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A Second Chance At Love

By: rgjohn



This is a story of love, lust and second chances. If you liked "That Summer", I think you will like this story as well. It starts off a little slow, but stay with it as it contains enough sex for even the most prurient of interests. If there is interest, I will write part two, expanding the characters and adding a few new players. Gary

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Chapter 1

Jim Lewis was finishing up his law degree at a large western university when his life changed for the better. He was 25 with rugged good looks; 6' 1" 190 pounds with brown hair and brown eyes and a two-inch scar across his chin from an errant lacrosse stick. He always said the scar gave him character. 

In spite of his chosen field, Jim was basically a shy and unassuming guy. His shyness made him uncomfortable around women and therefore he didn't date much. It wasn't for a lack of opportunity. In fact, women seemed to like his shyness and quiet nature. 

Sally was a pretty girl, 5' 5" with brown hair and blue eyes. She was an undergraduate, in her junior year, working on her degree in elementary education. Sally was passionate about her career choice and wanted to change the world, one child at a time if necessary. 

Jim and Sally met at a fraternity party when a mutual friend introduced them. 

Jim was immediately taken with Sally's beauty and intelligence. From the minute they were introduced, Jim knew that there was something special about Sally. He felt very comfortable around her with no need to impress. They were inseparable and dated for the rest of the school year. The day Jim graduated, he gave Sally a ring and asked her to marry him. He was in heaven when she said yes. 

A year later, they were a happily married couple, he a green lawyer in a large firm and she a student teacher at a small elementary school. Life was good for them both. They worked hard, struggling, like all young couples, to make ends meet. But these were good times; both had their causes and were passionate in their work. 

Sally and Jim's sex life was good if not spectacular. Jim was not very experienced sexually but wanted to try new and different things but Sally's upbringing would never allow her to really let go. Jim accepted Sally's reluctance and convinced himself that it didn't matter; he loved her with all his heart. 

Children were definitely in their plans. However, they had agreed that they would wait until they were established and had the things they needed to make a comfortable home. There was plenty of time to start a family. 

Jim was 34 and Sally 29 when they began to try to have children. Jim was established in his law firm and had a bright future. Sally was tenured in her elementary school. They had a pretty house with two acres of ground in a quiet neighborhood. It was a perfect time for them to start their family. 

Unfortunately life sometimes has a way of changing plans. They tried to get pregnant for a year before they went for help. Sally had a battery of tests and Jim went through the embarrassment of having his sperm count tested. Jim's results came back fine; Sally's were less encouraging. There was something suspicious in the test results that required further investigation. 

Sally went for another round of tests and waited a long week for the results. There is no way to describe the shock for both of them when the doctor said that Sally had cancer. As a result Sally would never be able to have children. Their immediate thoughts focused on the fact that Sally couldn't get pregnant and that they would never have the children they desperately wanted. They were feeling sorry for themselves, naively thinking that Sally could be treated for the cancer. That thought would haunt Jim for years.

After a long and torturous year of radiation and chemotherapy, Sally succumbed to her disease, leaving Jim a shocked and angry widower at 35 years old. 

Jim went into a dark shell, blocking out friends and family, refusing to show emotions or let anyone get close anymore. He threw himself into his work, working 16-hour days, becoming a highly skilled and aggressive attorney. He was rewarded richly and at 38 became the youngest full partner that his law firm had ever made. 

To the outside world, Jim was a bright successful attorney with everything going for him. However, inside he died with Sally. He hid his emotions, blocking out both joy and sadness, isolating himself in a world of darkness. He never dated, his job taking most of his time. The day that he made full partner should have been one of the greatest days of his life. Instead, he went home and drank himself into a drunken stupor, alone.

Chapter 2

It was going to be another 16-hour day for Jim, meetings, depositions and constant phone calls. 

Jim was hurrying down the hall when he turned the corner and ran directly into a girl carrying a stack of legal files. When they collided, the files went up into the air, scattering all over the floor. The young lady flew backwards, hitting hard on her rump. 

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jim said hurrying to help the girl from the floor. At first he didn't even notice her as he rushed to help pick up the paper scattered all over the place. He was squatting putting papers back in a folder when he looked up to see the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. 

Jenny was more concerned about getting the right papers back in the proper folder then she was the man that had knocked her down. When she looked up and saw Jim looking at her, she stopped for a moment. She knew who Jim was, she had seen him around the building but she had never really paid much attention to him. He was attractive but she was more interested in guys her own age. The rumor around the office was that he was a loner, maybe a little ruthless but an excellent attorney. She also knew that he had lost his wife several years before.

"I'm so sorry," Jim mumbled again as he gazed into those deep blue eyes. All of a sudden, he felt like a kid again. He felt his breath quicken and his palms begin to sweat. God, he had been in high-pressure trials where there were millions of dollars at stake and he had not broken into a sweat. Yet, one look at this young girl and he began to sweat. 

"I know, you said that," Jenny smiled back at him. 

"Are you all right?" Jim asked with concern. 

She held his gaze for a moment before bending to reach down and retrieve a paper in front of her. "Yes I'm fine," she answered not wanting to say that her butt hurt.

Jim's breath caught in his throat as his eyes wandered to the open top of her blouse. He could see all the way down to her braless breasts, swinging freely inside her top. The large stiff nipples looked like pencil erasers. Suddenly his face colored in embarrassment as Jenny looked up and caught his gaze. She smiled again and tried to take the papers that Jim held in his frozen hand. 

"Uh...well, uh...I guess I...uh, had better get to my meeting," Jim stammered like a nervous teenager.

"Yes you better, wouldn't want to keep your clients waiting," Jenny said, doing nothing to prevent Jim's eyes from quickly looking down her blouse one more time before they both stood. "Can I have my papers back please?" Jenny said, tugging on the papers.

Jim didn't realize that he was still holding the papers in his hand. "Oh God, yes, sorry, I didn't uh...well, I'm sorry," Jim said totally flustered. Feeling like a fool, he turned and hurried to his meeting. 

Jenny watched Jim walk away leaving his own stack of papers on the floor. She smiled and shook her head as she watched the big corporate attorney who had gotten flustered like a schoolboy. She thought it was sweet; too bad he was so much older. 

Jenny Bradford had worked for the company for just under a year. She was interning as a legal aid while she worked on her law degree. Jenny was 22, with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. She had slightly oversized breasts for her 5' 6" frame with a well-rounded ass. She thought her breasts were too big but she liked her rear. It was well proportioned and looked great in tight skirts or slacks. Guys seemed to like both and she knew it. Jenny felt that she was oversexed, wanting or needing sex just about every day. She was a sexually liberated woman, bright and articulate with just a bit of a temper. 

When Jim reached his meeting, he realized that he had forgotten his papers. However, he decided to go without them, afraid to face the young woman whose name he didn't even know. Yet, he sat through the long meeting thinking of nothing but her. Several times he had to ask his client to repeat their question. He was not earning his money today.

At 5:15 there was a knock on Jim's office door. He looked up and saw the girl from the hallway standing in his doorway.

"You forgot something Mr. Lewis," Jenny said with a smile and walked in with Jim's files.

"Oh yes, thank you, I was wondering where those files had gotten to," Jim lied.

"I'm Jenny Bradford, I work in the Legal Aid Department downstairs," Jenny said, walking boldly over to his desk and holding her hand out.

"Oh I'm sorry," Jim said, standing to take Jenny's hand. "I'm Jim Lewis," Jim said feeling flustered at the presents of this young woman.

"I know," Jenny smiled.

"Yes of course," Jim said remembering that she had just called him Mr. Lewis. 

"Won't you have a seat?" Jim said sitting back down and pointing to a chair in front of his desk. 

Jenny sat down, laying the files on the desk. As she sat back in the chair, she crossed her legs, giving Jim quite a view of her nylon-covered thigh. Jenny wore nylons because the company required it. She detested pantyhose so if she had to wear them, she would wear the thigh high type. She saw Jim's eyes quickly move to her thigh. 

Jim sat nervously behind his desk. He tried to avoid looking at the young woman's legs but it was impossible. His eyes were drawn to where her skirt pulled up, revealing the lacy tops of her thigh highs. It had been a long time since he felt this kind of stirring in his lower region. Yet, he knew he had to control himself; she was just a young girl, almost young enough to be his daughter. 

"Mr. Lewis?"

Jim heard his name and looked up into those eyes again. "Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized as his face colored. "It seems like I'm always saying that to you. Please, what did you say, I was thinking of a big case that I'm handling."

Right Jenny thought, a big case of something. "I said, you have a great view of the city from this office. Jenny stood up and walked over to the floor to ceiling window, gazing out onto the city shadowed by the setting sun.

"Yes, yes it is, I don't get a lot of time to enjoy it thought," Jim answered watching the pretty blond standing at the window looking out. God she was gorgeous Jim thought as he saw her bend forward slightly and look down at the street. Suddenly he realized that he could see through her thin summer dress. The setting sun was making it look like she was almost naked. He already knew that she didn't have a bra on but he couldn't see any panty line either. Jim felt his cock begin to harden in his pants. When she turned around, Jim felt his mouth go dry, as he looked at the outline of her body under her dress. 

"Well, I guess I had better get going, a hot date tonight," Jenny said and smiled sweetly.

"Yes, yes, thanks for bringing my files back miss...uh miss...I'm sorry I forgot your name?"

"Miss. Bradford, but you can call me Jenny."

"Thank you...uh...Jenny."

Jim's hands were shaking as he picked up the files, trying to get his mind back on his work.

Chapter 3

Jenny heard the doorbell and went to answer it. She stopped once at the hall mirror to check her appearance. She was wearing a tight white dress, cut low in the front and short on the thighs. All of her exposed body parts were a deep tan from lots of time in the sun. She wore just a hint of perfume and a gold and diamond tennis bracelet. Under her dress she was naked. No since wasting a lot of time with that tonight.

Jenny had plenty of boyfriends; most were good for one thing. However that was one thing she needed badly tonight. Her flirting with Jim Lewis today, surprisingly, had worked her up quite a bit. She could feel her pussy juice already dripping down her legs. 

"Hi, Rick," Jenny said to her date as she opened the door and saw him standing there smiling broadly.

Rick stepped into the room and wrapped his arms around Jenny. "Hey baby, you ready for me tonight?"

"More than ready lover but let's eat first," Jenny said and lifted up to kiss Rick's lips. 

"I'd rather eat you first," Rick responded. 

Jenny felt her pussy quiver when his tongue entered her mouth and his hands went to her soft ass cheeks. Her hips automatically pushed into Rich's groin. She could feel him getting hard already. That's what she loved about Rick; he could get a hard on at the drop of a hat and fuck for hours. However, Rick was no genius, he was a college jock that got by on a football scholarship. He was just what the doctor ordered for Jenny tonight.

Rick pulled Jenny's soft body into his as his tongue dueled with hers. He slowly pulled her dress up in back until he could get his hands on her bare ass. He heard her moan as his hands separated and kneaded her cheeks, his fingers working lower until he could feel the wet lips of her shaved pussy. God this woman was hot he thought. 

"Oh God," Jenny moaned as Rick walked her backward toward the sofa. "Dinner will get cold," Jenny said feebly.

Rick pushed Jenny down on the sofa and dropped to his knees pushing her legs up in the air. "My dinner is already here." His eyes were filled with lust as he gazed down on her already swollen pussy. He could see her sweet juice running from her tight little hole. 

"Oh Rick," Jenny said as she spread her legs wide and threw her head back on the sofa.

Rick began to kiss down Jenny's soft thighs, stopping occasionally to bite here and there. His tongue licked a wet path down one thigh and up the other, teasing his lover to distraction. 

"Oh God Rick, eat me baby," Jenny breathed and grabbed her lover's hair in an attempt to pull him to her drooling pussy. 

"Does my little Jenny want my mouth on her pussy?" Rick teased.

"Yes."

"Beg me baby, beg Rick to eat you," Rick said, knowing what Jenny liked.

"Please baby, please eat me, oh God I need that tongue," Jenny pleaded, pulling on her lover's head again. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned as Rick's tongue found her swollen pussy. Her hips pushed up into his face as his tongue went deep into her. "Yes, yes, eat my cunt baby, that's it, you are sooooo goood," Jenny slurred, her body already beginning to shake.

Rick sucked and licked Jenny's sloppy pussy, feeling her thighs squeeze his head.

"That's it, that's it, oh God I'm going to...to...yes oh I'm cummmmmiiinnngggg!!!" Jenny screamed as an intense climax swept through her body. Her eyes were closed tight as legs quivered in pleasure. All of the build up passion of the day was being drained into her lovers willing mouth. 

It normally took Jenny a bit longer to climax but tonight she was hotter then she could remember. As soon as she got home she had called Rick to see if he was available. Luckily she caught him, as he was just about ready to go out with the boys. She knew he would always cancel a night with the boys for her. She was so glad he was here now. 

Rick didn't let Jenny up until he had sucked her pussy to another climax, drinking his fill of her sweet juices. 

When Jenny finally pushed him away, he sat back on his hunches and smiled a "cat that just ate the canary" smile. Jenny smiled back, reaching down to pull him up to kiss her lips. She tasted her own pussy on his wet lips then used her tongue to lick his cheeks. She moaned when Rick reached up and pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulder, freeing her large breasts. 

Rick bent and began to suck one large nipple into his mouth, his hands reaching for the zipper of his pants.

"Dinner is getting...oh...oh God...cold baby," Jenny moaned as Rick sucked and bit her sensitive nipples. She could feel him working to get his hard dick out of his pants.

"I told you that I have my dinner. Dinner can wait," Rick said, his eyes filled with need as he pulled back and began to unbuckle his pants. He stood and let them drop and then pushed his underwear down, freeing his pulsing cock. 

Jenny gasped and forgot all about dinner as she saw the dripping cock throbbing between her lover's legs. "Oh God," she moaned as she looked at Rick's long cock with its swollen purple head, his large balls swing back and forth. She adored Rick's cock and the way he could use it to please her.

Rick knelt and placed his cock at the entrance of her more than ready pussy. He smiled as he rubbed the head over her swollen lips, still teasing her. He saw her clear pussy juice cover the head and hang in silvery strings between her lips and his cock.


"Please fuck me," Jenny moaned.

"All right but I thought you wanted dinner," Rick teased. He pushed his cock between the lips until about half the head was inside then quickly pulled out. He listened to Jenny's pleading moan, his own excitement growing beyond his own endurance.

Both lovers moaned as Rick slowly slid his cock into Jenny's overheated pussy. Inch by inch the hard shaft moved into the wet and willing cunt until Rick was buried deep within his lover. Within seconds, he was pounding his cock in and out of her, no longer able to hold back. 

Jenny's hips were pushing up as her hands reached over her head and grabbed the back of the sofa for leverage. Her teeth were pushed together, her face a mask of pleasure as her breath hissed out of her mouth. 

The room was quickly filed with moans and the slapping sounds of sex as the two lovers grunted in pleasure. 

"Oh baby, your pussy is sucking my cum right out of me," Rick moaned, his hips moving rapidly. 

"Good baby, cum, cum in my hot cunt," Jenny moaned, delirious with excitement. She was rapidly losing control herself.

"Here it comes baby, oh God, ahhhhhhh!!!" Rick said as his cock throbbed and began to pour his cum into Jenny's pussy. 

"Oh God, yes, cum baby cum in me, ohhhhh yesssss!!! Jenny screamed again and began her third climax of the night. Rick had only been in the house for thirty minutes.

Jenny and Rick finally ate their cold dinner an hour later. Rick stayed until he had fucked Jenny twice more before leaving her a very satisfied lady.

Chapter 4

Jim smiled when he saw Jenny walk into his office the following morning. She brought him another folder she said that she had missed yesterday. He was a lot more relaxed then he had been yesterday. He knew that he had been silly, acting like kid that had never been on a date before. Still when he asked her to sit down and got her a cup of coffee, he became nervous all over again. He could smell her perfume and almost feel an electrical charge in the room. He watched her cross her sexy legs once again, showing her tanned thighs. This time he resolved to keep his eyes on her face but it was a difficult challenge--did he look at her beautiful face or sexy legs? 

"So you are in your first year of law school?" Jim asked lamely.

"Yes, I want to eventually go into contract law, so I figured a job here would be a good place to start. They have been great about my hours. It seems like a nice place to work."

"I think it's a wonderful place to work. This is an excellent firm, you can learn a lot here."

"I know and I have been told that you are one of the best," Jenny said sincerely.

Jim's face flushed red. "Well, I have been doing it for a long time."

"Would you mind if I stopped by sometime and asked you some questions?" Jenny said and then added, "If it doesn't bother you."


A Second Chance At Love



Love. They say it’s the greatest thing of all. All you need is love. Love will conquer everything. Don’t hurry love. She loves you yeah yeah yeah. I say that’s a load of bullshit.

Ten years. Ten years of my life I had given her. All through my 20’s I had been a sucker for her. Then at 30 she had to get some mid-life crisis and fuck some other guy. Of course it had to be the mailman too. The mailman always rings twice, right? Well, when it came to my wife, he seemed to have made an exception. He rang more than twice. In fact he rang every time I left the building. Well, this was the last time. Elvis has left the building. For good.

The last divorce papers were to be signed today. It was about time. I couldn’t wait to erase her out of my life. Everything that reminded me of her. Don’t ask me why, but that’s what us guys do. When we get hurt we make a conscious effort to forget. By erasing every trace of the woman who stole our heart, and then broke it, we do whatever it takes to forget her. Forget the pain she has caused. The signature on the divorce papers is the final sign.

It was Friday afternoon. Fall had arrived and the colours on the trees were shifting in red, orange and yellow. The sky was clear, just a few white puffy clouds lingering. It was a beautiful fall day. It would have been even more beautiful if I had still been married. 

As I entered the hotel lobby where we were to meet her, we being my lawyer Thomas Slater and I, it didn’t take long before I saw her. I recognised her right away even though she was sitting with her back to me. Her platinum blonde hair fell over her softly curved shoulders. She had tucked the hair behind her ears, and I could see she was wearing the gold earrings I gave her. The ones I gave her on our first anniversary. At that moment I just wanted to rip them out and take them back.

“Now, just follow me and try not to do or say anything stupid,” Thomas told me, while walking up to her. 

“What would I say?” I replied. “That she has ripped out my heart and made some victory dance on it? That I should have seen it coming, after all, there must have been signs. I was just too bloody blind not to have noticed them.”

“See, that’s what I mean by not saying something stupid,” Thomas lectured me. “We’re not here to tell her what a bitch she is, we’re here to write her out of your life Steve. For good. After today you don’t have to ever see her again.”

I loved Thomas. Not only was he one heck of a lawyer, but he was also my best friend. He was on my side, both professionally as well as personally. I had to buy him a pint later on. 

We were standing in front of her now. With her she had her lawyer, Derrick James. Tosser, I though. Wanker. Arsehole. How could he be on her side when he knew perfectly well what she had done? 

“Steve,” she said and stood up, holding her hand out. I didn’t take it. 

“Janet.” I stared blankly at her. And I still refused to take her outstretched hand. Somewhere to my right I could hear Thomas giving up a discreet cough.

“Shall we begin?” he said, and sat down in one of the hotel’s plush sofa chairs. I was still standing up. He tugged at my shirt and I finally sat down.

“Ok, we’ve already gone through this before Mr James,” Thomas said. “Your client just has to sign the final papers, and everything will be over and done with.” He reached for a pen inside his breast pocked and handed it over to Janet.

“Thanks, Thomas,” she said with a faint smile. He didn’t smile back. As I said before, he was on my side. 

Janet looked at her lawyer with a questioning look. He gave a small nod, and she put the Mont Blanc pen to the paper. I could hear the sound of the paper moving underneath her writing. As I saw the ink flow out of the cartridge I watched her sign the dotted line. I never did understand why they refer to it as “the dotted line”, when it actually is a straight line. Not dotted at all.

As Janet signed her name, a flush of familiarity washed over me. I had seen her write her name thousands of times before. But the time I remembered the clearest was when she had signed the wedding wows. That had been six years ago.

We were fresh out of university. Had been together since the first year. Some found it strange we wanted to “throw away our Uni days on one partner”, while others envied us for having found that special someone so soon. We lasted throughout Uni. We got married right after. Now we were getting divorced six years since giving the “till death do us part” vows. Marriage. Kiss. My. Ass. 

“Steve, I never wanted it to end this way,” she suddenly said in a low voice. 

I looked at her. Saw her slightly bowed head, but when she looked up at me, done with signing that dotted line, there was something in her eyes. Those big bright blue eyes. The same eyes I had drowned in during our first date. Eyes from where a tear of happiness had rolled down her cheek during the wedding ceremony. Now they expressed only one thing; pity. And then something snapped inside me.

“If you had not wanted it to end this way, then perhaps you shouldn’t have started screwing the mailman,” I said heatedly. 

“Steve!” she looked at me with an almost shocked expression. As if hearing what she had done out loud made it sound worse than it really was. Perhaps it did. If that were the case, I would keep repeating it for as long as I should live.

“That’s the truth, though!” I said. “So, when did you decide I was too boring? When did you decide to shag the first person you could think of? I mean, for God’s sake! The mailman?? That’s so fucking cliché!” 

I was really getting into this. I wanted to tell her exactly how I felt. I wanted to explain to her how much she had hurt me. How much I hated her. How much I still loved her. 

Janet just looked at me with blank eyes. Whatever amount of pity she had for me seemed to disappear within seconds. She grabbed her small purse, another gift from me, and stood up. 

“Here,” she said, and tossed me the pen. “Sign it and let’s get this over with.”

I caught the pen in the air and put it to the paper. Stephen Henderson. There it was. I had signed away the past ten years of my life. The woman I had loved, and still loved, was gone. I should be happy, but signing that dotted line made it worse. Far worse. Because suddenly it meant I was alone. Nobody to talk to after a hard day’s work. Nobody there to snuggle up with. No naked body lying beside me at night. No more making love to the woman of my dreams. I was alone. 

“Thank you Mr Henderson,” Derrick James said in a formal tone. “We’ll mail you the copies later on. Good bye”. And then they left the hotel. She didn’t even look back at me. Not even a single glance. I was alone. It was finally over. And with silent deprivation I realised I was in the rat race again. I was single once more.

#

Being single really isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. According to all the magazines, you’re supposed to be happy about your new-won freedom. No more nagging to do the dishes, nobody telling you to change channel because she’s tired of watching football, and nobody asking you if she “looks fat in this”. 

Single life was supposed to be a blast. Doing what you wanted, with whom you wanted. Drunken nights out with the lads, picking up girls you couldn’t even look at before. Even the rebound shags were legitimate. 

Well, apparently I wasn’t cut out for single life.

“You need to get out more,” Thomas kept telling me. “Come on! Let’s go to some club. We’ll dance, grope some 20-year-old’s ass, and then get slapped in the face. What do you say?”

I didn’t say very much. In fact, I hadn’t said much the past month. 

“For Christ’s sake!” Thomas said, finally losing his patience with me. “You’ve been like a bloody zombie ever since the divorce! I thought that’s what you wanted? A quick pain-free divorce.”

“It’s never pain-free,” I said. “A divorce can never be pain-free.”

Thomas sighed and opened another can of beer. He handed me one.

“Look, Steve,” he said. “I know it’s not easy. After all, you were together for ten years.”

“She was my first serious relationship. My first love.”

He put the can to his lips and took a sip. “Yes, your first love. But not the last.”

“How would you know?”

“Because that’s how things work. You fall in love. You get your heart broken. You fall in love again.” 

“But why?” I asked him. “Why does it have to be like that?”

“Because life’s not a fairytale, Steve. It’s about loss.” He looked at me with sad eyes. There was no pity in them, only genuine sadness for my sake and concern.

“You have to get on with your life,” Thomas told me. “You have to live it the way you lived before you met Janet.”

I held the beer can in my hand and jiggled it about. 

“How can I live my life the way it was before I met her?” I asked him. “How can I do that, when I can’t even remember what it was like not having her in my life?”

#

“Don’t worry about it, dear”, my mom said. “You’ll meet someone new.”

Taking the red and white chequered cloth I began to dry the dishes.

“Mum, I don’t want to meet someone new.”

“Of course you do, dear”, mum said reassuringly. “You’ll meet someone. And she’ll be nice.”

“Can you hand me those glasses, please?”

There was a clinking sound of glass hitting glass.

“Thanks.”

“You just need to meet the right person,” she continued. I wasn’t sure if she was saying all these things only to make me feel better, or if she really believed I still had a chance at love.

“Mum, I appreciate this, but there is no other ‘right person’”, I said.

“Of course there is!” Mum stopped scrubbing the dirty plate, foam soaking her hands and wrists. “Stephen Henderson!”

I was taken aback by the edge in her voice.

“Sometimes things don’t always work out the way we want them to, but you can’t just give up,” mum lectured. “You have to get a grip and lead your life the way it should be lead. With a future. Your future.”

Then her face softened. “I know you loved Janet, dear, but trust me on this one; there will be others. They may not be perfect, but neither was Janet. You just have to find the one person you click with.”

There was no point in arguing with her. My mum. She had loved Janet almost more than me. How many times had they not sat on the front porch, a glass of lemonade in their hand, and giggled like sisters. It was as if their bond had been that of blood instead of marriage. I knew mum missed Janet too, but she was my mum. When hearing about the reason for our divorce she had stood by my side - her only son. The only family she had left since my dad had died last year in cancer.

“I love you mum,” I said and tenderly kissed her forehead.

My 60-year-old mother looked up at me, eyes reflecting my own feelings about the break-up. “It’s a shame,” they said. “Such a shame.” And I couldn’t agree with her more.

#

Dating. 

It had gone two months since the divorce and we were heading for winter. The temperature had fallen, and in the mornings there were at times even a thin layer of frost clinging to the grass straws. 

For some reason Thomas had decided it was time for me to start dating again. I had overcome my maniacally depressing state after the divorce, and for Thomas that had to be celebrated by a lad’s night out. To him this meant booze and women. Not necessarily together, but it helped. And that’s how we ended up at a strip joint down in Soho.

“You have to start dating again,” Thomas said in his toxic state while ogling the cute blonde waitress passing us. 

“Why?” I asked, motioning for the waitress to give me another bottle of beer.

“Because you have to get back into the game,” he answered. “Wow, check that bird out!” Thomas was admiring a petite redhead swinging herself around a pole on the stage. Wearing high stiletto heels, white stockings, bra and garter belt, I was amazed she even managed to walk, nevertheless dance.

“I don’t get why everyone wants me to date,” I frowned.

Thomas kept his eyes on the redhead while swinging a last sip from his brown beer bottle.

“Man, you can’t live without a woman the rest of your life.”

“Who says I can’t?” I questioned him. 

The blonde waitress arrived with my beer and put it on the table. Her pushed-up tits almost spilling over the generously cut uniform top she was wearing. 

“Thanks,” Thomas said and gave her a wink. “Hey, what’s your name cutie?”

“Brenda.”

“That’s a pretty name,” Thomas said. “Now, Brenda...”

“Yes?”

“Do you believe a man can live without a woman the rest of his life?” Thomas slurred slightly. Apparently the alcohol was finally getting to him. 

Brenda placed one hand on her hip, putting her weight on her left leg, and gave a soft giggle. 

“No man can be without a woman the rest of his life!”

“See!” Thomas said triumphantly. “Now Brenda, don’t you find Stephen attractive?”

Another giggle and she looked at me with her deep green eyes. “Yes, he’s attractive...”

“Don’t you think Steve should be dating?” Thomas continued.

“Oh, definitely!” Brenda said, a hint of a smile gracing her lips. “You’re not dating?” she said and turned to me.

“No, I’m recently divorced.”

Her thin lips parted, forming a small “o”, and with genuine concern in her voice, she said:

“I’m so sorry about that. Breaking up is never easy and a divorce must be so awful.”

“Well, you live, you learn.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Brenda,” Thomas interjected. “How would you like to go on a date with Stephen?”

“On a date?” She looked between the both of us, not knowing what to answer. “I’m... I’m not sure about that.”

“Why not?” Thomas persisted. “You find him attractive, and I’m sure he thinks the same about you, don’t you Steve?”

“Uh, yeah, sure...I mean...” Bloody idiot, he was setting us both up and we walked straight into it. 

“Then it’s settled!” Thomas clapped his hands loudly and grinned widely. “This is his business card, give him a call when you’re available.” Thomas handed Brenda a white embossed card. She took it, looked at it and tucked it inside her bra.

“Take care guys, and have a great time here!” she said before sauntering off to the next table.

Thomas chuckled and opened his sixth bottle of beer for the night. 

“So, seems like you got yourself a date, eh?” he said.

“I’ll get you for this later, you know that, don’t you?” I said and downed my beer.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Thomas said, waving away my comment. His attention went back to the stage and a leggy African woman in a PVC catsuit.

#

The date.

Brenda actually called me. I wasn’t sure if she would or not. Not that I would have minded not having to meet up with her, but somehow it felt surprisingly nice to hear from her. We decided to meet up a week later at a small Italian restaurant down on Clerkenwell Street. It wasn’t the biggest place around, but it was small and intimate. The woman was native Italian and had a heavy accent.

“What do you want?” she asked while stealing quick glances at a small TV in the left side corner. Some football match was on. We could hear the low volume of the commentator’s voice. 

“We’d like to have the lasagne and the house wine,” I ordered. 

“Good choice!” The Italian woman smiled at us. “Dessert’s included, tip isn’t. I’ll be right back with the wine.” And then she disappeared into the kitchen.

“This is a cosy place,” Brenda said. She was right; the restaurant was small and intimate. We were sitting by the window and perfect view of the road outside. We could watch people passing by, and they could look at us. 

If anyone would look into that window he would see a man dressed in a newly ironed grey suit. A suit he hadn’t worn since the day his divorce papers were signed. Somehow it had seemed appropriate to wear it for this date. The first one I had been on since I was 20. 

“Brenda,” I said hesitantly. “With the risk of sounding like a total twat, what is the single world like nowadays?”

She looked at me, her catlike eyes reflecting the candle on the table. She smiled.

“Ever seen the show ‘Sex and the City’?”

Couldn’t say I had, but I had caught the odd views while zapping through channels.

“Well, not really,” I said. “But, isn’t that show a bit overdone? I mean, are women really like that today?”

Brenda burst our laughing. “Not all women, silly! But yes, there is some resemblance.” She took a sip of the wine and leaned closer to me, as if telling me a secret.

“We’re told by the media to be Miranda - intelligent, assertive, independent and goal oriented, yet sexy. We want to be Samantha, because she’s sex on legs, has a glamorous career, confident and has no inhibitions whatsoever when it comes to sex. She wants it - she takes it. Then she leaves. She plays the field like a man, and she’s proud of it.”

I listen intently, finding Brenda’s take on a few TV characters strangely fascinating. 

“Now, men believes women are like Charlotte, all sweet, innocent and romantic. Many men will be attracted to Charlotte, but as soon as you’re in the bedchamber, it’s Samantha they want. The classic Madonna and Whore scenario!”

The food arrived. I looked down at my lasagne, breathing in the aroma of oregano.

“Mmm, the food looks delicious,” I said, sticking my fork into the hot layers of pasta and meat sauce. “Ok, so we’ve established who the media wants you to be, who you want to be, and how men believe women are. Now to the real question; who are you?”

Brenda smiled once more. “We’re Carrie. We’re independent, smart and believe in ourselves. Our world doesn’t stop because there may not be a man in our life, but at the same time we long for someone to share life’s up and down’s with.”

I nodded and took a sip of my wine.

“And the sex then?” I asked, trying to hide my curiosity. “What about the sex?”

“The screwing around and dating is just a way to pass time. To weed out the Wrong’s from the Right’s.” She smiled. “We may screw around like men, but at the end of the day we all - both men and women - want to go home and snuggle up to that special someone.”

“Doesn’t it get boring though?” I asked. “The screwing around?”

Brenda gave up a small giggle. “How long were you married?”

“Six years, but we had been together for ten.”

“Ten years,” she said. “And now you’re, what? Thirty-one?”

“Actually I’m thirty.”

“Was she your first love?”

“Yes.” I refilled my glass and took a big gulp. “Yes she was. We met at university.”

“Did you have any girlfriends before her?” Brenda asked.

“Not really, well, not any serious ones,” I said.

“Did you have sex before you met your wife?”

“Well, eh, no...” My hand automatically flew to my tie, pulling at the knot. Why did it suddenly feel so tight?

“So, you lost your virginity to your wife, and haven’t been with anyone else, is that correct?”

“Errr, yes...” I was really starting to feel uncomfortable now. How in the world did the conversation end up here?

“Then how do you know the dating scene isn’t your thing?” Brenda asked.

“Hey, I never said it wasn’t my thing,” I protested. “I just wondered if it doesn’t get boring – the weeding out.”

Brenda took held out her glass towards me. I poured more wine. Her eyes were twinkling at me from underneath her long fringe. 

“Depends on who you’re spending the night with…”

#

Being the true gentleman, I followed Brenda home. She lived in Camden town, on top of a noisy pub. 

“Let me check if my flatmate is around,” she said.

“You have a flatmate?”

“Of course I have!” she said, giving up a bubbly laugh. “Actually I have two, we all work at the club. How do you think I’d be able to afford the rent in London if I didn’t have flatmates?”

She did have a point. I was so used to my little house in Twickenham. During my studies I had lived in the halls, but thanks to Janet’s dad we got a good deal on a house early on. When the divorce proceedings were drawn up I at first thought Janet would fight for the house, but surprisingly she didn’t. Apparently she didn’t want anything that reminded me of her, and the house where we had spent our married life was now mine. 




A Second Chance At Love



In a way I wished she had taken the house. There were too many ghosts in it, and the thought of her having wild consensual sex with the mailman in our marital bed had driven me nuts the first weeks. In fact I had thrown out all our sheets and bought new ones. At this point it was just a house though. A place to stay. Roof over my head. It didn’t feel like a much of a home anymore. At times I wondered if it ever would.

“Coast is clear,” Brenda said and held up the door. I walked in and found myself standing in a narrow hallway. 

“This way,” Brenda waved and like a lost puppy I followed her. We passed the door to the pub. The noise was loud and pint glasses were making the rounds. I followed her up an even more narrow flight of stairs. The wallpaper was orange-brownish and peeling off here at the corners. A few pictures hung on the walls. A few were taken within the pub, others were regular posters that had been framed.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Brenda smiled. I entered the flat and looked around. It wasn’t big, but I hadn’t expected it to be. At the top of the stairs was a long mirror. In front of it a small table with a telephone on. To the left was the kitchen, a pile of dirty dishes were left in the sink. Straight ahead was the sitting room and to the right a bedroom. 

“My flatmates live on the next floor,” Brenda said, and pointed up another flight of stairs. 

“This,” she went into the bedroom to the right, “is my room.” 

“It’s…nice,” I said. The ceiling was high and there was only a double bed and tiny bedside table. The shape was rectangular and at the back of the room was a window overlooking the backside. 

“Please, sit down.”

Looking around for a chair, and finding none, I opted for the bed. The bedsprings squeaked under my weight. 

“So, have you lived here long?” I asked her.

“Since I started to work at the club,” she answered. “Before that I lived with an old lady, but we didn’t get along very well. She wasn’t keen on me coming home late at nights, so I moved.”

“Oh, ok.” The sound of people singing rose through the floor. “Doesn’t the noise bother you?”

“You get used to it,” Brenda laughed. “Besides, the pub closes at 11:30pm anyway. After that there aren’t as many people down there.”

I looked at my watch. It was past midnight and I wanted to get home.

“It’s late. I should probably head back home.”

Brenda pouted her lips. “Already? I hoped you would stay for a bit…”

“I promised I’d get you home safely and I’ve already missed the tube. Will have to take a taxi and I’d rather do it before all the pub people catch them before I do.” I took a few steps in the direction of the stairs, but Brenda stopped me.

“I’ve had a very nice time Brenda,” I said and gave her a quick hug and peck on the cheek. 

“Why the rush?” she said, pressing herself against me. I could feel her soft globes against my chest.

“Well, like I said,” I stammered. “It’s late…”

“You’ve already missed the tube and you can take a taxi anytime,” Brenda said and looked seductively at me. Once again her hair was falling over her eyes. She looked up at me.

“C’mon. Stay. With me.”

I was beginning to feel hot again. 

“Brenda, I’m not sure…”

“Why not?” Before I knew it, Brenda was standing on her toes and kissing me. 

“Mmm, that was nice,” she murmured. “Stay. Let us find out if I’m Miss Right or Wrong.”

“Brenda, I’m flattered, but this is our first date…”

My excuses were of no use. She just laughed them off.

“A true gentleman, I like that.” She smiled. “But I’d rather you let out that bad boy side for a few hours.” She dragged me back into the room and with a bang the door closed behind me.

#

It was strange being with someone new. Brenda had the body of a dancer; toned, agile, flexible and she seemed totally confident. I admired that. For me things were different. Although I was pretty fit I couldn’t exactly boast to be the best looking bloke. There were far too many better-looking ones around. The fact that I had been giving up exercising, taken up smoking and consumed more beer than normal since the divorce didn’t help. It was as if every good habit I used to have had evaporated after the divorce. 

“Relax,” I heard Brenda say soothingly. She had taken off my blazer and hung it on a hook by the door.

“Just go with the flow,” she said. Go with the flow. I could do that. At least I hoped so. By now she was standing in front of me. Slowly she let her pink waist-length cardigan glide off her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a tight low-cut top. Her cleavage looking every bit as enticing as the night I had met her. 

“You look awfully uptight. Sit down on the bed and I’ll give you a shoulder massage.”

I silently obliged, once again sitting down on the squeaky bed. This time the springs were even louder. I turned my back to Brenda and she began to massage my shoulders.

“See, it’s not that bad, is it?” she gave a soft giggle.

I could feel her fingers digging into the front of my shoulder, pressing into the skin. Her thumbs were working the back of the shoulders. Alternating the pressure and working her fingers in round patterns. I could feel my body starting to relax. 

“Mmm, that’s quite nice actually,” I murmured and closed my eyes. 

“I’m good with my hands,” came her reply in a husky voice.

It all happened so fast, for a brief second I could feel her hot breath on my neck, the next her tongue was burying itself into the crevice behind my ear. At the same time her left hand found its way in-between the shirt buttons and under the blue cotton fabric. I could feel her fingertips grazing past my nipple. My eyes flew open.

“I love the way you smell,” Brenda whispered into my ear, breathing in wisps of bergamot and sandalwood. Her tongue was still tickling behind my ear, causing ripples of lust to spread along my neck. 

She had unbuttoned my shirt. I can’t remember how she did it, but somehow she had managed to unbutton it all the way down. Her hand was now caressing my naked chest, moving it all over my torso. Once again her hand grazed my nipples, sending another intense pulse straight down to my groin. I could feel my nipples hardening. Attentive as she was, Brenda quickly began to massage my nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips. 

It had been a while since I had sex. After finding out Janet was cheating on me I had moved in with Thomas temporarily. Looking back, I did find it strange Janet had continued our married life as if nothing was going on up until then. Our sex life had been the same. No change in frequency and she had been as eager as usual. I would never have guessed she was cheating on me if it hadn’t been for walking in on them one afternoon. The fact that she had pretended like nothing was going on, being able to screw both of us, made the betrayal hurt even more. 

But now Janet was out of my life. And Brenda was in it. Brenda was here. The more I thought about it, the more it all made sense to me. Brenda was here. Janet wasn’t. Therefore I should go along with this. Why was I hesitating? Did I still love Janet? 

“Am I turning you on?” Brenda asked somewhere in the distance. I was vaguely aware of her running a hand along my thighs. Suddenly I could feel her hand tracing the contours of my erect member. I shook away the thoughts of Janet and looked down. I was hard. Very hard. Obviously my body didn’t have any qualms about sleeping with Brenda, so why should I have?

“Screw it,” I said to myself.

“What did you say, babe?” Brenda asked.

I turned my head and met her hot and eager lips. My hand clasped her wrist, holding it in a firm grip before moving it to my hard dick. I could feel her grasping it through the fabric.

“Screw me.”

She looked at me with a devilish grin. “As you wish…”

To be continued… 

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A Second Chance at Love



Chapter One

It was a warm rainy summer morning. Drake Ambrosia was having coffee and talking to some friend about the up coming high school and college football games at the local McDonalds when Serena Martins walked in. She didn't see him as she walked up to the counter to place her order. The only thing that's changed about her is her hair. She use to keep it cut short now she's let it grow until it hangs to the middle of her back. Drake thought as he looked at her.

As he watched her he was nudged by a guy sitting beside him named Clint Douglas. "What's up?" Drake asked when he looked at hm.

"Do you know that woman standing at the counter?" he asked

"Yeah but it's been a while since I've seen her, though" Drake answered.

"Who do you like WVU or Marshall, Drake?" he asked.

"I like them both but I like WVU the best, though" he answered.

"I graduated from Marshall so I like them better than any other college football teams around" He said.

"I have a relative who graduated from WVU and one who graduated from Marshall," Drake said.

"What do you do when WVU plays Marshall?" he asked.

"I pray for a tie," he answered, causing him and everyone else to laugh.

"Long time no see, Drake," a female voice said.

When he turned to see who was talking to him he saw the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen looking back at him.

"it's been a while, Serena," Drake said. Have a seat. How have you been, Serena?" Drake asked.

"I've been good, and you?" she asked.

"I've been good also" he answered. What brings you back to West Virginia?" Drake asked as he looked at her.

"This is going to sound like a lame ass pick up line, but I came back looking for you," she answered.

"Why are you looking for me?" he asked.

"Can we talk in private?" she asked.

"there's some booth in the back we can talk in one of them if you want to" Drake answered.

"one of the booths in the back will be fine," she said.

"Want some more coffee, Drake?" Clint asked.

"Yeah, thanks. Three creams and one Splenda," Drake answered.

Clint nodded as he got up to get his and Drake's coffee. After a few minutes Clint came back with the coffees. "Three creams, one Splenda," he said as he handed the cup to Drake.

"Serena, this is Clint Douglas" Drake said.

"It's nice to meet you," Clint said.

"It's nice to meet you also, Clint." Serena said as she and Drake got up and headed back to the booths in the back.

When they sat down, Drake looked at Serena. "Why are you looking for me?" he asked.

"I wanted to say I was sorry for the way I acted back in high school, when I thought you were cheating on me." She answered.

"That was a long time ago, Serena" Drake said

"I know." she said.

"What's the real reason you came back, Serena?" Drake asked.

"I'm still in love with you, and I came back hoping that you were single and would want to see if we could rekindle the flame we had back in high school," Serena answered.

"I'm single and I still love you, also," Drake said, causing her to give him a dazzling smile.

"I was so stupid for thinking that you'd cheat on me," she said.

"Your sister was a good liar" Drake said.

"She still is a good liar, maybe even a better liar now," Serena said, causing Drake to chuckle. "She had me convinced that you were cheating on me with her that I wanted to call you that night and cuss you out then break up with you," she said.

"You didn't cuss me, but you did break up with me," Drake said.

"You tried to tell me that she was trying to break us up so she could date you but I wouldn't listen. It wasn't until you began to date my sister Candy that I realized the mistake I made by believing her shit. When we got home I beat the shit out of her for costing me the only man who was right for me," Serena said.

"She told me that was jumped by several girls, and they gave her a beating. When I asked her why they gave her a beating she wouldn't tell me," Drake said.

"I gave her the beating, I told her that she ever hurt you I'd beat her again, only worse," Serena said.

"How long have you had long hair?" Drake asked as he reached over and stroked her hair causing her to softly moan.

"I grew it long after I left here and moved to L.A, California I was a bleached beach blonde for a while also, once I decided to come back I left my hair long but I went back to my natural light auburn color,

she answered. Do you think we can get back what I threw away?" Serena asked.

"I don't know if I want try Serena," Drake answered.

"I knew it was a mistake trying to find you but I had to see if we could get back together," she said then she got up and started to leave.

"Can we start out being friends and go from there?" Drake asked as Serena went up to the front she sat down beside Clint and began talking to him. Fuck it, Drake thought as he got up and tossed his cup into the trash. He went out the back door and got into his truck and left. Who does she think she is coming back here after all these years and expecting me to act like things haven't changed Drake thought. As he drove to the mall his cell phone rang. He pulled off the road and answered it "yeah" he said.

"Where did you go, Drake?" Clint asked.

"I'm on my way to the mall" Drake answered.

"Your friend Serena asked me to call you, Drake," Clint said.

"It's cool, man" Drake said.

"She wants to talk to you," Clint said.

"Put her on," Drake said.

"Hey," Serena said.

"Hey," Drake said.

"I acted like a bitch, didn't I?" she asked.

"Yeah," Drake answered.

"I wish we could talk some more, but not at the fast food place," Serena said.

"Where are you staying?" Drake asked.

"I'm at the local motel room 35," she answered.

"All right," Drake said.

"After I've finished talking to you I'm heading back there," Serena said.

"Alright," Drake said.

"Are you coming to the motel?" she asked.

"I doubt it," Drake answered.

"I guess I blew any chance of being your friend or love," she said.

"I don't know Serena I need time to think about it," he said.

"okay, Drake , I've moved back for good so you can take your time and think," she said.

"Thanks , Serena," Serena said.

"Yeah," she said, then she hung up.

Drake sat there for a few minutes. Damn it, I wish I didn't love her so much, he thought, then he pulled back onto the road and headed back the way he came. After a short while he pulled in front of her hotel room and got out of his truck. Drake was about to know on the door when it opened, and Serena was standing there where a light pink rode. Her hair was wet like she in the rain.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked.

"no I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard something. I looked out and saw you getting out of your truck," she answered. She stepped out of the way so Drake could come in. "Sorry for the mess" she said after she had shut the door.

Drake looked at Serena, then he take's her into his arms and began to kiss her passionately as he stroke's her wet hair.

"Wow that's what I call a great way to say hello," Serena said causing Drake to grin as he continued to stroke her wet hair.

" I don't know what will happen but I'm willing to see if there's anything left of the flame we had thirty years ago," Drake said, Causing Serena to smile as she hugged him tighter. "Do you like to shop?" Drake asked.

"Hell yeah, babe, I was born to shop," she answered.

After a few minutes Serena removed her robe. "What do you think?" she asked then she slowly turned around so Drake could see all of her naked body.

"You're still as sexy as you were thirty years ago," he answered.

"When did you start shaving?" Drake asked when he saw her hairless pussy.

"I started shaving after I grew my hair long and had it bleached. My female roommate showed me how to shave it," Serena answered.

"I love it," Drake said. As Serena stood there Drake reached down and slowly rubbed his fingers over her pussy, Causing her to moan. "Are you still wet from your shower?" he asked as he continued to rub her pussy.

"I started getting wet when I saw you at McDonalds earlier," "she answered. When we get back from shopping would you give me a workout?" she asked.

"We'll see," Drake answered, then he kissed her passionately again.

"I still remember the first time you fingered my pussy I was so sore from Cumming so much that it was all I could do to keep from screaming when I washed it during my shower" Serena said.

"You wanted more than that but you agreed to let me finger you repeatedly" Drake said. Serena smiled as she rubbed her hand over his bulge in the front of his pants causing Drake to groan.

"Keep that up and we may not make it to the mall" Drake said.

Serena rubbed his bulge for a while longer then she looked at him.

"I know what you want darling" Drake said then he pushed Serena onto the bed.

Drake began to rub her pussy harder causing Serena to moan loudly.

After a few minutes Drake shove's his finger deep inside her wet pussy and begins to slowly finger it Causing Serena to moan louder as she rolls her head from side to side.

After her pussy was so wet that it was almost dripping, Drake shoved his face against it and began to eat it as Serena rolled her head from side to side faster and moaned louder.

After a while Serena shoved Drake's face tighter against her pussy and moaned as loud as she could as she began to cum.

Drake licked and sucked on her pussy getting ever drop of her juices.

"that's was perfect I've missed the way you could make me cum harder than anyone ever could" Serena said as she laid there panting.

Drake kissed her messy pussy several times then he laid beside Serena.

You're going to have to wash my hair again" she said.

Drake ran his fingers through her damp hair. "Your hair isn't dirty" he said. 

Serena reached between her leg and rubbed her hand over her pussy then she rubbed her hand through her hair. "It's dirty now" she said then she grinned.

Drake kissed Serena several times then they got up and went into the bathroom where he turned the water on and adjusted the temperature so the water was just right.

Serena leaned over the sink. Drake put all of her hair into it then he began to wet it.

After her hair was wet Drake poured some shampoo over her head then he began to wash her hair as he placed his knee between her legs and began to rub it against her pussy causing her to moan.

As Drake washed her hair he rubbed his knees against her pussy hard causing her to moan louder.

"when Serena was ready to cum she gripped the edges of the sink as she began to tremble.

"Oh fuck" she moaned as she began to cum hard.

Drake rubbed her pussy harder as Serena Cummed harder.

He washed her hair for a few more minutes then he rinsed the lather from it.

After Drake squeezed the water from Serena's hair he wrap's a towel around her head and she raises back up.

"I'd forgotten just how you are at making me cum" Serena said as Drake wetted a washcloth lathered it up then he began to wash her very messy pussy causing Serena to moan again.

After he washed rinsed and dried her pussy they went out into the bedroom "there's a can of mousse on the vanity in the bathroom" Serena said as she pulled out a chair that was under the desk and sat down.

"Drake went back into the bathroom and got the can of mousse. "It's light-holding mousse" Drake said as he read the can.

Yep it's all I ever use on my hair. I love for my hair to have movement when I move my head," she said.

Drake came out of the bathroom and sat the can of mousse on the desk then he unwrapped the towel from around Serena's head then he lightly toweled her hair. Drake combed her hair then he squirted a golf ball size glob of Mousse into the palm of his hand. As Drake worked the mousse though her damp hair Serena began to lightly rub her pussy. "What's wrong did I make you sore?" Drake asked.

"No I got horny again when you began to mousse my hair" Serena answered as she continued to rub her pussy.

"Maybe when we get back I can give you a good workout to get rid of your horniness" Drake said as he picked up the comb and began to comb her hair.

"this is the first time you've ever taken care of my hair" Serena said. "I wanted to when were together but you wouldn't let me" Drake said.

"I know Candy told me how you to wash her hair ever night and how horny she'd get while you washed it" Serena said.

"yeah but she and I never had what you'd call sex, I fingered her pussy and she'd jack me off that was it," Drake said.

"She told me that she wanted you to screw her pussy until it was sore and raw but you wouldn't do it" Serena said.

"there was only one girl who'd I screw silly but she hated me" Drake said.

"I think you're meaning me?" she asked. "yep I would have screwed you until your pussy turned wrong side out if you would have let me" Drake answered then he kissed the top of her head.

"Even though I was pissed at you I still loved you so much, that's why I gave Candy the beating her bull shit made me so pissed at you that I broke up with you" Serena said.

Serena leaned her head back so she was looking up at Drake and he kissed her deeply as he rubbed her breasts.

Drake picked up the blow dryer and began to dry Serena's hair as he used his fingers as a comb after a few minutes Drake began to scrunch her hair to give it curl and body.

Before her hair was completely he had her to lean forwards and he used his finger and brushed her hair forwards as he finished drying it. 

After Serena's hair was dry he ran his finger through her hair from the back to the front a few time then she raised back up and he brushed her hair next he fluffed it up. "What do you think?" Drake asked.

When she looked into the mirror she couldn't believe her eyes. Her hair was fuller than it had ever been and had a glossier shine to it she couldn't believe how great her hair looked. "Are you a hairstylist?" Serena asked as she looked at her hair.

"No I lived with a hairstylist that I met online for a few years, she taught me how to do hair," Drake answered. "Why aren't you with her now?" Serena asked.

"She met a women and she fell in love with her and they live in Austin, Texas and she has salons all over the USA and over seas" Drake answered.

"Do you and her still keep in touch?" Serena asked. "Yes her and her lover adopted a couple of children a boy and a girl and I'm their godfather," Drake answered.

As Serena got dressed Drake watched her lovingly. "I love you Drake" Serena said as she looked at him. "I love you more Serena," Drake said.

After Serena got dressed Drake wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her passionately as he rubbed her ass causing her to moan into his mouth.

"You always did like my ass," she said as she looked at him.

"ii loved and still love every part of you," Drake said causing Serena to lean against him and smile.

Drake kissed each of her breasts then Serena finished getting dressed. "If your sister ever tries to come between us again. I may have to kill her," Drake said. "You won't have to I'll kill her if she tries her shit again." Serena said.

After Serena was dressed Drake brushed her hair again then he fluffed it up making it her hair even fuller. "You should be a hairstylist, Drake. You did a better job on my hair then any of the hairstylists I've went to in L.A." she said as she looked at her hair again.

"I got my license to be a hairstylist so I could help the woman I was staying with but after she and I broke up I didn't continue hairstyling," Drake said. 

"You'll be my personal hairstylist from now on," Serena said as she looked at Drake. He kissed her once more then they left.

"we'll grab some lunch at the mall and dinner at a place where I like to eat at," Drake said as he opened the door of his truck for her. "Sounds good to me," Serena said then she got into his truck. When Drake got into the truck, Serena leaned over and kissed him. "I love you," she said.

"I love you more sweetheart,' Drake said then he backed out of the parking space in front of her motel room.

As they drove to the mall, Serena reached over and rubbed his crotch causing him to look at her and wink. She rubbed his crotch for a few minutes then she unzipped his pants and took out his dick and began to stroke it.

It was hard for Drake to keep his mind on driving as Serena played with his dick. After a few minutes Drake pulled off onto a dirt road and stopped and let Serena play with his now hard dick. Drake moaned as she jacked him off. To keep the friction from making his dick sore she leaned down and licked his dick then she continued to jack him off.

When Drake was ready to cum Serena took his dick into her mouth and began to suck it until he fill her mouth full with his cum. Serena sucked his for a while longer then she took it from her mouth and put it back into his pants and zipped it back up.

"I've wonder for thirty years how your cum would taste I couldn't wait until after we're done shopping I had to taste it now," Serena said "How did it taste?" Drake asked "sweet and salty just the way I thought it would taste," Serena answered. "I like how you taste also," Drake said as he reached over and ran his fingers through the front of her silky, soft hair.

After a few more minutes Drake pulled back onto the road and headed towards the mall it wasn't long before the pulled into the mall's parking lot and parked. When they got out of his truck Serena placed her arm around his as they entered the mall.

"Does the mall have a Victoria's Secret?" she asked.

"Yep, it's a little ways up the hallway," Drake answered.

As they pasted a hair salon Serena went inside and Drake followed her. "I'm looking for some shampoo and conditioner for processed hair. I got some at the salon when I use to have my hair done, and I was wondering if you carried it?" Serena asked.

"What's the name of the products you use?" the hairstylist asked.

Serena told her the name of it, and the stylist looked. "Yes we care it," she answered.

"I want six bottles of the shampoo and six bottles of the conditioner," Serena said.

The stylist rang the shampoo and conditioner up and told her the total. When Serena started to pay for the shampoos and conditioner, Drake handed the stylist the money.

Before they left the stylist asked Serena if she could take a looked at her hair. Serena said down in one of the shampoo/ styling chairs and the stylist began to run her fingers through Serena's hair as she looked closely at it.

"Whoever colored your hair did a hell of a good job I wouldn't have know just by looking at it," the stylist said "I didn't tell you that I had my hair dyed, so how did you know?" Serena asked "you asked for shampoo and conditioner for Processed hair, your hair doesn't have a perm in it so I figured that your hair was dyed," the stylist answered.

"I had it done at the salon I use to go to before I moved back here," Serena said. "I thought that Drake had dyed it for you he's damned good at it," the stylist said. "he washed and styled my hair before we came to the mall, and I made him my personal stylist," Serena said. He's the best when I found out the he was a stylist I begged him to come and work from me I was going to pay him double what I pay the other stylist, but he turned me down," the stylist said.

They talked for a few more minutes then they left. "You didn't have to pay for the shampoos and conditioners," she said as they walked up the hallway. " I know I didn't but I wanted to," Drake said as he stroked her hair.

When they reached Victoria's Secret, Serena looked at Drake. "How do you feel about going in here?" Serena asked.

"I've been in here many times with several female friend, so it's no biggie," he answered.




A Second Chance at Love



When they went inside a female clerk came up to them and gave Drake a passionate kiss and a hug. "Why haven't you called?" she asked.

I told you that we would be just friends," Drake answered.

" I know but I was hoping after we spent the night together in your truck after it broke down that maybe things had changed," she said.

if you were a little older then maybe things would have been different," Drake said.

"I'm twenty five years old," she said.

"I know, and I'm 49. Do you see the age different?" he asked.

"I see it but I don't care," she answered.

"I have someone now so it doesn't matter," Drake said.

"I'm better than her," she said as she looked at Drake.

"You're not better than her, you'll never be better than her. Hell you're not even close to being as good as her, she make's you look like a kid who has yet to grow up," Drake said testily, causing the young woman to walk away with her head down.

"Kind of rough on her, weren't you?" Serena asked as she looked at him.

"No one tells me that they're better than you," Drake said as he looked at her.

As they looked around the store, Serena picked up a pair of thong underwear."How would I look in these?" she asked as she showed them to Drake.

"I don't know. Try one on and let me see," Drake answered, causing her to giggle.

She picked out several pairs of thong underwear. As Serena continued to look around, she found some sheer bras. "What do you think?" she asked as she held one up from Drake to see.

"You'd look hotter than you already do now in one of those bras," Drake answered.

As they looked around, Drake spotted the young woman that had wanted him to be her boyfriend. "Be right back," Drake said then he went over to her.

"I need to talk to you," Drake said causing her to look at him. "I didn't mean to be so hard on you, but when you said that you were better than the lady I'm with, that rubbed me the wrong way," Drake said.

"it's alright babe, I was out of line," she said. I hope I'd get the chance to rub you the right way," she said as she grinned.

"Do you know that guy who work's at the Pizza place here in the mall?" Drake asked. "yeah why?" She asked. "He and were talking a while back and you walked by when he saw you he told me that he'd give a years pay just to be your boyfriend, he said that you were so sexy he had knew he'd never have a chance in hell with you," Drake answered.

"Did he really say that?" she asked. "Yeah he did he like's you," Drake answered.

"Do you have a cell phone with you?" she asked. "Yeah," Drake answered then he took it out of his pocket and handed it to her, and she called the pizza place in the mall. She talked for a few minutes to the guy who like her, then she hung up and handed the cell phone back to Drake.

"I have to leave work early today I have to have my hair done so I'll look beautiful for him we're going on a date tonight," she said excitedly.

"You're the boss ,so you can leave whenever you want to," Drake said. "Thank you so much Drake," she said. "Is the lady that you're dating with you?" she asked. "Yes she's over there," he answered then he motioned for Serena to come over.

"I don't know you but you seem like a nice lady," she said. "I need to say this and I'm not trying to be a smart ass, but if you ever hurt Drake I will hunt you down and torture you to death," she said.

"You don't have to worry about that he's the reason I moved back," Serena said as she smiled.

They talked for a few minutes then Serena started to leave. "I have your hair done on me," Drake said as he gave the young woman some money. "Thanks babe," she said then she hugged Drake.

Drake kissed her on the side of her head then he went up to the counter where Serena was waiting for him.

"You must have told her something that made her happy"?" she asked. "I told her about a guy who work's at the Pizza place here in the mall who liked her. She used my cell phone and called him and they have a date tonight I gave her the money to have her hair done, when we go to eat I'm going to stop by the pizza place and give him some money so he can take her to a fancy place for their date," Drake said.

"I've always said you were a big softy," Serena said then she kissed him.

After Drake paid for her things they left and headed up the hallway. "You do know that you're spoiling me, right?" Serena asked.

"yep," Drake answered then he kissed the side of her neck.

After a few minutes they came to a department store and went inside. "This place look's expensive," Serena said.

"It's expensive, but I shop here," Drake said.

Serena looked at the perfumes and picked up a bottle. "I've been trying to find this kind of perfume for a while. None of the stores where I came from sold it." She said as she opened it and smelled it.

"Do you like it?" Drake asked.

"Yes I do, but it's so expensive," she answered.

"How much is this?" Drake asked the woman behind the counter.

"It's 25 dollars a bottle," she answered.

Drake picked up three bottles of it. "One bottle is enough," Serena said.

"If you ever have a hard time finding it again you'll still have some," Drake said. Serena smiled then she kissed Drake on his cheek.

"Since you're buying I might as well get all I can of it," Serena said, then she smiled.

When they left the department store there was only two bottles left out of the ten bottles that were on the counter. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked. 

As Serena looked at him. Drake leaned closer to her ear. "You can give me a great blow job," he answered as he whispered in her ear, causing Serena to giggle. "Let's grab some lunch, then we'll continue to shop," Drake said.

Sounds like a plan to me," Serena said.

As they passed the pizza place Drake went inside while Serena sat on the bench by the place and waited for him. After a few minutes Drake came back out. "How did it go?" Serena asked "I shock the shit out of him when I gave him some money to take her someplace fancy," Drake answered.

As they walked towards the food court Drake place his arm around Serena's waist. Am I your girl now?" she asked, as she looked at him.

"You're just my fuck buddy," He answered, causing her to laugh. "Yes you're my girl," Drake said.

"And your fuck buddy also?" Serena asked.

"You're my girl not just my fuck buddy," Drake answered, then he kissed her passionately.

When they arrived at the food court the went to the Chinese restaurant and ordered their food as they waited for their food Serena leaned her head against Drake's arms as he kissed the top of her head.

When they got their order they went over and sat at a table that was close to the exit. "I'm so glad that you and I are together," Serena said.

"So am I," Drake said.

"After we eat how would you feel about going back to my room and see what we can get into?" Serena asked.

"I like the sound of that, but we can go to my place instead," Drake answered.

"I like that even better," Serena said, as she grinned.

After they ate and tossed their thrash in the trash can, they left the mall and headed to his truck. "I have a place close by here," Drake said.

"Let's go there," Serena said.

"In a hurry to get screwed, are we?" Drake asked as he looked at her.

"Hell yeah. I'm ready to screw you right now," Serena answered causing Drake to chuckle.

After they pulled out of the mall's parking lot, they headed towards his place.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" Drake asked.

"I've never had it," Serena answered.

"I would have thought that after you moved from here that you would have anal sex at least once," Drake said as he looked over at her.

"None of the guy's I've date were worthy of having anal sex with me," Serena said.

"Have you ever been deep throated?" Drake asked.

" No, I just sucked their dick; I wouldn't let them shove their dicks down my throat," Serena answered.

Drake reached over and rubbed Serena's pussy causing her to moan.

"You feel like you're wet," he asked as he continued to rub her pussy.

"I am wet, and if you keep rubbing my pussy like that I'll be even wetter," Serena moaned.

Before they arrived at his place. Drake pulled to the side of the road and shoved his hand down the front of Serena's pants and gave her pussy and hard rubbed causing her to moan louder.

Drake removed his hand from the front of her pants before Serena could cum. "you've made me so wet that I know I have a huge wet spot on the crotch of my pants," Serena said.

"if you think you're wet now just wait until we get to my place," Drake said as he pulled back onto the road.

"by the time you finish with me I'll be walking funny for a while," Serena said, then she gave a s sly grin.

After a short while they pulled in front of his garage and parked. When they got out of his truck Drake pulled Serena to him and began to kiss her passionately as he rubbed her fine ass.

"since you've never had anal sex or been deep throated, it look's like I'll eating and screwing your pussy," Drake said as they walked towards the front porch.

"I want you to deep throat me and have anal sex with me," Serena said.

"You do know that having anal sex for the first few times will be painful?" he asked.

"I know but I want you to screw my ass any way," she answered. "I also know that I might throw up after being deep throated," She said.

"Okay, just as long you know what to expect," Drake said as he looked at her.

"Nice place," Serena said when they entered the house. "it's nothing fancy,' Drake said.

"I like it. I'm not real crazy about fancy things," Serena said.

Before they headed upstairs Drake pinned Serena against the wall and began to rub the wet spot that was in the front of her pants as he kissed her causing her to moan into his mouth.

When Serena was ready to cum she squeezed Drake's ass hard as he juices covered her already wet pants.

"Now the wet spot is bigger than it was," Serena said. "I think it's just the right size," Drake said as she rubbed it.

"Since you got me messy, you got to clean me up," Serena said. "By the time I'm finished with you it's going to take hours to clean you up, " Drake said then he kissed her again.

After they went upstairs, and inside his bedroom. Serena undressed tossing her wet pants and panties in the corner.

"Your wet pussy look's good enough to eat," Drake said. He pushed her down onto the bed, after he undressed Drake straddled her so his dick was over her mouth. "Open wide and say Aaah," he said.

When Serena opened her mouth, Drake stuck his dick inside her mouth, and she began to suck it. Drake moaned loudly as Serena twirled her tongue over the tip of his dick. As Serena continued to suck his dick, she massaged and gently squeezed his balls, Causing Drake to moan louder. When Drake was ready to cum, Serena took his dick from her mouth and began to jack him off as she held his dick in front of her face. When his dick began to twitch she knew that he was going to cum. Serena jacked Drake off faster as she smile. After a few minutes Drake covered the her face and part of the front of her hair.

"I love the feel of your warm cum on my face," Serena said as she looked up at him.

" Drake looked at her for a few more minutes then he placed his hands on the sides of her head, then he shoved his dick into her mouth and down her throat. Serena gagged and tried to push Drake away as he deep throated her roughly, but he held her tightly.

Serena gagged harder with each thrust as Drake continued to deep throat her. After a short while Drake's cum began to cum. Serena had to swallow fast as she gagged as hard as she could to keep from choking on his cum. "The bathroom is in there" Drake said as he pointed to it.

Serena jumped up and ran to the bathroom with her hands over her mouth. Drake went into the bathroom and held her hair back as Serena gagged and threw up. After a few minutes, Serena wiped her mouth with a piece of toilet paper, then she looked at Drake. "Damn I didn't know I'd gagged so much as I threw up throw," she said.

"This is your first time being deep throated. You're going to gag. Some women gag harder than others, some don't gag at all," Drake said as he stoked her hair.

After Serena rinsed her mouth out with some mouthwash that was sitting on the sink they went back into the bedroom. Drake wrapped his arms around Serena and held her as she reached between them and stuck his dick against the opening of her wet pussy. As Drake began to kiss Serena passionately he shoved his dick inside her pussy, then he began to screw her, causing her to moan into his mouth.

As Drake kissed Serena he reached behind her and shoved his finger up her ass, causing her eyes to grow wide as she began to struggle to get away from him. Drake fingered her ass her ass for a few minutes then he slowly removed his finger from it, causing Serena to stop struggling.

When Drake was ready to cum, he held her tightly then he began to fill her wet pussy with his cum. As Drake continued to screw Serena, she began to cum also. Drake screwed Serena for a while longer, then he removed his dick from her messy pussy.

"Why did you shoved your finger up my ass?" Serena asked as she rubbed her ass.

"I was checking to see how tight your ass is," Drake answered.

"What do you think?" Serena asked.

"I could use a barrel of lubricant to

grease your tight ass you'd still feel some pain," Drake answered.

"I want my ass dry fucked anyway," Serena said.

"you must like pain?" Drake asked.

As Drake looked at Serena, she shrugged as she reached down and began to play with he messy dick. "After we're finished you have to clean me up," Serena said.

"Sounds good to me," Drake said.

"Screw my ass while we shower," Serena said.

Drake picked Serena and carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet lid. Drake turned the water on, then he adjusted the water temperature. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yep," Serena answered, as Drake picked her up and carried her into the shower.

As the water ran over them, Drake kissed Serena passionately as he rubbed her fine ass. After a few minutes, Serena turned around and faced the shower head. Serena moaned as Drake washed her pussy. After Drake had washed her body, he began to rub the tip of his dick against her asshole. "Ready?" Drake asked.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Serena answered.

"Ready?" Drake asked.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Serena answered.

Drake grabbed some Serena's wet hair and pulled her head back so the spray from the showered head was hitting her in her face. Before Serena knew what was happening, Drake shoved his dick up her ass. Serena wanted to scream but the water spraying in her face prevented her from doing so.

As Drake continued to screw her ass it felt to Serena that he was using a log to screw her. After what seemed like hours to Serena, Drake began to fill her ass at the same time she began to cum. Drake screwed her Serena's ass for a while longer then he removed his dick from her ass.

"Damn that hurt," Serena said as she turned towards him, rubbing her ass.

"I told you that it would hurt," Drake said as he stroked her wet hair.

"it hurt but not as bad as I thought it would," Serena said.

"it's going to hurt more when I wash your ass," Drake said.

"It's alright, " Serena said as Drake wetted a washcloth and lathered it up. Serena hissed through clinched teeth when Drake began to wash her ass.

After her ass was clean Drake wetted Serena's hair again then he poured some shampoo onto the top of her head and into his hand, then he began to wash her hair. After he washed her hair for a few minutes he rinsed it then he squeezed the water from it and kissed the top of her wet head. After Serena washed Drake's body and hair, he turned the water off.

Drake opened the shower door he reached out and got a towel, then he wrapped the towel around her head. Drake got out of the shower then he helped Serena out, then he picked up a towel and began to dry her ass. Serena hissed through clinched teeth again when he dried her ass, which was still sore.

After they dried each other off, Drake and Serena went back into the bedroom. Serena pulled out a chair from under a desk, then she gingerly sat down on it. Drake went back into the bathroom and got a can of mousse and brought it back. "You use light holding mousse also?" she asked.

"Yeah I use it when I need my hair to lay the way I want it," he answered.

After Drake had worked some mousse through her damp hair he combed it. "Want me to roll your hair up?" Drake asked.

"Sure," she answered.

Drake went back into the bathroom and got a bag of curlers that hadn't been opened. "I got these for a friend, but she got her hair cut really short so she didn't need them," Drake said as he opened the bag of curlers. Drake combed her hair as he rolled it up.

As Drake rolled her hair up Serena yawned. "I think someone is getting sleepy," Drake said.

"Yeah, I didn't get much sleep last night," Serena said

"After I've finished rolling your hair up you can take a nap," Drake said.

"Will you lay beside me?" Serena asked.

"Where else would I lay?," he asked, causing Serena to smile.

After her hair was rolled up, Serena went over to the bed and laid down. She motioned for Drake as she patted the bed beside her. When Drake lay beside her she snuggled close to him as he held her. "I could get use to this," she said.

"if you want to live with me Serena, you're more than welcome to move in," Drake said.

"I may just do that," she said.

Serena kissed Drake passionately as he held her tightly. After a few minutes Serena drifted off to sleep, Drake watched her for a few minutes then fell asleep also.



A Second Chance at Love



Clint pulled the half dozen blankets on his bed over himself even tighter in the hopes it would stop his shivering at least until the next round of sweating hit him. He'd had the flu before but never this bad. He probably should have stayed in bed all day, but there was no way he was missing his only daughter's graduation from college. Even in the heated auditorium, he sat there with a blanket wrapped around him as he tried to keep his teeth from chattering so loudly that no one else could hear the graduates speak. He endured for Kara's sake. Four and a half long, hard years of pre-med undergrad work at The University of Washington in Seattle had paid off as today she was graduating with highest honors and on her way to the UW's school of medicine in the Fall. Having her stay home with them at least for now gave him the feeling he could hold on to his baby girl a little while longer and that thought was a great comfort to a dad who'd just turned 56. 

He'd wanted to go out and celebrate with Kara and his wife of 28 years, Cecily or just "Cec" to her friends, but he was just so damn sick there was no way he could do it. Besides, it was the middle of Winter and it cold as hell outside and raining like a banshee. He glanced over at the nightstand and in between the bottle of Nyquil and the box of TheraFlu he saw the digital readout from the clock. Much to his chagrin it was only a few minutes past nine. He needed to sleep but sleep just wouldn't come. 

Moments later, he thought he heard the doorbell ring. He wasn't sure if he was hearing things or not, but he was in no mood for company no matter who it was. He pulled one of the spare pillows over his ears to drown out the noise. As the bell rang a second time, he noticed what looked like a flashing strobe light through the curtains in his otherwise pitch black room. "Jesus! Who in the hell is that at this hour on a night like this?" he mused out loud. 

When the doorbell rang a third time, Clint knew whoever was there wasn't going away. He forced himself to sit up, wrapped as many blankets as he could hold onto around himself, and staggered toward the front door. As he approached, the bell kept ringing which was followed by knocking and muffled voices. Shivering, he arrived at the door and peeked through the tiny hole to see what in God's name was going on. He saw two young police officers at the door and a patrol car in his driveway. He was wondering if the neighbors called the cops again because his dog, Misty, was barking. He hadn't her but then again he was pretty much out of it. He let go of the blankets enough to unlatch the lock and open the door. As he did, the dark-haired male officer said, "Mr. Pierce?" 

"Yes. Come inside. It's cold as hell out there. Please, come in. Sorry for the blankets but I've got the flu and I feel like shit." 

The male officer waited for his female partner to step through the door before entering himself. He shut the door behind them both, removed his hat, and said, "Mr. Pierce. Are you the husband of Cecily Pierce and the father of Kara Pierce?" 

Clint's head was foggy and he already felt nauseous. This question itself caused an immediate, involuntary reaction. He let it fly into a nearby bowl in the foyer. The blonde female officer moved to steady him and put her hand on his back. "Mr. Pierce. I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said, "but there's been a terrible accident." 

That was just over two years ago. The police called his bother, Jeff, at his request to go identify the bodies. He'd never shirked responsibility in his adult life but he was so ill he couldn't leave the house and the thought of seeing them like that was more than he could bear. When Jeff and his sister Allie arrived at the house around midnight, Allie was crying. Her tears confirmed what he already knew. Both of the women he loved the most in life were gone. Both Cecily and Kara had died instantly, their lives taken in a the blink of an eye by a drunk driver who was later sentenced to five years in prison but recently released after serving just 18 months. 

He'd been unable to go back to work after that and with the help of his attorney, he sold all three of the printing shops he owned in the Seattle metropolitan area. With the money he made from the sale plus the half million from the life insurance policy he'd taken out on Cec 25 years ago, he had more than enough money to live on comfortably for the rest of his life. "The rest of my life," he mused out loud to himself. "What life?" 

The only thing that kept Clint from going crazy was his training regimen. He'd served five years in the Marine Corps as a commissioned officer after graduating from The Naval Academy and he'd never stopped working out. He alternated between lifting and running every other day while taking Sundays off altogether. It was something he'd done since he was in high school. Okay, he didn't always take Sundays off. During the short summers, he'd mow their substantial-sized yard each week but that wasn't an actual workout in his mind. Now 58, Clint could still easily bench over 350lbs and although his three-mile run time had fallen off from his sub-18 minute days on active duty, he could still turn in a very respectable 20:00 minutes flat if he put his mind to it. Only the grey hairs which had turned his thick, dark hair to mostly salt in the "salt and pepper" look he sported in a close-cropped style gave away any hint of his true age. Even then, most people took him for around 45 and were shocked when they learned they were off by more than a decade. That gave him precious little consolation as he powered through one of the hardest chest workouts he'd done in years as though he could push away the grief by pushing up a heavy barbell. 

When he left the gym, he decided to have breakfast for dinner, something he and the girls used to do every now and then. "The girls." He'd only let himself cry twice since that night and as he blinked back a tear he vowed not to let there be third. As he pulled into the Denny's where they all used to go, he felt that now-familiar lump in his throat that appeared when he thought about them. He was determined not to let memories keep him from living his life even as he thought again to himself, "What life? This kind of life isn't life. It's just...existing." But like any good Marine, he soldiered on because giving up wasn't an option. It wasn't in his DNA. 

He'd been sitting there staring at his food for what was probably ten minutes even though he had no idea how long it actually was before the voice registered. "Are you okay? Mister? Are you all right?" 

He flinched slightly as her voice startled him back to reality. He turned to see a young, disheveled woman about Kara's age in the booth across from his. She had large, beautiful "doe" eyes and smooth skin. Her eyes reminded him of the actress who played Debra Morgan on the hit TV show Dexter. Beyond that however, she presented a rough exterior. Her nose was swollen and too large for her thin face, her hair was greasy and matted down, and she was wearing a pair of mismatched sweats with a huge hole in the right leg. He'd caught a brief glimpse of her teeth and his heart went out to her as he realized she was probably too poor to afford orthodontic care let alone something like a rhinoplasty. Still, she seemed genuinely concerned and that, plus the warmth she exuded, somehow made him feel good for the first time in two years. 

"I'm okay. Yes. Thank you. I was just thinking. That's all." 

"I didn't mean to stare. It's just that well, you sat there for like ten minutes and never moved. I only saw you blink a few times. It's really none of my business but I guess you kind of remind me of my dad a little bit. I mean the way he looked when my mom was still alive. Before he started drinking..." She stopped mid-sentence then added, "I'm sorry for bothering you." 

"No. That's okay. I appreciate your concern. I tend to find myself doing that more often than I'd care to admit the last couple of years. But I'm fine. Really." 

"When someone says it like that it makes it sound like something happened that changed things in their life. I know because...I just lost my dad a couple of weeks ago and now I catch myself saying stuff like that, too. Do you mind if I ask what happened?" 

Clint sat there in silence for a few moments. Her comments put his own loss in perspective and he was genuinely moved. He faced her and said, "My wife and daughter were killed in a car accident." It sounded hollow and his voice was so low it was hard to hear. 

The young woman got up, slid in across from him and said, "I'm sorry. My mom died when I was about six and my dad was all I had. He started drinking after she passed away and it finally caught up with him." She fought back tears of her own as she bowed her head then wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. 

Clint was shocked out of his grief for the first time since he'd learned the news. For the first time in over two years, he actually felt something for someone else. Feelings of empathy and concern washed over him and tears ran slowly down his face. "I'm so sorry for you, too. I can only imagine how you feel and if it's anything like the way I've felt then... You must feel so—so—lost." 

She was now crying openly, too. He handed her some napkins which she used to dry her eyes then blow her nose. "Sorry. My dad would have lit into me for doing that in public," she said. "Well, at least back when he still cared about more than his next drink." As she finished, a smile broke out over her face exposing the crowded teeth that spoiled an otherwise beautiful face. Clint couldn't help but smile along with her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done that. He realized he was alive and that he was feeling something else he hadn't felt in a very long time—hope. He felt hopeful again. 

As her smile widened, he saw her wince. "You okay?" Clint asked. 

"Yeah, I'm all right. I have a chipped tooth and when the air hits it, it really sends me, you know. When I smile, well, you can see what happens." 

"Have you seen your dentist?" 

She sat quietly for a moment before saying matter-of-factly, "I can't afford to do that—at least not right now. I mean, I just got evicted from my dad's home today. They've been threatening to kick us out for months but after Dad died, the social security checks stopped and I couldn't pay the rent. So I've got bigger problems that a chipped tooth. I need a job and I've got to find a place to stay first. Maybe then, you know." 

Clint hurt for her and as bad as that hurt felt he was aware that he wasn't hurting any more. He was hurting for her. "May I ask your name?" 

"Oh, sure. It's Lauren. Lauren Green." 

"I'm Clint. Clint Pierce. It's nice to meet you, Lauren." 

"You, too, Mr. Pierce. You're a really nice man. I like talking to you." 

"Lauren. Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure. Ask me anything. I mean, I have like plenty of time, you know." 

"I don't want this to sound weird. Please don't misunderstand. I was just wondering if you might...well, I mean I have a very large house and several extra rooms. You'd be more than welcome to stay a few days until you figure things out." 

"Oh, no. I couldn't do that. I mean, I don't even know you. I can't intrude on your life. It's really nice of you, but I just can't. Thank you, though. It's like really sweet and everything." 

Clint's face softened as did his voice. "Lauren. You wouldn't be intruding. At all. I promise. In fact, it would be really nice to have some company for a change. You'd have your own room you can lock and you'd also have a private bathroom. My dog Misty is the only other 'person' at home and I know she'd love to have a visitor, too. And honestly, you're the first person who's made me feel good in two years. I just want to return the favor. So please, at least think about saying yes, okay?" 

Lauren perked up at the mention of Misty. "What kind of a dog do you have, Mr. Pierce?" 

"She's a yellow Labrador retriever and my best friend of late. I have to warn you, though. She's gonna lick you and try and sleep in your bed." 

Lauren wanted to smile again but forced herself not to. "I love dogs so okay. But just for a couple of days. That's it." 

"Great!" Clint said smiling himself. "On one condition." 

"Conditions? Already? Sheesh. You really are a dad. Okay, what condition?" 

"You have to let me take you to see a dentist and get that tooth fixed." 

Lauren turned her head playfully and said, "I dunno. The pain from the chipped tooth helps me forget about my broken nose. If I get it fixed, then..." 

"Whoa! Stop right there. Your nose is broken, too? Seriously, Lauren?" 

"It was an accident. I swear. My dad didn't mean to do it. He just..." 

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me, Lauren. I understand." Clint caught his server's attention. "Could I get the checks for both tables here, please?" 

"Oh, no! You're not paying for my meal. I have money of my own," Lauren said with righteous indignation. 

"Save it for now, Lauren. We can settle up later. Grab you bag and come with me. We're going to the ER right now." 

She started to protest when Clint held up his hand and said, "No arguing young lady. I'm not having any guest stay at my house who's in pain. We're taking care of this tonight. End of discussion. And tomorrow we're getting that tooth taken care of, too. Now grab your bag and let's go." 

Everything Lauren valued in the world was in that bag or in the backpack she was wearing. Grateful for this stranger's compassion she feigned indignation at being "ordered" around and said, "Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Her faux mocking made them both laugh and caused Lauren to wince in pain again. 

Within 24 hours, she had a temporary crown on her tooth and a splint on her nose. That second night in Clint's home she slept soundly for the first time in as long as could remember. As she fell asleep, she felt something she hadn't felt in just as long. She felt—loved. And although she didn't want to admit, she realized she was also feeling love itself. She was too tired to analyze what kind of love it might be. All she knew is she felt safe again in this man's home and for now that was all that mattered.



A Second Chance At Love



When her legs would hold her, she got up and left the bathroom, feeling her wet cum covered panties rubbing on her sensitive pussy. She could even smell her pussy and Jim's cum as she sat down at her desk. Early that afternoon, Jim had an important business meeting that he was running late for. He got on the elevator and headed down to the lobby. When the elevator stopped on the floor that Jenny worked on, Jim was surprised to see her get on. She stepped to the back next to him.

"Hi Mr. Lewis," Jenny said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Hi Miss Bradford," Jim responded in his best business voice.

"I wanted to thank you so much for expending your creative juices on the briefs I sent you. You covered them very thoroughly," Jenny said, struggling to keep from laughing.

At first Jim wondered what briefs she was referring too. Suddenly he realized the double meaning. "Uh, well, I always try to give my best," he said as his face turned red.

"Well you know how close those briefs are to me, even now." Jenny said, reaching over and taking Jim's hand.

Jim was a little shocked when he realized that Jenny was saying that she had put the soggy panties back on. If he needed proof, he felt Jenny pull his hand over and move it slowly up the back of her dress. The elevator was very crowded now and they were in the back corner. Jim's heart began to beat wildly as Jenny raised his hand until he could feel the sodden crotch of her panties between her legs. Jim pulled his hand away as if it were a hot stove when the door opened in the lobby. Fortunately Jim had his valise with him to cover his excitement.

"See you later Mr. Lewis," Jenny said as they parted.

Jim stood in the lobby trying to remember where he was going. 

Chapter 6

When Jenny returned from lunch, she was still excited. Her pussy was throbbing, her own juice keeping the crotch of her panties wet. She needed to get fucked she thought. She picked up the phone and called Rick and asked if he was free again tonight. As always Rick said he would cancel his plans. Good old dependable Rick.

Jenny was waiting in the living room in a short silky Japanese robe at 7 p.m. when the doorbell rang. She opened it to see her smiling friend. As soon as Rick stepped into the house, Jenny pushed him against the wall and kissed him with unbridled passion.

Rick was a little stunned, wondering what had gotten into Jenny. However, he never questioned women when they wanted to fuck. He wrapped his arms around her and reached under the short robe to squeeze her sexy ass. He grabbed two hands full of soft ass flesh and pulled her tightly to his rapidly swelling cock.

Suddenly Jenny pushed herself back, her eyes swimming with lust. Slowly she slid down her lover's body until she was kneeling at his feet. With shaking hands, she opened Rick's pants and pulled them down. His already hard cock sprang out, hitting her in the face.

Rick moaned as Jenny engulfed his cock. What a wild woman he though as he watched his pretty lover suck and lick his cock.

Jenny's lips and tongue worked on Rick like a woman possessed. She wanted to taste his cum. She had been thinking about it since she called him. She brought both hands up and held his cock so that her lips could work on the pulsing head.

"Oh God baby, you keep that up and you are going to get a mouth full," Rick warned.

Jenny moaned and began to work her hands up and down, milking his cock.

"Ohhhhh!" Rick moaned as his hips began to move in a fucking motion. He felt his balls tighten, his body beginning to tense as excitement was leading him rapidly to a climax. "Keep it up, yes, suck me, God baby. Oh yes, yes, here it cums ahhhhhh!" Rick moaned as his juice began to move rapidly up his shaft.

Jenny moaned as she felt his cock pulse then began to squirt his potent seed into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly as her mouth filled. Her pussy throbbed and began to quiver as her own little tremors began. She held on to the squirting cock as her legs almost gave out. Her mouth filled to overflow, dripping down her chin as Rick's cum kept pouring out. "Mmmmmm," Jenny moaned as pleasure ripped through her.

Minutes later the two lovers were naked. Jenny led Rick up to her bed, pushing him down and practically jumping on top of him. The two lay in a naked embrace on her bed. They were both basking in the glow of sexual satisfaction. Yet Jenny's pussy still pulsed with excitement. She needed a cock. She rolled over onto her lover, kissing his lips.

"Wow baby, what has gotten into you," Rick said with a laugh.

"You I hope," Jenny said and reached down to take Rick's soft cock in her hand. She began to work on his cock as she kissed his lips. Without warning she twisted around and threw her leg over Rick's head, moving into a 69 position. She took Rick's cock into her mouth again as she sat her dripping pussy on his face. Rick was a great fuck but he could eat pussy better than anyone she knew. 

Rick wasted no time as his tongue split Jenny's sweet pussy lips. He swallowed her juice as it poured into his mouth, and then he sucked for more. God how he loved to eat her pussy, he thought. She tasted better than any woman he had ever been with.

As soon as Jenny had Rick hard again, she turned around and squatted over his cock. She teased herself and him as she rubbed her swollen pussy lips on the head of his cock. She moved down, taking just the head inside.

Rick moaned when he felt Jenny squeeze her muscles around his cock head. He tried to push up but she quickly moved back up and giggled. 

"Not so fast lover, I want to savor this cock. Now hold still for me." Jenny took the head inside her again, and then moved up and down, massaging just the head. Her juice was running in silvery streams down her lover's cock.

"Oh God Jenny, you're driving me crazy," Rick moaned, trying to hold his hips on the bed.

"Tell me how much you want it baby, tell me you want my hot cunt," Jenny said, paying him back for the way he had teased her the last time they fucked.

"Oh yes please sweety, give me that cunt. Ohhhhh!" Rick moaned as Jenny quickly dropped her weight onto his cock, taking him all the way inside her in one movement.

"Oh my God," Jenny screamed as she felt Rick's cock hit the deepest part of her pussy. She sat still for a moment trying to get used to his large cock. Then she slowly began to move up and down.

Both lovers began to moan as their sexual parts moved together. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the room.

"Oh yes baby, I can't hold back much longer," Rich warned.

"Yes baby, cum in me, fill me with your juices."

"Ohhhh yes baby, I'm going to cum," Rick screamed as his cock began to shoot deep into Jenny's receptive pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh God, I can feel it. Ahhhhh!" Jenny's body pushed down hard as she began to climax. Her legs trembled and her body shook as she shared incredible pleasure with her lover.

Eventually, the two lovers collapsed in a heap onto the bed. They fucked one more time before exhaustion took over.

Chapter 7

It was after 10 p.m. before Jim finished up for the day. It had taken him far longer than normal to complete his work because his mind kept wandering back to the events of the day. He couldn't believe the affect this young girl was having on him. 

As he was driving home, he kept thinking about Jenny. Suddenly, he made a quick decision and pulled into a floral shop just before it closed. He bought a dozen roses. Then he made a detour of a few blocks and pulled up in front of Jenny's house.

Jim sat in the car for a few minutes, having second thoughts. Hell, he didn't even know if she was home. But then he had come this far. He got out of the car and walked up to the house and rang the doorbell, then stood there as nervous as a kid on his first date.

Jenny had been lying awake, still basking in the warm after glow of sex. She could feel Rick's cum running out of her pussy. She was startled when she heard the doorbell. 

Rick rolled over with a groan and opened his eyes. 

"It's okay sweety, go back to sleep, it's just the doorbell." 

Rick smiled sleepily and fell back into an exhausted sleep.

Jenny put on her silky robe and walked downstairs. She could feel the two loads of cum Rick had deposited in her begin to run out. Her body shivered; she loved that feeling.

When Jenny peeked out the window next to the door, she was surprised to see Jim standing there nervously. She stood there in a moment of indecision. Then she somewhat reluctantly opened the door. "Jim, what on earth," she started to say until he pulled the dozen roses from behind his back. "Oh my goodness," Jenny said, opening the door and taking the roses. "That's so sweet Jim."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come by this late," Jim said, noticing that Jenny was practically nude.

"Uh...uh...no, it's okay...do you want to come in for a minute," Jenny said, hoping that he didn't want to. However, she felt obligated since he had obviously gone out of his way to get the flowers and stop by. Any other time she would have been thrilled. Yet, here she was, cum starting to run down her legs and a lover in her bed. This was going to be very tricky she thought.

"I'm not disturbing you am I?" Jim asked.

"Well, my roommate is asleep upstairs so we need to be quiet," Jenny said, not really lying. 

Jenny led Jim through the living room and into the kitchen. It would be less likely that Rick would hear them from the kitchen. She wasn't really worried about Rick; she was more worried about Jim. She didn't want to hurt him.

"This is so sweet," Jenny said as she put the cut roses in a large vase. Then she turned back to Jim and wrapped her arms around him, bringing their lips together. She was worried momentarily that he could taste Rick on her lips or smell her very used pussy.

Jim's hands came down to grab Jenny's ass. He could smell sex on Jenny alright but though that she was just kinky enough to go to bed without cleaning her pussy of his cum. His hands pulled her naked ass cheeks to him as his fingers worked lower. Jim was being bolder then he ever had. 

Jenny panicked. He was bound to feel Rick's cum running out of her. Thinking quick, she pulled from his arms and slid to her knees. 

Jim looked at her, his eyes wide.

She definitely hadn't planned this but she needed to improvise. Jenny quickly reached up and opened his zipper. She smiled her sexy smile and pulled his cock from his pants. She looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes then used her tongue to lick off a clear drop of juice that had formed at the tip of his now hard cock.

Jim watched as Jenny opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. A moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. The truth was that Jim had never had a blowjob. Sally didn't care for oral sex and Jim never pressed it. He knew now what he had missed all of these years. He began to pump his hips into Jenny's face as her mouth sucked him and her hand jerked his cock. God she was good he thought as he opened his eyes and watched his cock move in and out of her mouth. 

Jenny's eyes were closed as she savored Jim's sweet cock. She loved sucking cock, almost better then fucking. She could actually cum from sucking cock. She felt those familiar tremors in her pussy as Rick's cum began to drip to the floor between her legs. It was too late for her to stop. She would just have to make sure that Jim didn't look at the floor when she was done. 

Jim reached up and gently placed his hands on Jenny's moving head. He caressed her cheeks, holding her face. He could feel his cock make her cheeks bulge out each time she took him inside. His hips began to thrust into her face. It didn't take long for Jim to feel a climax coming on. He wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to cum in her mouth if she didn't want that. Yet it felt too good to stop.

"Oh God sweety, I'm going to cum," Jim warned, hoping she wouldn't stop. 

Jenny moaned and sucked harder. She used her hand to jerk on Jim's throbbing cock, trying to draw his sweet cum from his balls. Suddenly the head enlarged in her mouth and began to pulse. Jenny moaned again as his cum began to pour into her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, trying to get every drop.

Jim was beyond excitement as he watched this beautiful girl on her knees drinking his cum. He forced his eyes to remain open. He wanted to watch her drink his cum. 

Jenny looked up as her cheeks bulged with Jim's juice. Their eyes met. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she made a special effort to let him see her swallow his juice.

Finally, when she could get no more sperm from Jim's balls, she let his cock slip from her mouth. Suddenly Jim's cock gave one last throb and squirted out a gob of cum, hitting her in the cheek. 

Jim was mortified. 

Jenny giggled and scraped the cum from her cheek with her fingers and sucked them clean. Then she stood up and brought her lips to Jim's for a surprise kiss. 

Jim started to pull away then he realized how tacky that would be after she had swallowed his sperm. He moaned and allowed Jenny to force her tongue into his mouth. He tasted his own sperm for the first time in his life. 

Jenny pulled away and said, "That should keep you for a while lover. Thanks for the beautiful flowers, that was so thoughtful."

"You are more than welcome," Jim said and hugged Jenny tight to him. 

Jenny led Jim to the door, a little quicker then normal, and kissed him one last time. When he was safely out of the house, she leaned against the door and sighed. Her thighs were covered from knee to pussy with Rick's juice, her mouth tasting of Jim's sperm. That was close she thought and felt a shiver run through her. It was also so kinky. The thrill of sucking one lover while the others cum ran down her legs made her pussy throb. She wondered if Rick was up for one more fuck.

Chapter 8

The following the day, Jim was busy with a court case. He called Jenny to thank her again and asked her if she could stop up around 5:30. He told her he wanted to talk to her. In reality, Jim wanted to see her because he was feeling guilty. He had been thinking how he had taken all the pleasure; he wanted to return the favor.

At 5:30 Jenny tapped on Jim's office door and looked in. Fortunately Darlene was gone for the day. 

"Hi," he said as she walked into his office. She looked great as usual, wearing a short, tight skirt with a white blouse. Very simple but it looked great on her. "Close the door," he told her.

Jenny looked surprised but turned and pushed the door until the lock clicked.

"Come over here," Jim said, pushing his chair back and standing up. 

Jenny walked over, a questioning look on her face.

Jim pulled her into his arms and kissed her soft and inviting lips. When he pulled away, he looked into her pretty blue eyes. Then he sat back down, pushing Jenny until she was backed up against his desk.

Jenny had a half smile on her face, still wondering what was going on but now knowing that it was going to be something sexual.

"Jenny, so far, our relationship has been pretty one sided; you giving me pleasure, me doing nothing in return."

"Oh, I get pleasure..." Jenny started to say when Jim interrupted.

"Let me finish sweety," Jim said. I thoroughly enjoyed the blow...uh, what you did for me yesterday. I am embarrassed to say that it was my first time," Jim admitted, his face turning red.

Jenny opened her eyes wide in surprise. She couldn't believe a 38-year-old man had never had a blowjob.

Jim wanted to explain. "Sally never wanted to do oral sex...uh...either way," Jim said feeling a little twinge in his heart as he mentioned Sally. "She was very conservative and I was a very shy guy. It didn't really matter that much because I loved her so much. Excuse me," Jim halted as his eyes filled with tears. "I'm not here to talk about Sally. I want...I...uh...oh wow, this is harder than I thought. I want to return the favor; I want to...to...you know, eat you. But I...uh...you know, don't really know how...or even what a woman wants," Jim said working to get it all out, his face now a bright red.

Jenny's face grew into a wide smile. "Oh God sweety, I would love that," she said, reaching forward and placing both hands on Jim's hot cheeks. She slowly leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. "I would be honored to teach you," she whispered, looking into Jim's eyes. Then Jenny stood up and moved back and scooted up onto Jim's desk.

Jim's eyes grew wide as he watched Jenny slowly spread her legs as far as the tight skirt would let her. 

When Jenny realized that the skirt was restricting her, she stood up and wiggled her hips, pulling the tight skirt up over her panty covered pussy.

Jim's heart was racing as he watched this sexy young woman fix her skirt around her waist so that it wouldn't get in the way. His eyes wondered down and centered on her panty-covered crotch. He could see a dark spot forming right in the center. Then Jenny surprised him by turning around to display her bare ass cheeks with the little strip of cloth running between. Jim groaned and bent forward to kiss one hot ass cheek then the other.

Jenny moaned and leaned forward, placing her hands on the desk, pushing her ass back at Jim. She felt his tongue lick up and down one smooth cheek before he crossed over to the other. After Jim had left her ass cheeks wet with his saliva, Jenny turned around again and sat on his desk, spreading her legs wide. She looked down and saw that the crotch of her panties were now soaked. When she started to pull them off, Jim stopped her.

Suddenly Jim's head bent between Jenny's legs and his mouth covered the soaked crotch of her panties. Jim's cock throbbed as his lips felt the wetness. Then his tongue came our and licked her swollen pussy lips, lightly covered by the silky material. Then he began to suck her juice from the panties. Oh God Jim thought, if I had only known how good this tasted, I would have forced Sally to let me do it.

Jenny didn't want to cum this way or this quickly, so she pushed Jim back and quickly stripped off her panties. Then she raised her legs and placed her feet on the desk, spreading her knees, opening her pussy to Jim's lust filled eyes.

"Oh my God," Jim moaned as he watched Jenny's pussy spread open like a flower. The swollen inner lips parted, leaving sticky strands of her juice connecting them like a spider web. Jim could smell her sweety woman scent. He breathed in deeply as his heart raced in his chest. 

"Okay sweety, let me show you how to eat a woman. Here look, see my swollen inner lips," Jenny said as she spread her pussy, the sticky juice covering her fingers. "These lips are soooo sensitive," she said, gently rubbing her fingers across each swollen lip. Jenny's own heart was beating rapidly as she wantonly displayed herself to Jim. "I know you know what the clit looks like," she said and pulled her lips wide to let him see the normally tiny nub, pulsing between the lips. It was swollen and smooth, almost like a miniature penis. "I want to lick the lips first, then stick your tongue into my hole. Leave the little clit till last."

Jim didn't have to be told twice. He bent forward and stuck out his tongue, moving it gently up and down across the juice covered inner lips. He heard Jenny moan her approval. Jim opened his mouth and took the soft lips into his mouth and sucked them gently. He used his tongue to tickle the surface, tasting her juice on his tongue. 

"Oh yes sweety, now stick your tongue innnnn....ahhhh!" Jenny didn't finish as Jim pushed his tongue into her dripping hole. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned as Jim fucked his tongue in and out of her pulsing hole. "Oh God, you're so good," Jenny encouraged. "Now suck me!" 

Jim began to suck on her hole, drawing more juice into his mouth. The taste was making Jim's cock throb in the tight confines of his pants. He couldn't believe how much he loved her taste and smell. His lips and tongue went wild on Jenny's pussy, sucking and licking until her hips were bouncing on his desk. He had to grab her hips in order to keep his lips on her pussy. 




A Second Chance At Love



"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Jenny moaned over and over. The thrill of having somebody eat her pussy that had never done it before was almost too much for Jenny.

Soon Jim's tongue worked its way to her now very swollen clit. Jim pulled his head back and used his hands to spread her lips. He stared at the swollen nub. The miniature penis was pulsing with life. Jim blew warm air onto the nub and watched Jenny shiver in pleasure.

"Oh God Jim, please!" Jenny moaned, her head moving back and forth as her chest heaved up and down.

Jim was getting such a thrill out of teasing Jenny that he didn't want it to end. Yet, he couldn't be cruel to her after all the pleasure she had given him. His mouth opened wide and dropped to the spread lips. He felt Jenny's legs fly up and wrap around his head as he sucked the nub into his mouth.

Jenny's body began to shiver, her legs wrapped tightly around his neck as her feet beat a tempo on his back. Her hands grabbed Jim's hair and pulled him tight to her overheated pussy lips.

Jim sucked the swollen clit in and out of his mouth then pulled back, stretching the skin. He almost smiled when Jenny screamed again and pulled his head to her pussy so hard that she almost suffocated him. 

"Ohhhh suck meeeeee!!! I...I...oh God, suck me I'm going to...yes, yes I'm cummmmminnnngggg!!!! Suck my cunt, suck my cunt, yes, yes," Jenny screamed as her body began to convulse in pleasure. Her hips pushed up as every muscle in her body tensed. "Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh Goooooddddd Jim," Jenny panted as an incredible climax rolled through her body. 

Jim kept on sucking until Jenny gently pushed him away. He sat back in his chair and smiled in satisfaction. He was proud that he had brought such pleasure to Jenny. He sat there and watched her basking in the after glow of her climax. Her pussy was still swollen and pulsing. Juice had dripped between her legs to the top of his desk. He lifted his hand to catch the juice that was dripping off his chin and glanced at his watch. 

"Oh wow, baby, I have a plane to catch," Jim suddenly said.

"What...uh...where..." Jenny tried to say as she sat up, her head still spinning.

"I forgot to tell you I have to go to Chicago for several days. My flight leaves in forty five minutes."

Jenny was trying to comprehend what Jim was saying. "You're not going to be here for the chairman's annual party," Jenny said, referring to a party the company chairman had for all employees at his house once a year.

"Probably not, it depends on how the case goes. I'll call you. I am so sorry to leave you like this but I have to be there tonight," Jim said, straightening his tie and checking for any juice stains. He stood and smiled at Jenny. 

"Well, here, take these with you and don't forget me," Jenny said and handed Jim her wet panties.

"I couldn't forget you sweety," Jim answered, taking the panties and putting them in his breast pocket like a handkerchief. He bent forward and kissed Jenny then grabbed his overnight case and ran out of the office, his face still sticky with his lover's juices. 

Jenny got off the desk on shaking legs and staggered out of his office. She was surprised to see Darlene in the lobby as she left for the night. Could she have come back to the office for something? 

Chapter 9

The party was an annual event for the law firm. It was held to celebrate a good year and to thank the employees. It was always held at the chairman's palatial mansion. It was a gigantic house on several hundred acres. The driveway went through a large stone gatehouse, circling up and in front of the marble steps leading to the door. The house was surrounded by massive gardens with hedges and thousands of flowers.

Jenny had invited Rick to the party since Jim was going to be out of town. Besides, she wasn't sure how the company felt about employees dating anyway. Jenny had plenty of "boyfriends", but Rick was the easiest to get along with. All he needed was a good fuck and she could certainly supply that. Besides, he was gorgeous and made a nice ornament on Jenny's arm. God she could be so materialistic sometimes she thought with a smile. 

Jenny got plenty of stares as she walked in with Rick on her arm. They looked great together, he in his black tuxedo and her in a tight black evening dress. She had picked the dress out to impress. It was low cut, showing ample cleavage and was short on her thighs. She wore a pair of four inch black high heels. The dress was far to tight to wear underwear. 

By 10 p.m., the party was in full swing. There were people all over the house and out around the Olympic sized swimming pool. Jenny and Rick mingled; she kept him close on her arm to keep the other ladies away. Everybody seemed so friendly with the exception of Jim's secretary Darlene. She didn't seem to like Jenny for some reason. Jenny did her best to avoid her. She didn't really care but she couldn't quite figure out why she didn't like her since she had never done anything to her. She wondered why such a young woman could be so bitter.

What Jenny didn't know was that Darlene was jealous of her. Darlene was a pretty woman of 29. Unfortunately she tried to cover up her charms with clothes that would have been better on a much older woman. She also kept her hair in a bun and wore horn-rimmed glasses. Darlene would never admit it but the truth was that she had had a secret crush on Jim for years. She did her best to not let him know. However, she was very protective and thought that Jenny was too young for Jim and was just a social climber anyway. She knew something was going between the two of them; she had heard strange noises coming from the office when she had returned after 5 the other day.

Jenny was enjoying herself tonight. She was trying to control what she drank but it seemed like every time her glass emptied, someone gave her another. 

Rick drank very little. He was very selective about what he ate and drank; he was somewhat of a health nut. However, he didn't care that Jenny was drinking quite a bit. She was a wild woman when she was sober but she really got crazy when she drank. He knew that there would be some wild sexual fun after the party was over. He didn't have to wait that long.

"How about taking a littttllle walkie with me," Jenny said, her words slurred. She was acting a little more inebriated then she actually was. It helped to cover her wild behavior at times. 

"I would be honored, lead the way madam," Rick said, already feeling a sexual excitement.

Just as Jenny was leading Rick out the French doors in the back of the house, Jim walked in. He had completed his case early and had hurried to catch an early flight. He started to catch up to Jenny when he saw her walking outside with some guy. Now he had a dilemma. Jenny had obviously brought a date. Did he dare talk to her? Maybe he should just leave he thought. Then he felt that he was being foolish. He hurried out the doors to catch up with the two.

Jenny giggled as she led Rick down a sidewalk and into a massive hedgerow. It was like a maze. Jenny kept moving until she thought she had gotten away from the crowd. She stopped and turned to Rick and threw her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his for a passionate kiss. She pressed her groin to his, indicating that she was ready for some fun. "God baby, you feel so good," Jenny said as she bit Rick's ear.

Rick was a little concerned about where they were. "Sweety, why don't we blow this place and go back to your house?"

"I can't wait that long," Jenny said, pushing herself against Rick.

"This is dangerous here," Rick said.

"I want you to fuck me right here baby," Jenny said.

Rick felt his cock begin to harden. "Come on sweety, let's go," Rick pleaded.

"No here, I want you to fuck me right now," Jenny whined in a little girl voice. "If you do here, I'll let you fuck me in the ass." She knew that would get to him.

Rick moaned. He had only gotten to fuck Jenny in the ass once but it had been incredible. "Oh God, you drive a hard bargain," Rick said, his cock now at full staff.

"Let me get you ready," Jenny said and squatted in front of Rick.

Rick looked around but couldn't see anyone. It was a bright moonlit night so he could see pretty well. He looked down and watched Jenny pull his cock from his pants.

Jim knew that he shouldn't be following Jenny but somehow he couldn't stop himself. He had seen them go down a long row of hedges. Suddenly he stopped and almost gasped. He saw Jenny squatting in front of her date with his cock in her hand. Jim was shocked. He knew that Jenny was sexually liberated but he couldn't believe that she would be giving some guy a blowjob in the chairman's garden. Suddenly Jim was very jealous. He knew that they had not really established a relationship and that she was dating other guys, but it still hurt. 

Jenny held Rick's cock in her hand and licked it like an ice cream cone. She looked up at him and took the head in her mouth and sucked. She felt a little thrill run through her when Rick moaned. He was so easy she thought. Her eyes met his and she whispered, "I'm going to get this wonderful dick so hard, then you are going to stick it up my tight little asshole. Do you want to fuck my little asshole?" Jenny asked rhetorically.

Rick moaned and bucked his hips forward in response as Jenny engulfed his cock. 

Jim wanted to turn and go back to the house but his legs would not move. Instead he backed up until the hedge hid him but he had a clear view of the two lovers. Amazingly he felt his cock began to lengthen as he watched Jenny suck her lover's cock. He was angry, he was jealous but his cock had a mind of it's own.

About ten feet away, behind another hedge was Jim's secretary Darlene. She had seen Rick and Jenny leave then watched Jim follow. She had excused herself and snuck out the back behind them. Now her eyes were wide with shock as she also watched Jenny sucking on Rick's cock. What a slut that woman was, Darlene thought.

When Rick's cock was dripping with Jenny's saliva, she stood up and fell against him, pressing her lips to his. She pulled away, breathlessly saying, "Come on baby, fuck me, fuck my ass while you cock is still wet." Then she pushed Rick until he was sitting on a stone garden bench. She shimmied her skirt up her thighs and straddled Rick's lap. She let Rich reach up and pull the arm straps of her dress down her arms, freeing both large breasts. They almost glowed in the moonlight; the shinny breasts in contrast to the much darker tanned skin. She pulled Rick's mouth to her breasts.

Jim's heart was beating wildly in his chest. He still fought his conscience; he knew he should leave. As he watched another man suck on Jenny's breast, his cock began to throb painfully in his pants. He could feel his juice begin to wet his underwear. It was inconceivable that he was getting turned on watching another man suck on Jenny's breasts. Yet here he stood like some peeping Tom.

Darlene was even more aghast. She had never seen such a disgusting display of promiscuity. She stood hidden but could plainly see what was going on not fifty feet from her. Her inclination was to yell out to the perverts but for some reason her mouth was dry and her voice wouldn't work. Besides, she didn't want to embarrass Jim. So she stood silently and watched just like Jim, just a few feet away.

Jenny's hips were moving back and forth, pressing Rick's hard cock against her pussy. She could feel her juices coating his cock from the head to the base. "Come sweety, get that cock in my ass," Jenny said and rose up and placed the engorged head at her tight rose bud. 

Jim did gasp out loud as he realized that Jenny was going to let her boyfriend fuck her right here. He strained his eyes, watching Jenny take Rick's cock in his hand and directed it to her...oh my God he thought, that's not her pussy. He couldn't believe it; she was going to let him fuck her in the ass!

Jenny moaned along with Rick as his cock began to press into her rear hole. There was a groan of relief from Jenny when the head popped into her tight little hole. "Wait baby," Jenny breathed, "let me get used to it for a second." Jenny held still, her breathing coming in gasps. Slowly she began to push down, taking Rick's cock into her body inch by inch.

"Oh God baby, your ass is so tight," Rick groaned as she felt tight anal walls begin to caress his hard cock. 

Jim was breathing as heavy as the two lovers as he watched Jenny take her boyfriends cock into her ass. He wanted to leave, to walk away in disgust but his legs still wouldn't move. 

Darlene's lips were pursed in disapproval but no one could see her panties filling with her pussy juice. This was as disgusting as anything she had ever seen. She turned and looked behind her and then to both sides before she slid her dress up her hips. Her hand found its way into her panties. 

"That's it baby, take my cock in your hot ass," Rick whispered as his cock went deep and then deeper. Finally, Jenny's ass cheeks were sitting on his thighs; he had his large cock all the way in her ass. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, that feels so good baby, it's been so long," Jenny groaned. "Fuck me baby, fuck my ass good." Jenny began to move up and down, letting a little more of his cock out of her ass with each upward movement. When her ass was used to the large pole, she began to move up and down in a steady tempo. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the bench, squatting over her lover's waist, his cock connecting their bodies. Then she let her entire weight sit on his cock before she began to bounce up and down. 

Rick grabbed Jenny's hips and helped her move up and down, his cock moving in and out rapidly. Rick could feel the spasms in his lover's ass. "Oh yes, squeeze my cock, squeeze it baby."

"Ohhhh Gooooddddd Rick, I going to cum if you keep that up," Jenny said, rapidly moving toward a climax.

"Go ahead baby, cum on my cock. I want to feel that hot ass squeezing my dick as you cum," Rick said and began to move Jenny up and down faster.

"Oh yes, oh yes, God, God, ohhhhhh I'm going cummmm," Jenny moaned as her ass began to squeeze Rick's cock as her climax overtook her. Her body pushed down hard, driving Rick's cock deep into her ass. She held herself there as she shuttered over and over, moaning into Rick's ear.

"Oh God baby, you're going to make me cum," Rick warned as his cock began to throb. The already large head expanded and began to squirt his cum deep into her willing asshole.

Jenny thought she could actually feel it. She felt Rick's cock lurch and began to pour his sperm deep into her bowels. The incredible feeling brought on another climax. 

Both lovers shook and shivered as the sexual tension of the night was relieved on this hard garden bench. 

Darlene's fingers were deep inside her own pussy when she heard the two lovers began to moan in climax. Her own legs began to shake and her pussy throbbed as her body betrayed her and began a climax of its own. As soon as her shuttering stopped she pushed her dress down and stormed back to the house in disgust.

Jim was shaking as well but he wasn't as sure about what it was from. He walked like a zombie back to the house, totally unaware that Darlene was walking up the same path in front of him. By the time he reached the house his cock had lost its stiffness. He headed to the bar for a drink.

Jenny and Rick made themselves presentable and walked arm and arm back to the house. When she walked in the great room, she got a shock; she saw Jim standing at the bar. Her face turned red as she looked over to see him staring at her, his face looking pained. Suddenly a chill went down her spine. No he couldn't...he doesn't know, she thought. She was in a quandary as to what to do. Should she approach him? Should she introduce Rick? God, what if he saw her go outside with Rick?

Jim went to find a bathroom. Jenny followed.

When Jim came out of the bathroom, Jenny was waiting. 

"That was quite a display out there," Jim said with anger in his voice as they stood face to face.

"Oh God Jim, I'm so sorry that you saw that, I...I..."

"Jenny, I don't want to hear your apologizes. You are a grown woman, you can do anything you want," Jim said and stormed away. He walked downstairs and said goodbye to his host and left. 

Darlene saw Jim leave and smiled in satisfaction; now he knew what a slut his little Jenny was.

Not too long after Jim left, Jenny asked Rick to take her home. Her mood had changed suddenly; she said she had a headache. 

Poor Rick had no idea what was wrong. Women, he thought in exasperation.

Chapter 10 

Jim was beside himself the rest of the weekend. He was angry, jealous and hurt. He kept telling himself that he did not own Jenny; hell they hadn't even really had sex. Yet he cared about her. He felt something for someone for the first time since Sally. And now she had done this. But what had she done he thought? She was a young and sexually active woman and could do anything she wanted. Jim drank himself into a stupor.

Jenny's weekend wasn't any better. She chastised herself for getting carried away and making Rick fuck her in the garden. Sure it had been fun but now she had probably lost a friendship of someone that she was growing to care about. Maybe she cared even more than she wanted to admit. She wanted desperately to call him but couldn't bring herself to pick up the phone. There had been such anger in Jim's eyes. 

The following Monday, Jim had resolved that he had to accept Jenny as she was. He couldn't apply his personal morals onto her. Besides, hadn't he stood there with his cock hard in his pants? He picked up the phone five times that morning to call Jenny but each time put it down. What was he going to say to her he thought? Finally, he thought he might write her a letter. He was good at putting his thoughts down in writing.

"Dear Jenny,

I wanted to write you this letter because ... well, I guess because I am a coward. I'm sorry for the way I acted the other night. I have to admit that I was angry and hurt when I saw you in the garden with your friend. However, after a great deal of thought, I have concluded that I was wrong to follow you in the first place. I know that you are a sexually liberated woman and I had no business being there. In fact, your free spirit is what I love about you. You have been so nice to me and I owe you a great deal. I feel things again for the first time since Sally's death. I feel alive when I am with you. You have brought light into my life again and I am grateful for that. I don't know where our relationship is leading but I want it to continue. Can you ever forgive me for spying on you and acting like a jerk? I hope you can. I would love to talk to you, please call. Jim"

Jim put the letter into an envelope and addressed it to Jenny. "Darlene, could you hand deliver this letter to Jenny Bradford?"

"Certainly Mr. Lewis, right away."

"Thanks."

Darlene took the letter and walked down the hall to the elevator. As soon as she was out of Jim's site, she turned and walked to the mailroom where they had a shredder. She put the envelope into the shredder and within seconds it was only little strips of paper. She smiled as she walked back to her desk. 

A short time later, Jim's phone rang. It was Jenny. 

"Mr. Lewis's office," Darlene answered formally, knowing that it was Jenny on the line.

"Is Jim available?" Jenny asked, her voice quivering.

"I'm sorry Ms. Bradford, Jim gave me explicit instructions that he did not want to talk to you. He didn't tell me why, I'm just following orders."

Jenny felt tears come to her eyes. "Oh, I see, well okay, goodbye." Jenny hung up the phone and ran to the bathroom. She cried until she had no tears left. God how could she have been so stupid she thought. Jim didn't need this in his life. He has had enough suffering for one person. Well, I guess I got what I deserve. I won't bother him anymore.




A Second Chance At Love



Jim's workload was so heavy that he barely had time to leave his office for the next few days. He wanted desperately to go down and see Jenny but he didn't want to cause a scene. After all he had sent the letter and she hadn't answered. Darlene had said she handed it right to her. Jim felt that old depression coming on again. He finally concluded that he couldn't function; it was taking him days to do what he normally did in hours. He told his boss that he was going to take a few days off. 

By Friday night Jim's brain was totally numb from alcohol. He hadn't shaved or bathed in two days. He sat in the living room with the shades drawn, staring of photos of Sally. "God Sally, why did you have to leave me," he said out loud, tears streaming down his cheeks. "You understood me so well. Now I've met someone that I really like and I had to go and blow it. Now I've lost her and you. There must be something wrong with me, I loose everyone that I love." Jim opened another bottle. 

Jenny got suspicious after she tried to call Jim several more times and got the same answer from Darlene. Then she found out that he had gone home sick. She was very worried. She called his house several times but it just rang and rang. Finally that evening she decided to go to his house.

When Jenny pulled up outside, Jim's house was dark. It looked like he wasn't home but thought she would check anyway. She rang the doorbell but no answer. When she turned the knob, she found that it was unlocked. She opened the door and stepped into the foyer. She was stunned and a little afraid when she saw a figure in the dark room sitting on the sofa, unmoving. "Jim?" she said, hoping that she was in the right house. "Jim," she repeated her heart beating in fear.

Jim thought he had heard a voice in his head. Then he heard it again. He strained his eyes through the dark room and saw someone inside his house. He stood up on shaking legs and took a couple of staggering steps. "Jenny?" he said before all the alcohol in his brain took over and he collapsed onto the floor.

Jim vaguely remembered being helped to the bathroom and then being submersed in a tub of warm water. He opened his eyes and thought he was dreaming when he saw Jenny using his razor to shave him. Finally he felt someone helping him to craw between the cool sheets of his bed. 

It was almost two days before Jim could open his eyes and comprehend what was around him. He was totally shocked to see Jenny sitting in a chair next to his bed reading a book. "Jenny?" he said lifting up to look at her. She turned and smiled at him. "What...what...where did you come..." Jim said then fell back on the bed as his head throbbed. 

"Just take it easy, you really tied one on this time," Jenny said with a relieved smile. 

"But how did you...where...?" Jim said, having a hard time forming his words. 

"When I called and couldn't get you I was worried. I asked around and was told you had taken off sick. I was worried and got your address from a friend in personnel. Then I thought I would stop by to see if you were okay."

"But I thought you didn't want to talk to me when you didn't call after I sent you the letter."

"What letter? I called you several times and was told that you didn't want to talk to me."

"Darlene!" both of them said at the same time.

Jim fell back on the bed holding his head. Jenny got up and crawled in bed beside him.

"What was in that letter?" Jenny asked, pulling Jim into her arms. 

"I just said that I was sorry and that I had no right to judge you. I am truly sorry Jenny. You are the best thing that has happened to me since...since," Jim said and started to choke up.

"It's okay, I know what you mean. Over the last couple of days, I realized that you are very special to me. I am so sorry about last week," Jenny said as tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

"You don't need to apologize. I know you are a very sexual person. That's what I love about you. God I loved Sally, but you are so different, so free, so...I don't know, just different." 

Jenny had looked around the house in the couple of days that she had been there and seen all the photos of Sally. "You loved her a great deal didn't you?"

"Oh God, more than you could ever know," Jim said as tears streamed down his cheeks. Suddenly it all came down on him, the years of isolation, the loss of friends and then almost losing Jenny. Jim began to sob. "God, I never cried when Sally died. I wanted to but I couldn't," Jim said through his tears. "My family and friends thought I was cold and uncaring, but I really just died inside. They all deserted me for being cold. I wallowed in a world of self-pity for years. Then...then, oh God Jenny, I thought I lost you for my stupidity."

"Shhh," Jenny said and placed her fingers gently to his lips. Then she pulled him to her and gently touched his lips with hers. She heard Jim moan as her tongue came out to lightly trace his lips. Slowly their lips pressed together until the kiss turned passionate. 

"Oh Jenny, I feel things for you that I never thought I would feel again," Jim said as he looked up into Jenny's blue eyes. 

She smiled and pushed him back until he was lying on the pillow. Then she pecked him on the lips and smiled. "Just relax lover, let me take you to places that you have never been."

"Oh God," Jim said as Jenny kissed down his chin, licking across his "character" scar to his neck. Jim realized for the first time that he was totally naked under the covers. 

Jenny had on a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt. Not very sexy but she hadn't planned on being sexy. 

Jenny pulled the covers off of Jim, exposing his naked body. She licked Jim's neck, leaving little chills behind. Slowly she worked down his body until she was kissing around his nipples. She tweaked one while she sucked on the other. 

This was new to Jim. He didn't even know that his nipples were sensitive. He could feel his cock began to move as blood pumped into it.

Jenny left Jim's nipples and moved her tongue down across his flat stomach. She tickled his navel, pushing her tongue in and then leaving her sweet saliva behind. She used her teeth to gently bite his skin, sucking him here and there. 

Jim moaned as he watched this fantastic girl literally make love to his body. He could feel his excitement building as Jenny worked down his body. When she got close to his now pulsing cock he saw her make a detour, moving to this thighs. Jim moaned in frustration. 

Jenny was just beginning. She worked down his thighs, kissing and licking his legs. "Turn over lover," Jenny said.

Jim hesitated.

"Turn over lover," Jenny said again and pushed on Jim's hips. 

Jim hesitated then turned over onto his stomach, pressing his hard cock to the bed. He jumped when he felt Jenny's tongue on the back of his thighs. He felt her push his legs apart and crawl between. Slowly she worked up his thighs to the cheeks of his ass. Jim couldn't suppress a moan when he felt her begin to lick and bite his ass cheeks.

Jenny pushed Jim's legs as far apart as she could and bent her head to his quivering ass again. Her tongue ran gently down the crack, bringing another moan from Jim. She circled his cheeks, her tongue running down the grove between his cheek and thigh. She felt Jim jump like he had been stuck with a pin when her tongue touched the back of his balls. Then Jenny pushed Jim's ass cheeks apart and moved her tongue up. Suddenly she pushed her tongue inside Jim. 

Jim moaned in excitement, fighting to control his pulsing cock. God he couldn't believe this woman. Was there anything she wouldn't do he thought. "Ohhh, ohhhh," Jim moaned as Jenny worked her tongue in and out, circling his little hole. Jim though he would surely cum any minute.

Jenny was not about to let that happen. She kissed his tight little hole one last time then moved back and turned her lover over. She smiled when his cock sprang up, dripping juice, looking like it would shoot any second. Jenny moved up until she had her head on Jim's stomach, close to his cock. She held his cock in her hand and watched as his clear juice began to run down the shaft. Jenny used her finger to collect the stream of juice and rubbed it across the pulsing head. She placed her finger right on the tip, slowly rubbing the juice over the sensitive skin.

Jim was so close to a climax that he was afraid that he would cum any second. He felt Jenny wrap her hand around his cock and begin to move it slowly up and down. God what was she doing he thought. "Jenny, Jenny ...uh...wait...I can't hold...oh God," Jim moaned as his cock throbbed in her hand.

Jenny watched from close range as her lover's cock pulsed then throbbed and began to squirt juice directly into her face. She moaned but didn't pull away as Jim's cock shot his juice like a hose, hitting her cheek and spattering across her nose and dripping to her mouth. Jenny loved the feel of a man squirting his juice onto her body. She kept jerking his cock as he kept squirting. Her heart was beating wildly as she watched the cum continue to pour out until it dwindled to a trickle. She squeezed his cock, running her hand up the shaft, milking the last drop out. 

Jim couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never cum so hard in his life. He felt embarrassed as he lay there with Jenny's cheek still on his stomach. When Jenny lifted up and turned around, he saw his juice covering her smiling face. "God, I'm so sorry," Jim said as he felt his face flush. 

"Nothing to be sorry about lover," Jenny smiled, and then she giggled. "I wanted you to cum in my face. When I fuck this cock, I want it to last for a long time. Now you wait right here while I clean up a bit then I am going to get us something to eat," Jenny said and jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom. 

A short time later, Jenny brought a tray of food to the bedroom. She and Jim ate dinner and talked for a long time. They shared feelings and hopes. They talked about their families and friends. They even talked about Sally. They snuggled and kissed. 

Jenny felt so warm and protected as she lay in Jim's arms. She reached down and gently rubbed his stomach, moving toward his flaccid cock. When her hand reached for his cock, Jim stopped her.

"Can I...uh...can I, you know...uh do what I did to you in the office the other day?" Jim asked like a kid.

Jenny smiled at him and said, "You don't have to ask to eat my pussy baby, and you can have it anytime you want." She jumped up and pulled her shorts down and striped her top off. "How do you want me sweety," she asked.

Jim smiled and slid down until he was laying flat on the bed. 

Jenny knew what he wanted and stepped onto the bed and straddled his head. She looked down at her lover then slowly lowered her pussy. 

Jim was breathing hard as he watched Jenny's pussy move closer and closer to his mouth. He moaned when her soft pussy lips spread across his lips. His tongue came out and pushed into her body.

Jenny began to moan as she felt Jim's tongue move between her swollen lips. She looked down and could see that his eyes were closed. "Oh yes lover, suck my pussy, that's it, eat me," Jenny breathed as Jim pulled her pussy into his mouth. She tried to keep from smothering Jim, holding her weight back. Soon her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing her drooling pussy all over Jim's face. She moved down slightly and let Jim suck her clit into his mouth. That was all it took. Jenny's body trembled and shook as a powerful climax began in her pussy and ran up her body. Her legs spread, forcing her pussy onto Jim's face, juice pouring into his mouth. "Ohhhhh God Jim, oh God," Jenny moaned as her body trembled in pleasure. 

Jim was sure he was going to drown as he tried to swallow Jenny's pussy juice. Fortunately Jenny finished her climax and fell to the bed before Jim expired.

Then it was Jenny's turn again.

"God I need this cock in me baby," Jenny said, almost shaking with excitement again. She looked down and saw that Jim's cock was incredibly hard. Jenny stood on the bed and looked down at Jim. "I'm going to sit on that cock lover. I want to feel every inch of that hot cock in my body. Are you ready for me lover, are you ready to put your sweet cock in my hot pussy."

"Oh God Jenny, it's been so long. Please, please fuck me sweety."

Jenny locked her eyes on Jim's and slowly squatted. She reached for Jim's hands and entwined their fingers for support and began to lower herself. She moved forward a bit so that her pussy lips pulled Jim's cock up straight. The head was just inside the swollen lips of her pussy. Both lovers moaned as she began to move down. Slowly, ever so slowly she took his cock into her body.

Jim had forgotten the beautiful feeling of having a pussy wrapped around his cock. It felt so soft and warm. His head was spinning as he tried to keep his eyes tied to his lovers. God, he could practically see into her soul. "Oh God, oh God," Jim moaned as Jenny's pussy enveloped him in her warm flesh.

Jenny wanted desperately to push down hard and take Jim into her body. But she wanted it to last; she wanted to tease Jim, to make it good for him. So she moved slowly, an inch at a time. Finally she sat down, taking the last inch into her. She moaned in excitement as his cock touched the deepest part of her pussy.

Jim could no longer keep his eyes open, the pleasure was too great. He could feel his cock throbbing deep in her body, her pussy walls caressing every inch of his shaft. Jim squeezed Jenny's hands tight and she squeezed back. 

The two lovers stayed like that for several minutes, the warm glow of sexual union pulsing through their bodies. 

Jim opened his eyes and stared again into Jenny's. Slowly she began to move up, letting his cock slid out until just the tip was still inside. Again she paused.

"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh," Jim moaned as Jenny sat back down, taking him in deep in one smooth movement. 

Jenny moved up again and back down. Soon, her body was moving in a steady rhythm, taking Jim deep each time. "Oh God Jim you feel so good. Oh yes, oh yes, gooooddddd!"

"Fuck me Jenny, fuck meeee!" Jim moaned as Jenny began to bounce up and down. Jim was grateful that Jenny had gotten him off or he would have never lasted, the feeling was just too good. 

Soon the two lovers were moaning in pleasure as their bodies worked together; Jim pressing up, Jenny moving down, their hands squeezed tightly together. 

"Oh God Jenny, I can't hold out much longer," Jim warned.

"It's okay baby, I'm so close. Cum for me baby, cum deep in me," Jenny said, her hips moving rapidly up and down.

"Ohhhhhh, yessss, I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!! Oh God Jenny, I love you, I love you," Jim moaned as his cock pulsed and began to pour his juice into his lover's pussy.

"I love you sweetheart. Oh God, here it cums. Ahhhhhhh yes, yes, cum in me, ohhhhhhh!" Jenny screamed as her body began to convulse around Jim's squirting cock. 

Jenny's body collapsed onto Jim, their body's still locked together in sexual union. 

Jim kissed Jenny's face and said, "I meant what I said, I love you Jenny Bradford!"

"And I love you Jim Lewis." Both lovers had tears in their eyes as they kissed. 

To Be Continued...