to think. She expected him to make a pass at her, but nothing like this. And she certainly hadn't anticipated the way she was responding to him.

"You know, Fran, I've wanted to make love to you almost from the first time I saw you," Brian whispered. He cupped his hands around her breasts and his fingers discovered her erecting nipples and began rubbing over them.

What little ability to resist Fran had left was fading quickly. She tried to talk, but "Ohhhhhhh!!" was all that came out.

Brian stunned her again by picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her on it gently, then he sat down next to her, leaned over, and his lips and hers joined in a passionate kiss. While they kissed, he unbuttoned her blouse, then he unhooked her bra, baring her breasts. When the kiss ended and he moved his lips to her swelling nipples and began suckling them. It drove her wild. Her back arched, driving the fleshy tips deeper into his mouth.

While he attended to Fran's breasts, keeping her off-balance with growing passion, Brian slid his hand down and opened her slacks, then he began to kiss his way across her heaving chest.

"Brian, this is wrong, we shouldn't..." Fran protested when she finally mustered the strength to talk. She meant what she said, but she also knew that unless he stopped they were going to make love. She was so turned on; she wouldn't be able to refuse him!

Brian, acting as if he didn't hear her, slid her slacks and panties down. When he did, her hips involuntarily rose to make his task easier, showing him how desperate she was for him, giving the lie to her words of protest.

He gently pushed her legs apart, then he climbed between them. Fran realized, when she looked up at him, that he was naked! She had no idea when, or how, he'd managed to get his clothes off.

"Oh, Brian!" she murmured, as he lowered his body onto hers.  "Ahhhhh!!!" she groaned when his erection struck her swollen labia. She no longer was able to make even a pretense of resistance. She grasped his swollen pole, tugged on it, and guided it to her aching opening. She knew, somehow, that Brian wouldn't leave her hanging, that he would give her the pleasure she so desperately needed.

He slid into her slowly, filling her, stretching her delightfully, sending a flood of warmth through her as his huge cudgel invaded her body. Her hips rose of the bed, accepting the hot invader, drawing him deeper. "Oh, God!" she cried, "Oh, God!! Oh, God!!!"

Brian rocked his hips, moving his shaft in her. "Yes!!! Yesssss!!!" he groaned, his cries of delight echoing Fran's.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!" Fran cried. Her hips went into spasms and her body shook violently as a furious orgasm ripped through her. "Please!!! Brian, please!!!! Take me!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Oh, yes!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!!!" she cried, as, finally, she experienced the release she needed.

Brian moaned when his convulsing penis filled her with his torrid fluids, bathing her vagina with warm wetness, driving her even wilder.

Eventually, their passion slaked, they lay in each other's arms.

"We...we shouldn't have done that," Fran said softly. "I...I don't know what...what came over me. Brian, why...?"

Brian kissed her on the nose. "Why not?" he asked.

"I...I'm confused..." Fran said hesitantly.  She was glad she had accepted his invitation. "Look what I'd have missed if I'd turned him down!" she thought.

"I probably shouldn't have lured you here like this, but I wanted to find out if what I believed about you was right," Brian said. "And I'm delighted to say you far exceeded my imagination."

"Oh," Fran said softly.

A bit later, wearing a robe Brian had gotten for her, Fran sat in the kitchen, watching Brian, wearing a monogrammed dark blue robe, set out the things the cook had left them for dinner.

"What is that?" she asked when he took a dish out of the oven and set it on the table.

Brian shrugged. "It smells like some kind of seafood casserole," he replied. "It's ready. Let's eat."

Dinner was very pleasant. As they ate, they chatted pleasantly about school, and about how much the employee assistance plan was needed. Fran found herself relaxing and growing more comfortable with Brian. She enjoyed his company. He was witty and he listened carefully to what she said.

While Brian cleaned off the table and did the dishes, Fran went back up to the guest bedroom to take a shower and get dressed so Brian could take her home. Instead of a shower, she drew a hot bath and soaked in a tub filled with warm water and foamy bath salts. She kept think about Brian's lovemaking as she rested in the warm water. He was one of the most satisfying lovers she ever had. She closed her eyes and could visualize his erection, poised and ready to spear into her. She tried to stop the thoughts, but couldn't. Her erotic musings were turning her on again!

At last, afraid she'd wrinkle from being in the water too long, she climbed out of the tub, dried herself off, and went back to the guest bedroom. She intended to get dressed, but instead she lay down on the bed. She didn't plan to fall asleep, but she did.

Fran was sure she was dreaming. A hand was gently, insistently, caressing her breasts. First one nipple, then the other, was teased lightly. Then the hand slid softly over her breasts, stroking them with the most incredibly light touch. It felt so wonderful! Powerful waves of delight crashed broke over her. It felt so real! The hand gently wrapped around one breast and her swelling nipple pressed into the cupped palm. God, it felt so real! "Mmmmm!" she moaned, then she jumped when she realized she was no longer asleep. The wonderful feelings continued. She opened her eyes, frightened to find herself in a strange bedroom, then she relaxed. It was Brian! He was making love to her again! "Ohhhhhh!!!" she murmured as his roving hand stirred her deeply.

He lowered his face to hers and their lips met, tongues entwining in torrid fusion. Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him down onto her.

They finally broke the kiss, their chests heaving. Brian stretched out on the bed next to Fran and she snuggled against him.

Brian grinned, kissed her again gently, then his hands resumed their exploration of her body, warming her, thrilling her.

Fran couldn't believe how wonderful he was making her feel. "Oh, Goddd, Brian!" she moaned. "Your touch is so wonderful!"

"I'm glad," Brian replied. "Because I want to make love with you again!"

Fran pulled his face to hers and they kissed again. His hands continued to rouse her, to fire her need for him. She felt his warm, nude body pressing against hers, his erection pushing between her trembling thighs and clutched at him. "I want you!" she told him, "Now! I can't wait! Please, Brian! Take me!" She desperately needed what she knew he would give her!

Exhilarated by the urgency in Fran's voice, Brian rolled on top of her, his legs sliding between hers, forcing them apart. As he lowered himself onto her, his erection rubbed against her vaginal lips.

The sensations Fran experienced when Brian moved on top of her were sweet, so exquisitely sweet, they brought tears to her eyes.

Brian saw the tears in Fran's eyes and held himself still. "Why are you crying, Fran?" he asked, concerned. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, you're not hurting me!" Fran replied quickly. "It's...it's just that you feel so good and I need this so much!" She pressed her body up against his.

Brian moved his hips and his shaft slid into her, moving easily deep into her wanting, willing body.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Yessssss!!!! Yesssss!!!!" Fran moaned when his stave stretched and filled her. He began moving and she could feel every inch of his stiff wand as it plunged deep into her, withdrew, then slid back into her. When their middles were pressed together tightly, she rotated her hips, making his fullness lash around inside her and caress the sensitive walls of her vagina. Her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone. "Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried, "Oh, God, Brian! That feels so wonderful! Oh, God, I love this!"

Rocking and straining against one another, they approached climax, their joined bodies writhing and straining, their lips connected, tongues sliding snake-like against one another, the fires of passion burning fiercely.




The Widow Ch. 07



"Now, Brian! Now! Take me!!!!" Fran cried, "Please!!! Please, Brian!!! I need you!!!" Her orgasm began, then she felt his torrid juices exploding into her. "Yessss!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Oh, yesssssssssss!!!" she groaned. Her hips bucked against him while rapture filled her.

After they finished, they lay in each other's arms for a while, then they got up and went back down to the kitchen. Brian made them each a cup of hot chocolate. He set the two cups on the table then sat down across from Fran. He looked at her and smiled.

They didn't talk much, just drank their hot chocolate and looked at each other. Fran, once more feeling pangs of guilt, wasn't sure what to say, and found their silence a relief.

After he finished his hot chocolate, Brian stood up, pulled Fran to her feet and moved behind her. He slid his hands inside her robe and hefted her breasts in his warm hands, kissing her neck at the same time.

"Brian!" Fran exclaimed as flames of passion flared inside her once more. When he touched her, she was helpless! "Don't...don't you ever stop?"

"I guess not," Brian replied. "You seem to have an extraordinary ability to arouse me. I don't think I've ever been this randy before in my life. Would you like to go back to bed?"

His fingers twirled her rigid nipples making Fran shudder. She moaned softly. "Yesssss!!!!" she exclaimed, pressing herself against him. "Yesss!!" She turned in his arms and kissed him. "Take me to bed!"

Brian cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her off her feet, pulling her closer. Finally, the kiss ended and he set her down.

Fran was surprised how strong he was. "Brian!" she exclaimed when he scooped her up in his arms and started toward the stairs. She laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck softly, her hands playing in his hair, as he carried her back upstairs. "This is so wonderful!!" she whispered. "You have no idea how much I needed what you've given me tonight!"

"I'm glad I had the opportunity," Brian replied. He carried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed, then he stood next to the bed, gazing down at her. "You really are gorgeous!" he said, moving onto the bed. "I hope you don't mind it if I say you're a bit of a mini-marvel!"

Fran felt herself blushing. Then she was in his arms, he was kissing her, and his hands were moving over her, sending indescribable delight into her body every place they touched it.

Fran somehow wound up on her belly. Brian's hands began to move lightly over the smooth curves of her back, then he began to caress her buttocks. "Ohhhh!!!" she groaned, "That feels so nice!" The wild sensations his venturing hands caused made the muscles in her ass tighten with passion. "Yesss, Brian!!!" she crooned, "I love that!" His hands moved down her thighs, stroking them, making them quiver. His hand glided lightly over the velvety skin on the inside of her legs, parting them, moving closer and closer to where her legs and body joined.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn!" Fran moaned. His caresses exhilarated her! He began exploring her excitement-sodden vagina, her hips began to move involuntarily, and the fires of passion blazed brighter and brighter.

A finger slid into her, tantalizing her, spreading her open. Brian's other hand slid under her, found her clit, and made her hips move even more fervently when it began twirling the swollen, nerve-filled bud. When he began to kiss and lick her buttocks, Fran was sure she would lose control! "Ahhhh!!!" she moaned. "Oh, yessss!!! Oh, yessss!!! So good!!! Oh, God, Brian, it feels so good when you touch me!!!"

Desire grew rapidly and Fran felt herself nearing the point of no return, plunging toward the edge of bliss. "In me!!!" she cried, "Please, Brian I want you in me!!!"

Brian, as turned on as Fran was, wanted her as badly as she wanted him. He moved behind her bucking, straining body, pressed against her and replaced his thrusting finger with his erection. He couldn't get over how wonderful it felt to spear into her, how tight her love tunnel clutched him. He resisted the urge to plunge rapidly and, with great effort, began to stroke slowly, savoring the wild feelings of ecstasy rippling up his spine.

"Yessss!!! Oh yessss!!!" the tiny, beautiful woman moaned, "I need you, Brian!!! Take me!!! Please, Brian take meeeee!!!! Take meee!!!"

Brian reached under her and his hand once again began to strum her clit, making it vibrate, sending thrills into her. He began to thrust faster and faster. He couldn't wait! The position added so much to his excitement that he was losing control. His penis began to throb. "Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!!" he moaned. His body jammed against hers and his penis erupting powerful jets of his juices.

"Yessssss!!!! Come!!! Come!!!" Fran moaned, "Take meeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!!"

Their cries of ecstasy turned to moans of delight, then even those faded as the frantic motions of their bodies calmed.

Brian collapsed on top of Fran and she fell forward, all of her strength sapped. Finally, his penis softened and slid from her and he rolled to his side and took her in his arms. "Do you have to go home tonight?" he asked.

"I...I don't know, I...I should, I guess," Fran replied, even though she knew she didn't want to. "I...I have a friend visiting me and..."

"Will he be upset if you don't come home tonight?" Brian asked.

"Cute, Brian," Fran giggled. "My friend's name is Joanne and I'm sure she won't mind if I don't come home. It's just that..."

Brian's hand wrapped around one of her breasts and his thumb began sliding back and forth over her nipple. "It's just that what?" he murmured.

Fran shuddered. "Nothing," she said. "There's no reason why I can't stay."

"Good!" Brian said. He bent his head and drew her nipple into his mouth.

Fran groaned and clasped her hands around his head.




The Widow Ch. 08



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi


Chapter eight

Greg Atkinson awoke and looked toward the bedroom window. He knew it was early because the sun hadn't come up yet. He turned his head, gazed at his wife Abby's lovely face on the pillow next to his, and marveled how stunning she was. He said a prayer of thanks that she was lying there next to him. He didn't want to waken her so, very carefully, he pulled back the covers, and studied her unadorned body. Her long, lean legs connected to a body that was slim, but curved in all the right places. Her navel was a delightful highlight in the middle of her flawless belly. His eyes traveled to her large breasts, which rose and fell evenly as she breathed. He was a breast man, and, as far as he was concerned, his wife's were the finest he'd ever seen. Large, rosy areoles surround her nipples, which got so huge when she was aroused. Looking at his wife's exposed body wasn't enough. he had to touch her! Trying hard to keep his touch gentle, he traced one finger softly over her silken skin.

Abby opened her eyes and smiled. "Ohhhhhhhh!!!" she murmured. Then she stretched. Greg was tickling her, driving her crazy! Nobody touched her the way he did! She couldn't understand how his touch could be so light! It never failed to drive her wild!

Greg swallowed hard and his eyes got wider. Abby knew what a powerful effect it had on him when she stretched and, as far as he was concerned, she did it better than anyone he'd ever seen. He felt tingling in his middle.

"Good morning, darling," Abby purred. Her husband continued trailing his fingers over her and she shivered. "Oh, God, does that ever feel wonderful!"

Greg kissed her. When he did, his wife's arms slid around his neck and her body glued itself to his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, met his, and entwined with it. His passion heightened. While he kissed his wife, his hand began to slide up and down over her smooth legs. Touching her felt so wonderful!

After the kiss ended, his lips traveled down his wife's finely formed neck, onto her chest. Up the slope of one breast to the straining peak, his lips went. 

Abby groaned. "Yessss!!! Greg!!! Oh, Greg!!! Yessssss!!!" She clutched his head, pressing him against her.

Slowly, deliberately, savoring each centimeter of skin they touched, Greg's lips moved to the mate of the breast he'd been suckling. Then he lavished his attentions on that straining peak, too.

Abby writhed and gasped in ecstasy. "Greg!!! Oh, Greg!!!" she groaned, "God, you always make me feel so good!!! Oh, Greg!!! I...I love you!!!!"

From her breasts, Greg's lips ventured onto the velvety surface of his wife's upper chest. Her skin undulated as his lips moved over it. He continued stroking her legs, which moved aimlessly, a demonstration of the powerful effect his caresses were having. Her moans continued to increase in volume and urgency. "Oh, God!!! Please!!! Greg!!! Please!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Please!!!!" she mewled, squirming.

Across her belly, pausing only for a brief exploration of her navel, her husband's lips moved.

Abby sucked in her stomach and her hips rocked upward. "Yessssss!!! Oh, Greg, Yessssssss!!!" she cried.

Greg slid his hand between her legs onto her vagina, and her hips shot upward.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Abby gasped. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned when he slid a finger into her sopping wet opening. His lips arrived on the verge of her lush pubic forest, then continued through it. "Greg!!! Please!!! I need you!!!" she begged. Her hips began to move wildly as his finger thrust in and out.

When Greg's tongue touched her clit and Abby exploded into paroxysms of ecstasy. "Ggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Greg!!! Greg!!! Oh, Greg!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!" she cried.

Greg held Abby in his arms after she finished coming and she kissed him tenderly. "God, Greg, that was really a neat way to wake up!" she exulted. A shudder ran through her. She moved her leg, caressing his erect cock with it. "Are you planning to let me have that?" she asked, smiling.

Greg grinned. "I will if you want it," he replied.

"You know I always want it," Abby said. Her slim fingers encircled her husband's organ and began stroking it. "Put it in me!" she urged, tugging at him.

 Greg rolled onto her and, as he did, Abby guided him into her. He experienced unfettered passion as sank into his wife. Once he was in her all the way, he began stroking gently, evenly, in and out.

Abby found the slow movement of her husband's erection in and out of her delightful! Fabulous feelings flowed through her. She felt Greg begin to move faster and faster and knew that, soon, she would experience even more delight.

Greg held himself over his wife on outstretched arms and continued to thrust into her. He knew he was moving faster and faster, but couldn't stop himself.

Abby clutched her husband's buttocks and pushed herself up against him. "Yessss!!! Oh, Greg, yesssssss!!!!" she crooned, her fingers digging into his bottom. "Take meeee!!! I need you!!!"

Before Greg knew it, he was driving powerfully into his wife, making her breasts quiver as his body slammed against hers.

Abby gasped for breath. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take me!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Please, Greg!!!" she moaned. "Take me noww!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" she cried. The movement of her hips became frantic.

"Ggaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Greg groaned, discharging his sizzling fluids into her.

Sated, Greg rolled off his wife, onto his side, and pulled her against him. They dozed off and the next thing he knew, it was daylight. Greg had to get up and go to work, so he had to get up. He didn't want to waken Abby, who was working the three to eleven shift that day, so he carefully slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower and shave. When that was done, he got his uniform out of the closet in the bedroom and slipped into in the hallway outside. Once he was dressed he went out to the kitchen to get himself some breakfast.

He was surprised when Abby, wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe, walked into the kitchen a few minutes after he got the coffeepot going.

"I didn't want to wake you," Greg said.

"I didn't want you leaving without giving me a kiss," Abby said. She sat down at the kitchen table.

Greg poured two cups of coffee, carried them to the table, and set it in front of her. Then he got out milk, sugar, and a box of cereal and set them on the table, too.

"I kind of like it that you're making me breakfast, even if it is cold cereal and coffee," Abby said.

"If I'd known you were going to get up, I'd have made quiche," Greg said. He sat down, picked up his coffee, and took a sip.

"It doesn't matter what we have, I just like having breakfast with you," Abby replied. "I can go back to bed once you leave for work." She gazed out the window at the newly graded lot next door, the lot where her cabin used to be. "It's going to take some getting used to having that lot empty," she observed.

"I know," Greg said. He poured some cereal in his bowl, added milk, and spooned on some sugar. "But I kind of like it." He ate a little cereal. "You know, Uncle John's coming today," he said.

"I know," Abby said. "I can't believe he's coming all the way up here just to build us a jungle gym."

Greg's uncle John was a retired cop. He lived in Arizona, where he'd gotten involved with a group of citizens who went around building fancy playgrounds for kids. During one of his weekly phone calls to his uncle, Greg mentioned their plan to build a jungle gym, and the man insisted on coming up and helping them build it.

"I told him he didn't have to do it," Greg said. He sipped some more coffee. "but he insisted. Uncle John and Aunt Marian never had kids, but I've never known a man who loves kids any more than he does."

"He's not that old, is he?" Abby asked.

"I think he's fifty-seven," Greg said. "He retired when he reached the minimum retirement age because Aunt Marian was sick. Aunt Marian's been dead a little over a year, and she died about a year after Uncle John retired."

"That's so sad," Abby said.

"It is," Greg said. "Uncle John really loved Aunt Marian. Maybe even more than I love you, if that's possible." He chuckled. "You know, I just had a thought."

"What's that?" Abby asked.

"We're going to have to tone down our noise-making while Uncle John's here," he said.

Abby blushed. "You would think of something like that," she said. "What time will he get here?"

"I'm not sure," Greg said. "He said he'd pick up a rental car at the airport and drive up, even though I offered to come get him. I figure he should get here before you leave for work. If he doesn't, you can leave a set of keys with the caretaker."

"OK," Abby said.

Greg finished his breakfast, put the dishes in the dishwasher, then he walked to the door with his wife. Abby came into his arms and they kissed deeply.

"You be careful out there," Abby said. "I want to see you tonight."

"I will be," Greg said. "Uncle John and I will be waiting for you when you get home tonight." 




The Widow Ch. 09



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi


Chapter nine

"Joanne, I...I need to talk with you about something," Fran told her friend at breakfast. After spending the night at Brian's house, she got up early and drove home to get a change of clothes. She had a feeling her relationship with Brian could develop into something more serious than she anticipated and felt she should tell Joanne what was going on.

"What's up?" Joanne asked. "You look tired. Does this conversation have anything to do with the fact that you seem to have spent last night somewhere other than here?"

"Ah...yeah..." Fran replied. "That is what I need to talk with you about. I...I met someone."

"That's nice," Joanne said.

"I...well, I think I may have started something last night and..." Fran said. She wasn't sure exactly what words to use to explain what was happening, mainly because she really wasn't sure what was happening with her and Brian.

Joanne grinned at her friend's obvious discomfiture. "Are you trying to tell me I'm going to be sleeping alone in the guest bedroom for the rest of my stay?" she asked, stifling a giggle. She wasn't sure whether she should tell her friend that she was developing a relationship, too. Mostly because she wasn't sure she was.

Fran nodded. "Does...does that upset you?" she asked.

Joanne smiled and shook her head. "No, Fran, it doesn't upset me, not in the least," she said. Actually, she was relieved to hear the news. Making love with Fran had been a wonderful experience, but she wasn't sure she wanted their sexual relationship to continue. And, on top of that, she knew she'd feel guilty if she slept with Fran now that she'd begun a relationship with Larry. She'd been trying to figure out how to tell Fran that. Her friend had solved the problem for her. "I understand completely. If I were in your place, I'd feel exactly the same way you do."

"Joanne, you really are a good friend," Fran said. She was happy her friend had taken the news so well. She stood up. "I've got to get going," she said. "I have a ton of things to do at work."

"You going to be late again tonight?" Joanne asked, grinning.

Fran felt herself blushing. "Probably," she said, nodding. She was supposed to meet Brian after work. She planned to take a change of clothes with her today, just in case.

After Fran left, Joanne felt a little at loose ends. Knowing she wouldn't be seeing Larry made the day ahead look a little less bright, but she figured she could manage.

As had become her habit since she arrived at Fran's house, she took a walk after finishing the breakfast dishes. While she walked along the road behind the cabins, she found herself thinking about Larry. The more she thought about him, the more she realized she was thinking about the young man as if they might have a future together.

"Joanne Williams, you're being a fool," she chided herself. "You've known Larry two days, and most of that time you've been having sex with him. What do you really know about him?"

Joanne did know there was a fifteen-year difference in their ages and that did bother her. She didn't know what he did for a living, either. She knew he had a job other than doing odd jobs for Fran, but she had no idea what that job was. Maybe he had a girlfriend and was just using her for sex.

"Joanne, you ought to know better," she scolded herself as she walked along the road, "they say there's no fool like an old fool and, judging from the way you're acting lately, they just maybe right."

She began to convince herself that the best thing she could do was break off her relationship with Larry and do it before she got hurt. The problem was, she wasn't sure she could do that...or wanted to.

Greg Atkinson pulled his patrol unit into the driveway in front of James County Fire-Rescue Station 20 and parked next to a white sport utility vehicle that looked very much like the one he drove, except this one was white and had red striping and lettering on it where his was brown with gold markings. The letters on the front fender of the white vehicle said "Paramedic." Those on Greg's said "Sheriff's Deputy."

Greg signed off with his dispatcher, got out of his patrol unit and started for the fire station. The door opened and a uniformed man around Greg's age walked out.

"Hi, Larry," Greg said, greeting his friend, Firefighter/Paramedic Larry Brewster. "I saw the medic unit sitting here and thought I'd stop and see if you had time for a cup of coffee."

"I just stopped in to drop off some replacement supplies for Station 20's ambulance," Larry replied. "I was headed back to base, but as long as I'm on the air and in my district, I don't think the department would begrudge me a cup of coffee."

"I'll meet you down at the truck stop," Greg said.

A few minutes later, the two friends were sitting in a booth in the truck stop's diner. Big porcelain mugs full of steaming black coffee sat on the table in front of them.

"I saw you working over at Fran Martin's place the other day," Greg said. "You still doing odd jobs on your days off?"

"I'm only doing them for Fran," Larry replied. "I managed to find someone else to take over the other jobs I had." He could feel his face getting a little hot and wondered why. "I mean, I've been doing stuff for Fran ever since I was old enough to hold a rake, you know?"

"You ever think about making a move on Fran?" Greg asked. "I mean, you're a bachelor and all, and I know you don't have anyone special in your life right now. Fran's a pretty hot number, too."

Larry drank some of his coffee and shook his head. "Fran's nice and all," he said, "and you're right, she is damn good-looking, but she isn't my type."

"Who is your type?" Greg asked his friend. "You know, buddy, you aren't getting any younger."

"What's this, now that you're married, you figure there's something wrong with me because I'm not?" Larry retorted.

"No, that's not it," Greg said. "I was just talking, you know?"

"Have you met the woman who's staying with Fran?" Larry asked.

"Joanne Williams?" Greg said. "Yeah, she and Fran had dinner at our place the other night. She seems nice." He looked at Larry and grinned. "What's this, buddy, you thinking about making a move on Joanne?"

Larry was staring into his cup. His face felt really warm and he knew he was blushing. "Well, she really is attractive, you know?" he said softly. "And..."

Larry was interrupted by a series of beeps coming from the portable radio sitting on the table. "James County Emergency Operations Center dispatching Engine 19, Ambulance 20, and Medic 15," the radio said. "Report of a man experiencing chest pains, the Gotwell Residence, Arlington Road, one mile from the intersection with Route 19."

"Gotta go," Larry said. "Sounds like Mr. Gotwell's vapor-locking again." He grabbed his portable radio, slid out of the booth, and headed for the door. "Medic 15 to Control," he said into the radio as he walked toward the door, "Show this unit responding."

Greg sat in the booth, watching his friend leave, and smiled. "Well, now," he thought. "It looks like Larry might be interested in Joanne Williams. Isn't that interesting? Abby will be tickled to find this out." He finished his coffee, then he got up and walked out to his patrol unit.

The rescue call Larry was assigned to wasn't that serious. It was someone he'd seen before, one of the older people who had a vacation home in the area. The man had chronic heart trouble and was experiencing angina. He treated the man at the scene and accompanied him to the hospital in the ambulance. When he finished at the hospital, he rode back to his medic unit with the ambulance crew. The call didn't take long, so he spent the rest of his morning delivering supplies to the other two fire stations in his paramedic response district. By the time his deliveries were done, it was almost lunch time and he was only a few miles from the lake, and Joanne Williams.

"I wonder if Joanne would mind if I stopped by for a few minutes?" he wondered as he drove back toward base. He was near the lake anyhow, so stopping to see her wouldn't be a problem. He advised his dispatcher where he'd be, then turned onto the road that led to the lake.

Joanne was making lunch when she heard a vehicle pull up outside the house. She looked out the window and saw what looked like some kind of fire apparatus and wondered who it was and why the fire department was stopping at Fran's house.

She was startled when the door opened and Larry Brewster, wearing a dark blue uniform and badge, got out and started toward the house. As she watched him approach the house, her heart began to race.

Larry started to knock on the door, but before he could, it opened. Joanne, smiling, stood there. "Hi," she said.

"Hi, Joanne. I...I hope you don't mind that I stopped by unnanounced," Larry said.

"I'm glad you did, I was just getting lunch together," she said. "You want to join me?"

Larry grinned and nodded. "I'd love to," he said. "That's why I stopped in the first place."

A little later, they were seated at the kitchen table, eating.

"I didn't know you were a fireman," Joanne said. "How long have you been doing that?"

"Actually, I'm a paramedic," Larry explained. "I'm also a firefighter, but my primary assignment is medical calls. My dad's a doctor and he wanted me to go to medical school, but when I got out of high school, I wanted to do something different. I started out with the fire department as an emergency medical technician and firefighter. When they put the paramedic program together three years ago, I got into that."

"Do you like it?" Joanne asked, intrigued.

"It's interesting," Larry said. "No two days are the same, that's for sure. It gets pretty crazy sometimes, but I do like it."

"Isn't it dangerous?" Joanne asked.

"Not really," Larry said. "The firefighters, they have to go into burning buildings. Now that I'm a paramedic, I mostly stand around outside and wait for one of them to get hurt. Their job is a lot more dangerous than what I do."

"I'm glad you stopped by," Joanne said. "I...I was thinking about you this morning."

"You were?" Larry asked. "I...I was thinking about you, too. I bumped into Greg Atkinson earlier. We had coffee and we were talking about you."

"You...you were?" Joanne replied. "What were you saying about me?"

"Actually, we didn't get to talk about you all that much," Larry said. "About the time your name came up, I got a call and had to leave."

"Oh," Joanne replied.

"Greg's always bugging me about getting married," Larry said. "At least he has ever since he got married."

"And...and what does your friend's wanting you to get married have to do with me?" Joanne inquired.

Larry smiled at her. "Well, Greg was kind of getting on me because there's nobody special in my life," he said. "And...well, I...you know..."

Joanne studied the young man and could see he was uncomfortable. "Are you between girlfriends right now, Larry?" she asked.

Larry shook his head. "That's not it, exactly," he replied, his face reddening, "I've never dated all that much, I..."

Joanne was surprised by his admission and wondered what the reason for his not dating much was. "Why is that?" she asked.

Larry was bright red now. "Well, you know, I work a pretty weird schedule and...well...asking someone out isn't easy," he replied. "And, ah, I haven't met a lot of women I wanted to, you know, ask out anyhow."

Joanne had a question she needed to have him answer. "Larry, what...what am I...to...to you?" she inquired.

Larry looked puzzled. "What...what are you...to me?" he responded. "I...I'm not sure. I...I never met anybody like you before. I...I think you're the most gorgeous woman I ever saw and..." A series of loud beeps came from his portable radio.

"James County Emergency Operations Center dispatching Engine and Ambulance 18, and Medic 15," the radio said. "Report of a woman with chest pains, the Brenner residence, Bellingham Road, one-half mile from the intersection with the old Jamestown Road."

Larry stood up and grabbed his radio. "Thanks for lunch, Joanne, I have to go," he said. "It sounds like Mrs. Brenner's having another gall-bladder attack. I'll see you tomorrow." Then he was out the door.

Joanne watched Larry rush out the kitchen door, then she heard his vehicle start. Moments later, she heard a siren begin wailing. She wondered what he was about to say when the radio interrupted him. He had said he'd never met anyone like her, and that she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. It certainly was a good start. She would just have to wait until tomorrow to hear the rest of Larry's statement.

Two men who worked for a tree-pruning company were clearing tree branches away from power lines on the road where Fran's and Greg's cabins were located. They had been working in the private club all week. They were sitting on the ground leaning against their truck, eating lunch, and saw Larry leave.

"Did you see that, Bruno?" one of the men, a bulky, bearded, dirty man with sandy brown hair asked his companion.

"Yeah," Bruno, a short, slim man with scraggly black beard and moustache, said. "Damn, Jimmy, it looks like she's servicin' the fire department today. I wonder if that kid she was screwin' yesterday knows she's fuckin' a fireman, too. Or vice-versa."

His friend Jimmy laughed. He worked up in the bucket, cutting branches from high up in trees. He saw Larry go into the house two days earlier and, when the kid still hadn't come out when he and Bruno finished for the day, he had a pretty good idea what was going on. Over their after-work beers, he mentioned it to Bruno, who thought the same thing he did.

Today, having seen Larry's fire department unit at the house, the two men made an assumption that wasn't correct.

"You know," Jimmy said, "if that chick in there's that hot for screwin', maybe she wouldn't mind takin' on a couple of guys like us, too. Whadda ya think, Bruno?"

"Yeah, Jimmy, you could be right," Bruno replied, his eyes bright. "You think we oughta go and ask her?"

"Maybe we will before we're done with this job here," Jimmy said, "maybe we will." 




The Widow Ch. 10



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter ten

Brian surprised Fran by showing up at her office just before the end of the business day. He was pleased to see the smile on her face and the way her eyes brightened when she saw him. "I hope you don't mind that I'm a bit early," he said.

Fran smiled. "Hi, Brian," she said. "I'm not at all upset. I finished early, too. I was just about to call you."

"You know, my dear!" Brian said, "You look fabulous in that outfit!"

Fran felt herself blushing. Her dress was loose-fitting and made of natural cotton. It had short sleeves and elastic at the neck and waist. She had a red cotton sash tied around her waist and a string of brown clay beads around her neck. The loose dress accentuated, rather than hid, her voluptuous figure. "Thank you, Brian," she said.

"Ready to go?" Brian asked.

Fran nodded. "Let me get my coat," she said. She got up and took her coat off the wooden coat tree just inside her door. Brian helped her slip it on, then they left.

Brian took her to a very nice restaurant. It wasn't overly fancy, but it was homey and comfortable. The proprietor, a short man, ruddy faced man, who spoke with an unusual accent, was apparently a friend of Brian's. He greeted them at the door and made a huge fuss over Fran after Brian made introductions. The owner's name was Ricardo.

"You are a very attractive lady, Miss Fran," Ricardo said. "I have been telling my friend, Brian, he needed to find a woman to help him get over his sadness." He smiled and shook his head. "Although I never dreamed he would find one such as you."

Fran felt her face getting very warm and knew she was blushing like crazy. "Ah...thank you," she replied. "You are too kind."

The owner took them to a table in a cozy corner. "Here you will have some privacy," he said, grinning. He handed them menus and lefty

"How was your day?" Brian asked.

Fran smiled across the table at him. "I had a hard time concentrating on my work. I kept thinking about you...and last night," she replied.

Brian smiled. "Do I have that much of an effect on you?" he asked.

Fran nodded. "Yes," she said softly. "You do."

 "If that's the case I guess I don't need to worry about my sex appeal then, do I?" Brian said. "You are a tremendous boost to my self-image."

"Knock it off," Fran laughed. "You're doing as much for my self-image."

Her companion grinned and said, "I like the way you're packaged tonight."

"If you keep being this nice to me, maybe I'll let you unwrap the package later," Fran retorted.

"That's an interesting offer," Brian said. "A very interesting offer."

The meal came and they ate.

"Brian, this is incredible!" Fran exclaimed when she swallowed the first bite of her Salmon Ricardo, a house specialty he had recommended.

"It is, isn't it?" he replied. "I discovered this place years ago. It's one of the best kept secrets in town and I hope it stays that way."

"Secret or not, I don't know when I've ever had a better meal," Fran said.

They talked while they finished their meal. They were just about done when the owner emerged from the kitchen and bustled over to them. "Aha, my friends," he said. "Your meal was edible, I hope."

"It was fabulous," Fran said. "Tell your chef I think I'm in love with him."

Ricardo turned bright red.

Brian laughed. "Ricardo always cooks meals I order personally," he told a puzzled Fran.

"Is that true, Ricardo?" Fran asked.

The red-faced man gulped and nodded.

"Well," Fran said. She stood up and planted a kiss on the man's cheek.

"Ah, Miss Fran, you...you will give me a heart attack if you keep that up," the owner muttered. He turned and started for the kitchen and almost tripped over a chair in the process. Then he stopped and turned around. "I almost forgot," he said, hitting his head with the palm of his hand. "Ah, Miss Fran, you make me not able to think. Your dessert, it will be out in just a minute."

"Dessert!" Fran exclaimed. "I'm afraid if I eat anything else, I'll burst."

"Wait," Brian said. "You won't be sorry."

Dessert was a special concoction of some kind of heavenly yellow cake, fresh strawberries, and whipped cream that tasted different than any whipped cream Fran had ever eaten before. It had shredded almond chips sprinkled on it, too. She ate every bit. "My God!" she said when she finished. "I won't be able to eat for a week after this."

They had a cup of coffee and an aperitif, then they said their "good-bye's" to Ricardo and went out to Brian's car. He drove to his house and into the garage.

"I assume you want me to come in for a nightcap?" Fran asked while the garage door closed behind them.

Brian grinned at her and nodded. "That's not all. I was hoping I'd get to unwrap a present, too" he teased.

"Good," Fran said. "I was hoping that's what you were hoping."

When they were in the house, Fran took off her coat, gave it to Brian, and he hung it in the hall closet.

Brian walked across the vestibule toward Fran. "Come here," he said softly, his voice husky.

Fran walked toward him, then she was gathered into his strong arms and pulled against his bulky body. His lips covered hers. Warmth spread through both of them as their tongues emerged and lashed. The kiss finally ended and, breathless, they studied each other.

"I...I've been waiting to feel that all day," Fran gasped.

"Me, too," Brian replied. He was breathing hard.

"It was worth the wait," Fran said, then she pulled his face to hers again.

The second kiss was just as wonderful as the first. When it ended, Brian scooped Fran up in his arms as if she were weightless, carried her up to the bedroom, and laid her on his bed gently. Even though she'd experienced his gentleness before, Fran was again amazed by how tenderly he handled her.

Brian sat on the bed next to her, reached for the sash, and tugged on it. "Time to unwrap my package," he croaked.

"Yes!" Fran replied. "Oh, yes, it certainly is!"

Brian undressed her slowly. He paused to caress her each time he took another item of clothing off. Fran laid there, her excitement growing, as he slowly made her naked and aroused her. After what seemed like an eternity, she was lying nude on his bed.

Brian sat there and let his eyes travel over her. "My God!" he whispered, gazing at her ardently.

Fran's body was already on fire. Her chest was heaving and she had a hard time breathing. It felt as if her heart were going to explode.

When Brian's big hand closed around one of her breasts, Fran felt as if she was going to faint. Many men had touched her, but no man ever made her feel the way this man did! It was almost like being touched for the first time! "Oh, Godddd, Brian!!!" she sighed. "Oh, yessss!!!"

He bent, and his lips wrapped around a nipple. Shock-waves of pleasure rolled over her. She grasped his head and pulled him against her. From one breast to the other his lips moved, trailing fire and delight. While his lips suckled Fran's turgid nipples, Brian's hand stole over her body, across her softly rounded belly.

"Please, Brian!!!" Fran whimpered, her hips rocking, signaling how urgently she wanted his touches to continue.

In answer to her plea his hand slid through pubic hair already wet with lubricating fluids and between her legs. Fran's body arched upward and a murmur of joy escaped from her lips. His thick fingers began prodding her opening, seeking her clit. When he found it, she knew absolute bliss. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" she moaned. Coherent speech was beyond her.

Brian's fingers continued exploring her silken lips, then one of them plunged into her and his thumb came to rest on her engorged clit. Gently, he began teasing her, thrusting and stroking her vagina while his lips adored her nipples. What Brian was doing to her drove Fran ever-wilder.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned, "Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Aggggghhhhhh!!!!!! Aaaaagggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!" Before she realized she was that close, an orgasm ripped through her and she writhed tumultuously on the bed. Brian's gentle caresses continued until she lay still.

Her eyes wide and soft, Fran gazed at him. "Brian...I...I want you!" she whispered. "Please, Brian! Take me, darling, please take me!"

He stood and shed his clothes, then he joined her on the bed. When he was lying next to her, she moved against him and their lips met. She felt his erection prodding her belly as she snuggled close to him. Her hand slid between them and she gripped the hot wand. Brian gasped and shuddered. She stroked him, loving the way it felt, anticipating how wonderful it would feel to have the swollen shaft she held in her hand plunging into her. "Take me, Brian!" she moaned, "Please, Brian, take me!"

Brian rolled on top of her, his bulk pressing her against the bed. His erection slid between her legs and nestled against the folded flesh of her vagina. She experienced sensations so fantastic that she feared she might faint with joy before he was all the way in her.

Brian raised his hips and felt the tip of his cock slide between his partner's vaginal lips. Then, slowly, carefully, he lowered himself and felt his cock start to slide into her.

Fran couldn't believe how wonderful making love with Brian was. Slowly, ever so slowly, he moved his hips, making his cock slide deep into her. Then he pulled it out, driving her wild! Thrills coursed through her like a runaway train. Then, without warning, it happened: "Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" she screamed, "Brian!!! Oh, Brian!!! I'm commminnnngggg!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!"

"Me, tooooooo!!!" Brian roared, "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhhhh!!!!" He erupted powerfully, driving her against the bed with wild movements of his hips. He felt Fran's hands clawing his back as she shared ecstasy with him. Then she went limp.

Brian, concerned, held himself over his lover on outstretched arms and looked down at her. His cock, still hard, remained buried in her magnificent body and her vaginal walls were still rippling around it. Fran lay there, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling evenly.

Brian pulled out of her and rolled onto his side on the bed next to her. Propping himself up on one elbow, he watched her carefully. After a few moments, Fran's eyes flickered open and she looked confused. Then she turned to look at him and smiled. He kissed her softly and she returned the kiss, pressing against him.

"Never!" she gushed, "It's never, ever been like that for me!"

"It was fantastic for me, too," Brian replied. He wrapped a massive arm around her and pulled her against him.

They lay gazing at each other for a long time. At last, sated, they slept.

Brian was sure he was dreaming. And in his dream, someone was giving him the most fantastic blow-job he'd ever had. He felt his penis begin to swell while his dream lover ministered to him with her lips and tongue. She was doing a fabulous job, too. His pecker was so hard he thought it was going to burst, yet still she continued, her tantalizing lips and tongue working on him.

When he opened his eyes and realized he was awake, he was confused at first. The dream didn't end when he woke up. "Where in hell am I? Who the hell is doing that to me?" he wondered groggily.

Then, as he awakened fully, he remembered. Fran! He raised his head, looked down at his groin, and saw her lips surrounded his erect organ, which disappeared, then reappeared as her head began to move up and down. "Ah...Hi," he gasped, finding it extremely difficult to speak because of the excitement pulsing through him.

Fran looked up, letting his penis slip from her mouth as she did. She still held in in her soft, warm hand. "Hi, yourself," she said. "I wondered how long it would take to wake you up." Her lips were shiny, her eyes bright with excitement.

"I'm awake," he said. "Am I ever! Now what?"

"How does this feel?" she asked. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his muscular body. Her warm, moist trench trapped his erection between them and caressed it while she slowly rocked her hips. She leaned down and their lips met in a sizzling kiss.

Fran raised her hips, reached between them, gripped Brian's erection, then she guided it to the center of her soaked opening. Slowly, she lowered herself onto Brian, exulting in the wild sensations that rushed through her as his swollen organ filled her.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" Fran said. She began to rock her hips and could feel his erection rubbing the walls of her jam-packed cave of love. She shuddered from the sweet sensations that resulted. She straightened her arms, pushing herself up so she was leaning over him, her breasts, pendulous, dangling in front of his face.

While Fran rode him, Brian experienced powerful surges of pleasure, which began at the point of their union and radiating through his body. He grabbed her dangling breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the turgid tips, feeling her quiver, hearing her moan. He was very close to coming, and her rocking hips brought him even closer, stimulating him more and more. Finally, he could hold back no longer. "God, Fran, I'm gonna come!!!" he roared. "Nowwwww!!! Nowwwww!!! Oh, Goddd!!! Am I everrrrrrr!!!!!"

His body rose and powerful spurts of his jot juices rushed into Fran, filling her, bathing her insides with heat. "Yessssssss!!!!!" she cried, "Oh, yessssssssss, Brian!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!! Brian!!!! Oh, yes, Brian!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

At last, spent and sated, Fran collapsed atop him and felt his powerful arms encircle her. He he rolled onto his side, taking her with him.

"That, woman," he said, "was fantastic!" He kissed her gently.

"It was, wasn't it?" Fran agreed. "You don't mind if I stay the night, do you?" she asked.

"I swear I'll tie you to the bed if you try to leave," Brian replied.

"Ohhh!!!" Fran giggled. "That sounds like it could be fun! She snuggled against him and, once more, wrapped in his arms, fell asleep.

In the morning, it was Fran's turn to awaken pleasantly from a dream. Her lush body was snuggled spoon-fashion, against Brian's. One of his big hands had cupped one of her breasts and he was teasing the nipple into tingling rigidity. His penis, throbbing and erect, had inserted itself between her buttocks so far, the tip was brushing the lower lips of her vagina. Thrills shot through her.

"My word, Brian, you are a horny devil, aren't you?" she murmured.

"You better believe it!" Brian said. He kissed her softly on the neck, then nibbled her ear and she giggled. He moved his hips. The action caused his penis to slide delightfully between Fran's nether cheeks. They both found the movement almost as stimulating as when it was sliding in and out of her vagina.

Brian shifted and his next thrust caused the swollen tip to plow between Fran's puffy lips, fanning her fires of passion, causing her body to quiver. Her hips moved back involuntarily in response to his action. Fran hooked a leg back over Brian's leg, opening herself to him. When he pulled back, she reached between her legs and, when he thrust forward again, she shepherded the head of his cock into her. He continued pressing forward until his cock was hilted in her all the way, and her lovely bottom was pressed against his loins.

"Oh, Brian!" Fran whispered, "That feels lovely!"

"Isn't it, though," Brian responded. The movement of his hips grew more and more urgent as the wonderful warmth surrounding his cock began building him to another peak of pleasure.

Fran slid her hand over her belly, to her middle, and could feel his erection sliding in and out of her. The indomitable organ made her nerves crackle and snap with excitement. Holding her hand against the point where their bodies were joined, she began caressing her clit. Her self-manipulation added immeasurably to the excitement Brian's rapid thrusts were generating. She felt herself ascending to a raging peak of need. Then, suddenly, she hurled over the top. "Nowwwwww!!!!" she cried when her orgasm esploded, "Ohhhhh!!! Brian!!! Brian!!! That's ittttt!!! That's itttttt!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Oh, yessssss!!!! I'm therrrrreeeeee!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Brian groaned, as he exploded. "Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

After they finished making love, they snuggled for a while. Finally they got up, showered, got dressed, and went to a nearby coffee shop for breakfast.

"What have you got going today?" Brian asked.

"I have to get out to my place and see how Joanne's doing," Fran replied, "And I have a bunch of contracts to work on at the office." She looked at him and smiled. "I'd rather spend the day with you."

"Sitting in my office listening to kids explain why I shouldn't give them detention would probably bore you," Brian said. "Heck, there are days it bores me."

Fran grinned at him. "I bet we could find interesting things to do in your office," she teased.

Brian smiled, and blushed a little. "Dinner again tonight?" he asked.

Fran leaned her chin on folded hands, smiled, and looked into his eyes. "I'd love to," she said.

"About seven?" Brian asked.

"That would be fine," Fran answered.

"You're gorgeous," Brian said.

Fran felt herself blush at his compliment. This relationship had turned out a lot better than she'd expected it to, but she was bothered, too. Did she really want a long-term relationship with Brian? More and more she thought she did.

Brian drove her to her office.

Before she got out of the car, Fran kissed him softly. "See you tonight, at seven," she said. 




The Widow Ch. 11



Passion in James County XII: The Widow

Chapter Eleven

John Farrell steered his rental car into the restaurant parking lot, found an empty parking space, and pulled into it. He got out of the car and stood there, looking at the building he was about to enter with a sad look in his eyes. The last time he ate here, his wife was alive. It was one of their favorite places to eat and John, who was feeling a bit nostalgic, thought he'd eat here.

He had arrived in Jamestown from Arizona a day earlier than he planned, and had used the day to visit old haunts and old friends. He was surprised to discover how much he enjoyed the bittersweet memories his wanderings evoked. After all these years, he still missed his wife, but he had accepted her death and had begun to work on establishing a new life for himself.

John walked into the restaurant and was greeted by an attractive blonde hostess. He thought she looked familiar, but he couldn't place a name with her face. "Used to be, back when I was a working cop, I'd never forget a face," he thought. "Getting old is a bitch."

The hostess smiled at him. "Will you be joining us for dinner, sir?" she asked.

"Yes," John said. "Damn, her voice sounds familiar, too," he thought. "You'd think I could remember a the name of a girl that pretty."

"How many in your party?" the hostess inquired.

"Just me," he replied.

"Please, follow me," the hostess said. She started walking across the dining room and John followed her.

While they moved through the restaurant, John caught the hostess studying his face. Apparently he looked familiar to her, too, and she was trying to figure out who he was.

All of a sudden he remembered her name. "You're Gail," he said, "Gail Templeton." It all came rushing back to him. She was the daughter of one of his former neighbors. He and his wife, who had no kids of their own, had become unofficial aunt and uncle to her.

The hostess nodded. "It used to be. It's Gail Burger now," she replied. She continued to wear a puzzled look and study John, who could almost see the wheels turning in her mind as she tried to figure out who he was. Actually, he thought, she looked quite attractive with the look of puzzlement on her face.

"So you did marry Ed Burger, Gail?" John said. He was enjoying her discomfiture.

She nodded. "Ah...yes...I...I did," she replied. "I know this probably sounds corny, but I'm sure I know you, and it's obvious you know me, but I can't remember your name."

John grinned at her. "Gail, I'm really disappointed in you," he teased. "Would it help if I told you the last time I saw you, you were calling me 'Uncle Johnny'?"

The young woman's face lit up with a very attractive smile. "My God!" she exclaimed. "John Farrell! I haven't seen you in, what, maybe ten years, Uncle Johnny?"

"It's about that, I guess," John said. "You went off to college, I retired, and I haven't lived around here for two years." His old neighbors' daughter had grown into an extremely attractive young woman. She was wearing a camel colored coatdress that fit her perfectly and accented what looked like a figure that was at least as good as it had been when she was a teenager. The outfit ended above her knees and displayed long, lean, legs clad in dusky pantyhose. It looked as if she kept herself in shape.

"I'd never have recognized you, Uncle Johnny," Gail said. "You've changed."

John shrugged. "I guess I've aged some, and I think the last time you saw me I had a beard and moustache," he replied. "And I was probably carrying twenty more pounds back then, too."

"I heard about Aunt Marian," Gail said, "I was so sorry. How are you doing?"

"Actually, I'm doing pretty well," John replied. "I moved to Arizona, but right now I'm on my way up to the mountains to my nephew's place."

"Do you mean Greg?" Gail asked. "What's he doing now?"

"He's a deputy sheriff," John said. "He lives up in the mountains in the place he inherited from his folks. He works in that part of the county. He just got married."

Gail nodded. "I think I remember reading about his wedding in the papers," she said. "If I remember correctly, his wife is very attractive."

John smiled. "So are you, Gail," he said. "Now that you've changed grown up."

His compliment brought a delightful flush the attractive woman's face. "You're still a typical Irishman, full of blarney, aren't you, Uncle Johnny?" she said.

"It isn't blarney. I'm telling the truth," John replied.

Gail continued to flush and looked uncomfortable. "Ah...I...I really need to get back to work," she said. "I wish I had more time to talk with you, Uncle Johnny, but..."

"What time are you off duty?" John asked. "I'm heading out for Greg's place in the morning, but I don't have anywhere I have to be until then. Of course, I don't want to keep you from your husband..."

"I...I'm done about ten," Gail replied. "And Ed's my ex-husband."

"I'll be waiting for you in the lounge at ten," John said.

"I'll be there," Gail said. " I want to hear all about what your life in Arizona is like." She smiled, turned, and walked off to greet some customers who'd come in while they were talking.

The waitress came and John ordered his meal. He sipped the cup of coffee she brought him and watched Gail while he waited for his food to come. When it arrived, he ate it. After he finished his dinner, he headed for the lounge. He passed Gail as he left the dining room and she smiled at him.

"See you in about an hour," John said.

"Yes," Gail replied. "Maybe sooner, if we aren't that busy."

John found a vacant booth in the lounge and settled in it. He ordered a beer and sipped it while he watched a band setup on a small stage on one end of the lounge. After they had their equipment set up, the band did some tuning-up exercises, then the music began.

Shortly after ten, Gail walked into the lounge. She looked around, spotted John sitting in the booth, and started toward him. He noticed that as she made her way through the crowd, a lot of the other men there gave her appreciative looks.

When Gail reached his booth, John stood up. "Would you like to dance?" he asked, "Or would you like to have a drink first?"

"I'd love to dance," Gail said. "I'll have a drink later." She linked her arm in his as they walked to the dance floor. Then she was in his arms and they were moving in time with the music.

"Thank you for asking me to dance, Uncle Johnny," she said. "It's been a long time since anyone's asked me to dance."

"You dance well," John said. He was a little surprised at how he was reacting to having Gail in his arms. Her warmth and the sweet perfume she wore tantalized him. The movement of her body under his hands as they glided around the floor was stirring tension in his groin. His cock kept getting harder and harder as her body brushed his. It had been quite a while since a woman had affected him this way. "I'm sure not acting like 'Uncle Johnny' tonight!" he thought. "I wonder if Gail still thinks about me like that?" He tried to hold his body in such a way as to conceal his growing tumescence, even though Gail was dancing very close, pressing her slim body against his.

"I'm surprised by what you said about not getting out dancing," he observed as they moved around the dance floor. "I'd have thought a woman as pretty as you are would have to fight men off."

Gail made a face. "I do have to fight men off," she said. "That's the problem. Most of the guys who've asked me out seem to think I'm an easy lay because I'm a divorcee."

"That's too bad," John observed sympathetically. "Although I do have to admit I've known more than my share of turkeys like that."

As she danced with her old friend, Gail felt something brush her leg. When she realized it was an erection, a shudder of delight went through her. She thought back to the years when she'd lived down the street from John and his wife. She always thought Uncle Johnny was handsome and, at one time, she had a huge crush on him. Actually, one of the reasons she married Ed Burger was because he had a physical resemblance to John Farrell. Unfortunately, Ed turned out to be an abusive drunkard who seldom worked.

She laid her head on John's shoulder, putting her lips very near his ear. "You know, Uncle Johnny," she whispered, "I used to have a wicked crush on you when I was younger."

The young woman's comment both surprised and delighted John. "You did?" he said. "I had no idea."

"I knew you didn't," she said. "You were too much in love with Aunt Marian. I...I always dreamed that someday I'd find someone who loved me as much as you loved Aunt Marian."

"I take it Ed wasn't that man," John said.

Gail shook her head. "He didn't even come close," she replied. "He loved Jim Beam and Jack Daniels a lot more than he ever cared about me." She found being in John Farrell's arms a bit unnerving. She knew he was widowed, but had he found someone else since his wife's death? Trembling softly she snuggled deeper into his arms. This had turned into one of the nicer nights she'd had in a long, long time.

As the evening wore on, they had drinks and danced almost every dance, especially the slow ones. All too soon the band leader announced that the band was finishing up for the night and that the next number would be the last one.

While he and Gail glided around the dance floor, John glanced down at his companion and found her looking up at him. She looked so desirable, he couldn't help himself. He began moving his face down toward hers.

Their lips met and both John and Gail found themselves unprepared for the impact the kiss had. They held it far longer then they'd planned, clinging to each other, doing little more than standing, swaying, in the middle of the dance floor. Finally, just before the song ended, they stepped apart and gazed at each other, gasping for breath and too confused to talk. They were the last couple to walk back to their table. They had their arms around each other's waists, regretting that the evening had come to an end.

John settled the bill and they walked out of the lounge, into the parking lot.

"Would you like to come to my place for a cup of coffee...or a drink?" Gail asked. She didn't want John to leave. He'd come back into her life suddenly and she more and more found herself wanting to do whatever it took to keep him in her life, at least as long as she could. "I...I had a lot of fun tonight," she said. "Usually, I just go home and watch TV after work. And I...I'm really glad I...I saw you again, Uncle Johnny."

"I'd be happy to accept your invitation for a cup of coffee," John said. He didn't feel like driving up to the mountains this late, and going to an empty motel room held little fascination for him. Besides, he didn't want his night with Gail to end yet.

When they arrived at Gail's apartment, they went inside and stood in her living room, looking at each other. Neither of them sure what to do or say.

Finally John held out his arms, Gail moved into them and, once again, their lips met. Delicious feelings flooded her, making her weak. She wanted him and believed he wanted her, too! It sure felt that way when he pressed against her! She felt giddy, like a teenager on her first date. "After all these years of wondering what it would be like, I'm finally getting to kiss him!" she thought. "And it's wonderful!"

Then, suddenly panic swept over her. What would John think of the way she was acting? Was he really over his wife's death? Would he expect to make love with her? What kind of lover would he be? Would he be disappointed in her? Why was she doing this?

John realized that Gail looked a little upset. "Gail, are you all right?" he asked.

Gail nodded. "I...I'm fine, Uncle Johnny," she replied. She leaned against him, her hands on his hips.

John tilted her face up gently with his hand and once more his lips covered hers.

Once again, heat flashed through Gail. Feelings that had lain dormant inside her for far too long were re-awakened. Her mouth opened and her tongue stabbed into John's mouth. His tongue met it and their oral digits dueled. Her legs went weak.

When the kiss ended, Gail leaned back in John's arms and looked into his eyes. She was having a hard time getting her breath. He looked at her tenderly and stroked her face softly with his fingers. The gentle gesture added to the roaring sensations of passion that threatened to overwhelm her.

John was experiencing equally powerful feelings. He hadn't been with a woman since his wife's death and now, holding Gail in his arms, he was experiencing powerful sensations of arousal. His hand glided down her neck and he caressed the skin of her shoulders and throat, exposed by the low-cut neckline of her dress.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Gail murmured. "God, John, that feels heavenly!!!"

John was delighted that, suddenly, he'd become "John," and was no longer "Uncle Johnny." "I'm glad," he replied. "I've wanted to touch you since the first time I saw you tonight." His hand slid into her dress and cupped one of her breasts.

Wild, sweet, sensations churned in Gail's stomach. His touch felt so wonderful she was afraid she would faint from pure joy. After all these years, her dream man was actually making love to her. She hoped he wouldn't think she was a pushover. She felt his erection pressing against her leg and knew he was turned on. And what he was doing to her breast felt wonderful!

John was thrilled by Gail's avid response to his touch. It looked as if she wanted him just as much as he wanted her! "You have become a really beautiful woman, Gail!" he whispered.

His words thrilled Gail. She wanted him to want her! The hand massaging her breast felt so good! It had been so long - too long - since she'd felt this wonderful! She needed to be made love to! Badly! "Ohhhhh!!!!!!! Yesssss!!" Groans of pleasure escaped from her.

John began opening the buttons down the front of her dress. When he had it open, he pushed the loosened garment over her shoulders. The coatdress fell noiselessly to the floor. His hands moved lightly over her shoulders, down her arms, then back up again. He felt her shudder as he caressed her. Her breasts were small and firm and cradled by a low-cut bra that fastened in front. Her erect nipples thrust out against the sheer garment.

"It's going to happen!" Gail thought. John was going to make love to her! She felt yearning blossoming inside her as he caressed her. What would he think of her body? His hands encircled her breasts, and he thumbed her nipples through the bra. She sucked in a breath as pleasure coursed through her. "Ohhhh!!!!!!!! Oh...Goddddd, John!!!" she moaned, trembling, "That feels so good!!!" She was afraid her legs wouldn't hold her much longer.

John undid the bra clasp and her breasts, sagging only slightly, were bared to his avid gaze. Her large nipples strained outward, even the areolas were swollen.

"I...I'm...afraid...I'll...fall," Gail stammered. "My legs...they're...they're too weak! I..."

John put his arms around her, led her into her bedroom, which was just off the living room. He lowered her onto her bed then, standing next to it, he removed his clothes.

Gail watched John disrobe, her chest heaving, her insides fluttering. Then he was lying on the bed next to her. His arms slid around her and his lips sought hers. She turned into him and felt his hands glide up her bareback. She slid her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.

After the kiss ended, John stripped off Gail's pantyhose and panties. The minute she was naked, he began caressing her gently.

Need for John blotted out everything else in Gail's mind! She shivered as he stroked her with a touch lighter than any she'd ever experienced before. Her head rolled back and her face became a mask of passion when his lips and tongue began to work on her breasts. "Nice!!! Oh God, John!! That feels soooo nice!!!" she cooed as his mouth worked on her, building her to a startling level of arousal. Having her nipples sucked had never felt this delightful before! If she didn't know better, she'd think she was liable to... "Oh, God!!!!!! Oh, God, John!!!! What's happening to meeee????!!!!!" she exclaimed as an orgasm exploded inside her. "Oh...God!!!!! Oh, God!!!!!!! My God...I'm...commmminnnnngggg!!!!!! John!!!!!!! John!!!!!!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!!!!!" Her hands clasped his head and her body twisted and turned as spasm after spasm of delight jolted her. Finally she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving.

John was startled when Gail came. He had never before seen a woman reach orgasm from having her breasts sucked! He moved up next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, surveying the rest of her lovely form. The nest of blonde pubic hair at her middle told him she was a true blonde. He found her belly, soft and rounded, terribly stimulating. He bent and kissed the soft skin of her stomach.

Gail's eyes popped open when John's lips touched her belly. Then his hand began to slide tenderly over her legs, each caress re-building passion that had been only partially dampened by her just-completed orgasm. In the middle of rolling wave after rolling wave of delight, she realized his lips were moving toward her center, to her aching vagina and she was thrilled! It had been so long since she'd felt a man's lips on her there! Then his tongue parted her soaking wet labia and her hips rose off the bed, pressing her opening tighter against his mouth. Startled, she realized she was about to lose control again.

"Aggggggaiinnnnnn!!!!!! Oh...Jesus!!!!!! Agggggaiinnnnn!!!!! My God!!!!!! My God!!!! I'm commmmminnnnnggggg agggainnnn!!!!" she cried. She squirmed frantically while John's lips and tongue mauled her vagina. "John!!!! Oh, John!!!!!! Yessssss!!! Yessssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!"

After her orgasm passed, Gail was acutely aware that she'd experienced two orgasms, but John hadn't had any. She took him into her arms and kissed him. "What about you?" she asked. "You made me feel so incredibly good. What about you?"

"I want you, Gail," John replied softly. "I want you very much! You can't imagine how much!"

"Then take me!!! Please, John!!! Take me!!!" Gail exclaimed. Despite all the ecstasy she'd enjoyed, she was still turned on! She wanted him!

John rolled atop her, kissing her, feeling her rigid nipples press into his chest. Her smooth legs parted and locked behind his. His erection, trapped between them, pressed against her belly.

Having John lying on top of her was wonderful, Gail thought. And the cock pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach felt huge! Her belly felt as if there were a million hyperactive butterflies fluttering around in it! She wanted him in her! She needed him in her!

"Please, John!!! I want you in me!!! Please don't make me wait!!!" she begged.

John lifted his hips and the rigid shaft slid down between her needing, damp, lips. He felt her warmth against the tip of his cock and pressed downward. Tremors shook both of them as the wedge-shaped head slid into her slick, yearning opening.

"Yesss, John!!! Yessss!!!" Gail groaned. "Give it to me!!! Put it in meee!!!"

John was surprised how tightly her pussy clutched him as he forced his way into her. "God, you're tight!" he exclaimed.

Gail no longer had any doubt that he found her exciting. What he was doing thrilled her from her toes to the roots of her hair! She pushed her hips up off the bed, admitting him deeper into her, until she felt his pubic hair mingling with hers. He was in her, all the way! "Goddd!!! I need you so much!!!" she groaned. "Don't stop!!! Ohhhh!!! Please!!! Don't ever stop!!!"

John began to drive into her and she rose to meet him! He gave her thrills and she returned them!

Gail couldn't recall ever feeling as good as she did at that minute! "Feels so good!!! Ohhh!!! So...so good!! Yes!!! Yes!!! I'm so close!!! Yes, John!! Oh, yes!!! Yesss!!!" She heard herself babbling, but couldn't stop. The sensations were too wonderful!




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John couldn't believe how good she was making him feel, and his own excitement mounted as, for the first time in years, he made love to a woman. She was so tight! The walls of her snug cave of flesh rippled, the wave-like movements milking him.

"Ohhhhhh!!!...Ohhhhhhh!!!...Oh, God!!!!...Oh, Goddd!!!" Gail cried suddenly, then her body went crazy. "Don't...stop!!! No!!!...Never...stop!!! Yessss!!!! So...goood!!!!!!!!! Yesssss!!!!! Yesssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

John rode his partner's bucking body as the throes of her orgasm caused it to strain and twist with surprising strength. The clasping action of her channel sucked his orgasm from him. "Nowwwwww!!! Take itttttttt!!!" he cried as hot, sticky sauce burst from him in powerful spurts. "Gail!! Oh, God, Gail!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!"

Overwhelmed by what they'd shared, they lay in each other's arms, resting.

"My God, John, that was incredible!" Gail said softly. "I can't remember ever feeling like that! You're wonderful!"

John kissed her. "I'm glad an old man like me could please you," he said.

"You aren't old," Gail said, "You're wonderful!"

They snuggled together. Since the hour was late and they both were tired, they dozed off, not really intending to.

Gail awoke in the morning, confused to find John, still dead to the world, lying next to her. Then, smiling, she carefully pulled the covers off his naked body so she could see the instrument that had given her so much pleasure the night before. There it was, lying limp against his leg. "It's so small when it's soft!" she thought. "It felt a lot bigger than that last night!"

Not wanting to waken him, she moved carefully until she was next to John's loins. She took his limp organ in her hand ever so gently, then she bent and kissed it. When she did, it jumped, then began to swell. Excitement flooded her and, without thinking, she took it into her mouth.

John had awakened when Gail pulled down the covers, but he didn't let her know he was awake because he wanted to see what she was up to. He didn't anticipate what she was thinking, though, and almost jumped off the bed when she took hold of his penis. When she put it in her mouth, he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. He felt his cock grow harder, fuller, and longer as she sucked it.

While John's cock swelled and stiffened in her mouth, Gail's insides began churning. She considered letting him come in her mouth, then decided she would prefer to have his magnificent cock inside her again. She turned, positioned herself over him, and impaled herself on it.

"Good...morning," John croaked, "Don't stop!"

"I...Oh, Jesus!...I....Ohhh!!!...I won't," Gail replied. She began rocking her hips, riding him. Once again, as they had the night before, beautiful sensations blasted through her.

John gazed up at Gail and watched her flushed face and her bobbing breasts. It felt so good! He cupped her breasts in his hands and thumbed the distended tips.

Gail was ecstatic. It was going to happen again! She was on her way to another fantastic orgasm! She needed this kind of loving so badly! Her hips moved faster and faster. It was going to happen...

"Darling!!! Darling!!! Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!!! I...I neeeeeedddd...Ittttt!!!!...Yessssss!!!!" she groaned. "I'm...cominngggggg!!! Yesss!!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggggg!!!!!"

"Unnnnnnn!!!!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" John moaned. Then he began pumping hot white fluid into her, while joy rushed through him like a spring flood.

Afterward they lay wrapped in each other's arms, sated. John kissed Gail. "Do you have to go to work tonight?" he asked.

Gail shook her head. "Actually, the restaurant is closing for vacation for a couple of weeks," she said. "This time of year, things generally are pretty slow. Why did you ask?"

"I just had a crazy idea," John said, and kissed her again.

"What kind of crazy idea?" Gail asked. She knew he planned to go to his nephew's place in the mountains and was frightened that, once their wonderful time together ended, he'd leave and she'd never see him again.

John looked at her, very somber at first, then he smiled. "Well..." he said, "I told you I was going up to Greg's place, didn't I?"

"Yes," Gail said. "You did."

"I know this probably is crazy," he said, "I mean, we haven't seen each other in years and..." He paused. "But since you're on vacation for the next two weeks I...I was wondering if you might like to go up to Greg's place in the mountains with me." 

"Oh, John, I'd love to!" Gail exclaimed. She moved against him and their lips met. 



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Passion in James County XII: The Widow

Chapter Twelve

John and Gail lay in bed for a little longer. Finally, Gail got out of bed. "If I'm going to the mountains with you, I have to take a shower and get packed," she said. She headed for the bathroom, turned the shower on and got in.

Gail finished her shower, then John took a one while she got dressed and packed some things to take along to the mountains. She still was feeling overwhelmed by how fast things were moving. It seemed like so much had happened since John walked into the restaurant the night before, but she was thrilled that she'd be spending the next week with him.

When they were both ready, John carried her things out to his rented car and soon they were headed toward the mountains.

"What am I doing?" Gail thought as they rolled down the highway. "What...what is Greg going to think when I show up with his uncle? He...he and his aunt were very close. He'll probably hate me for being with John. Why did I do this? What was I thinking when I said I'd go to Greg's place with John, anyhow?"

John noticed that Gail had been quiet for some time. He reached out and took her hand. "What's the matter, Gail, are you nervous?" he asked. "You're so quiet."

Gail nodded. "Scared is a better word," she replied. "Are you sure Greg won't be upset when he finds out you brought me along? I mean, he probably doesn't even remember me, and he sure doesn't know about us. What's he going to say when I show up with you unannounced and uninvited?"

John squeezed her hand. "You were invited," he said, "By me. And don't worry, Greg and Abby are wonderful. Greg's been bugging me for a long time to find someone. He ought to be happy I'm taking his advice. Things will work out wonderfully. You'll see. We'll have a great time."

They just had to work out, Gail thought, they just had to. Holding John's hand, she laid her head back on the car seat and was soon lulled to sleep by the sounds of the car and the gentle motions it made as it rolled along.

"Hey, sleepyhead, you want some lunch?" John asked.

Gail awakened and looked over at his smiling face. "Ah, OK," she said.

He pulled off the highway and stopped in front of a diner. They walked in, found an empty booth, and sat down. A waitress came and took their order.

"What do you think Greg's going to say when he sees me?" Gail asked.

"Probably something like, 'Hi, Gail, I haven't seen you in a while,' or something like that," John teased.

Gail frowned. "John, I'm serious!" she said. "I mean, we did just renew our acquaintance last night and all..."

"Getting reacquainted sure was wonderful, wasn't it?" John said.

Gail felt herself blushing. "John, why can't you be serious?" she asked. 

"Honey, you're getting yourself all worked up for no reason," he said. "What's the point in getting upset before you're sure there's anything to be upset about?" Believe me, once we get to the lake, I'm sure you'll find your worrying has all been for nothing."

"I sure hope you're right," Gail said.

They finished their lunch, and were soon back on the highway. Gail was again quiet, thinking. "So Greg's a police officer, just like you were, huh?" she asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't talk him out of it," John said. "He's got a pretty good deal, though. He's the only deputy working up in that area of the county, so he has a lot of freedom. I hear the new sheriff thinks pretty highly of him, too."

Despite his comment about trying to talk his nephew out of a law enforcement career, John's voice showed obvious pride in the fact that his nephew had adopted the same career he had chosen. Gail wasn't surprised. She knew Greg and John were close, and that Greg had been close to his Aunt Marion, too. What would he really think when his beloved uncle showed up with her? She continued to worry about what it was going to be like when they got to Greg's home. John seemed so sure things would be OK. Maybe her confusion was because she never, in her wildest dreams, imagined her life would take such a strange and exciting turn.

"We're almost there," John told her.

Gail looked up and saw that they were heading down a narrow blacktop road. After about a mile, John turned right, onto a dirt road. The road wended through some woods, then they came into an open area where a huge white building sat.

"That's the main lodge," John said. "Maybe, if Greg throws us out, we can stay there." He chuckled. "I'm just kidding."

They continued on the dirt road a little longer, passing a number of cabins, then John turned into the driveway of a large white two-story house. He pulled up in front of the house, stopped, and shut off the motor.

"Well," he said, "we're here."

"We are, aren't we?" Gail said. She swallowed hard. Now what?

They got out of the car, John got their bags out of the trunk, then he led Gail into the house.

Greg seemed surprised to see Gail with his uncle, but his look of surprise was quickly replaced by one of delight. He hugged his uncle, then he turned to Gail. "Hi, Gail," he said. "It's been a long time, nice to see you again." He turned back to his uncle. "You didn't tell me about this, Uncle John," he said.

"Is it a problem?" John asked.

"You know better than that, Uncle John," Greg said. "I think it's about time, don't you?" He turned back to Gail. "Welcome to our home, Gail. I can't think of anyone I'd rather see Uncle John with than you."

Gail felt herself blushing. She felt better. Maybe this would work out all right after all. If Greg's wife was as nice as John said she was, the next two weeks should be wonderful.

They walked into the living room and sat down. Gail was impressed by the beautiful view of the lake from the big picture window at the end of the living room.

"Where's Abby?" John asked.

"She's at work," Greg said, "She's working the three to eleven shift tonight."

Gail looked around. The house was lovely. It was neat, and furnished comfortably. She relaxed even more.

"You guys are probably tired from your drive," Greg said, "Come on, I'll show you your room." He led them upstairs and ushered them into a huge bedroom, the centerpiece of which was a king-sized four-poster bed.

Gail was surprised that such a huge room was the guest bedroom. Like the rest of the house, the room looked very comfortable.

"Greg, your house is lovely," Gail said.

"Thank you," Greg replied. "Look, Uncle John, while you're getting settled, I'll go down and put something together for dinner."

After John and Gail stowed their things, they went downstairs and ate dinner. After they finished the dishes, she, John, and Greg sat around talking about old times, and about how John and Gail had become reacquainted.

After a while, John yawned. "I don't know about you, Gail," he said, but I'm pooped. I think I'm going to bed. Greg, give Abby our apologies. Explain that your old uncle was too exhausted to stay up until she got home."

"Yeah, sure you're pooped," Greg said, giving his uncle a knowing smile that made Gail blush. "Go ahead, get your rest. Abby and I will see you at breakfast."

Gail accompanied John upstairs, feeling scared and excited. What now?

"Are you OK, honey?" John asked.

Gail gave him a weak smile. "I've never felt better," she told him.

John moved closer to her, his arms slid around her waist and she leaned against him. Contact with his body seemed to steady her. He bent and kissed her neck. She could feel his erection pressing against her middle and, immediately, felt excitement growing inside her. "John, should we...be doing this...here," she protested, "Greg's downstairs!"

"He put us in the same bedroom," John said, smiling. "He's a big boy. I think he knows what we're doing, don't you? Don't you want me?"

Gail's body pulsed with longing for him, and yet her mind was awhirl with confusing feelings. This was going entirely too fast.

John tugged her blouse out of her jeans, slid his hands up under it and cupped her breasts. At his request, she left off her bra when she got dressed that morning. His fingers found her erecting nipples and began caressing them. What little reluctance she had disappeared and she melted in his arms.

John felt her soften, picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the bed. Kneeling next to her, he bent and his lips and hers joined in a passionate kiss. As they kissed, he unbuttoned her blouse, baring her breasts.

The kiss ended and he moved his lips to her turgid nipples and began suckling them. It drove her wild. Her back arched, driving the firm fleshy tips deeper into his mouth, while her hands clasped his head.

John slid his hand down and opened her slacks, then moved his lips from her breasts and began to kiss his way down over her chest, which heaved, making the luscious pink-tipped globes rise and fall.

"Oh, John!" Gail moaned. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, maybe even more.

He slid her jeans and panties down. Gail raised her hips to make his task easier, showing him how desperately she wanted him. He pushed her legs apart gently, then climbed upon the bed. When John slid on top of her, she realized he was naked and was surprised.. She had no idea when he'd taken his clothes off. "Oh, Goddddd!!!!" she murmured. "Ahhhhh!!!" she moaned when his erection struck her swollen labia, already moist with the effluent of need. Her hand grasped his swollen pole, guided it to her yearning opening, and tugged on it.

Slowly, in response to her urging, John slid into her, filling her, stretching her delightfully, sending a flood of warmth through her as his engorged cudgel invaded her. Her hips rose of the bed, beckoning, accepting the hot invader, and drawing him deeper into her.

"Oh God!" she cried, "Oh God!! Oh God!!!"

John rocked his hips, poking into her. "Yes!!! Yesssss!!!" His passionate murmurs echoed hers. Despite how wonderful their previous love-making had been, something made this one particularly intense for both of them.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!" Gail cried. Her hips went into a series of thrusts and spasms, her body shaking when a violent orgasm ripped through her. "I'm there!!! Please!!! Please, John!!!! Take me!!! Oh, God, John!!! Take meeeeeee!!!!!!" she whimpered, trying desperately to tone down her cries of passion, not wanting Greg to hear. She lost the battle to remain silent. "I'm comminnnggg!!! Oh, God, darling, I'm commmminnnnngggg!!!! Oh, yes!!! Come!!! Come with meeeeeeeeee!!!!"

John's orgasm joined hers, his spasming penis filling her once more 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. Gail snuggled closer to John's warm, protective bulk.

"That was the best yet," she said softly.

"It was, wasn't it?" John agreed. He kissed her on the nose. "You know, my dear, I think it would be very easy to fall in love with you."

"I feel the same way about you," Gail whispered and pressed herself against him.

Wrapped tight in each other's arms, they fell asleep.



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Passion in James County XII: The Widow

Chapter thirteen

Abby was surprised by the information her husband shared with her when she got home from work later that night. "Your uncle brought a woman with him?" she asked.

Greg nodded. "Uh-huh," he said. "Gail lived down the street from him when he and Aunt Marion lived in Jamestown."

Abby sat down on the edge of the bed. "Is she his age?" she asked.

"Actually, she's closer to my age than his, I think," her husband said.

"So she's a lot younger than he is," Abby observed.

"I guess so," her husband replied. "I hadn't really thought about it. I mean, Uncle John always seemed a lot younger than he is and all. I guess, probably, Gail is quite a bit younger than Uncle John. She's probably not much more than thirty."

Abby studied her husband. "You don't seem particularly concerned by this new development in your uncle's life," she observed.

"Actually, I'm not," Greg said. "When you see Uncle John in the morning, you'll see why I'm not. I haven't seen him this happy since Aunt Marion died. Actually, Gail could be good for him." He chuckled. "It's kind of funny. I remember seeing Gail around their house when I was younger. She had a really wicked crush on Uncle John. She followed him around and mooned over him."

"She did?" his wife asked.

Greg nodded. "Yeah, she sure did," he continued. "Thing was, everybody but Uncle John knew it, I think. I can even remember my Mom commenting on it."

"Didn't that bother your Aunt Marian?" Abby asked. "How did she like it that a girl had such an obvious crush on her husband?"

"You had to know Aunt Marian and Uncle John," Greg said. "Neither of them ever doubted the other. Actually, Aunt Marian treated Gail the same way she treated me." He smiled and shook his head. "They were like second parents to both of us."

"What's that funny look on your face all about?" his wife asked.

"Well," Greg said, chuckling, "I was in here working on finishing some reports after they went to bed. It sounded to me like Uncle John's making up for lost time."

"Really?" Abby said, grinning. "Must be that's something that runs in your family, huh?"

Greg nodded. "I guess so," he said. He smiled at her. "Actually, what they were doing made me wish you were home so we could do the same thing."

Abby stood up, stripped off her nurse's uniform and underwear. Then she put her arms over her head, stretched. When she did, she saw desire wink alive in her husband's eyes. "We'll talk about that in a minute, big boy," she said coyly. "But I've got to brush my teeth before we do anything. You sure they're asleep upstairs?"

"I haven't heard anything for an hour or so," Greg replied. "And if I'd been making the kind of noises I heard them making, I sure as hell would be asleep."

Gloriously nude, aware Greg's eyes were fastened to her, Abby walked into the bathroom. She could feel her breasts bobbing softly as she went, and made sure her bottom wiggled provocatively. She enjoyed getting her husband going. Teasing like this had become a bit of a game between them since they got married.

She stood at the sink and began to brush her teeth. In the mirror, she saw her husband come into the bathroom. He didn't say anything, he just stood behind her, watching her with blazing eyes. When she leaned over the sink to spit out the toothpaste in her mouth, he began to caress her body with long, feather-light strokes.

"Mmmmppphhh!!!" The sound of delight escaped Abby's toothpaste-filled mouth while her husband sent superbly pleasurable sensations racing through her.

Greg bent, lifted her hair, and placed a kiss at the base of her neck. Then, slowly, he began kissing and licking his way down her elegantly curved back.

Sensations, delicious and warming, began to fill Abby, and she purred with delight as her body welcomed his touch.

While Greg's lips made their maddeningly delightful journey down her back, he began to stroke her legs and buttocks with a feather-light touch of his fingers. Abby felt her legs begin to get rubbery. She dropped the toothbrush and braced herself on the counter with her hands.

It didn't take long before her husband's caresses had her trembling with anticipation. She felt as if she were on fire! Was there no end to his ability to excite her and make her need him? "Ohhhhh!!!!" she exclaimed when he kissed the dimples located in the small of her back. Then his lips and tongue moved to the cleft between her marvelous buttocks. He spread the firm globes of flesh gently with his hands and licked between them. "My God, Greg!" she exclaimed, quivering, "Does that ever feel wonderful!"

Lower and lower her husband's tantalizing tongue moved, driving her to higher and higher levels of need. She heard herself babbling and realized she'd bent further over the counter, opening herself to him more, presenting her vagina for his attention. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" she cried when her husband's his tongue circled and briefly probed her anus. Coherent speech was beyond her. She was overcome with the sensations she got as his tongue continued to probe and delve into that still-virginal opening.

At last, Greg's tongue moved on. By now, Abby was lying on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge, barely reaching the floor. The cool counter-top felt good against her super-heated body. "Uhhhhh!!!" she grunted when Greg's tongue parted the folds of her vagina. She was more turned on than she thought it possible to be without coming.

"Please, Greg!!! I need to come!!! Oh, darling, I need to come!!! Greg!!! Oh, please!!! Make me come!!! I need to come!!!" she begged.

Then something hard began to enter her. It was his finger, but Abby didn't care, just so something was in her, anything that would make her come! The finger moved around inside her for a while, stirring her to still higher limits of need, then it slid out and began to tease her rear opening. She was startled to discover that the new explorations felt incredibly good! "Ohhhh!!!" she moaned, her hips writhing and twitching, then she felt insistent pressure against her anus and had a totally new experience when her husband's finger slowly began to slide into her anus.

She felt Greg move, then the head of his penis was pressing against her vagina, slowly, wonderfully, entering her. She didn't know what made her husband think of this, but it was wild!

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Greg!!! Yesssss!!! I need you!!!! Put it in meeeeee!!!! Put it in meeeeee!!" she implored.

Once Greg had his engorged penis all the way in, he began to drive into her, sending sensations beyond description through her. She couldn't focus. All she could do was experience pleasure. Every place something touched her body, she received an intense input of pleasure. Her hips rocked in time with her husband's slow, insistent thrusts. She felt something different, too. As her hips moved, she became aware there were new, delectable feelings coming from her bottom.

Greg kept pressing his finger deeper and deeper into her snug opening. Abby was startled to discover it felt good! She couldn't believe he had his finger in her bottom!!! It was supposed to be perverted to do that, but it felt so goddamn good! Ecstatic sparks flew between her two pillaged openings. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she babbled, "It's...it's...Oh, God!!! Oh, God, Greg!!! Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeee!!!! Uhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhh!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!!!" Her body bucked wildly as one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had exploded in her.

"Nowwwww!!! Oh, yes!!! Now!!! Take it!!!!! Take it!!!" Greg cried, erupting into her like a volcano. His free hand grasped her hip, holding her against him as they pumped out their passion.

Finally Greg straightened, and as he did his cock slid from Abby. He grasped his wife's breasts and pulled her to her feet. She leaned weakly against him.

"You'll have to hold me, I think," she gasped, "I'm not sure I can stand."

Greg scooped her up in his arms, carried her out to the bed, and laid her gently on it. He slid in next to her, turned off the lights, and took her in his arms. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep.



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Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter fourteen

Joanne was having the most realistic, and erotic, dream she ever had in her life. A hand was gently, insistently, caressing her breasts through her nightgown. First it teased one nipple, then it slid over and gently began to caress the other. Then the hand slid softly over her breasts, stroking them. It felt so wonderful! Powerful waves of pleasure crashed over her. She couldn't believe how real if felt!

The dream hand kept going and grew bolder. It slid into the bodice of her nightgown and cupped itself around one of her breasts so her nipple was pressed into the cupped palm. God, it felt real! "Mmmmm!" she moaned. She jumped when she realized she wasn't asleep at all. She opened her eyes, frightened, then as her eyes began to focus, she relaxed. It wasn't a dream, it was better than a dream! Larry was there, making love to her!

"Larry, how...Ohhhhhh!!!...how did you get in here?" she murmured while the young man's roving hand continued to move over her, stirring her deeply.

"Fran gave me a key years ago, so I could check the place when she's away," Larry told her. "You don't mind that I let myself in, do you?"

Before Joanne could respond, he lowered his face to hers and their lips met, their tongues entwining in torrid fusion. Joanne's arms slid around his neck, and she pulled him against her.

They finally broke the kiss, their chests heaving. Larry stretched out on the bed next to her and she snuggled against him. "In answer to your question, no, I don't mind that you let yourself in," she murmured.

"I came over as soon as I got off duty," he said.

"And then you sneaked in and began to sexually assault me," Joanne said. She loved the way it felt to have his arms around her and his body pressed against hers.

"You don't really mind, do you," Larry asked. He grinned, kissed her again and his hands resumed their exploration of her body, warming her, thrilling her.

"Oh, lover!" she moaned, "Of course I don't mind. I need you so badly! I couldn't fall asleep last night because I was thinking about you."

"I'm glad," Larry replied. "I've had a hard-on ever since I left the fire station this morning."

Joanne pulled his face to hers and they kissed again. His hands continued to rouse her, to fire her need for him. He pulled her nightgown up and, with her help, managed to get it off.

"Let me undress you!" Joanne said. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. Soon he was naked, too, and his warm, nude body was pressed against hers. His erection was pushing between her trembling thighs.

"I want you, Larry!" she told him, "Now! I can't wait! Please, darling! Take me!" She desperately needed the overwhelming thrills she knew he would give her!

 Exhilarated by the urgency in Joanne's voice, Larry rolled on top of her. His legs slid between hers and his erection rubbed against her vaginal lips.

The sensations Joanne felt when Larry rolled onto her were sweet, so exquisitely sweet, they brought tears to Joanne's eyes.

Larry saw the tears in Joanne's eyes and was concerned. "Why are you crying?" he asked, "Am...am I hurting you?"

"Oh, no, darling!" Joanne replied quickly. "It's...it's just that it feels so good to have you here! I need you so much and I miss you so much when you're not here!" She pressed against him.

He moved his hips and his shaft slid easily deep into her wanting, willing body.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, Larry, yesssss!!!!" Joanne moaned as his stave stretched and filled her.

Larry began moving deliberately. Joanne could feel every inch of his wand as it plunged deep into her, then withdrew. She raised her legs and locked them behind his, pulling him tightly against her. Her hips rotated, causing his fullness to lash around inside her and caress the sensitive walls of her vagina. Her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone. "Larry! Larry! Oh, Larry!" she cried, "Oh, darling! You feel so good in me! Oh, God, I love this!"

They approached climax, their locked bodies writhing and straining, their lips connected, tongues sliding snake-like against one another, the fires of passion burning fiercely.

"Take me!! Oh, God, Larry, take me!!!!!" Joanne cried, "Please, Larry!!!!! I need you!!!" Her orgasm began, then she felt his torrid juices gushing into her. "Yessss!!! Oh, darling!!! Oh, darling!!! Yessss!!!" she moaned. "Yessss!!! I need you!!! I need you so much!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!!! Take meeeeeeee!!!! I love you!!! Oh, Larry, I love you!!!"

They lay in each other's arms afterward and Larry looked at the woman he was holding fondly. "Did...did you mean what you said just now?" he asked.  "When...when you said...you said you loved me."

Joanne realized that, in fact, she did mean it when she said she loved him. And, at the same time, she realized that was what made their lovemaking so special. They cared for each other. Love did make a difference. She nodded. "Yes, Larry, I did mean it. I know it probably sounds crazy..." she told him, "...the idea of my being in love with you. I mean, you are young enough to be my son and we've only known each other a few days..." She realized Larry was about to protest and continued. "...but you're wonderful, and I do love you! I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you, too, Joanne," Larry said. He kissed her. "And I don't think the our ages make a damn bit of difference."

After lying in bed a little longer, they got up and went to the kitchen. Joanne made coffee and breakfast while Larry helped her. When things were ready, they sat down at the kitchen table.

Larry looked at Joanne and smiled.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Joanne asked.

"I'm smiling because I'm happier than I've ever been in my life," he replied. "Maybe even happier than I ever thought I'd be."

"I...I know how you feel," Joanne said. "I...I wasn't sure I'd ever feel like this again after Ernie died."

They ate breakfast without saying much. When they were finished, Larry stood up, pulled Joanne to her feet, moved behind her and hefted her breasts, kissing her neck at the same time.

"Larry!" she exclaimed. She could feel the fires of passion crackling inside her again. When he touched her, she was instantly aroused!

"Want to go back to bed?" Larry whispered. His fingers rolled her rigid nipples.

Joanne shuddered and moaned softly. "Yesssss!!! Damn, you!" she murmured, pressing back against him. "Yesss!!" She turned in his arms and kissed him.

Larry cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her off her feet, pulling her even tighter against him. Finally, the kiss ended and he set her back on her feet.

"Larry!" she exclaimed when he scooped her up in his arms and started toward the bedroom. She laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck softly, her hands playing in his hair. "Oh, God, Larry, do I ever love you," she whispered. "You've shown me that I can feel things I never, ever dreamt I'd feel again! Oh, God, I love you!"

Larry blushed. He was a bit overwhelmed by Joanne's praise. It was obvious she adored him and was more than satisfied with their love-making. He was more than satisfied, too. Before he met her, he had no idea love-making could be as wonderful as it was. He carried her into the bedroom and set her on the bed, then he went back and locked the door. When he turned around, he was startled. She was naked!

"God, Joanne! Every time I look at you, you get prettier!" he said. He began moving toward the bed, smiling.

It was Joanne's turn to blush. His obvious delight in her appearance thrilled her. Then she was in his arms, he was kissing her, and his hands were moving over her, sending indescribable delight into her body every place they touched it.

Joanne somehow wound up on her belly. Larry's hands were moving lightly over the smooth curves of her back. He began exploring her buttocks.

"Ohhhh, Larry!!!" she groaned, "That feels marvelous!"

The wild sensations his venturing hands produced made the muscles in Joanne's buttocks tighten. "Yesss!!!" she crooned, "I love when you play with my bottom!"

Larry's hands slid down her thighs. He stroked them ever so lightly, making them quiver. Then his hand glided over the impossibly silky skin on the inside surface of those perfect columns, parting them, moving closer and closer to where Joanne's legs and body met.

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnn!" she moaned. His touch, as always, exhilarated her! He began to explore her excitement-sodden vagina and her hips began to move involuntarily. Inside her, the fires of desire blazed brighter.

A finger slid into her, tantalizing her, spreading her open. His other hand slid under her, found her clit, and made her hips move even more fervently when it began twirling the swollen, nerve-filled bud of flesh.

When Larry began to kiss and lick her buttocks, Joanne was sure she was going to lose control! "Ahhhh!!!" she moaned. "Oh, yessss!!! Oh, yessss!!! Kiss me!! Play with meeeee!!! So good!!! Oh, Larry, it feels so good when you touch me!!!" She felt herself racing headlong toward the point of no return, plunging toward the edge of bliss. "Take me, Larry!!!" she cried, "I want you in me!!!"

Larry wanted Joanne as badly as she wanted him. As he moved behind her bucking, straining body, he found himself getting more and more excited. He moved against her and replaced his thrusting finger with his swollen cock. He didn't think he'd never get over how wonderful it felt to spear into her, how tight her tunnel clutched him. He resisted the urge to plunge rapidly and began sliding in and out of her slowly, savoring the feelings of ecstasy rippling up his spine.

"Yessss!!! Oh yessss!!!" Joanne moaned, "Oh, Larry!!!! I need you!!! I need you so badly!!! Take me!!! Take meeeee!!!! Make me come!!! Take meee!!!"

Larry slid his hand under her and began caressing her clit, sending still more thrills into her. He began to thrust faster and faster. He couldn't wait! He was losing control. His penis began to throb. "Annnnnnhhhhhh!!!!" he moaned, his body jamming against Joanne's, his cock erupting a powerful jet of his juices.

"Yessssss!!!! Oh, darling!!! Yessssssss!!!" Joanne moaned when she felt his hot fluids inundating her, "Take meee!!! Yessss!!!! Take meeeeee!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ggaaaaahhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Yessssssss!!! Oh, God!!!! Yesssssssss!!!!"

Their cries of ecstasy turned to moans of delight, then those sounds, too, faded and the frenzied motions of their bodies calmed.

Larry collapsed on top of Joanne as she fell forward, her strength sapped. Finally, when his softening penis slid from her, he rolled off her, onto his side and took her in his arms.

Joanne pressed her lips against Larry's in a fervent kiss then, after it ended, she smiled at him. "Did you have anything, in particular, you wanted to do today?" she asked.

Larry grinned. "I think we just did it," he said. "But I'm game to try again, if that's what you'd like."

"I was thinking, maybe, we could do something that involved getting out of bed, at least for a little while," Joanne said. "For example, I'd love it if you went on my morning walk with me."

"Give me a chance to rest up," Larry said, "then we'll see." He thought about something and smiled. "In fact, if you want, I know how we could make a walk something really special."

"How?" Joanne asked.

Larry got out of bed and started putting on his clothes. "I've got to get something out of the garage," he said. "Why don't you get dressed while I'm doing that, then we can go?"

"Larry, what on earth are you planning?" Joanne asked as she watched him go out the door.

"You'll see," he replied as he headed for the back door.

He found what he was looking for in the garage, a large back-pack with an aluminum frame that some earlier owner of the cabin used, then put in the garage and forgot. He cleaned it off, then headed back for the house.

Searching through the kitchen, he packed items for lunch in the back pack, then added a couple of other things, too. When he was just about done packing, Joanne walked into the kitchen.

She smiled at Larry. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Why are you packing a back-pack?"

Larry gazed at Joanne approvingly as she stood in the kitchen doorway. She was wearing a dark green sweatshirt and sweatpants, the soft cotton clinging to her nicely curved body in places, hinting at the wonders of the body it concealed. He grinned. "I thought, maybe, we could take a hike and have a picnic lunch," he told her. "If we're lucky, I might be able to show you something really special."

"What's that?" Joanne asked, intrigued.

Larry smiled. "I'm not going to tell you," he said. "That way, if I can't show you, you won't be disappointed."

"Larry, that's not fair," Joanne protested.

"That's the way it has to be," Larry told her. "You ready to go?"

"I...I guess so," Joanne said.

Larry put on the back pack, got the straps adjusted, and they started up the road, heading in the same direction Joanne usually took on her morning walk. As they walked, they passed two men clearing brush away from the power lines which carried electricity to the houses lining the lake.

"Looks like it's the kid's turn to get laid today, huh, Bruno?" Jimmy commented once Joanne and Larry were far enough away so he wouldn't be heard.

"Guess so, Jimmy," Bruno replied. "I wish the bitch wasn't so busy getting laid. If these guys would let her alone once, you and I could get us some, huh?"

"We'll get some of that, buddy, don't you worry," his friend said. 

Larry and Joanne, who saw the men working, but had no idea they were the topic of the workmen's conversation, talked a little as they walked. Larry explained that his family owned a summer home on property which bordered the property surrounding the lake Fran's house was on. He'd spent much of his youth exploring the woods, and still took hikes in the forest when he had time.

"Where are we going?" Joanne asked when, instead of turning around at the end of the lake road, Larry continued onto what looked like an overgrown logging road.

"There's a place up in here that I want to show you," he said. "It isn't bad walking, and there's a place where we can have lunch in a little while."

"That sounds nice," Joanne said. She put her arm on his as they walked and gave him a big smile.

Walking along the logging road wasn't hard, and Joanne found the quiet of the woods relaxing. The fact that she was doing this with Larry made it even more special. "How far are we going?" she asked after they'd walked for about an hour along the rugged road.

"Not even a mile farther," Larry answered. The place he was taking her, a secluded forest meadow, was the perfect place for an afternoon with a beautiful woman. "I hope we'll get to use the blanket I brought," he thought, and as he did, he felt his face get hot.

"Larry, you're blushing!" Joanne exclaimed. "What were you thinking about?"

"Ah...well...not...nothing, really," Larry stammered. The spot he was seeking appeared as he rounded a corner. "Here we are," he said.

"Larry, this is a lovely spot!" Joanne exclaimed, looking around at the isolated glen. "How did you find it?"

"Like I said, I spend as much time as I can wandering around in the woods, and I stumbled onto this place one day last fall," he explained.

"I need to sit down and take a break," Joanne said. "We've walked a lot farther than I usually walk."

Larry shucked the back-pack and the two of them sat down, leaning against a tree.

"It's so peaceful here," Joanne murmured. It was almost as if she could feel any stress she had before she came to Fran's house seeping out of her. She was really going to hate going back to the real world when her time here at the lake ended.

Larry took the blanket he'd brought out of the backpack and spread it on a level spot in front of the tree they were sitting under. "You want something to eat?" he asked.

"I'd love something, to eat," Joanne replied.

Larry got out the food he'd brought and they ate, saying little. It was as if they didn't want to disturb the calmness of the forest that surrounded them.

"What was that surprise you were talking about back at the house?" Joanne asked after they'd finished their lunch.

"I'm still waiting for it myself," he replied. He looked around. "You'll know what it is when you see it."

"Larry, being with you today has been wonderful," Joanne said softly, looking into his eyes. "I've never been on a nicer picnic, or to a lovelier spot."

Larry leaned toward Joanne and she leaned toward him. Then their lips were touching. They slid their arms around each other and their bodies pressed together as their tongues probed and lashed.

Fire flashed in Larry's body, and from the way Joanne was moving against him and cooing, he knew it was doing the same in hers. He slid his hand under her sweatshirt and moved it up over her soft, silky skin and heard her purring with delight. Then he was startled when his hand slid onto a bare breast. "You...you aren't wearing a bra!" he exclaimed.

"I thought I'd surprise you," Joanne said. He began caressing her breast and she moaned. "Oh, God, Larry, I love it when you touch me!" Her hands opened his jeans, slid inside, and she grasped his penis, which had already begun to strain and swell. She felt him shudder with delight.

Larry peeled Joanne's sweatshirt off and laid her back on the blanket. He peeled her sweatpants down, too, then his hands began to glide over her smooth, warm skin. While his hands explored her, his lips moved to her straining nipples.

Joanne groaned, arching her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth. "Uhhhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Larry!!! Larry!!!!" she mewled. Her body strained and twisted as his hands slid over it.

Larry was determined to take his time making love. Keeping his touch as light as he could, he explored her fine form, bringing impassioned cries from Joanne as he roused her. He teased her vagina with his fingers and gasps of ecstasy resulted. When he stroked her clit, her gasps turned to wails and her body began to twist and strain. He moved between her out-stretched legs and began kissing her belly.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Larry!!! Larry!!!!" Joanne groaned, her actions becoming more and more frenzied. "Uhhhhhhhh!!!!" she grunted when he thrust a finger into her. Her hips were in constant motion and her head rolled from side to side on the blanket.

Larry kissed through Joanne's pubic hair, then lashed her clit with his tongue. Meanwhile, his finger continued delving into her. Her body arched and she went wild.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Larreeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she wailed. Her movements became even more frenzied when an orgasm swept over her.

When Joanne came, Larry, shed his jeans, moved between her legs and plunged his rock-hard organ into her.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" she murmured, her eyes opening. "Godddddd!!! Yesssss!!! Give it to meeeeee!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, Darling!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Darling!!!"

Holding himself above her on outstretched arms, Larry drove into Joanne, his hips slamming against hers, his erection penetrating deep into her. The force of his thrusts made her body quake and her breasts jiggled, making her erect nipples draw circles in the air. "I can't wait, I'm gonna come!! I'm gonna come!" he groaned when he felt his explosion nearing. "Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Joanne!!!!!!" His scalding effluent spewed from him in powerful spurts, bathing her insides with moist heat.

"Larry!!! Oh, Darling!!! Ohh!!! Ohhhhh!!! So hottttt!!! I...I...I can feel you commmminnnnnnggggg!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Again!! I'm commmminnnngggg agggainnnnnn!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Joanne cried. Her hips strained against his and her pubic bone ground against his as bliss suffused her.




The Widow Ch. 14



Spent, they lay on the blanket, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Oh, Larry, you are incredible!" Joanne murmured. "God! You always make me feel so wonderful!"

"You make me feel pretty wonderful, too," Larry said. He saw movement in the woods as he looked over her shoulder. Then a black form began to emerge from the dense underbrush. "You're about to get the surprise I promised you," he whispered. "Look. Over there..."

Joanne turned and looked. "My God! Is that a bear?" she whispered.

"Yes," Larry said. "Wait, I think you'll see even more of them." They laid there, keeping silent, watching the bear. It looked around carefully, checking to see if there was any danger, then it made a snorting sound. A few minutes later, two smaller bears emerged from the underbrush.

"There are three of them," Joanne whispered, snuggling her firm ass against Larry's middle.

"Those are her cubs," he whispered.

The young bears began chasing each other and playing in the open woodland meadow while their mother stood guard, watching the woods carefully. After a while, all of them turned and disappeared back into the underbrush.

"That was incredible!" Joanne whispered. "I've never seen anything like that before."

"I knew the bears were in this general area and hoped they'd show up while we were up here," Larry said. The pressure of Joanne's bottom against his penis was having a decidedly invigorating effect. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her naked body tighter against his. She squirmed, then turned in his arms and kissed him.

"I take it you're turned on again," Joanne murmured, pressing herself against him.

"You noticed," Larry replied, grinning.

"How could I not notice?" Joanne said. She took his growing erection in her hand. "You're hard again!"

"I...ah...I sure am!" Larry gasped. Her touch made it hard for him to talk. "It's a problem I have when I'm around you." He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, thumbed the nipple and felt her shudder.

"Uh, I have the same problem," she admitted. "God, you turn me on!" She tugged on him. "Gimme!"

Larry rolled on top of her, and felt the tip of his erection side down between Joanne's swollen, puffy vaginal lips.

"Ohhhh!!! Goddd!!!" she moaned, "Take, me, darling, please take me!"

Larry slid into her a little way, then he grasped her hips and pulled her all the way onto him and began thrusting steadily, his swollen organ rode easily in her well-lubricated channel.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!! More!!! Give me more!!! Please!!! Please!!!" Joanne cried as he plunged into her. "Ahhhhhhh!!! Larry!!! Larry!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!! Oh, God, take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!  Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!"

"Oh, Goddddd!!! Oh, Godddd!!!!" Larry's cries of delight blending with Joanne's, echoed through the trees. He shuddered and spewed his molten juices into her.

They once again wound up lying in each other's arms on the blanket. A while later they rolled on their sides, facing each other. "Today has really been special," Joanne whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Larry said. "Today has been nice, hasn't it? I was just thinking it was so nice I could hardly bear it."

Joanne giggled and kissed him gently. "I love that you're silly sometimes," she said. "You've given me such wonderful times. I'm glad Fran invited me up here so I could meet you."

"I'm glad she invited you up, too," Larry replied. "I don't think I could bear never knowing you."

"You don't give up once you start, do you?" Joanne giggled.

"I couldn't bear to," Larry replied, chuckling.

They lay there, cuddling, a little longer. Finally, Larry sat up. "I hate to have this end, but I guess we ought to get going."

"I know," Joanne said as she sat up and reached for her clothes. "That is the problem with special moments, isn't it? They always have to end."

"Yeah, but special relationships don't, do they?" Larry commented as he started getting his things together.

Joanne smiled at him fondly. "No, they don't," she said.

Larry watched as Joanne slipped into her clothes, finding the view erotic. He was tempted to make another pass at her, but fought the impulse.

Once they were dressed, they picked up their things and started back to Fran's cabin. 




The Widow Ch. 15



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter fifteen

John Farrell was awake, but he wasn't sure what time it was. He knew it was early because the sun hadn't come up yet. He looked at Gail's lovely face lying on the pillow next to his and marveled that she was there, sleeping next to him. After two years of being lonely, he might have a chance at companionship and happiness.

Moving very carefully, so as not to waken her, he pulled back the covers, exposing her lovely, bare body. He laid there, looking at her, his heart racing.

Gail's gorgeous legs connected to a body that was lean, yet still had soft curves exactly where they should be. She had a nearly flat, flawless belly, with a tiny navel in the middle of it. Looking at her took his breath away. Trying hard to be gentle, he trailed one finger lightly over her warm, sleek skin.

Gail murmured, her eyes opened, and when she saw John, she smiled. "Ohhhhhh!!!" she murmured. Then she stretched. She was thrilled to awaken in bed with John, and the fact that he was tickling her, driving her crazy, was even more wonderful! Nobody had ever touched her the way he did, as if she were fine china, terribly fragile! She couldn't believe how light his touch was! It drove her wild!

John swallowed hard. He was affected powerfully by the sight of his lover stretching. She looked so sensual when she did it!

"What time is it?" Gail purred while John continued tracing his finger over her. The sweet sensations made her shiver. "Oh, God, John, does that ever feel wonderful!"

John kissed her again. When he did, Gail's arms slid around his neck and she glued her body to his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, met his, and duelled with it. His need for her intensified.

Gail was equally aroused. John began kissing her all over her body. He started with her breasts and, for a while the sensations she experienced were so intense she thought he would make her come like that! She shuddered. She didn't think he'd ever stop and she didn't want him to! His hand started to slide up and down her legs and she felt even more wonderful!

John planted soft kisses on her face, then he returned to kissing her breasts. He was so slow, so deliberate, it was making Gail crazy! Up the side of one breast to the straining peak, his lips went.

"Yessss!!! John!!! Oh, John!!! Yessssss!!!" Gail groaned. She clutched his head, pulling it against her.

John continued his delectable caresses. His lips moved to the mate of the breast he'd been suckling and then he lavished maddeningly sweet attentions on that straining peak, too.

All Gail could do was writhe and gasp while fantastic sensations, evoked by his caresses, filled her. "John!!! Oh, John!!! God, you always make me feel so good!!!" she groaned. "Oh, John!!! I...I love you!!!!"

From her lovely peaks john's lips ventured onto the velvety surface of her upper chest. He could feel her skin undulating as his lips moved over it. Her legs scissored aimlessly, demonstrating the powerful effect his caresses were having on her. His hand slid onto one of those lovely columns while his lips continued their downward journey over her beautiful body.

Gail's moans kept increasing in volume and urgency. "Oh, God!!! Please!!! John!!! Please!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Please!!!!" she mewled, unable to stop herself from squirming.

Across her belly, pausing only for a brief, tantalizing exploration of her luscious navel, his lips moved.

Gail sucked in her stomach and her hips rocked upward. "Yessssss!!! Oh, John, Yessssssss!!!" she cried.

He slid his hand between her legs, onto her vagina. Her back arched and her hips rose off the bed. He slid a finger into her sopping wet opening.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she gasped. Then, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

His lips arrived on the verge of her lush pubic forest, then continued through it.

"John!!! Please!!! Oh, God, Darling, please!!!" Gail begged, her hips moving wildly. When, at last, her lover's tongue touched her clit, she exploded. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! John!!! John!!! Oh, John!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!! Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!" she cried. Her body began bucking in ecstasy.

When Gail finally calmed, John wrapped his arms around her and clutched her against him.

She kissed him softly. "That was wonderful, darling!" she exulted. "You always make me feel so fabulous!" She could feel his erection pressing against her leg and a shudder ran through her. She moved her leg, rubbing it against his swollen organ. "Are you planning to let me have that?" she asked, smiling.

"I will, if that's what you want," John replied.

"Don't be silly, you know I want it," Gail said. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began pumping it. "Take me, darling, I don't want to wait!" she urged, tugging at him.

 John rolled onto her and when he did, Gail guided his engorged shaft into her. Ferocious sensation of passion swept over him as he entered her. She couldn't believe she was still turned on! She'd just come wonderfully, but now she was ready to do it again! The slow movement of John's cock in and out of her felt fabulous! Sensational feelings flowed over her body in waves. Then she felt him begin to move faster and faster and she knew it was going to happen soon.

John held himself over Gail on outstretched arms and, as he thrust into her, he felt her clutching his buttocks and pushing herself up against him.

"Yessss!!! Oh, Yesssssss!!!!" she crooned, her fingers digging into his bottom. "I need that!!! Oh, God, John, I need you!"

John felt his passion blossoming and, before he knew it, he was driving powerfully into Gail, making her breasts quiver as he slammed against her.

Gail gasped for breath. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Take me, John!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Please!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssss!!!!!" she cried. The motions of her hips became frantic when she exploded into another climax.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" John groaned as he spewed sizzling fluids into her.

Sated, John lowered himself on Gail, then rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him and dozed off.

John, who'd been waking up early all his life, couldn't go back to sleep. He didn't want to wake Gail, so he carefully slipped out of bed, cleaned up in the bathroom, got dressed, and went downstairs.

Abby was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with the newspaper and a cup of coffee in front of her. "I wondered when you'd be down, Uncle John," she said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. She was wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe and sitting at the kitchen table. She chuckled. "Actually, I'm surprised to see you down here this early. I would have thought all that exertion I heard would have tired out an old man like you."

John felt himself blush. He really hadn't considered the possibility that she and Greg could hear what he and Gail were doing. "When I get my strength back, I'll get you for that," he said. He walked to the counter, got a cup of coffee, then sat down at the table with Abby.

John had left a folder lying on the table the night before. He opened it and pushed it across the table. "What do you think about that?" he asked her. "That's my plan for the jungle gym I want to build for you guys."

Abby picked up the drawing and looked at it. "Uncle John, that's wonderful!" she said. "But isn't it a little elaborate?"

"Nothing's too elaborate for my grand-nieces and nephews," he said. "What do you think? Since I don't have any grandchildren, I have to have someone to spoil, don't I?"

"I think it's great," Abby said. "And I'm sure Greg will like it, too. Actually, I wish I'd had something like that when I was a kid."

"If you're sure it's OK, I'll order the materials," John said. "Where's the closest building supply dealer?"

"I think Greg's got the number of the place he uses in his office," Abby said. She got up and went to get it. She found the phone number, walked back out to the kitchen and gave it to John. "You can use the phone in the office to call, if you want, Uncle John," she said.

John went into his nephew's office, dialed the number Abby had given him, and when the building supply dealership answered, he asked to talk to a salesman. When the salesman came on the line, John told him what he needed and found out when it would be delivered.

Finished with his call, John rejoined Abby in the kitchen. "I think I'll start working on site preparation later this morning," he said. "If I remember correctly, Greg should have just about all the tools I'll need."

Abby sat there, smiling at him. "You're really excited about doing this, aren't you?" she said.

"I sure am," John replied. "Question is, how long am I going to have to wait until you guys produce some kids to use it?"

Abby got up, walked over and hugged him. "I'm going to tell you a secret," she said. "I was going to tell Greg last night, but we..." She blushed furiously. "We got occupied with other things. Then we fell asleep. He got an early call this morning and had to leave, so I still haven't had a chance to tell him. If the doctor's right, you'll be welcoming your first grand-niece or nephew in about eight months."

"That's fantastic!" John said, hugging her. "I can't wait to see Greg's reaction when you tell him." He grinned. "You know, there are going to be a lot of changes in our family, aren't there? I mean, first I meet Gail, now this. I think it's great!"

Abby sat back down. "What's happening with you and Gail, anyhow?" she asked. "You sound like you're planning something there."

John nodded. "I think I'm going to ask her if she'll consider going back to Arizona with me," he said.

Abby shook her head. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "You're really serious about her, aren't you?"

"I am," John said, his face serious. "You know, when Marion died, I wasn't sure I'd ever find someone I could love again. But I think I have. I'm a little worried about the difference in our ages, but I think we can manage, don't you?

"If you love each other, anything's possible," Abby said. "By the way, where is Gail?"

John felt his face getting hot. "Last time I looked, she was asleep," he said.

Abby grinned and said, "I'm not surprised, given what I heard you two doing earlier."

John grinned back at his nephew's wife. "Experience does count, my dear.  That's not just a saying," he said. He got up and stretched. "I think I'll go up and see how she's doing."



The Widow Ch. 16



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter sixteen

When Larry and Joanne were returning to Fran's cabin after their walk, Larry noticed a man and two women working in the open lot next to the Atkinson cabin. "I wonder what's going on at Greg and Abby's," he commented. "They just had the old cabin bulldozed and hauled away the other day.

"I think Abby said something about building a jungle gym when Fran and I were over there for dinner the other night," Joanne said. "Greg said something about his uncle coming up to help build it. That's Abby. The man must be Greg's uncle. I don't recognize the woman."

"Greg didn't tell me Uncle John was coming up," Larry said.

"Do you know Greg's uncle?" Joanne asked.

"Uncle John was like an uncle to me, too," Larry explained. "He used to come up here a lot when Greg's folks were alive. He taught me how to shoot a rifle, and how to fish, and a little bit about carpentry, too."

"Is he a carpenter?" Joanne asked.

"He's a retired cop," Larry said. "He could have been chief of detectives in Jamestown, but his wife got sick and he quit the force to take care of her. She died a couple of years after he retired. He lives in Arizona now." He started down the driveway toward where the people were working. "Come on, Joanne, you've got to meet Uncle John, you'll love him."

"Let's see..." John said. He studied his drawing, then he looked over the work he, Abby, and Gail had done that day. "I think we have all the holes we need dug. When the lumber and other stuff is delivered tomorrow, we'll set the posts in cement in the holes." He looked up, saw Larry and Joanne coming down the driveway, and grinned. "Hey, Ben Casey, how are you doing?" he called.

"Probably better than you, you old flatfoot," Larry snapped back. "You sure you aren't working too hard?" He broke into a jog.

When Larry reached John, the two men threw their arms around each other.

"Be a cold day in hell when I can't out-work you, you young whippersnapper," John said, slapping Larry on the back. "I don't spend my days sitting around a fire station waiting for someone to have an accident or get sick."

"Somebody's got to be around when old farts like you over-do it and go into vapor lock," Larry retorted, grinning. "You haven't changed a bit, have you Uncle John?"

"No, and I damn well don't intend to, either," John said. "Come here, there's someone I want you to meet."

"I've got someone I want you to meet, too," Larry said. He waved for to Joanne to follow them.

John led the young man over to where Gail and Abby stood, leaning on the shovels they'd used to dig holes for the jungle gym. "Larry, I want you to meet Gail Burger," John said. "Gail, this is Larry Brewster. I've known him ever since he was running around in dirty diapers."

"Hello, Larry," Gail said.

"It's nice to meet you, Gail," Larry said. He turned and beckoned to Joanne. "Uncle John, Gail, I want you to meet Joanne Williams," he said. "She's a friend of Fran Martin's. She's staying at Fran's place."

The three new acquaintances exchanged greetings.

"So, what are you doing, Uncle John?" Larry asked.

"I'm building a jungle gym so Abby and Greg's kids have a safe place to play," John replied.

"I didn't think Greg and Abby had any kids," Larry replied.

Abby's face turned red and she coughed.

"They're working on it," John said. "I thought it was a good idea to build one now, in case they figure out how to make kids. You working tomorrow?"

Larry shook his head. "No, why?" he asked.

"I'm going to need help mixing the cement and setting the posts," John said. "I need someone with a strong back and weak mind. You know anybody like that?"

"You mean other than you?" Larry replied. "Yeah, I'll give you a hand, Uncle John. It's probably just as well. That way, if you conk out, you'll have medical attention handy."

"Come on, kid, grab a shovel and give me a hand getting some of this stuff cleaned up," John said. "It isn't fair to make the ladies do manual labor. Tires them out so they can't cook, you know?"

"Uncle John, if I wasn't so tired, I'd clobber you with this shovel," Abby snapped, smiling. "Joanne, would you and Larry like to join us all for dinner?" she asked.

"Are you sure it won't be any trouble?" Joanne asked. "I don't want to put you out."

"It won't be any trouble if she lets us help cook, will it, Abby?" Gail said. "Seeing as how that's all we're good for."

While John and Larry cleaned up the construction site, the three women went inside the house.

"It looks like you finally found a woman dumb enough to go out with you, huh, kid?" John teased as he shoveled excess dirt into the wheelbarrow.

"I'm glad to see you aren't here alone," Larry said. "I wasn't sure you'd ever even start looking, you old fossil."

"Guy as handsome as me doesn't have to look," John laughed. "I've been fighting women off for years."

"Uncle John, I don't believe you ever looked at anybody other than Aunt Marion," Larry said.

John stopped working and leaned on his shovel. "You know, I didn't," he said, looking very serious. "Even when I ran into Gail, I wasn't looking. But then I walked into the restaurant where she was working, we got to talking and..." He shrugged.

"I'm glad it happened," Larry said. "I can't remember the last time I saw you this happy."

"Yeah, I know," John said. He put down the shovel and watched Larry pick up the handles of the wheelbarrow. "You know, sometimes I think I feel younger, too." He followed his young friend, who started pushing the wheelbarrow toward the edge of the road where they'd been dumping the gravel. "What about you, kid? What's the story on the lady you're with?"

"We met when I was doing some work around Fran's house," Larry explained as he pushed the wheelbarrow. "I've never known anyone like her. I did date a little over the years, in spite of what you and Greg are always saying, but nobody I've ever known is like Joanne."

"Hey, kid, I think it's great," John said. "Sometimes fate puts the right people together. And, if we're smart enough to recognize it when it happens, we have a pretty good chance of being happy." He chuckled. "And I guess it can even happen twice, you know?"

"Right now, I'll be happy to settle for once," Larry said. "Especially if it works out as well as what you and Aunt Marion had." He dumped the wheelbarrow and they started back across the road. "How long are you going to be staying up here?" he asked.

"As long as it takes to get this project done," John said. He chuckled. "And long enough to convince Gail that she can't live without me and will go back to Arizona when I do."

"Judging from the way she was looking at you," Larry said, "I'm not sure that's going to be much of a job."

"I sure as hell hope not," John said. "I'm not sure I can go back to Arizona alone."

When the two men finished what they were doing, they went into the house.

Abby smiled when they walked in. "Good, you're done," she said. "Here..." she handed John a piece of paper. "You have to go to the store. We need this stuff to finish dinner."

"Darn, woman," John said, trying to look tired. "Me and this here boy, we been workin' hard. We was a-goin' to sit ourselfs down, suck down some beers, and watch us some TV."

"You can do that as soon as you go to the store," Abby said. "And if you want beer, you can add that to the list. We don't have any."

"Come on, Larry," John said, "let's get out of here before they find something else for us to do."

"Gail, you've worked a miracle on Uncle John," Abby said after the men left. "He's never been this silly, all the years I've known him."

Gail's face turned red. "Ah...thank you," she said. "I've always thought he was wonderful. I had a crush on him for years."

"I heard about that," Abby replied. "Greg told me about your crush on Uncle John last night."

Gail's mouth dropped open. "I can't believe Greg knew that. I tried really hard not to let it show," she said. "I loved Aunt Marion, too. She was a wonderful lady."

"I wish I'd known her," Abby said. "Greg talks about her a lot." She turned to Joanne. "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to leave you out of this conversation, Joanne," she said. "You seem to have worked some magic on Larry, too. I've never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you. And it isn't that other women haven't tried to nail him down. A lot of the nurses at the hospital where I work consider him a prime catch."

"He is special, very special," Joanne said. "I've never known anyone quite like him. But...sometimes...I...I worry about the fact that I'm so much older than he is."

"I worry about the difference in age between John and me, too," Gail said. "But I love the big lug so much, I don't care. I have a feeling what's happening between us is supposed to happen."

"I've been telling myself that," Joanne said, "It's just that I'm not sure I've convinced myself yet."

"You both have wonderful guys smitten with you," Abby said. "If I were in your shoes, I'd do whatever it takes to make sure they don't get un-smitten. I can tell you from personal experience, being married to the wrong person can be hell."

Just then, Greg walked in. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Talk about a nice way to end the day. You can't beat walking into a house and finding there are three gorgeous women waiting for you."

"Only one of us is waiting for you, buster," Abby said. She walked over to her husband and put her arms around him. "The other two could care less whether you were here or not."

"Oh, darn," Greg said. "Hey, it looks like Uncle John got a lot done today," he noted.

"He worked Gail and me nearly to death," Abby said. "Luckily, Larry and Joanne came along and got us off the hook."

"I hope you're not too tired," Greg said, grinning.

"Greg!" Abby responded, blushing. "We have company!"

"Where are Uncle John and Larry?" Greg asked.

"They went to the store," Abby said. "We have company for dinner."

"Sounds good," Greg said. "Look, honey, I'm going to go and get changed. Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Well," Abby said, smiling. "We women have been slaving over a hot stove all afternoon. Why don't you set the table while we sit down in the living room for a while and rest up?"

Greg kissed his wife, then headed for the bedroom. "You want me to put out the good china and silverware?" he asked as he went, "or should I use the plastic forks and paper plates?"

"Greg!" Abby said.

By the time Larry and John got back from the store, most of dinner was ready. The women put the finishing touches on the meal, then everybody sat down to eat. When they finished eating, the men, saying they wanted to show their appreciation for the fine meal the women had cooked for them, cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

After dinner, they played a long, silly game of "Trivial Pursuits," which the men won. Finally, Larry and Joanne got up to leave.

"What time do you want me here in the morning, Uncle John?" Larry asked before he and Joanne left.

"I normally get up between six-thirty and seven, sometimes earlier," John said. "Don't I, Gail?"

"John!" Gail exclaimed, turning bright red.

"I'll try to get here by eight," Larry said.

"I'll keep him busy until then," Greg added. He grinned. "Unless Gail does."

Abby saw that Gail's face had grown even redder. "Greg, stop teasing Gail!" she said.

"It's OK," Gail said. She looked over at John, who was grinning at her. "You ready for bed, John?"

"I'm pretty pooped," John replied, getting slowly to his feet. "I can probably make it upstairs if you help me, honey."

Abby sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't you guys ever stop?" she asked.



The Widow Ch. 17



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter seventeen

Joanne and Larry walked back to Fran's cabin, holding hands. "That was fun," she commented. "They're really nice people."

Greg nodded. "They're the best," he said.

They walked up onto Fran's porch and into the house. Greg noticed that the light on the phone answering machine was blinking. "Looks like someone called when we were out," he observed.

"Maybe it was Fran," Joanne said. "If she did call, she's probably wondering where I got to." She pushed the button on the answering machine.

"Hi, Joanne," Fran's voice said. "I know I'm being a terrible hostess, but something's come up and I won't be able to make it home tonight. I hope you'll be OK. If I get a chance, I'll call you tomorrow sometime. See you."

Larry pulled Joanne into his arms and kissed her. "Well," he said, "Since Fran's not coming home, do you have any objections to my staying with you tonight? I mean, that way I won't have to get up so early to help Uncle John, you know?"

"I'd love it if you stayed, Larry," Joanne said, putting her arms around him and pressing herself against him. "Actually, I'll be very hurt if you don't stay." She moved into his embrace, laid her head on his shoulder, and slid her arms around him. They stood like that for a while enjoying how nice the closeness felt, then she leaned back in the circle of Larry's arms and looked up at him. Her eyes were wide and her chest was heaving.

Larry looked down at the lovely woman. Her wide, trusting eyes gazed into his. Trembling with anticipation, he bent slowly and pressed his lips against Joanne's. When their lips touched, he felt flames of desire flaming inside him and tightened his embrace.

Joanne, who was delighted to be alone with Larry again, and thrilled that they had an opportunity to spend the night together, felt as if she would explode. One of her hands tangled in his hair and she pressed her lips harder against his. Her tongue slid tentatively across his lips.

Larry felt the gentle motions of Joanne's body as it pressed against his, and the way her tongue was stroking his lips. His penis swelled in his pants and his groin thrust forward, pressing his swelling erection against her.

At last, because they had to breathe, the kiss ended. Joanne again leaned back in Larry's arms and gazed at him. Her heart was pounding. She could feel his swollen penis pressing against her. She kept looking into Larry's eyes, keeping her body pressed against his swollen groin. Then she backed out of his embrace, took his hand, and started for the doorway.

Larry followed Joanne to her bedroom. Once they were inside, she let go of his hand, closed and locked the door, then turned to him. He stood there, breathing heavily, still as a statue. She moved to him and again they kissed, the flames of lust leaping higher. As the kiss went on, she began opening the buttons on his shirt. Soon her hands were moving over the smooth skin of his heaving, hairless chest.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!" Larry groaned, while her warm, smooth hands slid over his bare skin. This was real! It was really happening! Frantic thoughts raced through his over-worked mind as she caressed him.

Joanne took Larry's hand again and drew him to the bed. They fell on it, next to each other. Once more their lips met and their bodies pressed together.

Larry's hands slid up under Joanne's sweatshirt, his hands blazing trails of heat as they moved over her silken skin. Then, somehow, the sweatshirt was off, as were his pants. Without either of them realizing how it transpired, their naked bodies were pressed together in a yearning embrace.

Joanne's hand slid between them, across Larry's belly, and found his throbbing erection. She grasped it gently, stroked it softly, and exulted in how wonderful it felt. She needed to be made love to desperately and was thrilled how big and hard he was!

Larry's hands kept moving over Joanne without pattern. They were going to make love, then they were going to spend the night together!

Joanne gently urged Larry onto his back, then she knelt atop him. She raised her hips, reached between them and, with her trembling hand, she guided his swollen, veined shaft to the juice-soaked lips of her vagina. Then, slowly she lowered herself, taking him into her. "Oh, Goddddd!!!" she groaned as ecstasy inundated her.

Larry felt as if the top of his head was going to come off when Joanne rolled atop him and absorbed his erection slowly into her clutching, fiery cavern. He, too, groaned passionately as he experienced a fierce onslaught of wonderful sensations, which ripped through him as his swollen penis probed into her!

The intensity of the experience made Joanne marvel, too. Just having Larry's erection slide into her almost made her come! Slowly, she began rocking her hips and, as she did, she felt his shaft sliding in and out of her.

Larry couldn't stand it. He was too turned on! The pressures in his body raced rapidly to the bursting point, then went beyond.

"Aggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!! Goddddddd!!!!" he groaned. "I'm...I'm gonnna commmmeeeeeee!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

His penis began to pulsate, each spasm more exquisitely pleasurable than the last, then jets of his seed spewed into Joanne.

The hot fluids gushing into her took Joanne along, over the edge. "Larry!! Ohhh!!! Ohh!! Yesssss!!! Yesssss!!! Oh!! Darling!! Oh yessss!!!" she cried, her body thrashing, "Come, darling!!! Come!! Take me, Larry! Take meeeeeeeeeeee!!! I'm coming!! I'm coming, toooooooooooooo!!!!!"

The two lovers strained against each other while passion arced between them like a high-voltage current.

At last their ecstasy subsided to joy and their frantic motions slowed, then stopped. Each wanted to say so much, but neither knew what to say, so they lay wrapped in each other's arms for a long time, their bodies still joined.

"I love you, Joanne," Larry said softly.

"I...I love you, too," she replied. "Things...things between us are going awfully fast, though. Don't you think?"

"So?" Larry replied. "What's the matter with that?"

"Well, I worry," Joanne replied. "I worry about the difference in our ages and..." She'd heard John teasing Abby about having children. What if Larry wanted children? She couldn't have children.

"Joanne, there's no reason for you to worry about the difference in our ages," Larry said. "I don't care, why should you?"

Joanne shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I guess I'm just not used to how powerfully you affect me."

"Give it some time," Larry replied. He kissed her. "We better get to sleep," he said. "Uncle John will be calling early in the morning."

"You and Greg just don't quit, do you?" Gail commented to John as they got undressed. "You guys are constantly teasing each other, aren't you?"

"Not hardly," John said. "Do you mind?"

"No, not at all," Gail replied. "It just takes a little getting used to, that's all."

Once their clothes were off, the two lovers tumbled into the king-sized bed. John's lips went to Gail's protruding nipples, and her hands sought his erection.

They slowly, joyfully, explored, caressed, and excited each other. John needed Gail badly and she felt her excitement rapidly building to a level of near-frenzy as he aroused her expertly.

Finally, Gail wouldn't wait any longer. She rolled on her back and pulled her lover on top of her.

John didn't have to be told what Gail wanted. His erection, sandwiched between them, slid up her belly. He needed her desperately. As he bent and kissed her again, he could feel her rigid nipples, hot points of need, jabbing into his chest.

"Take me, John!" Gail urged, "Now!" Her voice, like her body, was filled with urgency. "I need you so much!"

John raised his hips, then lowered them, and when he did, he felt his rigid shaft slide into Gail's warmth and dampness. He was in her!

"Yesssss!!! Oh, John!!! Yessssss!!!!" Gail groaned, "Take meeee!!!!"

John began moving his hips and felt his passion rising. For a while, the couple rocked together, riding breaking waves of jubilation, their bodies straining against each other, as they exchanged the utmost in erotic sensations.

Gail felt her passion reach a crescendo, then it blossomed into sweet, joyful explosions of bliss.

"Yessssssss!!!! Yesssssss!!! Darling, yesssssss!!!!!" she cried. "I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Take meeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Gail!!!! Oh, Gailllllll!!!!!!!" John cried, exploding his juices into her rocking, twisting body.

Afterward, aglow from shared joy, they lay in each other's arms.

Gail kissed John. "I can't get over how wonderful making love with you is! Every time we make love it's different, and each time is more wonderful than the last! I dreamed about you for years, I was sure you would be a fantastic lover, but I had no idea--not even close--how good you really would be!"

John turned bright red. "Aw shucks," he said. He took her in his arms and their lips locked in a longing, passionate kiss.

"I feel kind of guilty, lying here listening to Uncle John and Gail," Abby said as she lay next to her husband in their bed.

"Why should we feel guilty?" Greg asked. "I mean, it isn't like we're lurking outside their door or anything. If they're so enthusiastic we can hear them, it isn't our problem."

"I...I guess so," Gail replied. "Ah...Greg, there's something I need to tell you."

"What, honey?" he asked.

"We're going to have a baby," Abby said.

Greg rolled on his side and looked at his wife wide-eyed. "We're what?" he exclaimed.

Abby smiled at her husband. "We're going to have a baby," she repeated. "In about seven or eight months, give or take a week or two."

"Oh, Wow!" Greg said. "I...I can't believe it! Are...are you sure?"

Abby nodded. "I know how much you wanted this and, well, because I had problems getting pregnant in the past I...well, I wanted to be sure," she said. "I had a suspicion, and I did use a couple different brands of home pregnancy tests. When they all came back positive, I made an appointment with Dr. Arnold and she did one, too. I'm definitely pregnant."

"Did the doctor...did she...are you going to be...is this pregnancy going to be...will you have problems, do you think?" Greg stammered.

Abby smiled and shook her head. "Dr. Arnold says she thinks everything will be fine," she said. "She got my old records from the last doctor I went to and has looked at them. She feels there's no reason I won't have a totally normal pregnancy and deliver a completely healthy baby."

"Oh, Wow!" Greg said. "We...we're gonna have a baby!" He sat up. "I'm gonna go up and tell Uncle John. He'll be real excited."

"Honey...I...I hope you don't mind, but I told him earlier," Abby said. "I was going to tell you last night, but, well, we got busy, then we fell asleep, and you left so early this morning and...well, I had to tell someone."

"Was he excited?" Greg asked, his eyes bright.

"He acted really thrilled," Abby said. "It was almost as if he was your father and I'd told him we were going to give him a grandchild."

"It kind of is that way," Greg said. "He's been like a father to me ever since Mom and Dad died."

"You don't mind that I told him, then?" Abby said.

"Heck, no!" Greg said. He was still trying to comprehend what his wife had just told him when he felt her slide the covers down, then her hands began moving over him, her touch feather-light, teasing, tantalizing. "Ohhhhhh!!! God, Abby, does that ever feel good!!" he whispered as her hands moved over him.

Abby kept on, touching him everywhere, except for his penis, which grew quickly erect and jutted from his loins, pointing at the ceiling. As her caresses continued, she quickly reduced him to a quivering mass of flesh, groaning and twisting on the bed. She was almost as excited as her husband. At last she ceased her caresses and lay there, gazing at him, smiling.

Greg reached for her. "Please, baby, I need you!!!" he groaned. He was almost insane with need. He would have liked to have grabbed Abby and ravished her, but he couldn't move. He'd always thought she was beautiful and desirable, but the way she looked now, and knowing she was pregnant, made her seem even more comely to him. Once more, he reached for her.

Abby couldn't wait any longer. She slid on top of Greg, then sat up, straddling him. Then she got to her knees and raised her middle from his.

Greg felt Abby's hand grasp his erection, then he gasped when she began lowering her hips. He felt the tip of his shaft slide between her moist vaginal lips and start into her. "Ahhhhhhh!!!" he groaned. "Oh, Abby, please!!! Please!!! I need you"

Abby shuddered with elation as her husband's hard, throbbing column moved into her. Then her pubic bone and his were pressing together. She began moving her hips, the action putting exquisite pressure on her clit.

"Slowly," Abby told herself, "Take your time!!! Make it last!" She wasn't sure she could. Her body, like that of her husband, was trembling violently.

Greg couldn't believe how sweet his wife's actions felt. As the walls of her clutching tube slid along the sides of his rigid pole, glorious sensations coursed through him, filling him with warmth and delight.

Abby was almost overwhelmed. This was wonderful! It was a slow-motion exercise in delight. Joy built slowly, wonderfully, touching every fiber of her being! Then she felt her orgasm begin. Even that seemed to happen in slow motion, a leisurely bursting forth of joy deep inside her, which spread out delightfully, sweeping over her, overwhelming her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Greg!!!! I'm commmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!!" she cried. Her self-control vanished and her body went wild. "So...so goooooddddddddd!!!! So goooooooodddddddddddd!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Greg roared, erupting into his wife like a human volcano.

When Abby's motions finally stilled, she collapsed atop her husband and, held safe in his arms, fell asleep. 



The Widow Ch. 18



Passion in James County XII: The Widow

Chapter Eighteen

Joanne was delighted to awaken in Larry's arms the next morning. Even nicer was the fact that one of his hands was gently squeezing her breast and something warm and hard was nudging between her buttocks.

When Larry felt Joanne stirring, he kissed her softly on the neck. "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered. "Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, God, darling!" Joanne whispered. "I slept wonderfully...thanks to you!"

Larry had awakened quite a bit earlier and, thrilled that he and Joanne had finally spent an entire night together, he laid there with her in his arms, her body pressed against his, watching her as she slept. As he gazed at her, he was once more struck by how pretty she was.

After a while, it became impossible for him to lie there and not touch her, so he began caressing her gently, hoping he'd waken her and they'd make love.

"Oh, Larry, you are such a wonderful lover!" Joanne murmured. She laid her hand on top of the one caressing her breast, making her feel so wonderful, and pulled it against her. "Oh, darling, that feels so nice!" she murmured as passion cascaded over her.

She pressed her bottom back against Larry and realized still more delight when his rigid shaft slid deeper into the cleft between her soft, sensitive nether cheeks.

Larry's hand slid from her breast down over her body and across her rounded belly. It almost felt as if her skin was rippling as his hand glided over it. He let his fingers slide through her pubic hair and down between her legs. Then he began probing the area where her thighs and body joined.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, darling, yessss!!!" Joanne groaned. She raised her leg and laid it back over Larry's, opening herself to his caresses.

Larry found her clit, grasped it between his thumb and forefinger, and began stroking it, jerking her off. He'd done that before and knew Joanne loved it.

Joanne was jarred by exquisite, rapturous, sensations produced by her lover's actions. "That's it! Oh, darling, yessss!!!" she moaned. "That's it! Oh, Larry! I love it when you do that to me!"

Her hips began moving and the head of Larry's erection, which was trapped between her buttocks but jutted out in front, rubbed against her vagina. The contact of Larry's fingers and erection on her most sensitive spots soon had her writhing with need. "I need you in me!" she begged, "Please, Larry, I need to have you in me!"

Larry had felt the moist caress of Joanne's juicy labia on the head his dick and that, coupled with the frantic motions of her soft, warm body against his, magnified the erotic feelings he was experiencing. He shifted position and the head of his penis began plowing between Joanne's labia, teasing her even more. Then her hand touched the tip of his engorged wand and, the next time he thrust his hips forward, he felt himself sink into Joanne's molten warmth.

"Yessss!!! Yesssss!!!" Joanne groaned as her lover invaded her. Her hips began moving in time with Larry's, whose his fingers continued strumming her clit as his shaft plunged in and out of her snug orifice.

"I...love...you, Joanne!" he whispered in her ear, kissing her softly on the neck. "Oh, God! I...love...you!"

"Ohhhh!!! Larry! Ahhhhhhh!!!! I...Ohhhhh!!!! Larry!!!!" Joanne's mind whirled. "I love you, too!" Hearing his words of love thrilled her almost as much as his plunging erection did.

"Larry, I'm commmmiiiinnnnngggggg!!!! Now!!! Now!!!!" she cried when her orgasm began to detonate inside her. "Give it to meeee!!! My sweet lover!! Now!! Now, Larry!!!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Take it!!! Take it!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Larry cried, his penis pulsing, shooting his torrid juices into her.

Their passion temporarily assuaged, they lay in each other's arms. Finally Joanne turned and faced Larry.

"I love you so much," she said. "I am in love with you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me!"

"I love you, too," Larry said, and kissed her. "I always will."

They showered, dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. When they finished, they headed for the Atkinson house to help build the jungle gym.

They'd just walked off the porch when a truck loaded with lumber rumbled up the street and turned into Greg and Abby's driveway.

"Looks like the building materials are here," Larry said. He slipped his arm around Joanne's waist and pulled her against him. "Actually, I was kind of hoping they wouldn't show up," he said. "Then we could have spent the day in bed."

"Larry!" Joanne replied, feeling her face get hot. "Don't you think about anything other than sex?"

"Not really, but I only think about sex with you," he replied and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Jimmy and Bruno were just up the road from the Atkinson cabin, setting up for the day. "Hey, looks like the kid got to sleep over," Bruno observed. "Little bastard's really gettin' his ashes hauled, ain't he?"

"It sure looks that way," his co-worker agreed. "That bitch must be hotter 'n hell. A regular fuckin' nympho."

"We're gonna have us a real ball with her, ain't we, Jimmy?" Bruno said.

"You better believe it, Bruno," his co-worker chortled. "You better believe it."

John Farrell, who was eating breakfast after he'd enjoyed a morning romp with Gail, heard the building supply truck start backing in Greg's driveway. He went outside and encountered Larry and Joanne as they were kissing.

"You guys ought to keep that stuff indoors," he said.

"Would you?" Larry retorted, smiling. "If Gail was out here?"

John reddened. "Ah...well...ah...I...I've got to make sure that damn driver puts the stuff where I need it," he stammered, and started for the truck.

"Got him," Larry said, chuckling. "Honey, why don't you go in and see what the other women are planning to do? I'll give Uncle John and the truck driver a hand."

"OK," Joanne said. She headed for the house." Did you hear?" an excited Gail asked when Joanne walked into the house.

"Hear what?" Joanne asked, a bit puzzled.

"I'm pregnant," Abby said. "I found out yesterday."

"Yeah, I'm going to be a daddy," Greg said. He finished his coffee, then put the cup on the counter. "I better get out and help Uncle John and Larry. After all, this whole project is for our kids, isn't it?"

"Congratulations, Abby," Joanne said. "I'm so happy for you."

"I hope you ladies are ready to work," Gail said. "John told me he has plenty for us to do today, too."

"I'm game," Abby said. "I figure the work will help me keep my figure now that I'm pregnant."

"I don't mind working, either," Joanne said. "What we did yesterday was fun."

John had plenty for everyone to do. First he showed Greg and Larry how he wanted the posts set, and how to brace them inside cardboard tubes so that once the cement holding the posts in place was dry, they'd be plumb.

After John showed them what to do, the two younger men went to work. Larry mixed the cement while John set the main support posts for the jungle gym.

Meanwhile, John cut other planks and other boards he'd need and marked them. The women helped by holding the boards while he cut them, and by drilling holes which they'd use to bolt the jungle gym together once the cement dried.

"This is hard work," Abby commented as she stacked another plank on a pile after she and Joanne finished drilling holes in it.

"I'll never complain about what I'm charged by a carpenter again," Joanne said. She smiled and shrugged. "Well, maybe never."

"You don't have to hire a carpenter," John quipped. "Unless Larry's forgotten everything I taught him."

"I haven't forgotten any of it," Larry retorted.

"You sure?" John said. "That post over there looks like it leans a little."

Greg placed a level on the post. "Not hardly, Uncle John," he said, "unless the level's off."

Shortly before noon, the women went inside and began putting lunch together. John, Greg, and Larry began putting together some of the jungle gym's sub-assemblies, like platforms and walkways which would be bolted to the uprights, railings to keep the kids from falling off, and ladders, which the kids could use to climb to the higher parts of the complex structure.

"How come you never built anything like this for me when I was a kid, Uncle John?" Greg asked as they worked.

"You were a brat, you didn't deserve it," John retorted, chuckling. "Besides, I was too busy working and earning a living," he added.

A little later, Gail came out and announced that lunch was ready and the men went inside and joined the women for lunch.

Bruno and Jimmy sat in the cab of their truck eating lunch. "Jeez, Jimmy," Bruno said, spraying pieces of his sandwich over the truck's dashboard. "All three of those chicks are real foxes. You think they're all as hot as that one from down the road?"

"Sure as hell would be nice to find out, wouldn't it?" his co-worker replied. "Gimme a beer, will ya?"

Bruno reached into a cooler sitting on the truck's floor, took out a can of beer, then handed it to his friend. "Here you go, pal," he said.

"We've got pretty much everything we can do today done," John said as they ate. "We should be able to finish most of the work tomorrow if the cement's set and it should be. I ordered quick-drying cement."

"Dinner tonight's on me," Larry said. "Any objections to the Pizza Caboose over in Harrisville?"

"They still have those killer calzones?" John asked.

"You bet they do," Greg said. "Anna Maria's still there and is still making the best pizza dough this side of the Atlantic Ocean. She'll be glad to see you again, Uncle John, she asks about you every time I go in there. I think she has a wicked crush on you, always has."

"Oh, really?" Gail said, "John, you never mentioned any Anna Maria to me."

"Hey, hon, she's got to be seventy, if she's a day," John said. "And unless she's lost weight, she probably weighs three-fifty." He paused, grinning. "But, damn, does she make good pizza!"

After lunch, the men finished what little work remained to be done on the jungle gym, then they split and stacked some firewood for Greg.

"I don't know about you two," John said, finally, "but I've got to take a shower and change before we go out to dinner."

Both Greg and Larry agreed they needed to shower, too. Greg and John went into Greg's house to get cleaned up. Larry and Joanne headed for Fran's place.



The Widow Ch. 19



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter nineteen

After they went upstairs to get ready to go out for dinner, John and Gail wound up lying on the bed, necking once they'd taken their clothes off. For a while, they lay in each other's arms, savoring how wonderful it felt to belying, naked, in each other's arms. John gently stroked Gail's back.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned into his chest, "that feels so nice!"

"Then I guess I'm doing it right," John said. Then he pulled back and smiled at her. "If we don't get going, we're going to miss dinner," he said. "I'm going to take a bath before we get carried away and wind up missing dinner."

"Oh, darn," Gail teased. "I can't believe you're tired of me already."

"Woman, there's no way I'm ever going to get tired of you," John said. He got off the bed, then walked to the bathroom.

Gail lay in bed a little while after John wandered into the bathroom. When she could hear the shower going, she got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. As she neared the bathroom, she heard John open the door to the shower enclosure and grinned. She was going to have some fun with him. She was pretty sure the shower was making enough noise so John wouldn't hear her approach, but just the same she took care to be silent as she went into the bathroom.

When she arrived in the bathroom, Gail was pleased to see that steam, generated by the hot water John was using, had clouded the clear glass of the shower enclosure. Through the steam, she could see the vague shape of his body as he moved, washing himself.

Gail's smile broadened as she walked across the bathroom and opened the shower enclosure door. John was standing under the shower nozzle, his head tipped back, his eyes closed, letting the hot spray pelt down on him. He stepped forward, out of the spray, opened his eyes, and jumped when he saw Gail standing there, grinning. "Gotcha!" she giggled.

"You startled me," John said, his face red.

It was hard for Gail to determine whether he was red from the hot water, or from being embarrassed. "I wondered if you might need some help making sure all of you was clean," she said.

"Oh..." John hesitated for a second, then he smiled. "Why not? An old guy like me, I'm not as flexible as I used to be. I can't reach everywhere, I might miss something."

Gail stepped into the steamy shower, took the washcloth from John, lathered it thoroughly, then she began washing him. Giggling, she ran the lathery cloth over her lover's body.

"I can't remember the last time anybody gave me a bath, maybe not since I was little," John murmured. "You know, it feels kind of nice!"

"You certainly aren't little any more," Gail whispered, giggling. She wrapped the cloth in her hand around his swelling penis.

Gail's giggles were replaced by soft moans of delight when John, who had picked up a second washcloth and lathered it, began soaping her breasts. Her nipples rapidly grew rigid, jutting through the foamy suds surrounding them. She felt John sliding the washcloth down over her rounded belly, then his hand was between her legs.

"Ohhhhh, John!!!" she murmured. She parted her legs to give him easier access to her middle. Soon, as a result of his insistent caresses, he had her shaking and grabbing at his arms for support as he thoroughly lathered her vagina. Her legs were shaking and she was breathing hard, making her lovely chest rise and fall rapidly. "If...if you...keep...keep that up," she panted, "You're going to make me come!"

"I kind of thought that was the general idea," John said, continuing the caresses that were driving Gail wild.

"Mmmmmmm!!!!" she murmured, her hips beginning to rock in reaction to the movements of his hand.

The washcloth needed more lather, so John re-soaped it. While he did that, Gail slid her hands over her body.

"Please, John, wash me more," she said, her voice sultry, "I want you to wash me more!"

An idea popped into John's head. He let the soap squirt out of his hand, onto the floor of the shower enclosure, behind Gail.

"Oh, shit," he said, "I dropped the soap."

"I'll get it," Gail said quickly. She turned and bent over. The movement presented her lovely bottom, wet and glistening, to John. He took his erection in his hand and slid it between her buttocks, into her lather-lubricated cavern.

"Ohhhh!!!" Gail gasped when she realized what John had done. "Oh, God, John, does that ever feel wild!!!"

While the hot water continued to pelt them, John grasped Gail's hips and began thrusting into her powerfully. He felt her driving herself back at him.

"God, John, this is...Ohhhhh!!!...incredible!!!" Gail groaned, "I...I didn't know you could...Ohhhhh!!!...make love like this!! Don't stop!!! Oh, John!!! Don't stop!!!"

There was no way John could have stopped. Deep in his loins, an orgasm was building, tightening his insides like a spring waiting to uncoil in a burst of pleasure.

"I...I...Oh, God!!! I'm going to come!!!!" Gail groaned. Her body began quivering, her moan got louder, then an intense orgasm swept through her. "John!! Oh, God, John!! Take meeeeeee!!! Take meeeee!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" she moaned.

The muscles in John's middle tensed, then began powerful spasms and, as his groans echoed in the shower stall, mingling Gail's, his warm fluids jetted into her. John clutched her hips, hanging on for dear life as his legs went rubbery.

Even after they reached culmination of their need for each other, Gail and John clung to each other, hanging on until their strength returned. When they were once more able to move, they finished their bath, toweled each other off, and returned to the bedroom.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you?" Gail whispered. When they were again in the bedroom she wrapped her arms around John, kissed his ear, then licked the spot she'd kissed.

"You keep that up, we'll miss dinner," John said.

"Are you guys almost ready?" Abby called. "Greg's gone out to get the van and Larry and Joanne are here waiting."

"I guess we better get dressed, huh?" Gail giggled.

"Yeah, I guess so," John replied. "Don't forget where we were, though," he added. "We can pick up where we left off when we get home."

"John, you're impossible!" Gail exclaimed.

John and Gail did get dressed and, a bit red-faced, went downstairs and joined their friends. All six of them then piled into Abby and Greg's mini-van and headed for the pizza restaurant.

"That was really great!" John said as they were walking out of the restaurant, their meal finished. "I wonder if I could convince Anna Maria to move to Arizona and open a restaurant down there?"

"I need to get some things," Abby said, "does anyone mind if we do a little shopping before we go home?"

Wisely, the men decided not to protest. The six friends spent the next two hours wandering through various stores in the mall where the restaurant was located.

At one point, the men drifted into a sporting good store while the women went off on their own. Abby spotted a store that sold very fancy, and provocative, women's items. "Want to see what they have?" she asked Gail and Joanne.

The other two women decided that sounded like a good idea, and went into the shop.

When they got back together with the men, the women were carrying packages and were giggling and acting very secretive.

"You three been up to something," Greg observed. "What's going on?"

"One of you is going to have a very interesting discovery later," Abby replied, grinning.

"Who?" her husband asked. He looked at the three women. All of them were grinning, all of them seemed a bit red-faced.

"I'm not saying," Abby said.

"And neither are we," Gail and Joanne added, in unison.

"You'll just have to wait until we get home," Abby said.

"I'm ready to go, are you guys?" Greg asked.

"Yeah," Larry and John chorused.

"Not yet," Abby said, "we need to get some things at the supermarket first."

"Come on, honey," Greg protested, "that's not fair."

"Tough," his wife said. She started down the mall corridor, toward the supermarket, with Gail and Joanne following.

"I guess we'll just have to wait, huh, guys?" John said. He started off after the women, with Greg and Larry trailing behind him.

After they got the groceries Abby needed, they got back in the van and headed back to the lake.



The Widow Ch. 20



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty

On the way back to the lake, the women steadfastly resisted every attempt the men made to find out which of them was going to get the surprise. As he and Joanne walked back to Fran's house, Larry looked at the packages Joanne was carrying and wondered if he was the one who might be getting the surprise.

She did have quite a few packages and, as they neared Fran's house, he found himself looking forward to finding out what was in them. Was it his surprise?

"Get undressed and get in bed," Joanne said when they were inside, the door secure behind them. "I have a surprise for you."

Larry was thrilled. He couldn't for the life of him imagine what the surprise might be but, judging from the way Joanne's eyes looked, he had an inkling it would be exciting and he couldn't wait to find out exactly what it was.

He went into the bedroom, stripped off his clothes, and slid under the covers. He propped up the pillows then sat on the bed, avidly watching the doorway.

Joanne, carrying the packages she'd brought with her, had gone into the bathroom.

As he waited there in the bed, his heart pounding, Larry could hear the rustle of clothing coming from the bathroom. He knew Joanne was getting undressed, but still had no idea what she was up to.

"I'm ready," Joanne called. "Close your eyes."

"OK," Larry replied. He was still wondering what was going on, and felt himself getting more and more aroused.

"Turn off the lights," Joanne called.

Larry did. The room darkened. Now only the bright moonlight streaming in the window lit the bedroom. Then the bathroom light went off and Larry heard soft footsteps on the padded carpet. He continued to stare at the doorway.

Then Joanne appeared. What Larry saw caused a rush of excitement to surge through him!

Joanne was wearing a long black lace gown that hung from her shoulders on thin straps and clung to her well-formed body like a second skin. As she walked, one fine leg showed through a high slit in the side of the gown. Larry thought she looked lovelier than he'd ever seen her look.

Although the gown dropped almost to Joanne's feet, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Larry thought she looked incredibly sensual in it, maybe because he knew what was hidden under it. As Joanne neared the bed, he felt himself getting hard!

"Do...do you like it?" Joanne asked softly, continuing her slow progress toward the bed, where her wide-eyed lover sat waiting for her.

Larry nodded. He couldn't talk. Gulping wildly, he struggled for breath. "Come...here," he said, sounding a lot like a frog.

Joanne reached the bed, sat down on it, and then she was locked in Larry's arms. Their lips joined, then parted, and their tongues dueled. It almost felt to her as if they were making love for the first time.

"You really do like my new gown?" Joanne whispered when the kiss finally ended. Larry continued to hold her tight in his arms.

"I love it!" Larry whispered. "I think, other than you, it's the most beautiful thing I ever saw. God! It looks fabulous on you!"

Thrilled, Joanne leaned toward him and, once more their lips met and passion flared inside him. The fact that there was lacy material covering the Joanne's skin warm, silken skin made touching her a new and incredibly erotic experience for Larry. Even though he and Joanne had made love many times, Larry found himself becoming mightily aroused.

He kissed the soft slope of Joanne's neck, then his lips ventured downward over her silky skin, onto her shoulder. At the same time, his hands moved over her, caressing her, savoring how wild it felt to touch her through the gown.

He cupped one breast and felt the nipple swell against his hand through the lacy fabric.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Joanne moaned softly. "God, Larry, that feels so wonderful!"

Larry continued to kiss and fondle Joanne through the sheer, lacy fabric until he could no longer stand not having contact with bare flesh. Sliding his hand down, he tugged up the hem of the gown, then he began trailing his fingers up and down her legs.

Joanne couldn't believe how wild this was. Larry was touching her like it was the first time. His touch, as always, was gentle and loving. The way his fingers were moving up and down her legs was maddening. Then his hand moved onto her abdomen and she moaned softly and shuddered.

"Oh, Darling!" she murmured. "Yesss!!! Oh, yessss!!! That's so wonderful!!!!"

From her belly, Larry's hand slid between her legs and he cupped her passion-dampened center.

"Yessss!!!" Joanne groaned, and pressed herself against his hand.

Larry, also trembling from the wonder of what Joanne looked and felt like, slipped a finger into her pulsing cavern and, at the same time, he began rubbing his thumb over her clit.

Joanne could barely stand it, it felt so good. "Yessss!!! Oh, darling, yessssss!!!" she whimpered, her hips surging upward.

While his hand was adoring her vagina, making her hips move more and more tenaciously, Larry managed to pull the nightgown up further, exposing more of Joanne's lovely physique to his avid gaze.

He looked at her writhing body, bent, and seized her sex with his mouth. His action caused Joanne's hips to bounce up and down on the bed, and extracted ecstatic cries of delight from her. Her legs shook, her hands flailed at the bed, and her body seemed to vibrate.

Joanne cried out with rapture as Larry lashed and kissed her middle. He could feel passion surging powerfully through her, the quivering of her muscles as she writhed under his exploring mouth and fingers. He knew her orgasm was nearing. Then he felt walls of her snug cavern begin contracting rhythmically around his intruding finger.

"Larry!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!" Joanne groaned. "That feels too good!!! Too goooooooddddddd!!!!!"

As Joanne's passion mounted, so did Larry's. Touching her was no longer enough, he had to be in her! He moved between her shaking legs, withdrew his hands and mouth from her sex, plunged his rock-hard penis into her and ardently began lunging against her, thrusting deeply, grinding his pubic mound against hers.

Joanne met his assault with equally forceful movements. Then she screamed as she peaked and took him with her.

"I can't wait!!! Oh, God, Larry, I can't waitttttt!!!"Joanne cried. "Nowwwwwwwww!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!! Oh, Goddddd!!! I'm...I'm commmminnnggggggg!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Larry's hot essence spewed out of him, filling Joanne, laving her insides, and his cries of ecstasy mingled with hers as they wrung unbelievable, incredible bliss from each other. He felt as if his whole body was liquefying and flowing into her.

Joanne clung to Larry in desperation as their bodies strained, wearing each other down, drawing every possible bit of pleasure from their joining. Finally, her body went slack and, except for an occasional gentle surge of her hips, she lay still.

Larry looked down at Joanne. Her eyes were closed, her chest was rising and falling evenly, and sweat gleamed on the skin between her breasts. He withdrew his softening penis and rolled to his side, stretching out full-length beside her. He put his arm around her and, sated, dozed off.

Larry awakened to wonderful sensations resulting from someone making love to him. He was responding powerfully. Already, his erection felt as if it was as hard as tempered steel. He raised his head, looked down, and could see Joanne's hands moving over his erection, which was jutting from his loins like a flagpole.

Larry laid his head back on the pillow and didn't say anything, or even move. He couldn't! What Joanne was doing to him felt so wonderful it was impossible for him to talk! Just then, Joanne looked in his direction and smiled.

"You don't mind if I do this, do you?" she asked softly.

"I'll only...mind if...you stop!" Larry gasped. 

Her hand continued to glide up and down on his swollen organ, sending lightening-bolts of exhilaration into him.

"It gets huge!" she exclaimed. "How do you do that?"

"Uh..." Larry tried to respond, but was forced to pause as a spasm of pleasure shook him. "I...I don't do anything. You're the one who's making it hard!"

Joanne reached between his legs with her other hand and cupped his balls gently. Then she began rolling the swollen nuggets in her warm hand. A quiver went through Larry, he groaned, and his hips rose off the bed. At the same time, slowly, insistently, her other hand continued pumping his stiff prong.

Larry had never felt anything like this. His penis felt so swollen he was afraid it might burst. "Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!" he groaned as Joanne's wonderful manipulations continued.

He looked down again. The sight of Joanne kneeling on the bed next to him, wearing the gorgeous lacy gown, was sublime! Added to the supremely erotic things she was doing with her hands and lips, was more than he could bear! He closed his eyes. He couldn't watch. If he did, he'd come, and he didn't want to do that! Not yet, anyhow! It was better not to watch.

"Unnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" he groaned when he felt the tip of his engorged wand being engulfed by warmth and wetness. Joanne must have taken him into her mouth! The sensations flooding his body made those that preceded them pale in comparison. He felt himself building rapidly toward an explosive peak.

Slowly, Joanne's soft lips moved up and down on his shaft, leaving a trail of tingling nerves behind them. Up and down, exquisitely slowly, up and down, she moved her mouth, turning Larry into a groaning, mindless, pleasure-saturated heap of nerves. His hips moved of their own volition, pistoning his erect penis into Joanne's mouth.

As Larry's groans of ecstasy grew louder, Joanne continued sucking him while her hand kept fondling his balls, adding still more extraordinary sensations to the ones her lips and tongue were already bestowing on him.

Larry was so close and wasn't sure how Joanne would react if he came in her mouth. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! If...if you keep doing that I...I'm gonna come!!!" he groaned, trying to warn his lover of his imminent explosion.

Joanne's reaction to his passionate warning surprised and delighted Larry. Instead of stopping, her head began to move more quickly, rising and falling faster and faster. He realized then that she intended to let him come in her mouth!

Larry tried desperately to hang on, to keep from exploding, but his attempts proved to be in vain. His hands clawed at the sheets and his hips arched off the bed, driving his erection deeper into Joanne's mouth. Any control he might have once had vanished! He didn't care what happened, he was going to come, he couldn't stop! With a feral cry he exploded into Joanne's mouth.

For a minute, when he began coming, Larry felt Joanne's oral caress halt, then it resumed, her hand and lips milking him, sucking him, wringing him dry!

Eventually, his penis began to soften. Finally, when it was limp, Joanne relinquished her hold on it. Then she stretched out on the bed next to him.

Larry pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He could taste himself on her lips and see remnants of his seed on her chin. He didn't care!

"Did...did you like that?" Joanne asked softly once the kiss ended.

"God, yes!" Larry exclaimed. "It was wonderful! It felt so good it almost hurt!" He hugged her so tight he was afraid he'd hurt her.

Joanne smiled at him. "I'm glad," she whispered. "I wanted to be really good for you."

"It was incredible!" Larry exclaimed and kissed her again. "I can't tell you how wonderful it was! God, I love you!"

"I love you, too," Joanne said. "Very much."

They snuggled together in a loving embrace and, before long, they fell asleep. Just before he dozed off, Larry turned out the light and pulled the covers over them. He was glad he was the one who'd gotten the surprise, and what a wonderful surprise it had been! 




The Widow Ch. 21



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-one

Gail awakened snuggled spoon-fashion against John. His arm lay over her and one of his hands was wrapped around one of her breasts. His fingers were teasing the nipple into tingling rigidity. His penis, hot and stiff, was trying to probe between her luscious buttocks. A shudder of elation swept through.

"You never stop being horny, do you?" she murmured.

"I guess not," John replied. He kissed her softly on the neck, then nibbled her ear and she giggled. "I had no idea how horny I was until you and I got together," he added. "Ever since then, I've got this thing all the time." He moved his hips.

The action caused his penis to slide into the cleft between Gail's buttocks. She was startled to discover that having his erection sliding between her buttocks was almost as stimulating as having it sliding in and out of her vagina.

John found what he was doing just as exciting as his partner did. He shifted position a little and his next thrust caused the tip of his engorged wand to slide between her labia, fanning the fires of passion flaming inside her, causing her to quiver. Her hips rocked involuntarily in response to what John was doing.

John pulled Gail's leg back over his, opening her to him. Then he dropped his hand to her middle and, when he thrust forward again, he guided the head of his cock into her and continued pressing forward until he was all the way in her and her lovely bottom was pressed snugly against his loins.

"Oh, Lord, John!" Gail whispered, "That feels so wonderful!"

"It sure does, doesn't it?" John responded. He began moving his hips more and more urgently as the wonderful warmth surrounding his plunging cock sent him whirling toward an explosion of pleasure.

Gail was ecstatic. John was such a wonderful lover. Making love with him was far better than she ever imagined making love could be. She slid her hand over her belly, to her vagina, and could feel his cock actually sliding in and out of her. His indomitable organ continued to cause her nerves to crackle and snap with excitement.

Keeping her hand at the point where their bodies joined, Gail began caressing her own clit. Her self-manipulation added to the extraordinary excitement John's rapid thrusting was causing. She felt herself ascending toward a raging peak of need. Then, suddenly, she burst over the top.

"Nowwwwww!!!!" she cried, as her orgasm burst, "Ohhhhh!!! John!!! John!!! That's ittttt!!! That's itttttt!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Oh, yessssss!!!! I'm therrrrreeeeee!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!" John groaned as he exploded into her. "Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

After they finished making love, they snuggled a while, they got up, showered and dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast with Greg and Abby.

Greg had his uniform on and was finishing a cup of coffee when John and Gail emerged from the stairwell. "The office called, Uncle John," he explained, setting the empty coffee cup on the kitchen counter. "I've got a domestic disturbance call I have to respond to. I should be back before too long."

"Don't forget to be damn careful," John said. "I don't want you getting hurt now." He knew from personal experience that domestic disturbance calls were the most dangerous calls police officers got.

Greg smiled. "You know I'm always careful, Uncle John," he replied. "I'll see you in a while."

Abby walked out just then, wearing her nursing uniform. "The hospital called," she said. "One of the other nurses called in sick and they're short-handed in the E.R. today, so I have to go in. I'm really sorry to go running off on you like this."

"No problem," John said, "we'll manage to get the work done without you."

Abby ate breakfast with Gail and John, then left for the hospital. John helped Gail clear the dishes off the table and put them in the dishwasher. They'd just about finished cleaning up after breakfast when Larry and Joanne showed up.

"Greg and Abby had to go to work," John told them, "The four of us will just have to work a little harder, I guess."

"I think we can manage, don't you, Joanne?" Larry said.

"I'm sure we can," Joanne replied. "This has really been fun. I had no idea carpentry was such good exercise."

Ten miles away, Jimmy and Bruno sat in the cab of Jimmy's rusted old pickup truck, fuming. "Do you believe that asshole actually had the balls to fire us?" Jimmy grumbled. "Just because we had a couple of beers when we was workin'."

"Fuck him and the horse he rode in on!" Bruno replied. "He'll get his one of these days."

"What are we gonna do now, Bruno?" Jimmy asked.

"I don't know," Bruno said. "One thing sure, I ain't gonna worry about it today. Let's go get us some beer. It's party time!"

"Yeah!" Jimmy said, grinning, showing a gap-toothed smile. He started his truck's engine and headed for the closest store.

Later that morning, back at the lake, John emerged from Greg's garage. "I can't find any bolts the right size in there, either," he said. "Looks like I'll have to go and get some." He looked at Larry. "Where's the closest hardware store?"

"I guess the closest one is in Harrisville," Larry said. "Why don't I go along with you, Uncle John? I know where the store is."

"Sounds like a plan," John said. He looked at Gail. "Will you ladies be able to survive if we men aren't here?"

"I think we can manage just fine," Gail replied. "Don't you, Joanne?"

"I'm sure we can find something to keep us busy," Joanne said.

"Come on, kid," John said, "the sooner we get going, the sooner we'll be back and this job will be finished." He and Larry got in Larry's car and left.

"I bought some excellent gourmet coffee yesterday," Joanne told Gail once the men had departed. "Would you like to try it?"

"I'd love to," Gail said.

"Come on," Joanne said, starting for Fran's cabin.

Jimmy and Bruno, having consumed several six-packs of beer, were driving up the road which led toward the lake's entrance. They'd decided the tree company owed them something, like a chain saw, for firing them and were planning to go in and take one from the truck left in at the lake. A car went by them. "Hey! Ain't that the kid who's been screwing that woman we been watchin'?" Bruno asked.

"Yeah," Jimmy replied, "I think it was. An' that old guy from next door was with him."

"That means that chick's in there all alone, don't it?" Jimmy said, his bleary eyes brightening.

"Yeah, it sure does," Bruno agreed. "You think, maybe, she'd be happy to see us seein' as how the kid's taken off?"

"We can find out, can't we?" Jimmy said. He turned onto the lake access road.

"This coffee is delicious," Gail commented after taking a sip.

"It is, isn't it?" Joanne agreed. "The vanilla flavoring really does make it taste richer." She sipped some of her coffee. "Are you going to Arizona with John?" she asked.

Gail looked thoughtful, then nodded. "I called and gave my boss notice already. I know it probably sounds impulsive, I mean, John and I haven't even been together a week, but I don't think I could stand it if he went to Arizona without me."

"I don't think it sounds impulsive," Joanne said, smiling. "I feel exactly the same way about Larry and I think he and I have been together about as long as you and John have." She took another sip of her coffee. "And besides, you've known John a long time. I just met Larry."

"Whadda ya think the chick's gonna say when we show up?" Jimmy asked his friend. He drove by the main lodge and on up the road toward Fran's house.

"I don't give a fuck what she says," Bruno snorted. "It's what she's gonna do I'm interested in."

"Yeah, I like the way that sounds," Jimmy said, turning into Fran's driveway. "Here we go, buddy."

"I thought I heard a car, did you?" Joanne asked.

Gail nodded. "Yes, I did, do you think the men are back already?"

"I wouldn't think they'd be back already," Joanne said, "Maybe they forgot something."



The Widow Ch. 22



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-two

Bruno climbed out of his friend's pickup and almost fell, but he managed to grab hold of the truck and steady himself. "Bring the rest of the beer, will ya, Jimmy?" he told his companion. He grabbed what was left of one twelve-pack and stuck it under his arm. He already had an open beer in his other hand.

Jimmy's response was a loud belch. "Yeah, we can't party without it, can we?" he replied. He swallowed what was left of the beer he'd been drinking and opened another one. He belched again, then he grabbed the second twelve-pack and slid out of his truck.

 Gail and Joanne were standing at one of the windows in Fran's house, watching the two men stumble out of the truck and begin staggering toward the house. "Joane, is...is that anyone you know?" Gail asked.

"I've never seen them before," Joanne replied, feeling a bit fearful. "And I'm positive Fran doesn't know them, either. I think I better lock the door." She ran from the room, secured the door, then went back to where Gail waited in the living room. "There," she said. "I'm not sure how those men got by the caretaker, but maybe they'll go away when they find the door locked. Why don't you and I get out of sight? It won't help if they know someone's in here."

"What if they don't go away?" Gail asked, her voice tremulous. "What are we going to do then?"

"We'll call the police," Joanne said. "And hope they get here fast." She was no less scared than her friend, but she didn't feel it would be good to let her fear show. The last thing they needed was to panic.

The cellular phone in Greg's police vehicle rang and he picked it up. He had the phone installed and paid most of the costs himself, although the department did reimburse him for business calls. "Greg Atkinson," he said.

"Greg, this is Toby," the caretaker at the lake said. "I think we may have a problem over here."

"What's up, Toby?" Greg asked.

"Well, the supervisor from the tree service that's been clearing the power lines called me this morning to tell me he'd fired the two guys who were working here," Toby said. "I guess he caught them drinking on the job or something. Anyhow, he said he fired them and to report it if they showed up around his equipment. I guess he was afraid they might try and steal something or bust his stuff up to get even."

"Makes sense," Greg said, "What's happening?"

"Those two guys just drove in," Toby said. "They went right by main lodge and up the road. And from the way they were driving, I'd say they've been drinking. They were weaving all over the place."

"Damn!" Greg said. "Look, Toby, why don't you go up to my place and tell my uncle and Larry what you just told me?" He figured Uncle John would be able to keep an eye on things until he could get there.

"Your uncle and Larry headed out a little while ago. Just before those two guy showed up," Toby said. "I don't know where they were going, but they haven't come back yet."

"Shit!" Greg said. "Look, Toby, I'm headed home, but I'm about ten or fifteen minutes away. I'll get there as soon as I can. I'll see if the State Patrol or Lincoln County Sheriff have any units who can get there sooner. If Uncle John comes back before I get there, let him know what's going on. But don't mess with those guys on your own, Toby. I don't want you getting hurt."

"OK, Greg," Toby said.

Greg started to put down the cellular phone, then he changed his mind and dialed his home number. It rang and rang and then the answering machine picked up. He knew Abby had gone to work, but wondered where Gail was. "I wonder if she and Joanne went over to Fran's house?" he thought. He braked to a stop, dug a notebook out of his pocket, looked up Fran's number, then dialed it.

"Hey, bitch! We know you're in there, you better open this fuckin' door or we're gonna fuckin' break it down!" Bruno yelled, thumping his fist against the door of Fran's cabin.

"Yeah, come on, bitch!" Jimmy added, kicking the door. "Let us in so we can party!"

"My God!" Joanne whispered to Gail. "They're really drunk and they sound ugly! And...and they...they know we...we're in here!"

"Joanne, what are we going to do?" Gail replied, tears of fear running down her cheeks. "My God! If they get in..."

The phone began to ring. Without thinking, Gail, who was closest to it, picked it up. "He...hello?" she stammered.

"Gail?" Greg said. "I wondered where you and Joanne got to. Look..."

"Greg, two men are trying to break in here!" Gail sobbed. "I...I think they want to rape us! They're drunk! They're..."

She was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of splintering wood. Bruno, tired of waiting, had kicked the door in. "Come on, bitch, we know you're in here," he grumbled, moving into the house. "It's party time."

"Greg, please help us!" Gail sobbed. "Those men, they...they just broke the...the door down!"

"I'll be there as quick as I can!" Greg said. "Hang on while I call for help!" He put down the phone and picked up the radio microphone. "Operations from L-15, emergency traffic," he said.

"Operations, go ahead, L-15," the dispatcher responded.

"We have a break in and possibly an attempted rape in progress," Greg said. He gave the dispatcher the location of the call. "I'm responding Code Three, but I'm a good ten minutes away," he continued. "See if either the State Patrol or Lincoln County have any units closer."

"Copy, L-15," the dispatcher responded. "I'll see what I can do."

Greg put down the radio microphone, flipped the switches which activated his blue lights and siren, and pressed down on the accelerator. At the same time, he picked up the phone. "Gail," he said, "I'm on my way. And there should be other officers coming, too."

"Greg, please hurry! They broke the door down! They're in the house!" Gail cried. She and Joanne had retreated to Fran's bedroom. They could hear the sounds of the men blundering through the house.

"Come on, bitch, where the fuck are you hidin'?" Bruno yelled. "You ain't gonna be able to hide forever!" He walked down a hallway and tried the door. It was locked. He stepped back, then kicked it open.

When he saw Joanne and Gail cowering in the far corner of the bedroom, a feral smile formed on Bruno's face. "There you are, huh, bitch?" he said. "Hey, Jimmy, she's down here, and she's got one of those other bitches with her."

"Greg, please hurry!" Gail whimpered.

"Put the fuckin' phone down, cunt!" Bruno grumbled. "Who the fuck are you callin' anyhow?"

"She's on the phone with the police," Joanne said. "They're on their way. You men better leave before you get in any more trouble than you're already in. You don't want to be here when the police get here."

"Like I fuckin' believe you're on the phone with the cops," Bruno said. "Besides, it don't matter. By the time the fuckin' pigs can get here, me 'n Jimmy will be long gone."

"I'm glad you suggested checking here for the bolts," John told Larry as they climbed back into Larry's car. The younger man had remembered that a little general store located a few miles from the lake stocked quite a few hardware items. They stopped to check and, it turned out, the little store had exactly what John needed in stock.

"Yeah," Larry said. "The next closest place was the hardware store over in Harrisville. We saved ourselves an hour's drive over and back." He started the car and pulled back out on the highway.

"Don't act so fuckin' surprised, bitch," Jimmy said, walking toward Joanne. "It's time you give Bruno and me some'a what you been spreadin' around with that kid and that guy from the fire department."

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," Joanne stammered. She looked around, desperately trying to see if there were some way she and Gail could escape. It didn't look good. They were trapped in the bedroom. The only way out was past the drunken men, who were standing between them and the door, leering at the two frightened women with unabashed lust in their eyes.

"Why...why are you...doing...this?" Gail stammered. She shuddered when Bruno pulled the phone out of the wall. She tried to back farther away from him, but that only put her deeper in the corner.

Jimmy laughed. "Me and Bruno, we've got us a serious fuckin' itch, and you two chicks are gonna scratch it for us...or else," he said. He smiled, showing a mouth that held several rotten teeth. "You bitches got no choice. Only thing you can pick is whether you come across easy, or whether we take what we want."

 Joanne was stunned. This was something she'd never in her wildest dreams ever believed would happen to her. Now what? Greg was on his way, but wouldn't be there for a while, and these two drunken thugs could cause both her and Gail a lot of pain before help arrived. They were at the mercy of the two drunken, sadistic men.

"We saw your boyfriends leavin'," Jimmy said, "That's when me and Bruno figgered we'd get us some of that fine ass of yours." He chortled evilly. "Of course, we didn't figger we'd get this one..." He jerked his head in Gail's direction. "...too. I guess you're kind of a bonus, huh, babe?"

"I...I don't know what...what you're talking about," Joanne said. She tried to keep them engaged in conversation. The longer she kept the men talking, the better the chance that Greg would get there in time. "What...what do you...mean about knowing what I...I've been doing?"

Jimmy laughed. "You really think Bruno and me are that stupid? We seen guys comin' and goin' from this place every fuckin' day while we been workin' on the trees. Christ, seems to me, you been fuckin' half the friggin' county. Anyhow, I'm tired of talkin'. Bruno and me, we wanna have us a real ball with both of you stupid cunts."

"Oh, God!" Gail said and began sobbing.

"God ain't gonna help you, bitch!" Bruno growled. "Nobody's gonna help you. You belong to us."

"Operations to L-15," the dispatcher's voice said over the radio in Greg's patrol unit.

"L-15, go ahead, Operations," he replied.

"Lincoln County and the Patrol have units enroute Code Three to back you up," the dispatcher advised, "but their ETA is about the same as yours."

"Damn!" Greg exclaimed. He pressed down harder on the accelerator, which was already flat on the floor. For once, he wished he'd been assigned one of the Camaro pursuit vehicles the department owned instead of his 4 X 4. "Copy, Operations, I'm about five minutes out."

When Larry and John drove toward the main lodge on the access road, they saw the caretaker come running out, waving to them. Larry braked to a stop and rolled down his window.

"What's up, Toby?" he asked.

"Greg wanted me to tell you that the two guys who've been up here clearing the power lines came in drunk today," the caretaker gasped. "Their boss fired them earlier and..."

"How long ago did they come in?" John asked.

"I don't know, maybe ten, fifteen minutes, I guess," Toby said. "I called Greg, and he's on his way, but he won't be here for a while, yet."

"You know where they went?" John inquired.

Toby shook his head. "They drove by here real fast and went on up the road," he said. "The way they were driving, it looked like they were drunk, so Greg told me to stay away from them. He's on his way."

"OK," John said, "Larry and I will check on it. Come on, Larry, let's go take a look and see what those two assholes are up to."

Larry put his car in gear and started up the road. "You don't think they'd bother the girls, do you?" he asked.

"They goddamn well better not!" John said coldly. "If they do...son of a bitch!" he exclaimed when he saw the battered old pickup sitting in front of Fran's house.

"If they did anything to hurt Joanne..." Larry said as he steered his car into Fran's driveway behind the truck. Before the car came to a complete halt, John was out and running toward the house. Larry was only a short distance behind him.

When they reached the house, John saw the shattered door and stopped, signaling Larry to do the same. "We better be careful," he whispered. "We don't know if these assholes are armed or not."

"You want me to go over to Greg's house and get a gun?" Larry whispered.

"Like I said, enough talking, time to party," Bruno said. The look on his face was feral. "I'm gonna do this bitch first, Jimmy, why don't you hang onto that one until I'm done?"

"Yeah, sure, Bruno," Jimmy replied. He grabbed hold of Gail, who continued to sob loudly.

Joanne who was just as frightened as Gail, but was angry, too, stepped back. "You men are being really stupid!" she snapped. "You're going to wind up in prison for this!"

"Who the fuck cares!" Bruno growled. He grabbed Joanne's arm. "Is that any way to talk to the man who's give you all kinds of goodies?"

"All you're going to do is make me puke!" Joanne retorted. "Let go of me and get out of here while you still can!" She tried to pull her arm out of the brute's grasp.

Bruno tried to pull her into his arms, but Joanne managed to get her arm out of his grip and backed away from him.

"Don't do this," she said. "Just go away and let us alone."

"Hey, you're actin' like you got some say in this," Bruno snarled. He was getting pissed. Something snapped inside him. "Look, bitch," his face clouded with anger, he started moving toward Joanne.

Joanne once more tried to get by the man, but he grabbed her in a powerful embrace and tried to kiss her.

"No!" Joanne protested, struggling to get out of the man's grip, turning her face aside so his lips wouldn't contact hers.

Bruno, now out of control, dragged Joanne to the bed and threw her down on it. He laid atop her and began fumbling with the clasp at the waist of her jeans. When he got it open, he thrusting his hand into them.

Joanne was more scared than she had ever been in her life. This cruel, drunken man was going to rape her! She couldn't believe it! Not now, not when her life was looking so bright. "Please!" she groaned as the man tried to work his hand between her tightly clenched legs. "If...if you don't stop, I'll scream!"

"Go ahead!" Bruno growled. "Who the fuck do you think is going to hear you?"

Joanne didn't know what to do. The man was gaining control. His hand was between her thighs now, and she could feel his erection pressing against her legs. She didn't want this to happen, but she was sure she wouldn't be able stop him. And, even worse, Gail would be raped, too, maybe even worse. She couldn't understand why this was happening.

Bruno kept trying to insert his hand between Joanne's legs. The fact that she was writhing and straining under him only served to inflame his passion more. All he knew right then was that he wanted her, and was going to have her!

"Helllppppppp!!!!!" Joanne screamed. "Somebody, anybody, please help meeeeeee!!!!"

Bruno continued his assault on Joanne. "Shut up!" he yelled, back-handing her across the face with his free hand.

Joanne, already shocked that she was about to be raped, was stunned when the man slapped her. She wanted to scream again, but was afraid he'd hit her again, or worse. She didn't know what to do. 




The Widow Ch. 23



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-three

When Larry and John heard Joanne's scream, they immediately entered the house and started down the hallway toward the bedroom, where they could hear the sound of moaning and struggling.

John reached the bedroom door first and opened it. He paused a second, shocked by what he saw. Joanne and a man were struggling on the bed, and off to the side, another man held Gail in his arms. For half a second, John debated what he should do, then, he moved.

"Please! Don't!" Joanne begged as Bruno continued to attempt to pry her legs apart. She hadn't heard John come in and neither had the two men.

John's heart began pounding the minute he heard Joanne's plea. Her cry told him what he needed to do. Ignoring the second man, he started across the room, more enraged than he'd ever been in his life. At that moment, all he could think of was killing the man who was trying to force himself on Joanne.

Meanwhile, Larry had come into the room, too. Jimmy, who wasn't too smart, did have sense enough to know he was in deep shit. He let go of Gail and backed into the corner, holding his hands out. He was so scared when he saw the look on the young man's face that he wet his pants.

When he reached the bed, John grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on, which happened to be Bruno's hair and belt. He lifted the man bodily off Joanne, turned, swung him around, and threw him across the room.

Bruno had no idea what was happening. One minute he was lying on top of the struggling woman, making progress at getting her legs spread, the next minute he was flying through the air. He slammed face-first into the dresser and felt something snap in his nose. He experienced intense pain, then something warm and wet was flowing onto his lip. Stunned, he lay on the floor, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand and licking blood off his lips.

Joanne didn't have any idea what had happened. The man who was trying to rape her had suddenly disappeared from atop her, and since she had her eyes closed, she didn't know why. She opened her eyes and saw Larry standing next to the bed, his eyes filled with fear and concern.

"Joanne, are you OK?" he asked.

Joanne started to sob, and nodded. "I...I am...now," she replied.

Bruno finally got his mind clear enough to realize what was happening. The old guy and the kid had come back, and the old guy was standing there, looking pissed. "You old fucker!" Bruno growled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He struggled to his feet and started toward John.

Bruno was sure the old guy would back up, but he didn't. In fact, he stepped toward him, and the next thing the thug knew, something hit him in the solar plexus and he couldn't breathe. He felt himself slamming back against the wall, then he felt the man grabbing him and pulling him forward. He was still trying to figure out what had happened when the man's knee smashed into his groin and he experienced the most severe pain he'd ever felt in his life. He was in such agony, he barely felt it when John's knee smashed into his groin a second time.

After landing a second kick to the thug's groin, John smashed a couple of more jabs into the reeling man's ribs. Bruno staggered backward, gasping for breath, and crashed through the bedroom window accompanied by a shower of shattering glass and splintering wood. Finished with Bruno, John turned toward Jimmy, who was still cowering in the corner.

Jimmy had seen what happened to Bruno and, when he saw the wild look in the man's eyes, he decided he didn't want the same thing to happen to him. Whining with fear, he bolted for the smashed-out window and threw himself through it.

While John was dealing with the two men, Larry had gathered the two women and shepherded them to the bedroom doorway.

Joanne clutched her lover desperately. "Larry, Oh, God! They...they were going to...to...rape...us..." she stammered.

"I know, honey," Larry said, stroking her hair. "But you're safe now."

After the second thug went out the window, John turned to Gail, who threw herself, still sobbing, into his arms. 

As the four of them stood there, they heard the sound of a siren and roaring engine. "I'd say Greg's a little late," John commented.

Jimmy didn't do Bruno any favors by jumping out the window, because when he did, he landed right on top of his partner in crime, who was lying on his back on top of a pile of broken wood and shattered glass. Bruno was barely conscious, and didn't really feel Jimmy landing on him. Landing on his friend did cushion Jimmy's fall a bit, but the way he fell still knocked the wind out of him. He laid on top of his partner, gasping for breath, trying to get his feet under him.

Greg wheeled his patrol unit into Fran's driveway behind Larry's car and the broken down pickup truck and jumped out. He started for the house and saw two men, obviously not in good shape, struggling on the ground outside Fran's shattered bedroom window. He drew his Glock 9mm out of the holster on his belt, pointed it at the men, and yelled, "Police! Stay where you are and don't move!"

Greg could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance, and knew backup was near, so he stayed where he was, covering the two men. He studied them. One of them was all bloody and wasn't moving. The other one had wet pants and was sobbing.

"Let's go out and give Greg a hand, Larry," John said. "You ladies stay here, we'll be right back. Everything's OK now."

"All...all right," Gail sobbed. "Be...be careful, John."

"I will, honey," John told her, giving her a hug.

Larry gave Joanne a hug, then he and John walked outside and found Greg standing there, covering the two men with his gun.

"Nice to see you finally got here, Greg," John commented.

"You sure as hell didn't leave much for me to do," Greg retorted. "These guys don't look too good."

"I could have done more, but I figured I ought to leave something for you," John said. His face got serious. "I'd say we're looking at charging these two with breaking and entering an occupied building, kidnapping, assault, and attempted rape." He looked from Bruno to Jimmy. "You boys are going to be spending a lot of years in the slammer."

"You gotta get us an ambulance," Jimmy protested. "I'm hurt real bad and so is Bruno."

"Don't worry, dirt bag," Greg snapped. "We'll have you checked at the hospital before we lock you up. You know, you assholes are pretty damn lucky."

"Lucky?" Jimmy asked. "How the hell can you say I'm lucky?"

"You're alive," Greg said.

More sirens were wailing up the road, and more police cars stopped on the road behind the house. Officers emerged from the cars and started for the house while Greg's radio crackled as the additional arriving police units called the dispatcher to tell them they'd arrived.

"Now that your help's here," John observed, "Maybe you ought to let Operations know everything's under control."

"Oh, yeah," Greg said. With his free hand, he pressed the "talk" button on the microphone on his collar, which was attached by a long coiled cord to the portable radio on his belt. "James County L-15 to all arriving units, I'm inside the house," he said. "This situation is under control. I have two in custody. Backup has arrived. Respond an ambulance and medic unit. No law enforcement injuries."

"Operations copies, L-15," the dispatcher said. "You have the situation under control, two in custody, and you want an ambulance and medic unit. Do you want detectives to respond?"

Greg looked at his uncle, who shook his head.

"I haven't been out of harness that long. I can still fill out a crime report," John said.

"Negative on the detectives," Greg told the dispatcher. "We can handle it."



The Widow Ch. 24



Passion in James County XII

The Widow

By D.C. Roi

Chapter twenty-four

An hour later, Larry and Joanne were sitting on the sofa in Fran's living room. The two men had been taken away by the police and Gail and John had gone back to Greg's house after Larry and John nailed some plywood over Fran's shattered bedroom window.

Joanne was finally starting to relax. That was mainly because Larry's hand was gently, insistently, caressing her breasts through her sweatshirt, teasing first one nipple, then the other. Then it slid into the neck of the sweatshirt and moved softly onto her breasts, continuing to stroke them. It felt wonderful! Very wonderful! Powerful waves of pleasure broke over her.

Greg cupped one breast and Joanne felt her nipple pressing into her lover's cupped palm as he massaged her breast gently. God, it felt so wonderful when he touched her!

"Mmmmm!" Joanne moaned. She looked at Larry, who was gazing at her with fondness.

"Larry! Ohhhhhh!!! Do you have any idea how wonderful you're making me feel?" she murmured as the young man's roving hand continued to stir her deeply. "And how much I need to have you make me feel that way?"

Larry's response was to lower his face to hers and cover her lips with his. Their mouths opened and their tongues entwined in torrid fusion. Joanne's arms slid around his neck, pulling him against her.

They finally broke the kiss, their chests heaving. Larry stretched out on the sofa and Joanne snuggled close against him.

"You make me feel safe again," Joanne said, loving the way it felt to have Larry's arms wrapped around her. It made her feel safe, as if what had happened with the two brutish men had taken place in another world at another time.

"I just wish I could have gotten a piece of that asshole who was trying to hurt you," Larry replied. He chuckled. "Although I have to say Uncle John probably did a better job of taking care of him than I could have." He kissed Joanne again and his hands resumed their delectable explorations, warming her, thrilling her, pushing out the memory of the crude touches of the man who had tried to rape her.

"Oh, Larry!" she moaned, "I need you so much!"

"I'm glad," Larry replied, "because I need you, too!"

Joanne pulled the young man's face to hers and they kissed again. His hands continued to rouse her, to fire her need for him. He pulled her sweatshirt up and with her help soon had it off.

Joanne's fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and started opening them. They tore at each other's clothing and soon their warm, nude bodies were pressed together. Larry's erection was pushing between Joanne's trembling thighs.

"Oh, God, Larry!! I want you!" she told him, "Now! I can't wait! Please, Larry! Please take me!"

Joanne hoped making love with Larry would cleanse her body from memories of the touch of the crude man who'd broken into the house. She desperately needed what she knew Larry would give her!

Exhilarated by the urgency in his lover's voice, Larry rolled on top of her. When he did, his legs slid between hers and his erection rubbed against her vaginal lips.

"Oh, God, Larry!" Joanne groaned. "Being with you like this feels so good! I need you so badly!" She locked her heels behind his legs and pressed herself against him.

Larry moved his hips and his shaft slid into her easily.

"Yesssss, Larry!!! Oh, lover! Yesssss!!!!" Joanne moaned when his stave slid into her snug opening and began to stretch and fill her.

When Larry began moving slowly, Joanne felt every inch of the swollen wand that was buried in her. She rotated her hips and Larry's fullness lashed around inside her, caressing the sensitive walls of her vagina; her clit rubbed deliciously against his pubic bone.

"Lover! Lover! Lover!" she cried, "Oh God! It feels so good having you in me! Nobody, nobody, nobody ever made me feel this way! Oh, God, Larry, I love you!"

They continued to strain against each other as they approached climax, their locked bodies writhing and straining, lips connected, tongues lashing, the fires of passion burning fiercely.

"Now, Larry! Now Take me!! Take meeeeeee!!" Joanne cried, "Please, Larry!!! Lover!!! I need you!!!!" Then she felt his torrid juices exploding into her and her orgasm began.

"Yessss!!! Oh, darling!!! Oh, darling!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!" she wailed. "I need you!!! I need you so badly!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Take meeeee!!!! Take meeeeeeee!!!! I love you!!! Oh, oh, I love you!!!"

As they lay in each other's arms afterward and Joanne gazed into Larry's adoring eyes. "You know, it's really crazy," she told him.

"What's really crazy?" Larry asked.

"My loving you," Joanne replied. "You're young enough to be my son! But I don't care. You're wonderful and I am in love with you! I can't help myself!"

"I love you, too, Joanne," Larry said, then he kissed her. "And I don't care how old you are. All I want is to be with you."

Joanne smiled and caressed his face. "I know, darling," she said softly, "and you have no idea how much that means to me."

"You know, we should go over and help Uncle John finish that jungle gym," Larry said, "but I guess there are more important things I should do before we go over."

"What important things?" Joanne asked.

"Well...there's this," Larry said. He rolled on top of her and began nibbling her nipples, bringing them quickly to full, tingling, turgidity. Then his lips started traveling down over her full body.

"Ahhhh!!!" Joanne moaned. Her hips rose off the sofa as the young man's tongue stabbed into her vagina. The spearing oral digit moved rapidly, sending lightening bolts of ecstasy flashing into her. Her legs clamped around his head and her hips rocked. He grabbed her buttocks.

"Larry!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!!" Joanne moaned, "Ahhhhhhh!! Oh, yessssssssssss!!! Yessssssssssssss!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!!!"

She continued to shudder in response to Larry's oral assault. Pleasure continued exploding deep inside her and radiating through her body.

Larry kept going until Joanne lay limp and spent. Then he kissed her belly softly, slid up next to her and pulled her into his arms.

"My God, Larry, that was so wonderful!" Joanne exclaimed, hugging him, loving the way it felt to have his body pressed against hers. She began to slide her hands over him. He felt so wonderful!

"Ohhhh!!" Larry moaned, "You sure do know how I like to be touched!"

He rolled on his back to make it easier for Joanne to continue stroking his warm flesh. She kissed his nipples, drawing them out, feeling them harden between her lips. It was lovely, and the way he was shaking, groaning, and twitching when she kissed him told her he loved what she was doing as much as she loved doing it.

"Joanne, you...you're...Ahhh!!! ...driving me...Ohhhh!!! ...crazy!" Larry moaned.

Joanne took his erection in her hand and began stroking it gently. Then she bent and ran her tongue up and down the shaft, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

 "Yessss!!! Ohhhh!!! Yessss!!!" Larry, ecstatic, moaned.

Next, Joanne lowered her head over the shaft and let the wedge-shaped tip part her lips, then slide into her mouth. She caressed the engorged wand with her tongue while her head moved up and down. The veined, stretched of Larry's erection slid delightfully past her lips.

"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!" Larry moaned. "In you!!! Joanne!!! Oh, God!!! I want to be in you!!! Please!!!"

Joanne climbed atop him, her body vibrating with need, and impaled herself on his shaft. "Ohhhh, Larry!!!" she moaned as he slid into her. "You...you always feel so good?"

"Yeahh!!!!" Larry groaned in reply. "It...it...feels fantastic, to me, too!!! That feels so good!!! Oh, God, Joanne, does it ever!!!"

Joanne slowly rocked her hips, the movement causing her indescribable pleasure. Larry thrust his hips in counterpoint to her motions and as he did, his erection massaged her insides. It felt as if he were touching her in places she'd never been touched before.

Joanne leaned forward, supporting her weight on her outstretched arms, continuing to move her hips up and down on Larry's swollen pole. When she leaned forward, her breasts swung out from her body. She saw Larry lift his head, then he caught one swollen nipple between his lips and the resulting sensations sent her spiraling into bliss.

"Aggggghhhhhh!!!! Comminnngggg!!! Darling!!! Darling!!! I'm commminnngggggg!!!!" she cried, "So sweet!!! Ohh!! Ahhh!!! So...So sweet!!! My darling!!! My lover!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

Just as she was starting to dissolve into rapture, Joanne felt Larry's hip motions becoming more frenzied, then she heard his impassioned cries when he blasted his essence into her and once again his warmth bathed her insides.

 Later, as they lay in each other's arms, enjoying the glow of shared delight, Joanne realized that no matter what, she was going to keep Larry in her life.

After a bit, Larry kissed her. "I really hate to break up this wonderful time," he said, "but I really should get over and help Uncle John."

They showered, dressed, and were coming out of the bedroom, headed for Greg and Abby's house, when the back door opened.

"Joanne, are you here?" a feminine voice said.

"Fran?" Joanne replied. She looked at Larry, whose face had started to redden. "We're back here," she added.

"We?" Fran responded, sounding surprised. "Joanne, who...?" Her mouth dropped open when Larry and Joanne walked out into the kitchen.

"Hi, Fran," Larry said.

"Ah...you...Joanne..." Fran stammered as she looked from her friend to Larry and back. "Are you two? What's going on? What happened to the back bedroom window?"

"Why don't we go into the living room and sit down," Larry said. "We can explain everything to you."

"Ah...sure," Fran said. "I...I guess I'd...ah...I'd like that."

After they were seated, Larry told Fran what had been going on, starting at the beginning, and continuing through the arrest of the two would-be rapists a few hours earlier.

"Now you know what's what's been happening," he said, finally, finishing his story.

"Joanne, you...you and Larry, you're...you're a couple?" Fran stammered. She was surprised, and a little shocked, to discover what had developed since she'd last seen her friend. And the attempted rape was only a part of it.

Joanne nodded. "I certainly hope we are," she said. "Larry's become a very important person in my life in the last few days. It wasn't anything I planned, and I will admit I'm still a bit surprised by what's happened, but I'm just as sure what I feel for him is real."

Larry smiled. "That's exactly how I feel, too," he said.

"I've got to say I'm stunned," Fran said. "Although I have to say, now that I look at the two of you, there is something pretty powerful going on, here. Ah...I just stopped by to apologize to Joanne for being such a terrible hostess." She grinned. "I guess you didn't really miss me, did you, Joanne?"

Joanne, blushing, shook her head. "I hate to admit it, but I really didn't," she told her friend.

"Ah...well, Joanne, remember I...I told you the other day I'd met someone," Fran continued.

Joanne nodded and said, "I remember."

"Well, next week is school vacation and..." Fran stammered, her face reddening. "We're going away for the week, to the shore."

"That's great news, Fran!" Joanne said. "I'm glad for you."

"I...I've got to get packed," Fran said, standing up. "I...if you want, Joanne, you can stay. You can stay as long as you want."

"Thank you, Fran," Joanne said. "But...but I don't want to impose on you any more. I...I still feel bad that your window got broken and all and..."

"Don't be silly," Fran said. "You can stay here as long as you want. I have a feeling I'm not going to be spending much time here anyhow."

"I...I don't know," Joanne said hesitantly, "I..."

"Actually, I was thinking about asking you if you wanted to move in with me, Joanne," Larry said.

Stunned, but pleased, Joanne looked at the young man. "We'll talk about that later. First, we've got to go over and help Uncle John finish that project," she said. "Fran, you have a good time at the beach, OK? We'll get together and talk when you get back." She stood up. "Come on, Larry, we don't want Uncle John to have to do all the work alone, do we?"

"I guess not," Larry said. "And Fran, John said he'd call the lumber yard and have them bring out a window. We'll probably get it in tomorrow if they have one the right size in stock."

"Don't worry about it," Fran said. She sat there, still looking stunned, as Joanne and Larry got up and left the house.



The Widow Ch. 25



Passion in James County XII: The Widow

Chapter twenty-five

Things seemed strained between Gail and John when they returned to Greg's house. John was sure Gail was upset by what had happened, but he wasn't sure exactly what he could do to help her get over the trauma she'd just experienced. They stood in the kitchen, looking at each other.

John finally screwed up his courage and walked to where Gail was standing. She kept staring at him. She still looked frightened. When he put his hands on her shoulders, she sighed and cuddled against him. "Why do things like that have to happen?" she asked. "It's so hard to believe there really are people like those men."

"I don't have any easy explanations for that, honey," John said, "I've dealt with men like that most of my adult life and it's still hard for me to understand what makes them tick."

"But...but you saved Joanne and me from...from..." Gail stammered. "You...you were like a...a wild man in there. I...I thought you were going to kill that man."

John shrugged. "I...I guess I was kind of out of control," he admitted. "But when I realized you were in danger, I was more scared than I've ever been in my life. I'm really sorry that happened. I want to keep you safe and..."

She looked up at him. "I know you do," she whispered. "What happened, it wasn't your fault."

He nodded. "I know that," John responded. "But that doesn't make it any easier. You...you could have been..."

Gail's arms went around him and she pressed against him. "I know you care about me," she said. "You saved me. You aren't like those men. You won't hurt me. You couldn't."

Standing in the kitchen hugging, nice as it was, really wasn't what either of them wanted. John gently tipped Gail's head up with one hand and kissed her. He wasn't prepared for the intensity of feelings he experienced when his lips and Gail's joined. The kisses they'd shared earlier had been wonderful, but they were nothing compared to this! John felt like he was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks; all at the same time. His legs got wobbly and his heart started to pound.

Gail sagged against him when the kiss finally ended, hugging him, squeezing her breathtaking body against the erection that lurched and throbbed in his slacks.

"I have a feeling you want me, don't you, John?" she whispered.

"More than you could possibly know!" John said. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her up to their bedroom.

As they went, Gail nestled her head in his neck and her fingers ran through his hair. "This is what I need," she thought, "John will make love to me and make me forget the awful things that happened and those two horrid men."

When they reached the bedroom, John stood Gail on her feet and they kissed again. Once more, he discovered the wonder of stripping her clothes from her lovely body. Before long, they were lying naked on the bed.

The caress of Gail's bare, warm flesh against his was so extraordinarily pleasurable that a shudder went through John. For a second he feared he would come, just from snuggling against Gail's stupendous body. Somewhere he found enough strength to control himself and he began exploring the body he desired so much.

Softly, touching her as if she were super-fragile, John began stroking Gail's skin. She was so fine! Once more, as he caressed her, he gazed at her and was astounded by how lovely she was. Her breasts were flawless firm globes, tipped with rosy circles out of which grew thick, mouth-watering nipples. He took one rigid tip between his lips and lashed it with his tongue.

"Ohhhhhh, John!!!!! Goddddddddd!!!!!!" Gail groaned. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter against her while he adored her chest with his lips for what seemed like an eternity. He kissed first one breast, then the other, then it's mate once again.

Gail groaned and mewled with joy, her body twisting and straining, her hands clawing at him. "So gooooodddd!!!! Oh, John, you're making me feel so gooooooddddd!!!!" she cried. "I love you!!! I love you!!!!"

"I love you, too, honey," John told her, then he continued to pay homage to her finely molded body. Her skin was soft as silk, and rippled as his hands and lips moved over it. He was determined to touch every inch of her, to know her as completely as possible, despite the fact that he was hard as a rock and about to explode any minute. This had to be perfect!

Gail's moans and cries grew louder as John caressed, kissed, and explored her. He stopped and looked every now and then and was almost overwhelmed when he looked at her passion-flushed face and saw the way her body was twisting and turning with need.

"I need you!!!! Please, John!!! Please!!!!! I need you!!!" Gail begged, pulling at him.

John rolled atop her and was startled when his erection slid into her without any guidance. A shudder went through him and once more he had to struggle to keep from coming! He was in her and it felt incredible!

Slowly, John lowered his hips and sank deeper into Gail's body as warmth and delight roared through him, threatening to overwhelm him as he slowly entered his lover's tight opening.

"Yessssss!!! Oh, God!!!! Yesssssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Can't wait!!!! John!!! I can't wait!!! I'm gonna come!!! I'm gonna come!!!" Gail cried as her body stiffened, then she began to shudder violently. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnggggg!!!! Oh, John!!!! Oh, John!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Yesssss!!!! Oh, God, Gail, yesssssssss!!!!! Yessssss!!!!" John screamed when he came. It felt as if all of him were spewing into her, as if his whole body had liquefied and was being pumped through his cock. Never, ever, had making love felt this wonderful!

Finished, John rolled off her, onto his back, more drained, yet more energized than he'd ever been.

Gail was all over him, kissing him, hugging him, babbling excitedly. "I love you! Oh, God, John, I love you!" she gushed. "That was fantastic! God! I love you!!! I love you!"

"I love you, too, honey," John told her, kissing her. "What we just had was the best it's ever been for me."

She gazed down at him, wide-eyed and adoring. "Was it really?"

John nodded. As much as he'd loved his first wife, and as wonderful as the love-making he and Marian shared, it had never been anything like what he'd just experienced with Gail. "I...I never knew making love could feel that wonderful," he told her, then kissed her again.

Gail's hands were caressing him and John was responding powerfully. He'd given up thinking he couldn't have sex more than once a day the night he met Gail, but even so, he couldn't believe how quickly Gail could rejuvenate him!

As Gail ran her hands over John's body, she made a delightful discovery. "My God, John! You're getting hard again!" she exclaimed. Her hand wrapped around his swelling organ as if she had to verify what she was seeing.

"Uhhhh!!! I guess you could say that!" John groaned.

Gail began stroking him and he got still harder. He'd come just minutes earlier, but was on fire again! Being with her might age him before his time, but if making love with Gail killed him, he'd die happier than any man who'd ever lived!

"I can't believe it!" Gail exclaimed, her hand moving faster and faster on his cock. "I don't know how you can get turned on again this quick!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Uh, normally...Ahhhhh!!!...normally I...Ohhhhhh!!!...can't!" John moaned." It's...Ahhhhh!!!!...you...Ahhhhh!!!...you are too much!!!"

"I have to have you again!" Gail exclaimed eagerly. She straddled him, guided the tip of his cock to her opening and sank onto him.

Once again John experienced the unbearable sweetness of entering her. Groaning softly, he took hold of her lean hips and hauled her down onto him.

"Ohhhhh!!! Jeeeeezzzz!!!!" Gail moaned, and began moving her hips, riding him. Her blonde hair flew and her lovely breasts danced wildly as she worked herself up and down on him.

John slid his hands up and took her swollen breasts in his hands. He began thumbing the nipples and Gail's groans of delight grew even louder.

"I don't believe this! It...it feels like you're in me all the way up to my throat!!!" she moaned, as her motions became more and more frenzied.

Her knees pressed against his sides and her hands gripped his arms as her perfect bottom slapped against his thighs. "Godddd!!! John!!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, John!!!" she cried, "I'm gonna...Ahhhhhhh!!! I'm commmminnnnnnggggg aggggainnnnn!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Oh, Gail, I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!" John groaned, erupting powerfully into her once more.

Gail, spent, collapsed on top of him and lay like that, wrapped tight in his arms. John's cock, still rigid, remained sequestered in her. As he lay there, holding her, his penis softened and slid out of her.

Gail raised her head, looked down at him, and giggled. "That tickles!" she said, then she kissed him. "Oh, John, I've never, ever been happier in my life!" She kissed him again.

"I haven't, either, darling," John said and squeezed her. He would have absorbed her body into his if he could have. He didn't seem to be able to get close enough to her. "I'm never going to let you go."

"I sure hope not," Gail said. She rolled off him then, and they lay like that, side by side, looking at the ceiling. John wondered if Gail was as overwhelmed by what had transpired between them as he was.

After a while, Gail rolled on her side so she was facing away from him.

John slid over, put his arm around her, and pulled her back against him. That felt spectacularly good. He couldn't resist toying with her breasts and began caressing one of her nipples. It started to swell and grow, and Gail squirmed.

"God! That feels wonderful!" she whispered.

"I hope so," John said. "That's what I was hoping for."

"Are...are we going to make love again?" Gail asked. She squirmed her neat bottom against him.

"I sure hope we will," John said. "Soon. But, ah...I...I don't want you to be mad at me," he added, "but...well, it looks like twice in a row might be all I'm up to right now."

"Me, too," Gail said. "Were you still planning to finish that jungle gym today?"

"You want to?" John asked.

Gail giggled. "I think, Larry and Joanne were planning to come over and help us finish it," she said. "You don't want them to catch us in bed, do you?"

John chuckled. "I have a feeling that if we went over there, we might be able to catch them in bed, don't you think?" he asked.

Gail yawned. "I don't know..." She snuggled even tighter into his embrace. "But I wouldn't be surprised."

Just then they heard knocking at the door, then the sound of the door opening. "Uncle John?" Larry called. "You ready to finish that job we started or are you going to lay around in bed all afternoon while I work?"

John and Gail both giggled.

"I told you they would be over," Gail laughed.

"I guess we better get dressed and go downstairs," John said. "Darn that kid, anyhow."



The Widow Ch. 26



Passion in James County XII: The Widow

Chapter twenty-six

Larry was nervous when he drove up in front of Fran's house a few days later. He had been thinking about asking her to marry him for some time, and decided that tonight, when she was coming to his place for the first time, was the correct time to do it. He had no sense of how Joanne would respond to his proposal and was extremely nervous about how the evening would come out.

Joanne greeted Larry at the door. He looked at her and his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a peach colored cotton tank dress with a long skirt that had buttons all the way down the front. A belt the made from the same material as the dress cinched it around her waist. Larry kissed her. "You look fantastic, honey," he whispered when the kiss ended. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Larry," Joanne replied, blushing.

"Come on," Larry said. "I can't wait until you see my place." He helped Joanne put her coat on, they got in his car, and they left.

"I made a very special meal for us tonight," Larry said as he drove away from Fran's house. "It's an old family recipe that's guaranteed to please even the most finicky of appetites."

"You know, Larry, this is a bit odd," Joanne commented, sounding nervous. "Here we are, going to your house for a meal you cooked for me, and I've never cooked for you."

"So?" Larry said, "Isn't it just as important that I can cook? By the way, I think you look gorgeous!"

Joanne felt her face get even hotter. "I guess so, but don't you wonder if I can cook?" she asked. She wasn't quite sure why they were talking about cooking. There was more, much more, she and the young man who had become such an important part of her life in the past few weeks, should be discussing.

"I'm sure you can cook," Larry said. He turned off the main highway, onto a smaller road. "I was going to take you out to dinner, but I decided it would be nicer to eat at home instead of going out. Dinner's all ready so we can eat as soon as we get to my place."

"Larry do...do your parents know about us?" she asked, finally broaching one of the questions that had been bothering her.

Larry looked over at her, smiled, and nodded. "I have told them about you," he said. "Mom and Dad both say they can't wait to meet you."

"Do...do they know how...how much older...than you I...I am?" Joanne asked.

Larry looked over at her, smiled, and nodded. "Yeah, they do. Mom seemed more upset about our age difference than Dad did," he said. "But we talked about it a lot and she finally said all that mattered to her was that I was happy. They're coming up in a couple of weeks, they want us to go out to dinner with them."

Larry pulled up in front of a huge house, drove around to the rear of it, and stopped in front of what looked like a small apartment attached to a four-car garage. "This used to be the estate of a big banker," he explained. "My place used to be the chauffeur's house. At least that's what the real estate agent who sold Dad the place told us. The estate consisted of over five hundred acres, but most of the property was sold off for development. We only own about a hundred acres, most of it wetland that couldn't be developed."

"Oh," Joanne replied, taken a little aback. She knew from what Larry said that his parents had money, but this summer home was far more ornate than she thought it would be.

"Come on, let's go in," Larry said. "I'm starved."

He got out of his car, opened the door for Joanne, then led her into what was a very rustic, but cozy apartment attached to the garage. The walls were paneled in what looked like expensive wood and the ceiling featured highly polished exposed beams.

"Larry, this is gorgeous!" Joanne exclaimed.

Larry led her into a small, but nice dining room, seated her, then he got the food out. They chatted while they ate, and Joanne found herself getting more and more comfortable. But she also found herself wondering about Larry's parents. Had he really discussed their relationship with his folks, and had they really voiced their approval?

After they finished eating the meal, which was quite good, just as Larry promised, he and Joanne cleared the dishes off the table and put them in the dishwasher, then they walked into the living room. Larry stopped just inside the archway between the dining room and living room.

Joanne walked across the living room and sat down on the sofa, her legs folded under her. She looked at Larry, who was still standing in the doorway, staring at her, and realized that he seemed to be nervous.

Larry gazed at Joanne and sighed. She was so lovely! His heart began to pound as he walked to the sofa.

"I...I decided I needed to ask you something tonight," he stammered as he sat down next to her.

"What, darling?" Joanne asked.

Larry kept looking at Joanne as he tried to phrase what he wanted to say the best way. She gazed back at him, her eyes soft, wide, and trusting. 

"Joanne, I...I know we haven't even known each other a month," he started, "but I...I want to marry you." He knew it wasn't exactly the most romantic way he could have put it, but it was what he wanted to say.

Joanne was stunned, but delighted. "Larry, do...do you really mean that?" she whispered. She felt tears welling up in her lovely. "I mean you...you don't have to..."

"I know I don't have to," Larry said. "I'm asking you because I want to marry you. I want you to be my wife."

He leaned toward her and then they were in each other's arms. They clung to each other, their faces inches apart, and continued to gaze into each other's eyes.

"If...if that's what you really want..." Joanne said, "...then I want it, too. Yes, Larry, I'll marry you."

Larry, his heart banging like a trip-hammer after he heard Joanne's reply, slowly bent his head toward Joanne, then their lips met and Joanne's body pressed against his. He savored the feel of her lips against his and tasted her soft breath in his mouth. It was so sweet, so wonderful, he could barely breathe!

When the kiss ended, Joanne pressed her face against Larry's neck and snuggled even closer to him. He combed his fingers through her silky, soft hair and pressed her still tighter against him. Her body shook and his shirt started to get wet from her tears.

"Why are you crying, honey?" he asked.

"I...I'm...so...so happy," she whispered. "I...I know you love me...but I...I never dreamed you...you'd want...to...to marry m-m-me!"

Larry stroked her back. "I do, honey, why would you think I wouldn't want to marry you?" he asked.

Joanne didn't reply because she was crying. Eventually, when her sobbing abated, she leaned back in Larry's arms, looked at him, and smiled. "It always feels so wonderful when I'm in your arms," she whispered.

"You know," Larry said, "I've been thinking. I know how you feel about us living together before we get married, but I'd love to have you move in here with me..."

Joanne smiled at him. "Do you really think I should move in with you?" she asked. "What will your parents say?"

"I'd like nothing better," Larry said. "And I'm sure my parents won't complain. Ten years ago, Mom and Dad would have probably had a shit fit." He chuckled. "Of course ten years ago, I was only fourteen. But now, I don't think they'll mind."

Joanne kissed him again. "If you want me to move in with you, I will!" she told him.

Larry kissed her and this time, he felt passion surging through him. His tongue slid between her lips and hers met it. Sparks of ecstasy flew and he felt himself growing hard. He slid his hand into the wide neck of her dress, onto her wonderful soft, warm skin. Joanne moaned and pressed even tighter him as he fondled her breasts, nipples already hard. He twirled one rigid nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Joanne began twisting in his arms and emitting soft, passionate moans. She couldn't believe how wonderful Larry could make her feel. The minute he touched her, she wanted him!

Larry stopped what he was doing. "Not like this!" he said and pulled back.

Joanne looked at him, puzzled. "Don't...don't you want me?" she whispered. She wasn't sure why he was suddenly acting so reticent.

"That's not it. I...I want you more than I ever have," Larry replied. He stood up, took Joanne's hand, pulled her to her feet, and started for the bedroom. "But I want our first night in our home it to be special, not a romp on the sofa."

"It doesn't matter," Joanne whispered as she let him lead her down a hallway toward the rear of the apartment. "It will be special. It's always special when we make love. It can't be anything else." She desperately wanted him to make love to her.

Larry led her into his bedroom, laid her on the bed and stripped her clothes from her. Joanne helped him then lay, eyes wide, chest rising and falling rapidly, while he tore his clothes off. Then he was on the bed with her, his warm body was pressed against hers, and Joanne could think of nothing else but him and the pleasure she knew he'd give her.

Larry suckled her breasts as softly and tenderly as he could, lashing the hardened tips with his tongue. In response, moans of joy streamed from Joanne. His hand glided over the body he adored so much and felt it respond. It seemed only seconds before Joanne was writhing on the bed, begging him to take her.

"Please!! Oh, Larry, Please!! I need you!! Oh, God, darling, I need you!! I need you!!" she babbled.

Larry rolled onto her and buried his rigid pole in her. Disbelieving, filled with awe and ardor, he drove into her, experiencing, the wonderful, joyous union of their bodies.

Passion blossomed and bloomed, then exploded through them.

"Joanne!! Darling!! Oh, God!!" Larry cried as he spewed his hot juices into her.

"Larry!! I love you!! Oh, Larry!! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! Yessssssssssssss!! Yessssssssssssss!! Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!" Joanne screamed, her body struggling against Larry's, her hands raking his back.

When their frenetic coupling ended, they lay, spent, in each other's arms.

"I love you," Larry told her.

Tears once more began to trickle down Joanne's cheeks.

Larry kissed her. "I hope those are tears of joy," he whispered.

"Oh, darling, yes, yes they are!" Joanne whispered avidly in reply.

"Good," he said, and began stroking her back, sliding his hands onto her buttocks. He loved her bottom. It was, in his opinion, the most perfectly shaped bottom he'd ever seen.

Joanne kissed him again. Larry clutched her bottom and pulled her against him. She giggled. "Larry, I don't believe it!" she exclaimed. "You're hard again!"

Larry smiled. "When I'm with you," he replied, "I'm always hard!"

"You are, aren't you?" Joanne said, reaching for his erection. "And I love it!" She pushed him over on his back and slid onto him. With a quick movement of her hands and hips, she managed to get him in her once again. Then she pushed herself upright and began riding him.

Joy soared through Larry while he gazed up at the woman he was going to marry. He was enchanted by the delightful jiggling of her breasts and the look of passion that formed on her face as she rode him.

This time their coupling was sweet, wonderful, and joyous. Larry's cock lashed Joanne's insides as she rode him. He shoved his hips up, pressing their pubic bones together. Both of them whimpered with pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!! Can't wait!! Oh, darling!! I can't wait!!" Joanne cried, her hips beginning to move faster and faster. "I'm there!! Again!! Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Oh, yesssssssssssssss!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhh!! Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Larry clasped Joanne's breasts and thumbed her nipples as she thrashed wildly on top of him. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he joined in. "Joanne!! Now!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!" he cried as powerful erotic spasms wracked him and his essence spewed into her once more.

"I didn't ever think I would ever feel like this again after...after my husband died," Joanne told Larry as they lay in each other's arms after their love-making session ended. "It...it was frightening thinking I'd have to live the rest of my life without loving, without someone to hold me."

"I'm sorry you had to feel that way," Larry said. "It must have been terrible."

"I don't have to worry about that any more, now," Joanne said, and once more tears of happiness began to flow down her cheeks.

"I don't want you to go back to Fran's place tonight," Larry said, holding her against him.

"I don't want to leave, ever again! This is my home now, wherever you are is my home!" Joanne said, clutching her lover fiercely. "I don't ever want to leave you!"

Larry pulled her face to his, their lips met, and their bodies pressed against each other. As the lovers kissed, it became apparent to both of them, that there still some exciting things that demanded their attention.

Larry rolled on his side and looked at his companion's lovely face, still flushed with the after-glow of passion.

"I want to make love some more!" Joanne exclaimed, surprising Larry with the degree of hunger in her voice. Her hand sought his softening cock. "I need more of this!"

"Uh...well...I...I'm not sure..." he cautioned. "I am, after all, human."

Larry's warning didn't slow Joanne down one bit. She wanted to make love, and she knew what it would take to have that happen. She slid down, bent over him, and took his limp, sticky column in her mouth.

The minute Joanne took his penis into her mouth, waves of joy began washing over Larry, starting him back up the mountain of delight.

Joanne's lips worked their magic on him and, soon, she had him as hard as he'd been before they started.

"Take me again, Larry!" Joanne cried. "This time, take me from the back!" She got to her knees on the bed next to Larry, positioning her dripping gash near his face, inviting him to take her once more.

Larry, surprised how aroused he was, got to his knees, moved behind her, gripped his swollen wand, and sank it once more into the glorious body he always seemed to need so desperately.

"Yessssssss!! Larry!! Oh, Larry!!" Joanne mewled. "Take meeeee!! Take meeeeeeeee!! That's it!! Take meeeee!!"

This time Larry, having already come twice, was able to take his time probing into the wondrous body of the woman kneeling in front of him. He watched his cock as it slid in and out of her, and saw her muscles ripple as rapture once again began to roil through her body.

While his cock rode easily in and out of Joanne, Larry leaned forward and clasped Joanne's breasts in his hands, letting the nipples protrude between his fingers. With the extra leverage the position afforded, he began moving with more force.

"Harder!! Yes, darling!! Do it harder!!" Joanne groaned. "Give it to me harder!!"

Larry was not about to refuse her request. He increased the force of his thrusts and heard the slapping sounds his thighs made as they slapped against Joanne's. Joanne forced her body back to meet his as he jabbed into her. "Nowwwwwwww!! Oh, Godddddddd, Larry!! Nowwwwwww!!" she cried, "Take meeeeeee!! Oh, God, Larry take mmmeeeeeeeeeee!! Nowwwwwwwww!! Nowwwwwwwww!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!

Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!" Once more, she exploded into paroxysms of ecstasy.

"Yeahhhhhhhh!! Yeahhhhhhhh!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!" Larry yelled. He, too, exploded, once more spouting into the rippling cavern that was engulfing and caressing him.

Spent, they collapsed onto the bed, Larry still atop the lush body of the woman he loved. Neither of them moved or spoke for quite a while.

Finally, Joanne extricated herself from under Larry and turned to face him. "Well!" she said, a bit breathless. "I guess you could say we did a satisfying job of celebrating our engagement, didn't we?"

"I guess!" Larry agreed.