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It Was Just a Short Story

By: Dinsmore



This is a combination of sweet romance and a nasty stroke story. I hope that it will alternately bring a happy tear to the eye while also getting other juices flowing. 

She had dodged the bullet for the second time but knew what was inevitable. This man was the best thing to enter her life since...ever? He was handsome, successful and divorced. He seemed generally fond of her young son. He had been very generous and had not abused her in any way. This had been the second time his cock had slid across her forbidden hole where his fingers had already been on more than one occasion; she knew he wanted to fuck her there...sodomize her. 

He had put his mouth back there...his tongue just inside. She was ashamed at how much it had excited her; even more so when she had reciprocated and that too had excited her. He wanted to fuck her in the ass...like some men did to each other. 

Two weeks earlier a girl friend in her apartment complex had convinced her to get dressed up and accompany her to a local club which had a reputation for better male clientele than any of the other similar places in town. Attractive young women had no problem gaining entrance; men were screened and not all measured up to the strict standards. 

Her son was with his father for the weekend. The "new man" and his friend had chatted with them at the bar. The other couple knew each other and hooked up fairly quickly. She had let him drive her home; they had stopped along the river and he had tried to kiss her but she had not responded favorably, turning her head away from him. Her friend had whispered in her ear as they were preparing to separate. 

"Honey, take this one home and fuck his brains out! He's cute, well dressed and Roger says he's got serious coin." 

She had not been trying to be coy when she held him off over the following week. They had made out on her living room floor and he had touched her pussy. She had decided that she would have to sleep with him over the coming weekend or he would lose interest. 

Men expected that; she was neither terribly experienced nor particularly enthusiastic about sex. She had had sex with three men in her life. The first had been her high school boy friend on the night of the senior prom in the back seat of his daddy's car and it had not been particularly pleasant. 

Her husband of four years hadn't done much to spark her enthusiasm. She had pretty much decided that sex was overrated. There had been a third man but it had been little more than a one night stand although they had fucked three times over a three day period; it had been more exciting than her previous carnal activities.

That man had encouraged her to suck his cock; it was a first for her and less distasteful than she had expected except when he came in her mouth and she almost choked to death. Still, she had enjoyed the feeling of his smooth hard rod in her mouth and evidently had taken him deeper and sucked him better than he had expected. He had told her she was a good little cock sucker; in spite of her repressed and overly religious upbringing she had smiled. It was nice to know she did something well. 

This one had not called her for three days and she assumed he would just move on much as the other men she had met and been interested in since her divorce had done. When he had called, he told her the upcoming weekend was his turn with his two kids but he'd call her the first of the week. 

He invited her to dinner on a weeknight and her friend from the apartment complex offered to baby sit. He took her to a very nice restaurant on the water; it was the nicest place she had ever been. All of the other women there were far more elegant and stylish than she would ever be. She wasn't unattractive but probably no better than cute and certainly not pretty or beautiful she thought. Her body was her prime asset; her tits were larger than average and at her young age still quite firm and self supporting. Her ass was prominent, a "bubble butt" but she stayed in good shape and her proportions were very appealing. 

They had made out in his expensive car in her complex parking lot; he had fingered her and almost made her cum or at least she thought so. She knew the signs of an impending orgasm but had never really had one. She didn't masturbate; blame her Baptist preacher father and sexually inhibited mother for that one. 

She looked very sexy; men at work often made passes at her which were more often crude than effective. They somehow assumed that she was one hot little fuck. In point of fact, she was woefully inexperienced and still not sure that sex was everything it was cracked up to be. Then this one entered her life. 

She had decided they would "do it" the first time at her apartment early on a Saturday morning. They had made out again on her couch and it had moved to her bed. She had excused herself and gone into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She had inserted a Norform in the mistaken belief that it would protect her from pregnancy. 

She had donned the only sexy lingerie she owned, straight from Wal-Mart. It consisted of a one piece bustier with matching see-through panties and garter clips. She'd added fish net stockings. She left the bathroom as nervous as she had ever been in her life. At least he had been kind enough not to laugh at her. She had been surprised that he was still dressed. 

His hands had excited her as they explored her nubile young body. He had whispered, "Let's take this off" and quickly removed her low budget seduction attire. He had gone down on her quickly and it had excited her. The strong taste and odor of the suppository had not excited him. 

He had led her to the bathroom, rummaged through her drawers to find a disposable douche and motioned for her to sit on the toilet. To her shock and consternation he had spread her thighs, inserted the nozzle and flushed the offending substance from her vagina, all the while kissing her and softly caressing her breasts. 

"I don't want to get pregnant!" 

"That damn thing isn't going to keep you from getting pregnant and it smells like Lysol. I've had a vasectomy --- had my tubes tied --- can't possibly get you pregnant. I'll wear a condom if you don't believe me." 

He had escorted her back to the bedroom and gone down on her again; he had not undressed. She found something appallingly lustful and improper that he had not removed his own clothing. She had almost come to believe that there was something wrong with her; that she was frigid. She was certain that she was not as normally orgasmic as other women. He had been patient with her; she could feel the warm glow spreading through her body. After eating her far longer than any other man had ever bothered, she came. 

Her hips bucked; she screamed, she moaned and whimpered. It was more than the first orgasm a man had ever given her; it was the first one she had ever experienced and in that instant her perspective on sex began to change. He had kissed her and the taste of her own fresh but musky cunt had not been as distasteful as she had thought it would be. He had smiled benevolently. She had changed position and taken his hard cock in her mouth. 

While she had with that one other man discovered that she could evidently accept more of a man's dick in her mouth than many other women, she really knew nothing about giving a blow job. Again, he was patient; he coached her and she did not protest. She even began to genuinely enjoy the feeling of his stiff smooth cock in her mouth. She was terrified that he would cum and she would gag and completely spoil the mood. He withdrew before cumming and kissed her again. He coaxed her over on her front and up on her knees. She had never had sex this way before --- from the rear. She said so. 

She knew she was very wet; with her ex-husband she had often had to use K-Y due to a lack of normal lubrication. He caressed her full rump and inserted fingers inside her. Without thinking she responded by moving her hips. She felt his bulbous cock head exploring and seeking its entrance. 

He was completely inside her in one, smooth deep stroke. The position obviously allowed him deeper penetration; she'd read that somewhere. She was very sure he was deeper inside her than any other man had ever been. She could easily feel his rock hard prick grazing her walls. Her son had been born via Caesarian so she still was tight there. As he began slow, deep and persistent thrusts, she began to enjoy the sensation more than at any other time she could recall. He stroked her young ass, fingered her little bud and touched her full breasts. She knew from previous experience that the pleasant feeling would end in a matter of seconds when he came. 

Something made her glance at the bed side clock. The next time she glanced at it fifteen minutes had passed and he was still inside her, still very hard...still fucking her. A minute later she came for the second time in her life and it was even more intense than the first one. 

He had whispered to her: "good girl." 

She did in fact feel very proud of herself but alarmed that possibly he had something wrong with him, or she didn't excite him because he had not yet cum inside her. She felt his ardor and pace increase and within a matter of seconds he came, filling her tight little cavern with his cream. She was shocked when he moved to her head, gently rolled her on side and presented his still firm organ to her lips. 

She took it in her mouth; she found the taste of his cum and her secretions not remotely unpleasant. He didn't jump up immediately and run to the bathroom nor did he roll over and fall asleep. He held her, nuzzled her neck, stroked her body and made her feel quite wonderful. 

They didn't talk. Far sooner than she would have expected, he was very hard again and making his intentions clear. This was a completely new experience for her. He was going to fuck her again --- twice in less than an hour. He paused, exited the bed and went to the bathroom; she heard him pissing. She heard him rummaging in the drawers again. He came out and went to her small kitchenette, returning with a small metal bowl. Wordlessly he lifted her to a near sitting position on the bed, shoved a towel under her rump and retrieved a safety razor and a can of shaving gel from the bathroom. He had warmed the can under the spigot; he began to lather her excessively hirsute private areas.

She was at first fearful but soon began to enjoy the special attention he was paying to her little mound. He removed all of the hair that had sprouted at the crease of her hips and thighs and then proceeded to trim her pussy tighter than even she herself had ever done in preparation for a day at the beach. When he wiped there with the warm washcloth her pussy lips were devoid of hair. 

He had left a rather artfully trimmed strip just above her slot. He'd instructed her to roll over and get up on her knees and spread her full butt cheeks with her hands. He had removed every vestige of hair from her ass. She was shocked but terribly aroused. She had felt his warm breath and incidental touch on her dirty place and was ashamed at how good it felt. 

He had positioned her exactly the way he wanted her, propped up with pillows behind her back in a slightly reclined and near sitting position. He had moved between her legs, fondled her firm breasts, kissed her and entered her again. She couldn't help herself. For the first time in her life she was in a position to watch a fat cock split her thin, delicate labia. The visual stimuli excited her. 

He took her small hand and placed her fingers directly over her clit. She had never touched herself there before. She was quite startled at how good her fingers made her feel. Long before his ejaculation she had enjoyed three whimpering orgasms. 

He removed himself from inside her and placed his slippery organ between her breasts. He was going to do something dirty; he wanted to fuck her tits. She helped him by pushing them together. The slippery tool stroking her sensitive full breasts excited her as did the fingers that he allowed to stray behind him along her tight little crease. 

He rearranged the pillow behind her head and she knew what he wanted her to do. Each time his long pecker would move upward between her breasts she would feel his hard nuts slap her belly. She opened her mouth and his cock head would just enter her mouth with each stroke. He came with a roar and more than half of his load ended up in her mouth. 

She held it there, rolling the viscous fluid around with her tongue; some leaked out. With what might have appeared to be a grimace she swallowed and the remainder slipped down her throat and she didn't choke on it. She wanted more, greedily raising her head to clean his cock; she was rewarded with one final squirt which excited her. "Good girl." He had said it again. 

They showered together some time later; she'd never done that before. He had washed her, paying particular attention to her pussy and her ass. He'd slipped just the tip of a soapy finger inside that forbidden place and it had startled her senses. She knew that was very wrong but it had not been unpleasant. 

He had told her to pack a small suitcase; they were going down the coast to a world famous beach resort that she knew was quite exclusive. It was less than two hours away. In the car on the way he had encouraged her to pull her short skirt up as he drove and show him her panties. 

He had said: "Take them off; take off the panties and show me your pretty little pussy." 

She had protested; he had been persistent. She had given in. 

"You don't masturbate very often, do you, Debbie? Play with yourself; get off with your fingers." 

It had been so blatant and improper. "No. My parents were very religious...very strict. It was a sin. . . only bad girls did it." 

"Please do it for me...now."

She touched herself there and then retreated. 

"No, not like that, don't stop, keep doing that. Play with yourself. Make yourself cum."

"I don't think I can."

"You came several times this morning when I was fucking and eating you. Was that exciting for you?" 

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely. 

"Think about me fucking you; think about my hard cock deep inside your pretty little pussy. Close your eyes and think about how good it felt and make yourself cum."

She obeyed. The top was down on his fancy little two seat foreign sports car. The warm air was blowing her medium length blond hair; she could feel it tickling her folds and much to her surprise she came in a matter of seconds. 

"Good girl," he had said, reaching over to feel her slippery slot. She started to retrieve her underpants. He stopped her. "Leave them off."

When they pulled into the front of the absurdly luxurious resort, she had tried again to retrieve them. He had grabbed them from her and put them in his pocket. As the uniformed doorman opened the door on her side of the low slung roadster, she was sure he could easily see her still glistening little slot. She was embarrassed. As they walked in to register she told him. 

"You are not the first attractive woman without panties whose door he has opened. If he saw your cunt, he wouldn't let on in a million years. You have an adorable little pussy; you should be proud of it. If he did catch a glimpse, you made his day." 

She caught a glimpse of the registration; he registered with his real name adding, "and Debbie." The clerk didn't bat an eyelash. The room went for seven hundred dollar for the single night. He tipped the bellman who had carried their two small suitcases from the car and said, "we can handle it from here." 

They entered a spacious elevator which actually took them four flights down to their room. The hotel was built on a cliff and they had entered over forty feet above the ocean. He kissed her and fingered her in the elevator. When he ushered her into the room, she quickly discovered that it was actually three rooms not counting the bathroom and was positioned only a few yards from the crashing surf. He slid the broad glass doors open; they pocketed completely out of sight. There were a few people meandering along the beach; the first woman she saw was not wearing a top to her bathing suit. She turned to him in shock. 

"This part of the beach is 'partially' clothing optional. The hotel is built at a point where the coast line makes a right angle. The beach on the other side is more 'family oriented'." 

"I don't think I could..."

"Of course you could! Your breasts are magnificent and real; many of the ones you will see on the beach are neither." 

"Do people..."

"Around to the left the beach is essentially topless and bottomless." 

"Oh!" 

His talented fingers found her little slot again. "You have a beautiful body, Debbie. You're cute with your clothes on but you are quite magnificent without them. Let me see what you brought with you." He said, digging through her small suitcase. 

"Come on! We need to do some shopping. Here!" He said, finding what even she realized was the best dress she owned. "Put this on."

He wordlessly undressed her and then redressed her in the sleek, simple black shift. She grabbed a pair of panty hose from the suitcase. 

"No, you don't need those; your legs are quite flawless. You don't need the bra either...nor the underwear." 

"I can't go out in public like this!" 

"You can and you will. Be proud of what God gave you, Debbie. Stand up straight, put your shoulders back and walk like you own the place." 

She recognized the high end names of the stores in the hotel shopping arcade but had never in her life been in any of their outlets nor been able to afford their outrageously priced clothes. She was shocked the first time he went in a dressing room with her although the staff acted as if it was a regular occurrence. 

An hour later they returned to their room with over two thousand dollars worth of purchases that amounted to three outfits and a bathing suit that essentially covered nothing. He had also bought her a pearl choker with a matching bracelet: fifteen hundred dollars. He helped her don a stunning and quite revealing sun dress and took her hand to lead her to a dining room that opened onto the beach. 

The dress material was almost transparent; she was certain that with the sun at the right angle anyone paying attention could see the dark vee at the top of her legs and the tight crease of her exquisite young ass. She was, of course, correct in her assumption. 

The men and women varied in age but all had that look that said they belonged. She did not feel as if she did. The men were attractive; a number of the women were quite stunning. He sensed her lack of confidence. 

"Most of these women here have had plastic surgery; so have many of the men. They are well-to-do and can be unbearably snooty. You are a very pretty girl; there is not a man or woman in the place that won't instantly know that those are your own home grown mammary glands and you have a rump that makes women jealous and men hard. You're wearing a six hundred dollar sun dress. 

"You are undoubtedly the only natural blond in the room. They don't know who you are --- only I do --- and I'm certainly not going to tell them. If they stare at you --- it's because you look better than they do without a physician's expertise --- just stare right back at them and flash that adorable little smile of yours. Fuck 'em." 

He turned her face toward his with his hands. "Debbie, you're not stupid and you don't come off as or talk like a bumpkin. You may not have a lot of education but you've done a better than average job of broadening your horizons --- you read, for Christ's sake, a lost avocation --- much to my initial surprise. Right now you feel like a shop girl; that's what you do and all you will ever be if that's all you believe you can ever be. Go ahead; our table is ready." 


It Was Just a Short Story



He encouraged her to talk about herself and her life to date more than he had done during their previous encounters. Fortunately the menu was in English; the prices for a simple lunch astounded her. A hint of melancholy crept to the surface. He likes my tits and ass; he just wants to fuck me. There is no future here; I was just being a stupid little hick shop girl if I thought differently. 

Still, he had been nice to her; he had been more generous than any man she had ever known. It shocked her as she also came to the realization that he excited her. The fucking --- she hated the fact that the word was becoming too easily a part of her consciousness --- had been quite enjoyable. He certainly wouldn't expect her to return the clothes...maybe the jewelry. 

She was about to have what would probably be an amazing lunch in one of the world's top four or five star resorts. She had met him almost exactly two weeks ago; she doubted that he would still be in her life two weeks hence. There was another surprise immediately following lunch. He led her down another exquisite hallway. 

"You have good hair, Debbie, but an awful hair cut! Let's take care of that next." 

Less than forty-five minutes later she looked in the mirror and examined her new $150 cut. She almost didn't recognize herself. It brought something out in her face that went beyond cute. He said the word first. 

"Adorable. Absolutely adorable!" He was right, she realized, grinning as she took one last look in the mirror. She'd never looked this good and it had been nothing more than a haircut. He hugged her affectionately and kissed her forehead. For just a second, she felt better, less like a shop girl he seemingly enjoyed fucking and more like... someone special. 

He spoke. "Let's talk about makeup --- you don't really need any. Lipstick, sure in the evening, but your color is wrong --- too dark. The first night I met you...that eye shadow...throw it away along with the liner! You have good facial bone structure and remarkably good size and shape to your eyes. Maybe a little blush in the evening but beyond that you just don't paint a Jaguar with house paint. You have a fresh scrubbed look that other women spend a fortune trying to reproduce artificially. Be proud of it." 

"Why, thank you, Professor 'iggins!" She had intoned in her best mock cockney accent. Maybe it was the haircut. Maybe she had accepted the fact that it was a short story and not a full length fairy tale so she might as well make the best of it and enjoy herself. She was going to stop worrying and being tentative. Fuck him if he couldn't take a joke. 

To her surprise, he took her in his arms in a way unlike he or any other man had ever done before and he kissed her. The kiss excited and scared her; it was very close to that magic kiss that all little girls dream about and it didn't fit with their current situation. He broke the kiss; he was laughing but somehow she knew he wasn't laughing at her. 

"That is the first time in two weeks that you have remotely pushed back at me. If I'd known what effect a good haircut could have, I would have dragged you to the nearest salon before our first dinner together!" They both laughed...together. "And that is the first time you've laughed --- really laughed. You should do it more often. You are captivating and completely irresistible when you laugh like that." 

"You are right; must be the haircut." She smiled; he kissed her again. She spoke again. "Now that I'm on a roll and before I hang my tits out on the beach, or you fuck me again --- which I'm really looking forward to --- could we go sit down, sip something without an umbrella in it --- a beer would be nice? And I just said the 'F' word out loud and to a man and I've never done that before. You are a terrible influence." 

He kissed her again and rubbed her back softly. "I don't mean to be a terrible influence, Debbie. I like you. . . I'm very fond of you." 

They walked silently to the nearest bar and ordered two beers. "I like you too; you are probably the nicest man I've ever gone out with or even met for that matter. You were kind to my son and you have been very generous. You've also unleashed something inside me --- the sex --- that scares and thrills me." 

She gave him a very quick synopsis of her previous and dismal sex life. He did not let go of her hand as she went on. "Robert, I know this isn't going anywhere; we're not even from the same planet...very different socio-economic circles. When I first met you, like all naïve little shop girls, I had my hopes. Now I accept the fact that you find me attractive, sexy --- whatever --- and your primary interest is fucking me? Before you came into my life that idea would have...pissed me off? I deal with that crap every day at work...tits and ass and the clumsy passes that go with being a shop girl with prominent body parts." 

"Debbie, you are much more than..."

"Hush! I'm almost done. I'm a single mother; like all silly little divorced, single mother shop girls I eye every man I meet in terms of my future...my son's future. I know this isn't a movie; I know you and I have no future. I'm going to let you off the hook. I'm going to do something I've never done before --- never could have imagined doing. Being your hot little arm trophy...it's frighteningly enjoyable.

"Sex with you is quite amazing and unlike anything I could have imagined. So, Robert, I accept the lack of a future and you don't have to pretend that there could be one. Let's have fun together --- I plan to --- until that time comes when you tire of me and need to move on. Please don't just vanish or not call me. Just be honest and tell me it's over, it was fun, and I need to move on now. I'll accept it with no tears and certainly no regrets." 

He got off his bar stool, took her in his arms and kissed her in what was very close to being another magical kiss. He sat back down, took her hands in his and just smiled at her. "Wow!" 

"Wow?" 

"I have unleashed a monster! I knew you were special; I knew that there was far more than met the eye in spite of the fact that what met the eye was very pleasing. Damn, woman, you've got heart, grit and guts!" 

"Glad to know I have more than nice tits and a hot ass! Speaking of them, let's go to the beach. The bathing suit you bought me leaves little to the imagination but, I guess, 'if you got it, flaunt it' seems appropriate. Let's go." 

The body of her full breasts was barely covered by the thin top; the darker areola surrounding each pert nipple was very visible. The bottom consisted of a thong back with a wispy skirt that did not quite reach to the lower extreme of her full, tight butt cheeks. The front covered her slit --- more or less. 

She was glad he had shaved her tightly earlier in the day. They walked out the slider and joined the other couples either lounging in partially covered portable cabanas or parading on display along the water line. The other men and women noticed her immediately and could not help looking at her.

The other women were certainly very attractive and sexy. Debbie had that perfect combination that made men hard and women envious. The combination of fresh scrubbed Midwestern wholesomeness coupled with a body devoid of artificial augmentation that screamed eroticism from every angle. They reclined together in the unit obviously intended for their suite. A waiter appeared out of nowhere and took their drink orders. 

"What do you do, Robert --- when you're not seducing and corrupting innocent little shop girls?" she inquired with a salacious grin. 

"I'm in real estate." 

"I doubt that you wear one of those silly little yellow polyester jackets; tell me more." 

"I develop, build and market office parks and buildings." 

"Family business?" 

"Hardly! My father and mother are quite comfortable; my dad's a prominent heart surgeon, quite possibly the top in his field in the world. Before you start searching for the silver spoon I was born with, Dad's heritage was decidedly lower-middle to middle- middle class.

"He expected us --- I have an older sister and a younger brother --- to pull our own weight; we all held jobs even in high school. We earned scholarships and worked our way through college. I never had any interest in medicine --- or law; my mother is an attorney --- I managed a grubby little university apartment complex in college, ended up leveraging a buy out of a similar one while I was in grad school and quickly became a twenty-four year old slum lord. A commercial developer needed my properties as part of a much bigger project. I made a tidy profit on the sale. He offered me a job which is where I first learned the business. I reinvested my profits in the commercial property boom in the early eighties and one thing led to another. What do you do, Debbie?" 

"I work for an independent mortgage broker; I put all the pieces of a home mortgage together; we sell all of our paper so all of the government 't's' and 'i's' need to be crossed and dotted. He's a decent guy to work for; he's given me several pay raises and bonuses because I do my job well and he doesn't want to lose me --- and he doesn't try to get in my pants. I'll take a second job between now and Christmas to make a little extra holiday money. 

"My child support just barely pays for a little larger and nicer apartment than I could afford --- or would need --- otherwise. My ex is generous when it comes to buying things for Chad. He's engaged and she seems nice and has been good to my son. I'll work at the mall, preferably in a retail sales job with commissions. Last year it was one of those cosmetic kiosks but this year..." She started to giggle. He looked at her quizzically. 

"I'm going to be working at one of those lingerie places; I do get an employee discount so next time --- if there is a next time --- no more Wal-Mart bustier! Come on! Let's go for a walk so we can show off this bathing suit --- and my tits and ass. You paid for 'em, you might as well get the opportunity to show 'em off. You've got a pocket—take the sunscreen." 

They walked down the beach toward the totally nude section; Debbie removed her top well before they got there. She soon realized that she easily had the best rack in sight. It gave her a sense of pride. She chuckled cynically. I'm a nice girl who was brought up to be decent; I'm not stupid; I may not have finished college but I'm neither stupid nor ignorant. I have a good heart and have to believe that somewhere out there is a man that would love me for more than my body.

This man, probably the nicest one she had ever met, wasn't really interested in much beyond her body and how her orifices could make him feel. He was fun to be with; he excited her physically as no man ever had. He was generous and kind. She knew that she was destined to be little more than his short term arm piece and playmate. She felt more than a tinge of Midwestern Baptist guilt at the fact that she was enjoying being on display purely as a sex object. She rationalized that it would be a short ride and she might as well enjoy it. 

The majority of the men in the nude section wore skimpy Speedos but some did not. All of the women were topless and bottomless regardless of their ages. She removed her skimpy bottom immediately. 

"What's good for the goose --- strip Robert! Your cock would appear to be able to hold it's own in this little parade." He did so. 

He was a very handsome man. His body had a lean, chiseled muscularity that drew numerous appreciative glances but not as many as hers did. So this is what it felt like to have total strangers see everything, she thought to herself. She wasn't sure her parents ever got naked together unless the lights were turned off. What thrilled and disturbed her was how good it felt; the sun warming her breasts; the soft breeze tickling her pussy...my God, he had created a monster, hadn't he? 

There were small trails leading off into the dunes obviously well maintained by the resort staff. Impetuously she took his hand and led him down the closest one. There were coolers of water placed strategically and piles of towels; in some places soft, dark green sod had been laid and was obviously attended. It was quite clear to her why these little trails and rest areas had been provided. 

"Here! I need some sunscreen on those places I can't reach," she said, handing Robert the tube of creamy emollient. He needed no instruction, paying particular attention to her full globes...and in between. His finger strayed there, rimming her forbidden place. It slipped inside. She did not protest; it felt better than she would have expected; her cunt was very wet. She grabbed his hand. She wasn't going to be able to dodge the bullet this time...wasn't sure she wanted to. 

"I've never done it that way before and I'm very scared. Your digital and oral attention to that place tells me you have...and you enjoy it...expect it. I understand our relationship but...please don't hurt me?" 

Wordlessly he began working the slippery SPF15 into her bowels. She was a little ashamed at how good the single finger felt in there...a single finger fucking her ass hole. She moved with the invasion. The second finger only added to the enjoyment; the third was at first more than she was prepared for. 

He was being very gentle, watching her closely for the signs that she was uncomfortable. It got better. He dropped the tube on the grass and put his arms around her, nipping her ear lobes and nuzzling her neck. "Relax." He whispered hoarsely; his ragged breathing said he was very excited. She felt his fat cock head probing...seeking its alternate entrance...and then it was inside her. 

She gasped; in spite of his preparation, it burned at first and fear almost made her stop him. He stayed motionless, allowing her to adjust. The fullness was at first disturbing, uncomfortable but not painful. She put her hands back to indicate that he should hold for a minute before continuing his assault on her rectum. His cock was very hard; it was only halfway inside her dirty place. 

He resumed his advance; she soon felt his soft public hair tickling her ass. She giggled. He took that as the sign that she was ready to be sodomized. She still wasn't sure that she was but it really didn't matter; he had completed his penetration of her most private place and she knew full well that he would not stop until he had cum inside her. 

The fullness became less disconcerting and started to feel...good. She was amazed at how sensitive her rectal walls seemed to be; it was as if she could feel every bump and blood vessel on his big tool. His hands found her breasts; one directed her own to her slimy little slot. His mouth was caressing her neck and back. Her hips involuntarily began to roll in concert with his deep strokes. 

The staying power he had shown earlier in the day in her little cunt seemed to desert him. Because her ass was so hot and tight? He knew she was a virgin there? He'd never fucked this particular playmate up the ass? He really did care and didn't want to hurt her the first time? The first time...that meant that she accepted the fact there would be a second and subsequent times. 

When the orgasm completely snuck up on her thanks to her own finger work and the sense of being so completely taken and dominated by this handsome man, it was beyond any feeling she could have imagined. She felt his deflating cock slide out of her; she reached backed there, alarmed that her ass hole had not slammed shut and relieved when it quickly assumed its normal role as barrier. 

He turned her around and kissed her...made her feel special...even loved. He had sent a surprisingly high volume load of cum deep in her bowels. She broke the kiss reluctantly when she realized that it wanted to get out --- soon. The alarm on her face registered with him. He gently pushed her shoulders indicating that she should squat down. 

"I need to..."

"I know; typical response. Just force it out." 

"Here? With you..."

"Baby, relax...I put it there --- remember? Don't be self conscious about pushing it out of there in front of me." 

She did so, almost turning red with embarrassment at the sloppy fart sounds that accompanied the expelling of his viscous essence. He kissed her; she giggled and hugged him. Another milestone for little Debbie; she'd let a man fuck --- and cum in --- her ass. 

Her Baptist roots plagued her consciousness but only fleetingly as she wondered how much lower she would slip with this man...any man. She would not let him share her with anyone...male or female. No pain...no restraints...so it would seem this was the depths of the depravity she would accept? She giggled when she thought about her weekly phone call home. Hey, mom, I let a man fuck me up the butt; you and dad should try it sometime. 

He asked what was so funny; she told him and he too giggled. She was pretty sure the ass fuck would not go in her hand written journal...or would it? 

They returned to their suite to dress for dinner. They showered again and this time she sat on the corner shower seat and blew him with no small degree of enthusiasm. He told her he was about to cum and started to pull out. She shook her head and moaned. She needed to learn to do this. She was also honest enough with herself to admit that she was incredibly turned on about what was soon going to occur. 

His load of cream was smaller than before; she was able to take all of it and swallow it without gagging. She looked up at him and grinned like a little girl who had just gotten an 'A' in a spelling test. He hugged and kissed her; he made her feel safe. 

"Good girl" he said. 

She was pretty sure she wasn't a good girl anymore... just a good little cock sucker. 

He helped her don the little black dress which cost more than she made in a week. She didn't even bother attempting to don panty house, bra or undies. He didn't want her that way; he wanted her assets on display. In the amazing designer dress, they were perfectly presented. He placed the pearl choker around her neck and helped her with the matching earrings and bracelet. 

She examined herself in the full length mirror; she looked quite glamorous. Did she look like she belonged --- here and with this man? Or would the other people see her for exactly what she had quickly become, a stupid little shop girl peddling her butt for a little kindness and some finery. Yet there was that hint of an Audrey moment; his gentle kiss and strong arms helped her buy into the canard. 

"Good girl," he said. "You will be the most beautiful woman there." 

At dinner she was glad she still remembered a few words of her high school French. The prices were even more exorbitant than the lunch menu had been. As he prepared to order wine, she told him she knew nothing about wine and wasn't sure she even liked it. He ordered a "flight" of several different wines and gave her a quick education. 

By the time she had sampled each selection, she was beginning to understand the allure of good wine, not that she expected she would herself be buying any in the foreseeable future. She was his protégée and he was her mentor; he'd make a lady of her as surely as the professor had done so with Miss Doolittle.... and a slut. 

"Debbie, do you like to dance?" 

"All good Midwestern Baptists girls love to dance --- it's one of the seven deadly Baptist sins. Yes, I love to dance." 

After dinner they ended up taking resort transportation to a nearby club. To her shock, the quartet playing was one she had actually heard of and she even had a CD of their work. They played fast and slow songs. Debbie was a good dancer but, on this night in that amazing dress, she felt more wantonly exhibitionist than she could ever have imagined.

She ground her amazing rump into his crotch; she felt his hard cock through the fabric. His was not the only hard prick in the room. More than one woman was having words with the man that brought her. Robert was a magnificent dancer, slow or fast. It was during the slow numbers that she felt most like Audrey or Julie. She stifled a tear at the acceptance of the fact that it was all just a play and quite probably in one act. 




It Was Just a Short Story



She had known they would have sex when they returned to their suite. His ardor thrilled and excited her. His ability to get hard and stay hard delighted and amazed her. They fucked everywhere and every way. She had at first thought that her favorite had been a delightfully nasty ass fuck out on the terrace a few yards away from the crashing surf.

She had accommodated his ample fuck tool with no discomfort that second time he had taken her anally. She had even sucked him after and it had not been remotely repugnant. Later they had gone down and stood in the warm surf and he had taken her little pussy from behind. In the early dawn hours, he had made love to her. She was glad he did but also somehow wished he hadn't. This was not about love and his tenderness almost allowed her to lose her grip on that reality. 

On Sunday, they dined on fine food, walked on the beach and screwed almost hourly. He bought her nice things. She had told him that she needed to be home by five since Chad would be dropped off by his father at six. 

He had held her tightly and kissed her tenderly just inside the doorway of her modest apartment. "I'm gone for the week and next weekend I'm with my kids. I'll stay in touch. The following weekend is a holiday --- three day weekend. Can you get away or..."

She nodded. "Chad is with his dad that weekend. Sure." 

"Let's plan on dinner sometime during that week. I've got a couple of late dinner meetings I can't blow off." 

"Sounds nice," she had whispered, wondering if this was the beginning of how he would end it. 

Monday morning an impressive bouquet of exquisite roses was delivered to her desk accompanied by a short but sweet note. Her co-workers were impressed. Her boss even got a tear in his eye. Debbie was a special girl; he hoped that whoever the man was he would never hurt her. Two evenings later a courier delivered a little blue box with a hand tied bow to her apartment. Inside were earrings, classically simple diamond studs. The following evening during a break from her part time job at the mall she entered the store whose signature was that little blue box. 

"These are a gift from a friend; I need to have them insured. How much will it cost to have them appraised?" 

"Let me take a look," said the mildly officious but very professional salesman. "They're definitely ours --- here take a look through the scope. That's our mark and serial number micro-laser engraved on each. I can look them up on the computer and tell you exactly what they are worth...no charge since we sold them or at least our company did. 

"We don't carry anything of this quality here; while no diamond is truly flawless, these are as close as it gets. I'm a licensed gemologist and I can't find a flaw. Generally with stones like these only the man who cut the gems knows. The clarity is as good as I've ever seen. Let me see...ah! Here they are! Five thousand and change...each; I'll print it off for you." 

She thanked him, reinserted them in her pierced ears and walked back to work. Earrings worth close to what she made in six months? Were they a token because he had enjoyed her mouth, cunt and ass more than others? Was this a typical playmate gift? Was this to make her feel that she had "gotten her money's worth" by being so accommodating and easy? Was it the beginning of the end? 

He called her for dinner on Tuesday the following Monday. She called her ex-husband and asked if Chad could spend the night and if there would be any problem getting him to school. Fortunately any animosity between them had quickly faded following the divorce. He was more than happy to oblige and thanked her for letting him be a part of Chad's normal routine. She thought Robert might want to spend the night and wanted to be prepared. In spite of herself she felt a twinge of Midwestern guilt when she realized how much she had missed his cock. 

He had greeted her at the door tenderly and affectionately; she was wearing another outfit he had bought her that she had not had the chance to wear at the resort. He asked about Chad; she told him. He asked her if she could spend the night. 

"Where do you live?" 

"I have a place here; it's a high rise downtown and not really what I like. Ultimately I need to find or build something more permanent. I'm in the throes of moving much of my business to this city. It's a booming market and it's within an hour of my ex-wife and my children." 

She thanked him for the earrings at dinner. They dined at another five star restaurant which had private desert rooms. He was pleased that she had remembered and not donned underwear. He had fingered her cunt while kissing her and she had cum quickly. The rooms were completely private and he had made it clear to the waiter that they didn't want to be disturbed. She had leaned over, unzipped his fly and blown him right there. He had cum in her mouth; she had swallowed, feeling deliciously slutty at what she had done. 

They went dancing again not far from the restaurant; the fairytale had been rekindled at least for another night and the weekend that would follow. They walked a short distance to the lobby of one of the newest and most glamorous of the new sky scrapers gracing the young city's skyline. 

He inserted a card into a slot by what seemed to be a special elevator. They were soon hurtling skyward in their private glass and steel gondola on an exterior corner of the building. He held her and kissed her; he pushed the tight skirt she was wearing up to her hips and slid his strong hands along the crease between her prefect cheeks and rimmed her tightly wound little muscle. She wanted him there. 

"Can you stop this thing?" she whispered. 

Wordlessly he did so and they were suspended almost seven hundred feet above the city. She opened her small purse and rummaged through its spare contents. Lip balm? A little menthol...that might be interesting. 

"Here! It's the best I can do...don't skimp...then fuck me in the ass. You like to fuck me in the ass, don't you, Robert? The little shop girl has a really, hot tight little ass and you were the first man and the only man that's ever made her take his hard cock inside there. You want me that way --- admit it! Say it!" 

"I want to fuck your hot, tight little ass." 

"Say please?" 

"Please, Debbie, let me fuck you in the ass!" 

"I don't want to feel your wool trousers against by ass...take 'em...no, take everything off. And then, push my skirt up and put your cock where you want to put it...where I want you to put it...fuck me in the ass, Robert!" 

She knew she turned him on; she also knew that this time he was almost crazed with desire for her...or at least for her hot little chute. He was naked, on his knees, adoring her dirty little hole with his mouth. Her fingers found her folds. One of his stroked her perineum as he tongue fucked her rear. 

"I want to cum like this before you sodomize me...I'm very close.... yesssssss!" 

She felt his fingers back there; she felt the cool glow of the lip balm and then she felt his cock. He was not as gentle as he had been at the resort; she didn't need or want him to be. She came again and almost a third time when she felt his hot cream splash her insides. His still stiff organ slipped out of her. "Hurry!" she said. "I don't want to mess up the carpet...hit that up button!" 

"No need to hurry." He had said, almost calmly. "Bend over again." And then he had done the nastiest thing any man had ever done. Spreading her full butt cheeks with his strong hands he had relieved her backside of its viscous deposit...he'd sucked his cum out of her ass as a finger crept around her hip and found her turgid little clit. The sheer depravity coupled with the actions of his talented finger brought her off again. She turned around, slipped to her knees and kissed him before he could protest. 

"That was a new experience for me; I've never done that before. I wasn't sure...but it was quite satisfying," he said, as if he were talking about trying a new putter. 

"Very unexpected, Robert; you've introduced me to one more step downward toward total depravity. At least this time it was a first for both of us. Glad you didn't find it repugnant, my man; I may expect that kind of service in the future." 

Robert retrieved his trousers and hit the button to restart their upward journey. The elevator actually opened into the entrance hallway of what was certainly his apartment... his eight-hundred-feet-above-the-city glass-walled apartment. 

She strode around confidently, taking in the incredible vista. She stood in the middle of the expansive elevated living room, turned toward him, cocked her hip and spoke. "You have got to be kidding me." 

"Welcome to my humble abode?" he said with a sheepish grin. 

"Yeah, right!" 

"Where do you work, Debbie?" 

"Let me see if I can get my bearings...there it is! Damn I almost have to put my nose against the glass to see it from up here! That decidedly short and unimpressive structure two or three blocks south south east." 

"How do you know that's south south east?" 

"Sixth sense, I pay attention...I don't know?" 

"You are right, of course." 

"A drink?" 

"Why not?" 

"Single malt?" 

"The only malt I've ever had involved milk, syrup and ice cream but I bet I'm about to learn something new and exciting --- am I right?" 

"That you are! And for the record, I love you when you're sassy, in my face and pushing back. It becomes you." 

Sure he had said, "I love you" but more like, "I love cotton candy," than really, "I love you, Debbie," so she let it pass. 

"Why do you live where you do? It's a hike to work and not even that convenient to your ex-husband." 

"Low crime, decent schools, and far better than I could afford in the city." 

"I want you to move; there are apartments in this building that would be perfect for you; there are several excellent schools within walking distance and this is one of the lowest crime rate cities in the country." 

"Is this the next stage in my becoming a concubine?" she asked. 

"I didn't mean it that way," he said, appearing a little hurt. "What's your current rent?" 

"Seven hundred a month." 

"Then I'll charge you rent --- seven hundred a month." 

"You've got to be kidding!" 

"I'm not and I can even ensure that you'll have a no change infinite lease so that it never goes up regardless of..." He trailed off, avoiding the elephant in the room. 

"I couldn't possibly..."

"Yes, you could! Come on!" 

"Where are we going?" 

"To check out your new apartment. Bring your drink if you like." 

They got back on the special elevator and descended two hundred and fifty feet to what was obviously a residential floor. He entered a code into the keypad on the door of an apartment and ushered her in. 

"This is completely furnished. Is this a model?" 

"No, it comes like this. If you don't like the décor, it can be redone." 

"Only a complete idiot would change anything here. My, my, almost as exquisite as your view!" 

"It includes all utilities." 

"No, way!" 

"Way!" 

"It certainly would be convenient if you got the urge for a little shop girl pussy or just got lonely up in the pent house." 

She detected that same almost hurt feelings look but it quickly vanished. 

"I told you, I'm not really a city pent house kind of boy. Once I move out, we'll keep it vacant in case I need to stay in the city or we need to put up VIPs but I want something decidedly more bucolic." 

"A country boy at heart?" 

"Without question; I like open spaces better than city lights." 

"Ever been to Kansas?" 

"I've never had the pleasure." 

"Lots of open spaces." 

"Will you give me a tour some time?" 

"You are kidding! Look, I grew up in a small town you never heard of outside of Topeka. As desolate and rural as it is, I admit I miss aspects of it but there is not a hell of a lot to do there other than grow crops, tend livestock and preach the gospel." 

"I'd love to see where you grew up." 

"You are patronizing me." 

She was in his arms before she even realized it and his soft lips were joined with hers. "I would never do that to you, Debbie. I would never hurt you and I will never lie to you." 

She broke away and took his hands in hers. "I like you, Robert—what's not to like --- but don't do this, please don't. You would be a very easy man to fall for and we both know that is not where this is going. I've never had as much fun—enjoyed myself more --- as I have with you over the past few weeks. You found the woman inside the scared little shop girl and I will always be thankful to you for that. You also unleashed a sexuality that I wouldn't have guessed was inside me in a million years and I'm not remotely comfortable in that suit of clothes --- yet." 

"You are one of the most remarkably articulate people I've ever met. You have a way of expressing yourself that is quite delightful. You don't have a fake --- or mean—bone in your body. You are a good soul with a big heart and I am a better man than I ever expected to be from having known you." 

She kissed him softly. "Very sweet and on the edge of being much too serious; let's not go there...please?" She was almost pleading. 

They returned to the pent house, quickly got naked and spent another wonderfully lusty night together. She was beginning to get over her embarrassment at how slutty she could be with this man; she was thoroughly enjoying the feeling. 

As he again made love to her in the early dawn light she knew that she, not Robert would be the one who would have to end it. It was getting too comfortable; she was too close --- if not already over the line --- to really caring for --- even loving this special man. He was definitely developing feelings for her. 

They were barely of the same species. There was no future for them. It would be time to end the fairy tale during or after their next weekend together at what she was sure would be another play ground of the wealthy and important. She would stall on the invitation to move to the new apartment; she didn't belong there. 

As they lay in each other's arms just before daybreak, he spoke. "Do you get home to see your folks very often?" 

"Not as often as I might like. I make jokes but my parents are salt of the earth kind of people albeit steeped in religious Midwestern morality. We --- two brothers --- never wanted for anything growing up. They were strict but terribly loving parents. Since Dad works every Sunday, they only came here once right after Chad was born. They were disappointed in the divorce but never judgmental; they never blamed me. If truth be told, I don't think my father ever thought my ex was good enough for me; I got married way too young. I've only gone home once since then; it's pretty expensive and it's a thousand miles away." 

"Would you ever go back there --- to live?" 

"Visit, yes, live --- no! And it's not because there are any bad memories; I grew up healthy and happy there. I miss the openness of the land, the bright, star filled winter sky and other things. In spite of all that openness, I felt strangled and almost held back by expectations. Maybe it was all me but...someplace like it that isn't it? Sure. Where did you grow up?" 

"Decidedly east of you, Pennsylvania and then Ohio but both have that same Midwestern feel. Dad turned down opportunities to go to major heart centers in the big cities. In essence he made the hospital he works with one of the top open heart centers in the country. He's fifteen minutes from work --- it's a University hospital --- but actually lives on a small working farm. It's a throwback to his childhood. He doesn't work the farm; he has a manager do that but sometimes he can't help himself and he'll don a pair a gloves and use his million dollar hands to throw bales of hay around." 

"He sounds like a pretty neat guy," Debbie said softly. 

"He is and a hell of a lot of fun to be with. He and Mom aren't remotely judgmental and they were --- are --- fantastic parents. It's a funny coincidence; he did everything but tell me that my marriage to my ex was not the smartest thing I'd ever done. He never came out and said it and neither of them was ever anything but loving to her. Fortunately we had an amiable divorce which hasn't been as hard on the kids as many are." 

"Does she work?" 

"She's a lawyer; she worked for my mother. That's how we met." 

Robert dropped Debbie back at her apartment in plenty of time to get ready for work and drive back to the city. He would be out of town until he picked her up early on Friday morning. She did not have to be back at work until Tuesday. 

"Where are we going?" 

"Pack light; if we need anything we'll buy it. It's a surprise." 

The following day she begged out of her mall job and asked her boss at the mortgage company for the afternoon off. She had never asked before and she was well ahead of schedule on all of her mortgages. He made it clear that she should never be afraid to ask again in the future. 

She had an initial consultation for one hour which would cost her fifty dollars with a criminal attorney. She had been told that future hours, if she decided to retain council would be charged at $300 per hour. One hour would, she thought, be adequate.  

"It's very nice to meet you, Debbie; I'm Amanda Blake; please call me Mandy. How can we help you?" 

Amanda Blake was taller by at least a couple inches than Debbie and a very striking brunette. She would have fit perfectly at the resort or in the penthouse. 

"I don't really have any legal problems, Ms. --- Mandy --- certainly not criminal ones. If this is inappropriate, please tell me and I'll --- no hard feelings I hope. I've been going out with your ex-husband for the past month or so. I don't have any sense that it's leading somewhere serious but it has been fun. In point of fact, I'm planning to break it off. Not because I don't enjoy his company but because I think we both knew it was just a fling and I need to move on with my life. I'm divorced; I have a four year old son. He seems like a pretty nice guy. Before we go our separate ways, my curiosity..."

"Debbie! Wow, it took some guts to walk in my door! First, there are no hard feelings --- animosity --- between Robert and me. We are committed to our two children and to ensuring that they don't suffer due to our failings." 

"Failings?" 

"Debbie, I genuinely believe that Robert and I will remain friends... it's how we started. His mother --- also a lawyer --- gave me my first job out of law school. You should also know that Robert and I went to high school together. We never really dated; I was decidedly skinny and gawky and he was the QB of the football team but we were both scholarly in high school and brushed up against each other. We became non-romantic friends. A couple of years after he got out of college --- grad school --- he moved back home. His business was just starting to click; he had put together an industrial park proposal—which his firm won --- and we started spending time together. One thing led to another..."

"And you got married?" 

"And very quickly, very pregnant. Debbie, it's sometimes very hard to put all the pieces together when a marriage falls apart; you've been there and I sense that you understand. Our careers didn't help; I sometimes wonder if he proposed so that I would stay there --- even though within a few months of our wedding he was away an awful lot. I'd always wanted to be a stay-at-home mommy through the first four years; I got pregnant again within a year so I essentially played mommy --- which I loved --- for five years." Mandy paused. 

"I'm sorry; it does get to me at times. Look, Debbie, the real issue is, we were great friends and were --- and are --- good parents. But neither one of really ever was in love with the other one. It had nothing to do with sex." Mandy blushed and chuckled. "We had good sex...great sex! But we were just going through the motions of being husband and wife. We both assumed that we could work at it --- that we would fall in love --- be in love. After all, our parent's generation often married not being in love and fell in love years later. We never did." She paused. "Do you think he is in love with you?" 




It Was Just a Short Story



"What? No. He's fond of me but we are decidedly from different worlds. He probably makes more in a week than I'll make the rest of my life." 

"Don't be so sure; Robert is far more that small town boy than he let's on. Are you in love with him?" 

"That's sort of why I'm breaking it off. I'm growing entirely too fond of him; before those feelings evolve...realizing that we have no future..."

"Debbie, I am in the early stages of a relationship not unlike yours. I've been dating a man—he makes furniture. It's beautiful, hand crafted, one of a kind art. He'll never get rich doing it --- and he doesn't care. I think I might just be in love with him; he's good to the kids. He's a strong, caring and wonderful man. We're dealing with the 'different planets' issues right now. Do you want me to ask him?" 

"What?" 

"Do you want me to ask my ex-husband if he is in love with you? If he is and knows he is, he would tell me. I know he is very, very fond of you. He didn't tell me your name but he did get that look in his eyes...and I'm pretty sure I never saw that look when he was thinking about me." 

"Thank you for that kind --- and somewhat surreal --- offer! You and he at least had some communality, similarities in education, socio-economic status --- I'm just a poor Baptist preacher's daughter from Kansas. Sometimes I feel like..."

"Liza Doolittle?" 

"Uh, huh." 

"Robert hasn't dated anyone seriously --- more than once or twice --- in the two years since we split up. We never cheated on each other. We just woke up one day and decided that we were still young enough to try again in the never ending quest for true love. Great sex and good friendship wasn't enough. We are both romantics deep down inside...and we didn't have any romance together.

"Search your heart, Debbie; I don't need to ask him. If he loves you, he will say so --- tell you. And that is all he really wants --- to be in love with someone who is in love with him. If you aren't, please don't hurt him, although my gut tells me you've got too much character to do so. What about your marriage?" 

"Frighteningly similar story. We're still friends. I can't say the sex was anything to write home about but we weren't in love." 

The two women laughed. Soon after they hugged each other and Debbie drove back to the city. 

She wasn't sure if her visit with Mandy had helped her decision making process. It would have been so much easier if she had discovered that Robert had a dark, evil side and was on some level a real ass hole. 

Debbie was fighting with everything she had to stay grounded and not allow her hopes and dreams to overshadow reality. Robert was on a very different level. 

*** "Mike, I'm going to be finished here first thing in the morning so we can get out a lot earlier than we planned. Is there any chance we could make a small detour on our way back home?" 

"Sir, the last time I checked, it is your airplane." 

"And last time I checked, you were a Lieutenant Colonel, retired USAF; stop calling me sir. A decade ago I would have been calling you sir." 

"Where do you want to go, Robert?" 

Robert produced a folded aeronautical chart. "There's an air park here and here and the weather forecast is CAVU. That one would be my preference but the alternate would be fine." 

"That's not very far out of our way. Ground transportation?" 

"A taxi will be fine." 

"What's in Kansas, Robert?" 

"Hopes and dreams." 

***

"Hello, my name is Robert Fuller; I wonder if I could talk to Father Stevens? It is a personal matter." 

"He's not here at the present; he's visiting a sick member of the congregation. He prefers Reverend Stevens or just Dale." 

"Sorry, that's the Episcopalian coming out. Dale? And you are...?" 

"This is his wife, Connie. I'm also the church secretary." 

"I was hoping I could have a few minutes to chat with him --- he doesn't know me. I'm a friend of his --- your --- daughter, Debbie." 

"Is everything okay?" 

"Everything is just fine. Mrs. Stevens..."

"Connie, please." 

"Connie, I'm going to be in your neck of the woods for a few hours tomorrow, late morning or early afternoon. I was hoping he might have half an hour or so open on his schedule." 

"Mr. Fuller..."

"Robert." 

"Robert, I'm sure he --- we'd --- love to meet you. Let me see --- how does eleven sound?" 

"That would be great." 

"Normally he meets parishioners at the church but comes home for lunch every day. We live on a small farm not far from the church and he has a small office there — well, here. Would that be okay? I can give you directions." 

"I'd appreciate that." 

"I hope you can stay for lunch." 

"You're very kind; thank you." 

*** Hey, Dad, what's cooking?" 

"Hey, son! Always good to hear your voice. What's new?" 

"I was hoping I could beg a room for the night --- two nights really, this coming Saturday and Sunday?" 

"You know you don't need an invitation! Your mother will be tickled! The whole family will be together and that doesn't happen often enough." 

"I'm bringing a friend...a very special friend." 

"Would this be a she or he friend?" 

"She." 

"How special?" 

"About as special as it gets." 

"This sounds pretty serious." 

"Yeah, I believe it is." 

"Do we need to pick you up at the air park?" 

"No, we'll catch a cab." 

"We've got plenty of room. Your crew can stay in one of the guest houses." 

"No crew. They need to be home with their families. I've got a new toy.... an SJ30." 

"Sweet! I've been checking out that baby myself although I'm getting too old for single pilot operations." 

"Bull shit, Dad! I'm sure we'll find time to take it up for a spin." 

"I'm holding you to that!" 

*** "Mr. Fuller --- Robert --- welcome to Kansas and welcome to our home." 

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice and thank you for your kind hospitality." 

"This is my wife, Connie --- Debbie's mom. Why don't we sit out on the porch? We're not going to have too many days like this before that winter chill hits; it would be a shame not to enjoy it." 

The two men settled into two comfortable chairs on the front porch. Reverend Stevens spoke first. "So you live way down there where Debbie calls home. What brings you to this little corner of the world? More important, how is she and how is Chad?" 

Robert and the reverend chatted superficially for a few minutes. Reverend Stevens had counseled thousands of people in his long career in the pulpit. He sensed that this young man had something important on his mind and that he needed to shut up and let him get down to business. 

"The only thing I came here to do was meet you and Debbie's mom and chat and ask you a question or two. I've only known your daughter for a couple of months. She has absolutely no idea that I'm here. First, and I know that it seems unimportant, but Debbie has told me that the upcoming holiday is a very important one in this part of the country." 

"That it is. Often it marks the first hard frost; it's harvest time and by this weekend most of our farmers have a pretty good idea of how kind God and mother nature have been to them. Fortunately this has been a very kind year for the agricultural community. Colors are changing, there is a nip in the air, high school football is in full swing and the cycle of death and renewal is at one of its most poignant transitions." 

As Reverend Stevens spoke Robert understood immediately where Debbie had gotten her gift for putting words together. "Debbie told me it was her favorite time of the year here in Kansas." 

"I believe it is for me --- and Connie --- also. Debbie loved the fall; I wish she could be here this year." 

"She can and will if you invite us." 

"Hello?" 

"I'm getting completely out of order here and I'm usually a lot more organized than this. Debbie and I are spending the long weekend together. Saturday and Sunday night we are going to be at my parent's farm in Ohio --- because I want them to meet..."

"Go on." 

"I want my family to meet Debbie because I'm going to I ask her to be my wife --- after I receive your blessing." 

"Oh, my, that is an interesting turn of events. Rather sudden. Are you in love with my daughter?" 

Robert chuckled. "It didn't start out that way and I'm sure she doesn't realize it. But oh, yes." 

"Is she in love with you?" 

"I sense that she's fighting that. She has this belief that we're from very different worlds and that beyond a physical attraction and a genuine fondness for each other we couldn't have a future together. I've tried the subtle approach to change that perception without a lot of success. Frankly I haven't done a very good job of it. Yes, I believe she loves me or can love me if she lets herself believe that it could be real." 

"Do you think she'll say yes?" 

"I'm not sure; I think she'll at least say maybe, at least initially. Your daughter is a very grounded girl. She's been married without love --- as have I --- and she doesn't want to go there again. . . nor do I. If I don't ask her to marry me, we'll never move past the doubts, the uncertainty...the fear." 

"As your prospective father, I'm supposed to ask you if you can provide for her --- which I sense you can --- and admonish you never to hurt my little girl...which I don't sense you ever would. Mind if I invite her mother into this conversation?" 

"Not at all, sir." 

Debbie's mother joined the two men on the porch. "Connie, this rather delightfully old fashioned young man came all the way to Kansas --- to ask for our daughter's hand in marriage. What do you think?" She nodded in approval and there were no dry eyes on the porch. Hugs were exchanged and lunch was served. More hugs were exchanged as the cab returned to take Robert back to the air park. 

"Our little secret for the moment?" Robert implored. 

"Of course. When and where are you going to pop the question, Robert?" Connie asked curiously. 

"That old oak over there has some significance, I believe." 

"She loves that tree; darn near killed herself falling out of it on more than one occasion. That tree was her bond with the earth and with the creator," the reverend observed. 

Robert nodded. "That's the where. The when? Friday evening?" 

Before Robert returned, home Debbie received another little blue box; it was a tennis bracelet which went perfectly with her new earrings. She decided not to stop by and find out what it was worth. She didn't want to know. 

She had missed him. She found comfort in his arms when he came to her door on Friday morning. In all probability this would be their final time together and she was determined to make the most of it and enjoy herself --- and him --- before ending it when they returned back home. 

If she had been born in a different world...his world...the possibilities might have been endless. He took her suitcase; a car was waiting to take them...somewhere. Chad was in good hands with his father and would be spending the weekend with doting grand parents. 

In view of everything she had experienced with Robert, nothing should have surprised her. When the car drove them out to within ten feet of the shiny 14,000 pound twin turbofan jet aircraft, it still took her aback. When he strapped her in beside him and took the pilot's seat, she just grinned. Of course he has an airplane --- or airplanes for all she knew. And of course he knows how to fly them. 

He would not tell her where they were going, teasing her with the secret. She tried to guess but to no avail. When they descended and he made a pass at FAA minimums over the church in which her father had baptized her and the farm house in which she was raised her eyes filled with tears. 

"You brought me home?" she asked incredulously. 

"Just for one night; we're going somewhere else for the rest of the weekend. Are you okay with it?" 

"Yes, I think...I guess so.... why?" 

"You told me this was your favorite time of the year to be in Kansas." 

"It is! You actually remembered that?" 

"I remember every word you've ever spoken to me." 

"My parents will be very surprised; don't expect a whole bunch of 'activity', dear Robert. We'll be lucky --- are we staying with them? Have you already talked to them?" 

"We're staying in the home you grew up in. Yes, I've already talked to them...already met them." 

"Oh, my." 

"Yes, sweet Debbie...good Debbie...oh, my!" 

Hopes, dreams and reality had suddenly become terribly muddled. After they exited the short cabin she kissed him and held him very tightly. This could not be real; it was a short story...wasn't it? 

Perhaps the most unbelievable event which occurred was when her mother showed the two of them to a newly renovated guest room with the words, "this is where you and Robert will be staying." Her quizzical glance to her mother elicited a chuckle. 

"Baby, you are both adults...not children." 

There was a parade and a harvest festival which occupied most of the day culminating in a massive pot luck dinner on the church lawn. She was with the best looking man there and almost had to slap herself from giggling at the appreciative looks from old school friends. 

"This is my good friend, Robert," she had said more times than she could remember. After the crowd dispersed, they returned to the farm house in the back seat of her mom and dad's car and she received her next surprise. 

Her two brothers, one older and one younger were there to meet them. One of them was nearing the end of a hitch in the service; the other worked about six hours away by car. Her older brother was accompanied by a young woman that she understood would in short order become his wife. She was very happy for him. The men chatted outside as the women did the same in the kitchen. No one was really hungry but it was that time of the day. She stole a glance now and again; her brothers and Robert seemed to be hitting it off. 

"What branch are you in, Andrew? I'm thinking too much hair for the Marines and not enough for the Navy, Coast Guard or Air Force?" 

"Very perceptive! Were you in the service, Robert?" the younger brother inquired. 

"Air Force active for two years, shoved into the reserves as part of the 'peace dividend' then called back to active duty for six months then completed my obligation in the Air Guard flying antique interceptors." 

"Army Helicopter pilot: Blackhawks. It's been real but I'm ready for a change. Dad was in the service as a chaplain. My older brother here injured his knee playing high school football and no one would take him." Which seemed to be a running joke in the family since said brother had gone on to play Division II college ball. 

As the sun set and the star-filled Kansas night appeared, Reverend Stevens coaxed his sons away from Robert and pushed his daughter out of the kitchen. "Your fella is waiting for you," he said, softly, kissing her on the forehead. 

She walked toward her tree and he was waiting for her. "My tree!" 

"I know," he said. 

"I did tell you about it, didn't I?" she said, slipping her arm in his. But Robert did not seem to want to take a stroll. He placed his strong hands on her shoulders and turned her toward him. 

"I love you, sweet, kind, good hearted Debbie." 

"Oh, Robert..."

"Hush, wench! I'm not done! I love you, in case you missed it the first time. It was at that instant our first weekend together when you pushed back and delivered the My Fair Lady line in a respectable cockney accent as sure as if cupid had shot an arrow into my heart. I love you; I don't want to let you go. I want us to spend our life together. Will you marry me?" 

Before she even realized what he had said he had slipped a ring on her finger which was a suitably matching accessory to her earrings and bracelet. Her heart wanted to say yes; her head could not accept it. 

"Robert, I..."

"Just say maybe?" 

"What?" 

"There is that time between 'will you marry me' and 'I do' when the really serious examination of the possibilities occurs. Please, Debbie, allow the two of us to seriously explore those possibilities. Accept my ring and accept my proposal. Say yes, even if you mean 'maybe.' Otherwise we're just two people who like each other and enjoy each other physically...but I think we can be so much more. I'm just asking you to give me --- us --- a chance." 

"I was going to break it off when we got home; not because I don't like you --- even love you --- but before the fairytale got completely out of hand. Now you have thrown a monkey wrench into my plans. A very pretty monkey wrench," she said, as the moon light glistened on the new addition to her third finger. "A girl would be a fool to say a flat no. I've thought of marriage again but only one more time. From playmate and shop girl to king maker's wife? That's a pretty big leap." 

"Just give it a chance." 

"Okay. Not as romantic as, 'yes, I would love to marry you' but it's the best I can muster. I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago, Robert, but I'm willing to explore the possibilities. So officially, Debbie said yes. Unofficially, she said, maybe." 

The announcement was made back in the house and all seemed overjoyed. They made love together in her parents' guest room...very quietly. In Robert's arms with his manhood inside her, Debbie's resolve and cynicism melted away. Her heart told her he loved her and that she indeed loved him; her head was still fighting the idea. 

*** "What time's your flight, hon? What time do you need to leave? Don't take a cab—that's expensive and it's almost two hours to the airport. One of us can drive you." 

"Robert said he'd like to leave—the house --- by four to get to our secret destination before it gets too dark. The flight leaves when Robert wants it to. It's his airplane; he flies it. It's at an air park barely twenty minutes from here." 

"Oh, my!" 

"Yep, mom, the big, 'oh, my'. Robert is very successful and evidently self-made. I have no idea how successful but probably beyond anything I can comprehend." 

"So that's the issue? You don't think you're good enough for him?" 

"I know I'm good enough for him...I know I could love him like no other woman on earth could love him. Our worlds are just so far apart..."

"He's madly in love with you. My goodness, daughter, if love can transcend poverty and hardship --- it sure as hell can deal with financial security. Give it a chance; explore the possibilities." 

"That what he says." 

"He's right." 

The 4,600 pounds of combined thrust from the twin FJ44's whisked them into the air a few seconds after four thirty and quickly accelerated them to just over five hundred miles an hour. Thanks to a healthy tail wind and the exceptionally fast cruising speed of the small jet, they were descending in under two hours and before darkness set in. 

"Welcome to Ohio; that farm house about to pass on the right is my parents' home. All of my siblings are there; everyone knows I'm coming --- with you." 

"With what purpose?" she asked with mock disapproval. 

"If you are in love with a girl and you want to marry her, you take her home to meet your parents. They are very normal people, Debbie. Dad can make hundreds of thousands of dollars in a single day in the operating room; he spends half the year sharing his gift with those who can't afford it across the country and around the world. He didn't learn how to fix damaged hearts to become wealthy. It was the other way around. They'll fall in love with you just the way I did...and hopefully you'll fall in love with them." 

And Debbie did fall in love with Robert's family before the end of their first evening together. They were wonderfully normal, caring, loving people. For the first time since she had met Robert, she felt like she belonged in a part of his life. They accepted her and treated her like one of the family which she began to believe she just might yet become. 




It Was Just a Short Story



To her delight, she and Robert spent the night in one of several guest cottages on the farm and could resume their normal lusty and often noisy carnal activities. They made up for their more sedate activities the night before at her parents' home. For the first time she, rode him on top --- twice. The second time just before they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, she took his fat cock in her ass, squatting over him on her strong young haunches, controlling the action, teasing him and holding him off until she couldn't wait any longer, collapsing in his arms when she felt his precious fluid bathe her insides. He had whispered in her ear: "Lusty wench!" 

"What happened to 'good girl'?" she had replied in mock disappointment. 

"You will always be a very good girl, my dear sweet Debbie but in the fucking department you've been promoted to lusty wench." 

"I like it!" she said, safely wrapped in his strong arms. "I love your family, Robert...and I love you. Be patient with me...I'm almost there." 

The weekend with Robert's family was a wonderful blur; she hated to leave as they prepared to depart early Monday afternoon. Robert's mother hugged her last and whispered in her ear. "He's hopelessly in love with you, kid; don't break his heart." 

As they exited the car and prepared to board the Sino Swearingen jet for their flight home, she stopped him and kissed him softly. "Yes." 

"Yes?" 

"You promoted me from good girl to lusty wench. I'm promoting my answer from maybe to an unquestionable --- yes. I still have my fears and doubts but, for the last two days, I've been a part of your life that is very important to you and for the first time I felt like I belonged. All you ever need to do if I get scared is bring me back here...back to your home and I know I'll be just fine." 

As they climbed through 30,000 feet she asked him a question. "How much did this thing cost, anyway?" 

"You really don't want to know." 

"Yeah, I sort of do." 

"Six and change?" 

"That's millions --- right?" 

"Uh, huh." 

"It's not the only one you own is it?" 

"I have another one but it requires a pilot and co-pilot and is a bit larger." 

"And a bit more expensive?" 

"Just a tad." 

"Any other toys you'd like to tell me about?" 

"The airplanes aren't toys; in my business time is money and they get me where I need to be quickly and safely. Actually, this one is a bit of a toy; I didn't need a second plane. I wanted one I could fly single pilot." 

"Boats, sports cars, race horses?" 

"Never really got into any of that stuff. I often heavily leverage business deals --- all LLCs --- but never my personal life. I don't have a car loan or a mortgage --- never have. I have credit cards because you have to but my accountants pay them off each month. Half of the proceeds of every deal I've ever put together went back into the next deal. The other half went into an investment portfolio which I personally manage with an eagle eye with the assistance of several financial advisers.

"I've never even spent any of the interest and dividends from it. I enjoy a good bottle of wine but don't pay ridiculous prices just to impress others. I don't stay at the Red Roof Inn but I don't routinely drop $700 a night for a room; I was trying to impress you. I don't own that pent house condo but I do own the building; it's the first one I ever decided to keep and manage myself just for old time's sake." 

"You did impress me. And you own that whole fucking building?" 

"Uh, huh. It's been a remarkably profitable investment." 

"You told me that first time in my apartment that you had had a vasectomy. You don't want more children?" 

"When it was obvious that Mandy and I were not going to make it, the risk of an unwanted pregnancy which would have prolonged the inevitable seemed too great. That doesn't remotely mean I wouldn't love to have more children --- with you." 

"But..."

"Frozen sperm? Quite a bit of it actually." 

"Oh. I don't suppose that can be inserted in the way nature intended?" 

"It's pretty clinical but not painful and it only takes a minute or two." 

"I see. Church wedding? Where?" 

"I think it would be pretty neat to get married in your dad's church." 

"That's a hike for your parents but it would be very special for daddy." 

"Dad has a plane too." 

"Of course he does." 

"Where are we going to live?" 

"Our respective children live where we are now." 

"I mean, more specifically --- where?" 

"I told you the penthouse really isn't me. I'd like some land. . . a farm. We can go looking tomorrow if you like." 

"I have to work. We haven't quite gotten to the 'I do' part so until then, I need to work." 

"How about if I let your boss put the mortgage together on our new home --- think he'd agree to let you help me search for it?" 

"I thought you didn't like mortgages?" 

"I don't but he's going to sell the paper anyway within ninety days and I can pay it off as soon as he does assuming no prepayment penalty clause." 

"Things are a little slow right now so I think he'd be very pleased." 

"Have you given any thoughts to where you plan to live in the interim?" 

"It's close to the beginning of the school year so changing Chad's school won't be that traumatic but that apartment you offered me --- just isn't me." 

"Okay, so we need to find a location tomorrow --- and I've already done some research. I've knocked it down to three possibilities; you decide which one." 

"It takes a while to build a house." 

"The house that you and I are ultimately going to live in, probably so. But 'a' house that we can occupy in the interim --- not so long. They do it on TV all the time in a week." 

"That adds a lot to the cost. Oh, never mind. You expect me to live with a man to whom I'm not married?" 

"I was hoping." 

"Okay." 

"Chad's dad is taking him to school Tuesday morning; any chance you can stay over or do you need to jet off somewhere?" 

"Are you inviting me to spend the night?" 

"I know it's highly improper and I'll be moving soon but it was in that little apartment in that bed where you first unleashed this monster...and made me cum for the first time in my life. Plus, I believe I need a little trim. . . you know where." 

"My specialty." 

In the car driving from the air park back to her humble apartment, she felt very special and very safe in her wonderful man's arms. 

"I was so sure it was just a short story." 

"Not on your life, my dear, sweet Debbie...not on your life." 

Edited by Techsan