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My Life

By: DG Hear



A big 'thank you' goes out to my editors and friends, LadyCibelle and Techsan. They always make my stories a much better read. I made quite a few changes after editing. Any errors are mine. There isn't a lot of sex in this story.

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As we get older I think we all look back and wonder "What if" I did things differently? Even small things like taking the spouse out for dinner a couple of extra times, or playing catch with the kids instead of just watching them. Then there's the bigger things; what if I had a different job, followed my heart. Would I be where I am today? Would life have been better or worse? Questions, questions, and more questions, but never any real answers. There's no answers because all the results are based on 'What if's' and what might have been instead of what is real.

There I go rambling on again. All I know is, I have some decisions to make. I have cancer and am lying in a bed. The hospital is waiting for my decisions. I guess I should start at the other end of my life. Or this will be an awfully short story.

I was born and raised in a good home, actually a very good home. I have one sibling, a sister who now lives somewhere out west. In high school I was part of the geek set. I was proud of it and still am. I was always able to handle myself and had very few fights. I was named 'Most likely to succeed' and had a number of friends who were also of the geek set. I had a lot of jock friends but wasn't really good enough to play sports. I liked to watch sports but just didn't have the athletic ability to succeed in that arena.

My arena was the computer industry. I remember thirty years ago when it took a whole room of computers to do what one PC (personal computer) can do today. I went straight to the tech schools and kept learning everything I could about computers. I grew in knowledge as the computer industry was making all the big changes. I was there through it all. I didn't want to just program a computer or run a little software. I wanted to know it all, how to build them from the ground up, to learn of their inner workings.

I succeeded and worked for some of the largest computer companies. I spent a lot of time repairing, and inventing new programs and parts to make the computer more user-friendly. Eventually I went out on my own and ran my own business. I still am a major stock holder in the businesses today. I'll get into that later.

My personal life isn't exactly that of a stud or a player. I didn't date a lot in school but there were a few gals I liked. A date for me was just that; we would go to a movie, maybe go somewhere and eat. With some I had sex, and it was good. I didn't particularly fall in love or anything like that. To me some were better than others, but sex just wasn't first in my life. My inventions and learning seemed to come first.

When I turned twenty six my parents wondered why I still lived a home. It was because I felt comfortable there and Mom was the greatest cook in the world. I paid them rent even though they weren't hurting for money. It was just the right thing to do.

When I started making the big bucks, I completely remodeled their home and added a hot tub and a pool for them. I wasn't cheap or insecure, I was just happy living there.

Everyone was trying to set me up with someone. I started dating Katie who worked at one of the local banks. She seemed like a nice person but did have a little girl out of wedlock when she was in her first year of college. She never told the father but quit college and came back home to raise her child. I do have to say I enjoyed being around her. To cut to the chase, we did get married and bought a nice condo with a pool and all.

Life was different then. I'd come home to a family life which I wasn't accustomed to. I would get late night calls to go help businesses with their computer problems and Katie didn't like it. It just wasn't working out except the pretty much sex on demand, which I did like. She loved sex and was always willing.

I went to quite a few computer class updates. There was always something new coming out. When I came home from my last trip, Katie said she needed to talk. It didn't sound good.

"Harley, I met someone and I want a divorce," she said staring down at the floor.

"Do I get more information or is that it?" I asked. It really didn't bother me the way I thought it should.

"It's Carrie's father. I saw him and we talked and I still have feelings for him and he wants to see his daughter."

"He hasn't seen his daughter in six years, you see him one time and now everything is peachy? What's the real story, Katie? You can have your divorce but I want the truth."

"I've been seeing him for about four months now. You never noticed because you're never here. I'm sorry but we've been married for two years now and I'm just not happy and I don't think you are either. So just let me go." She was crying, wondering what I would say next.

"Fine. I won't pay child support or alimony. You're welcome to leave with what you brought with you. I know you set up a savings account and put money into it. I know you're surprised that I know but then you saved over sixty thousand dollars in less than two years. The bank has to report that kind of money and since you're my wife, they checked with me. You ought to have known better, working there."

She looked stunned. "That was for Carrie's education. I put it there for her."

"Fine then, transfer it to an educational account in her name and it will be there for her when she starts school in about twelve years. With the compounded interest, it should do quite well."

"You bastard, you knew about the money and never told me," she replied.

"I'm the bastard? I just gave you the money you hid from me. Why did you marry me in the first place?"

"I wanted a father for my daughter. I wanted her to have a real life and nice things but you weren't a good father. You hardly ever even played with her. It was always business with you."

"You're right about that. She is a good little girl and, believe it or not, I will miss her. I know I never treated her like a father but I never treated her badly either. Maybe her real father will do a much better job. None of this is her fault. She's only six and deserves a good life."

That was the end of my marriage and she moved out the following week. She moved out west with her boyfriend and daughter. They were going to get married when our divorce was final. I checked with the bank and she didn't touch her daughter's educational account. Each year I added five thousand dollars to it so Carrie would get a good education and start in life when she turned eighteen.

Marriage number two came when I was thirty-two. I met Trish while putting new equipment in an insurance office. She was twenty-four and a very nice looking gal. I asked her out and she accepted. We dated for about a year and decided to get hitched. Within the next couple of months she got pregnant and eventually Darren, our son, was born. 

I didn't want to make the same mistake I made in my first marriage so I sold my business to all my partners. I kept a major portion of the stock and all royalty rights to the products I had invented. I was asked by the local college to be a professor at the college, teaching computer science and technology.

It started out pretty good. I figured I would have more time at home with my wife and son and wouldn't have to worry about the late night calls. My wife left the insurance company and got a job at my old business. She was a secretary for the senior partners. Of course, I stopped in once in awhile to say hello to everyone but again I had a full plate. I taught school and went back to school myself. I decided to get degrees in the technological teaching industry. In simple words I was working toward a Doctorate degree in computers.

School for me was simple. In the computer field I actually knew more than my teachers; after all I was a teacher also. I was able to test out of most every class and it moved my degree process right along. 

I spent any available time with my son. He was my pride and joy. Since I always had tickets to all the sporting events, I made sure to take him to all I could. We were pretty good buddies. We attended all the events we could after he turned five. My wife on the other hand didn't like sports and didn't care to go with us.

Trish was the business woman. She was more interested in money and power than she was in our family get-together's. During one of our many arguments she told me she married me for the powerful person I was.

"What power?" I asked. "I just ran a business. I never sought any kind of power." 

"It comes with the territory. You are well respected and known for your computer abilities. Now you're just a teacher. Teaching wannabe computer geeks."

"So what are you saying? You want out of our marriage because I'm a teacher and not this big power seeking exec you want?"

"Harley, it's not just that. We don't do anything together."

"You mean party and rub shoulders with the big boys? We're not the center of attention anymore. Trish, that's not me anymore. I'm a teacher, a professor of computers. I'm going to get my Doctorate soon. You will be able to call me doctor." I tried to smile but she wasn't smiling back.

"I want out, Harley, out of this marriage. The only problem is our son. We both love him and we have to do what's best for him."

"... and what's that Trish? For him to live with you?"

"Yes, with me, Harley. You can see him anytime you want. I'm sure we can work something out."

Well, marriage number two had ended. Only this time there was a cost to it. I paid a large amount of child support even though we had joint custody. I didn't care; money wasn't a big issue with me, but Darren was. I made sure he got the best life a boy could have. He and I continually went to sporting events together. I saw him regularly. I attended all his school functions.

It was a few years later that Trish got remarried to the president of the company. He was an old friend but we didn't communicate much now. I don't know if she had any affairs while we were married or not; doesn't make a lot of difference now anyway.

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Life for me was pretty good. I received my doctorate in computer programming and networking. I was now Doctor Harley Davidson. Yeah, you read it right; my parents had a sense of humor. I'm the one who had to live with it.

The students either called me Dr. Harley or Dr. Davidson, I really didn't mind either. Of course many called me Professor. I really enjoyed my work. I taught college and started doing more repairs and programming on the side to help pass the time. Also the money was pretty good, setting up new accounts for computer purposes was rather expensive and I was known as the best around. Even my old partner and wife's new hubby called me a few times for set-up and repair information. I knew it had to kill them to come to me for help and I always charged them about double the going rate. I guess it was kind of a professional revenge.

My son was an honor student in high school and in college. He earned scholarships from many different universities. He decided not to attend the one I was a professor at because he was taking computer science and technology. I would have been his professor and neither of us thought it would be a good idea. He did ask me if I would help him with his homework and it made me laugh.

When he received his Bachelor's Degree his stepfather hired him instantly. I was really proud of my son. He was a real chip (computer chip) off the old block. Then tragedy struck. 

I got a call from Trish saying that Darren was in a auto accident. I rushed to the hospital and held his hand while he took his last breath. I cried so hard that I was emotionally drained. He was the only person it my life that really counted and now he was gone.

I took the next two weeks off from school just to grieve for my son. After I divorced the second time, I let Trish have the condo and I moved back in with Mom and Dad. They were getting up in age and I was there to take care of them. Darren's death was really hard on them too. After all, he was their only grandchild that lived close. My sister had two kids but she lived more than five hundred miles away. Mom and Dad never got to know their kids the way they knew Darren. It was probably the darkest point in our lives. No one should have to bury their child or grandchild. It just wasn't right.

Life for me wasn't as happy after the death of my son. I spent time taking care of my parents and teaching at college. I did a lot fewer computer set-ups. My heart wasn't totally in it. Two years after the death of my son, I lost my father to a heart attack; within six months I lost my mother also. They said it was a heart condition but I know it was from a broken heart. My mom and dad lived most of their life together. They had what I always considered the perfect marriage. One could start a sentence and the other could finish it. In a really close marriage like they had, it seems that one spouse always dies within a year of the other.

My sister came home for a week for each funeral. Her husband and children, who had families of their own, came also. I had to think how much Mom and Dad would have loved to have seen the kids more often. Again I guess it's the priorities we all have in our lives. We could argue all day what's most important. I can honestly say, my son was first, then my parents. Everything else in life comes after them. Now they were all gone.

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I need to drop back a few years and explain my sex life or the lack of it. After two divorces, dating wasn't a priority with me. I did date for companionship but not necessarily sex. Now I'm not an idiot and yes, I did sleep with some of my dates. I have to tell you up front that I told them I wasn't interested in a long term relationship. Two failed marriages did me in. It's funny how so many of the women I dated felt the same way.

It's nice to go out, enjoy oneself and not be worried what happens when you take the date home. Now with that explained I have to tell you my secret to my sex life. I went to a house of ill repute, whorehouse, or whatever else you might want to call it. I've been going there for years. Let me go back to when it all started.

I taught computers at the University. I don't think I have to tell anyone what some of these young girls, and even older women looked and dressed like. Everyday it was mini-skirts, or hip hugger jeans that damn near showed their pelvic region. T-shirts with no-bra's, shorts with no-panties, you could see up the oversized leg holes. This list can go on and on; anyway seeing this everyday can get to a guy once in awhile. I'll admit even though sex wasn't a priority in my life, every now and then I did get turned on.

Now I'm a teacher, a professor, and needed to have control of my class as well as myself. One thing I had always promised myself was that I would never bed down one of my students. It would be totally wrong as well as putting my profession in jeopardy. So around once a month I went to see my friend Stella. She was a Madam of her own place.

We met when I got a call one day and asked if I could put in a computer system. She said it was a private business and she was willing to pay me for services as long as I kept quiet about her business. Of course I was intrigued about this and made an appointment to see her. When I got to her place, which was a house or more like an old brick mansion with dozens of rooms, on the front porch was a neatly dressed man. He was huge, maybe 6 ft. 6 tall and weighed maybe 325 pounds. He was sitting on the porch talking to two very nice looking women. He asked me who I was and what I wanted. After telling him, he escorted me into Stella's office.

"I'm Stella Stevens, proprietor of this business. I'll tell you up front that it is basically a whorehouse even though we don't use that term here. We prefer names like Pleasure Palace, or Relaxation Therapy Center."

"I'm officially Doctor Harley Davidson," I said, and she smiled like everyone did when they first heard my name, "but you can just call me Harley. May I call you Stella or do you refer Ms. Stevens?"

"Stella's fine. What I need to know is if you can put me in a reliable computer system to cover all my needs."

"First, may I ask why you called me? There are a number of reputable technicians in this area. I know because I trained them myself."

"You were referred to me from a number of my girls. They say you are the best, and I want the best."

"I see. So some of the girls that work here are my students or at least know of my abilities. Well, Stella, let's get down to business. I can put you in a computer system that will literally do anything you want it to. Accounts Payable, Receivables, billing, taxes. I noticed you have an attached adult store. I can run your sales and inventory through it using a separate header so your customers can get receipts and use your business as a tax deduction. We can do it all above board and you will be within the law in this state,"

"Wow, you really are good if you can do all that. What kind of a price tag are we talking here? Is it affordable?"

"You tell me. You will need at least four computers at about a thousand each including the printers. I can write the programs specifically for you for three thousand dollars and another two thousand to install it all. I can have it done in about two weeks. I could do it sooner but I have classes to teach. So, talk it over with whomever you need and you can get back to me."

"I make all decisions here and you're hired. When can you start? I prefer you don't work on the Friday or Saturday; they're rather hectic days and nights here.

"I'll start next Monday after my last class. I'll only be here a couple of hours to see how we'll set it up. Then it will be the following Monday when I start putting in the equipment. I should have it installed by Tuesday night."

"I thought you said it would take two weeks."

"The rest of the week is to teach you how to operate the programs. We will do a few test runs and see how it goes. It's part of the cost of installation."

"Thanks, Harley, I really do appreciate it. If there is ever anything I can do for you, just let me know."

After completing the installations I called Stella about once a week to see if she was having any problems. I did mention that she could get hold of me at any time. About two months later I had a really rough day at class. I saw a lot of tits and ass and it kind of got to me. I went over to see Stella.

"Hi, Harley. I never called so why are you here?" I hadn't mentioned anything to her about my sex life or that I might be interested in being a customer.

"Can we talk in private, Stella?"

"Of course, come into my office." We went in and she closed the door.

"Okay, Harley, what can I do for you?"

"I want to know a little about your business. I want to become a customer."

She explained to me about all the services she provided. I mean there was everything from talking, to light bondage. She handed me a price list that she had printed off on her computer. It almost looked like a menu from the corner restaurant. She smiled at me knowing I was impressed with her quick learning of the programs that I had showed her.

"Stella, I have a big problem here. I cannot and will not have sex with any of my students. I notice that you have quite a few girls. Can you let me know which ones don't attend our university?"

"No problem, Here is a book on our ladies that are not students, at least not at your university. There are also a lot of women who do special things for customers. Where do your needs and wants lie at the present time?"


My Life



"Stella, this is hard for me. I've never done anything like this before. I am really worried about my privacy. Just straight sex is all I'm interested in for the time being."

"Believe me, Harley; your secrets are safe here. We have customers from all walks of life. Because of our weight room and pool facilities, no one could ever prove why you were here. May I suggest one of my older girls for your first time here? Let her give you a massage and anything else you require."

She rang for a woman named Siren. Most of the girls - or women -- used an alias to keep their private lives private. A beautiful dark haired woman came in. She was lucky if she was thirty. Built like a brick shit house. I looked over at Stella.

"When I said old, I meant she has been here for a few years, not her age. I'm sure you will be happy with her services. Siren, this is a good friend of mine. Just call him Doc." I had to laugh. I guess I had an alias too.

The massage was great. Siren was definitely a professional. When she was done rubbing my body, she asked me over to the bed where she took off the bikini she was wearing. She asked me what position I preferred and laid down on the bed with me. She told me that condoms were required for oral, anal, and of course insertion into her vagina. She really put me at ease as she lay across my stomach and then sat up and inserted my hard cock into her. It didn't take me long to cum. I was thinking about my students and all that I had seen recently.

When we were finished, she cleaned me up and I went back to see Stella.

"Well, Harley, was it satisfactory?"

"Very much so. What do I owe you?"

"Would you like to become a member? The cost is a thousand dollars a year and all sessions are reduced by twenty five percent. It's quite a saving if you come fairly regularly."

"No, I expect to come back but not quite that often."

"Well, for you, a hundred and fifty dollars should cover it. We'll call it a first time special price. I also want to thank you again for such a professional program. My business is up thirty percent since I give receipts. There must be a lot of businesses paying for some of these customers."

That was my first time at Stella's. I go maybe every two or three months. I've been going for nearly four years now. She has a lot of girls working for her. There are always new ones that replace the ones that leave. I've never had the same one more than three times. These girls are good and it would become easy to get attached to them.

The day I lost my son I headed for Stella's place. She knew there was a problem as I entered her office. I broke down and cried as I told her about my loss. She took me into her private living room off of her office and asked not to be disturbed. She made us a glass of tea and honey. She sat down next to me, held my hand and just listened to me talk about all the good times with my son. That was what I needed that day. I must have been there for over an hour. When I realized it, I apologized to Stella for taking up her time.

"Harley, you're not just a customer, you're a friend. Anytime you need someone to talk to feel free to come by. I'm so sorry to hear the sad news. At least you have those wonderful memories to cherish."

"Stella, what do I owe for the taking of your time?"

"That's almost an insult, Harley. I would never charge a friend to talk to me in this type of situation."

"I'm sorry; I remember reading on your menu that there was a charge for conversation."

"Harley, Harley, Harley, that's for the customers that want to come in and just want to talk sex with the girls. Not for old friends who need someone to talk to." She leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek as I got up and left.

"I probably won't be around for awhile."

"I understand, Harley; we'll be here if you need us. God bless you, Harley."

After I started back to school after my short leave of absence, all the students gave me their sympathies. Stella was right; I had my memories. I started spending more time taking care of my mom and dad. After their passing away, I was thinking of retiring from the college. I needed to give it some heavy thought since it was basically all I had left other than doing repair jobs for a few friends.

My students again gave me their sympathies for the loss of my parents. Of course it was different students at this time but the dress code hadn't changed much.

I was now alone, not completely alone. Let me try and explain; when you lose those close to you it's a very lonely feeling. I have friends, good friends, who stand by me and I can visit or see regularly. I miss the loving people around me: my son, mom and dad. As I mentioned earlier, my sister, whom I love, is a long distance away. We talked regularly but on the phone was different.

One day I headed over to Stella's. I wasn't a sex nut but just wanted a little companionship. As I walked in, I saw a new girl, or lady as it was. She was beautiful; I don't know any other way to describe her. Maybe thirtyish, nicely built and of a darker complexion. She wasn't black or even Porto Rican. She was probably of mixed races. I asked Stella about her and was told she was new and went by the name of Angel.

I asked for her and Stella smiled. "I'm just glad to see you're alright with all you've been through. I know your family meant a lot to you."

She introduced me to Angel. "Angel, this is a very good friend of mine, Dr. Harley," Stella said as she introduced me.

"Hi, Doctor, I'm Angel and will be your companion this evening."

As we headed up to her room I couldn't help notice what a nice ass Angel had. Just the sight of her did something to me. Here I was a man nearing sixty with a woman that was nearly half my age.

"What would you like today, Dr. Harley?" asked Angel.

"I would like to know everything about you," I answered.

She smiled, "I'm afraid that's not possible. You wouldn't want me to break the rules and lose my job, would you?"

I didn't tell her that I knew the rules and help write them when we loaded them into the computer. I guess she was just trying to let me down easily. According to the rules, the girls could talk about anything they wanted. It was always a good idea not to talk about themselves but it wasn't forbidden to do so. There have been a number of ladies who worked for Stella that actually married one of their customers. As they say, "You can find love in some of the strangest places."

Stella didn't promote such actions but she knew it happens at times. The real problems occurred when the customer fell in love with the girl or vice versa. That's when Ralph, the door man, and Stella had to step in. Johns - or the clients - fell for some of the girls quite often. Usually the problems could be resolved but the clients weren't allowed to be with the girl again.

"Angel, I recently lost my parents and I lost my son a few years ago. Would it be a problem for us to just cuddle and you rest in my arms. Maybe we'll have sex, maybe not."

I know it was an odd request but Angel agreed to it. She lay on the bed in her bra and panties and I kept my jockeys on. We laid on the bed with her back to me and I just pressed up against her and put my arm around her. She felt so warm and soft. I gently ran my hand over the top of her breasts and then lowered it to her mid-section and just rubbed her warm skin.

I felt her shudder lightly as I rubbed her belly. She smelled so good and felt so soft. I felt her push her butt back against my hardening cock. I started to talk to her softly.

"You feel so good and smell so nice. I could hold you like this forever."

She didn't say anything as I squeezed her tighter. I leaned in and kissed her neck. I felt her shudder again.

"Doctor, we aren't supposed to kiss clients. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Angel, you shouldn't kiss clients on the lips. I know that. First off, you aren't kissing me, I'm kissing you, and second I promise not to kiss your lips without your permission." 

After saying that, I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders. I slid my hand inside her panties and found a very moist Angel. This was unusual for the girls to be this wet. They kept KY Jelly in the drawer to help with insertion. Most men just wanted to get their rocks off and the girls usually went along for the ride, usually faking an orgasm for the client.

"Angel, will you hand me a condom? I have to have you; I've never wanted a woman more." The problem was that I meant it. Maybe it was that I no longer had anyone close, I don't know. All I knew is I wanted Angel.

I sat up and she put the condom on me and slipped off her panties. I put my hand on her mound and slid two fingers into her. She was wet with her juices. She even looked a little scared as I put my cock between her moist pussy lips. Very slowly I pushed into her, watching her facial expression. Little by little I pushed my cock into her till my balls hit her ass.

She let out a little squeal as I held my cock deep within her. Then ever so slowly I started an in and out motion. I felt her pushing up against me. She wasn't faking, she was biting her bottom lips and I watched her close her eyes. I felt the lips of her vagina grip tightly around my now pulsating cock. I could feel her starting to have an orgasm. As her muscles squeezed my cock I let go with a load that I know filled the condom.

Angel had sweat on her chest. I leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"You're the best, Angel, I really mean it. No other woman has ever made me feel the way you do."

I got off of her and used the bathroom facilities and disposed of the condom and wiped myself off. I took a clean washrag and dampened it and walked out and wiped off the moisture on Angel's breasts. She excused herself and used the restroom to finish cleaning up and came back out dressed. I had dressed also while she was cleaning up.

"Can I see you again?" I asked Angel.

"Doc, I'm here every Tuesday and Friday," she replied.

It wasn't what I meant but it would have to do for now. I handed her fifty dollars and she looked nervous.

"Doc, you pay Stella downstairs and I'm afraid..."

"I know, Angel. It's more than fifty dollars. That's just an extra tip for you."

She smiled at me as I left. I told Stella that she was the nicest and sweetest of all the girls that I had met. I paid my bill and was on my way.

I had a hard time concentrating at school now. For some strange reason, Angel kept coming into my mind. Here I was, darn near sixty years old and thinking about a woman young enough to be my daughter. I can't ever remember thinking this way about any woman. She was special to me and I didn't know why. I ended up going back to Stella's the following week.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of your company, Harley? As long as I've known you, you've never been here two weeks in a row?" Stella replied with a smile.

"I just missed seeing you," I laughed. "Is Angel available tonight?"

Stella looked at me in a strange way. She knew her customers and her girls well. "Yes, she's here. Would you like to see her again so soon?" Stella looked at me with a quizzical look.

"Yes, Stella I would. There's just something special about her. I need to see her again. Stella, can you tell me anything about her, anything at all?"

"Harley, you know the rules better than anyone. I would never divulge anything personal about any of my girls. Even to a good friend like you."

"I'm sorry, I should have known better than to even ask. May I see her now?"

"Of course. Just so you know, she means a lot to me also. I would hate to see her get hurt in anyway," replied Stella.

"Stella, we've been friends for a few years now. I can read you as well as you can read me. Would you tell me what this is all about?"

"Angel asked me about you after your session last time. She told me she made a mistake and let herself go and she had an orgasm with you."

"Don't all the girls get off when they are with clients?" I asked Stella.

"Not usually. The point is to get the client off. If any of the girls have a release, that's fine, but that's not what they are here for. Angel told me it was the only time it ever happened to her."

"Okay, I'll be frank with you. Angel is just someone special to me. I want to be with her again to see if it might have just been a coincidence. The last thing I would ever do is hurt her in any way, you know that, Stella."

Stella had paged Angel and she was coming down the stairs. My God, she looked gorgeous. She smiled when she saw me and took me by the hand and led me back up to her room.

As we entered her room I spoke. "Angel, I missed you. I don't know why but I did. You need to know that in all the years that I have been coming here, it has never happened to me. Granted, all the girls here are wonderful, nice people. But with you, there is something else."

She stared at me. "Doctor, what would you like tonight?"

"First off, call me Harley. I'm not a real doctor; I hold a doctorate degree in computer science and technology. That's where the doctor comes from. Can we have conversation tonight?"

"I don't understand, Harley. Conversation here is sex talk; do you want me to talk dirty to you?" She looked at me quizzically.

"No, I want to know all about you. Your real name, do you have family, what do you do beside work here?"

"I'm sorry, Harley, I like you but I can't tell you about my personal life. Please don't ask me."

"Okay, maybe when you get to know me better you might change your mind. Can we lay and cuddle like we did last time. You're just so warm and soft."

We laid in our same positions, only I got up and dimmed the lights. Angel was down to her panties and bra when I got into the bed.

"Angel, why are you shaking? I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't know. Most men want to have sex and get it over with, but with you it's as though you want to make love. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Don't be sorry, Angel, that's what I want to do with you. I want to make love to you."

She moved her ass back against me and I did the same as last time and slid my hand into her panties. I started kissing her on the neck and felt the little goose bumps.

"You're so warm and cuddly, I could hold you forever." I felt the moistness begin in her panties. I started fingering her and she was reacting to it.

I could feel her taking deep breaths as she pumped her mound up and down against my hand. "I want you to cum for me Angel, that's what I want. Please pump harder against my hand."

She rolled over on her back and pumped harder. She was making squealing noises and I could feel her spasms. Her juices were coming all over my hand.

I could hear her saying in a low voice. "My God, my God, it's not supposed to feel this way, oh so good," as she pressed her pussy hard against my hand.

"My God, Harley, I'm so sorry, I'm supposed to take care of you."

"No, Angel, you did exactly what I wanted. I wanted you to feel good, to have an orgasm."

"Please, Harley, let me make it up to you. Let me get you off."

"It's not necessary, Angel. I'm happy just being with you."

She pushed me down on the bed and started giving me a hand job. It felt so good, her hand. Even though she grabbed hold of my cock, she gently moved her hand up and down on my cock. 

"Angel, I don't have a condom on." 

"It's okay. Just come for me, Harley, come for your Angel."

When my cock erupted, I shot cum a couple of feet in the air. Angel kept pumping and smiling at me till I was drained. 

"We made a mess, Harley. Wait here and I'll get you a damp towel." She came back and cleaned me up. I left her another fifty dollar tip on the bedside table.

We both got dressed and she walked me downstairs. Stella looked at me and I knew what she was thinking. Hell, I was thinking the same thing. "Was I falling for this girl who was half my age?" I knew nothing about her, not even her real name.

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The following week I had to pick up a few groceries and stopped at one of the local markets. As I was browsing the aisle one of my former students appeared at the corner of the aisle.

"Doctor Davidson, what are you doing here? It's so nice to see you again."

April had graduated about two years ago.

"Well, hi, April. Nice to see you too. I needed a few groceries and just stopped in. So, how's life treating you?"

"I'm working in an insurance office. Thanks to you my job is a breeze. When they saw my computer skills, they hired me with a good salary. I just stopped in with my sister to pick up a few groceries. I watch her kids when she's in school."

Right then a gal turned the corner pushing her cart. It was Angel, pushing a cart with two kids at her side. There was a boy and a girl. They looked to be close in age.

"Marie, come here, I want you to meet Doctor Davidson. He's probably the smartest computer person outside of Bill Gates - you know, the billionaire. Doctor Davidson, this is my sister Marie. These two precious kids are my niece and nephew, Annie and William. We call him Billy."

I looked up at Angel/Marie and she was almost dumbfounded.

"Hi, there, Marie. It's very nice to meet you. April was one of my smartest students."

Billy spoke up. "Are you a doctor? My mom is going to college to be a nurse. She says doctors make a lot of money and maybe she'll marry one some day."

Angel busted in, "Billy, that's not nice to say. You're not supposed to ask people about their money matters, you know that."

"It's okay, Billy, I'm not that kind of Doctor. I fix and repair computers, and I also teach other people how to operate them, like your aunt April."

"You mean it takes a doctor to fix puters. No wonder ours doesn't work real good. We tried to fix it our self. Can you come over and make it better?"

"Billy, Mr. Davidson has better things to do than fix our little computer," said Marie/Angel.

"As a matter of fact I don't have anything on my agenda for tonight. If you want to give me your address, I'll stop by and repair it for you."

"We can't afford it right now, but thank you," replied Angel.

"Sure you can. I'm not going to charge the sister of one of my best students. So, what is the address?"

"See, I told you he was a wonderful man, Marie," replied April. "Let him fix it; he's the best there is and you need it to finish your papers for your nursing degree. Then you won't have to go to the school every Tuesday and Friday to get your homework done."

"Would you like to call your husband and let him know I'll be stopping by?" I asked.

I figured I should learn as much as I could about Angel/Marie while she was somewhat trapped.

Annie spoke up, "Daddy died before we were even born, while we were still in mommy's belly. Daddy was a war hero. He died protecting us from evil people."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Annie. Who's older, you or Billy?"

"Mommy said I was born twenty minutes before Billy, so that makes me the oldest. We're both six but I'm still the oldest."

Billy asked me, "Do you want to eat with us before fixing our puter? Mom and Aunt Alice are taking us to McDonald's?"

Angel quickly said, "Billy, he has other things..."

"Yes, Billy, I'd love to have dinner with all of you. Let me get my groceries and I'll meet you there."

"This is really cool. Having dinner with my old Professor," said Alice.

We all headed for the checkout and everyone seemed happy except Angel.

At McDonald's the kids each ordered their kid's value meal. The ladies ordered and than I ordered and paid for the meal. All of us ate for less than twenty dollars. We sat down and the kids were talking a mile a minute. They told me about their school and anything else that entered their mind. They asked their mother if they could play in the toy area and she told them it might be a good idea. Alice asked if I would be able to drop Marie off at the house since I was going there to fix her computer.




My Life



"No problem, Alice. I'll come out and transfer Marie's groceries to my car. Again, it was very nice seeing you. Good luck to you on your job. Maybe I'll see you again."

I helped move Marie groceries to my vehicle and then walked back in to face the music. The kids were still playing and I sat down next to Marie.

"How could you? You know you're not supposed to know anything about me. Why did you say you would fix my computer? Why didn't you refuse and say you couldn't do it or didn't have the time?" asked Marie.

"Slow down, Angel - I mean Marie. Look, I like you and it was a total accident that we happened to meet in the store. You also know that I wanted to get to know you better. As far as the computer is concerned, I am a computer expert and there is no reason for you to have one that doesn't work right."

"I can't see you at Stella's anymore. I don't think I can handle it," replied Marie.

"Listen, I like you and I think your kids are adorable. I lost my only son a few years ago and seeing your kids and listening to them talk made me remember what I don't have anymore."

She was staring at me confused. I knew it was really bothering her.

"I have to ask you why you are selling... why you are working at Stella's."

"Don't judge me, Harley; you have no right to judge me or my kids or what I choose to do with my life."

"I'm not judging you, Marie; I'm trying to understand why a woman would sell herself when she has two young kids. Is it the sex? The money or is there some other reason?"

She was about to cry when her kids came back. "Come on, kids, it's time to go home. Mr. Davidson is going to drop us off at the house."

"I'm also going to fix your computer, Billy." I looked over at an aggravated Marie. There wasn't much she could say in front of the kids.

When we arrived at the house, everyone grabbed a bag of groceries. Their house was small but neat and clean. Billy took me over to the computer and I turned it on. After finding out the problems I fixed it in less than an hour. I always carried spare parts in my car but they just needed their computer cleaned up and a few programs updated.

Billy and Annie sat there next to me and watched while I fixed the computer. They must have asked a thousand questions. They kept calling me Mr. Davison, finally I told them to just call me Uncle Harley. Marie was in the kitchen putting away her groceries. I saw her look over at me every time she thought I wasn't watching her.

After I got done fixing their computer I put in a dozen kids' games for ages three to seven. I showed them to Billy and Annie and they were two happy little kids. It even made Marie smile seeing her kids so happy.

I could see Marie wasn't going to say much to me so I said my goodbyes to the kids and left. She did stand at the door while I was getting in my car. I wasn't sure if she would even talk to me after that.

I waited two weeks before I went back to Stella's. When I walked in Stella just stared at me.

"Is she here today? I need to talk to her."

"She was here but went home early. Is everything all right between you two?" asked Stella.

"As far as I know. I just needed to talk to her. I'll talk to you later, Stella."

I left and went to Marie's house. Billy came to the door. "Uncle Harley, what are you doing here?" I saw Marie coming toward the door.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I had something to ask you but I stopped by...the university and they said something about you getting your computer fixed so you were probably at home."

Billie and Annie were in hearing distance and I know how kids are always listening.

Marie tried not to smile but she did. "So what is it you want?"

"I have a proposition for you."

"What? What did you say?" She took it totally out of context.

"I have tickets to go to the university basketball game Friday night and I wondered if you and the kids would like to go?"

Billy came to the door. "A real basketball game. Wow, Mom, can we go?"

"I'm sorry, Billy, but I have to be at the University Friday and your Aunt Alice doesn't like sports."

I spoke up. "Marie, I don't know if you trust me enough but I would be willing to take Billy and Annie to the game. That way Alice won't have to babysit, and it will save you a few dollars. You can call Alice and I'm sure she will vouch for my character. Besides, it would be a fun experience for the kids. I'll stay here with them till you get home from the University. What do you say?"

"Say yes, Mom," cried Annie. "I've never been to a basketball game."

"Yeah, Mom, please. We'll be good for Uncle Harley, we promise."

"You kids go into the other room for a minute. I need to talk to Uncle Harley."

"Why do you keep putting me on the spot? You're using my kids to get at me, aren't you? What exactly is it you want?" asked Marie.

"You, Marie, I want you to be my friend. I want to help you if I can. I don't know where this is going but I do know that since I met you I feel different on the inside. Why don't you want to be friends with me? I'm not that bad a guy."

"You don't understand. I like you, I really do, but I don't have room for romance in my life right now. My plate is full and I'm doing the best I can. I don't know what to do about the kids now. They like you and talk about you all the time, ever since you fixed our computer, which I really do appreciate."

"So what's the problem with us being friends? We can enjoy each other's company and we can take the kids to different games. I get tickets all the time for everything. Look Marie, I'm retiring next month from teaching at the university and as you know I'm pretty much alone. If you say you want me to stay away from your kids, I'll bow out quietly."

"No, it's not fair to the kids. They like you and they deserve to do more things too. I'm so busy between work and school that I don't spend enough time with them."

"Work? Where do you work?" I was being serious here but she didn't take it that way.

"Stella's - you don't think that's hard work? You should try it for a month." She just started laughing and had a hard time stopping.

"What's so funny? I thought you had another job. I didn't think about Stella's."

"I just keep picturing you being a gigolo and it's so funny. You would have a hard time getting past one customer." She started laughing again.

The kids came running to their mom and asked why she was laughing. "Can we go to the game with Uncle Harley, Mom?"

"Okay, kids, you can go. I'm making the arrangements with Aunt Alice."

"Yea, we can go. Can we have a hot dog and popcorn, and pop?" asked Billy.

"I want one of those big finger things that say number one," said Annie.

"I thought you guys wanted to see the game?"

"Yeah! That too, Mom.

"I have one extra ticket in case you want to go with us."

"You know I have to work that night. Maybe you can take my brother Joe with you. He's Alice's husband, he's a big sports fan."

"That's fine. Give him a call and let him know I'll be by here to pick him up. I'd love to meet your brother. By the way, does he know about your job?"

"Please, Harley, no one knows and I need to keep it that way. Everyone thinks I work part-time at the University."

I met Joe and he seemed like a decent guy. I asked him what he did for a living and he told me he was a contractor.

"How's business now? Keeping busy?" I asked Joe.

"I have a bid in for a really big job. They told me I can have it if I can come up with the bond money."

"I'm not quite sure I understand," I mentioned.

"For the really big contracts, like this one for a new mall, you have to put up a fifty thousand dollar cash bond. It's in case you back out before finishing the project. It protects the buyer from faulty or dishonest contractors."

"Sounds fair to me, Joe."

"It is, but the smaller contractor like me doesn't have that kind of money lying around. I asked the bank for a loan but we already have a hundred thousand dollar debt, for all the equipment we bought and are paying on. They won't loan us any more without collateral. Without the bond we'll lose the contract."

"Maybe I can help Joe. I know a few people who might be willing to loan you the money. Give me the information on the mall and I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, Harley; that would be great. Contracts like this are hard to come by. Tell your friends I'll pay them off as soon as possible if I get the loan."

"Let's see how it goes first, Joe. Right now I promised two great little kids a trip to a basketball game."

After the game Joe went home and I sat with Billy and Annie until their mom arrived. When she walked in the door she looked at me and quickly looked away. I think it was because I knew where she was while I took her kids to the game.

"Mommy, we had a great time. Uncle Harley bought us everything. Look, Mom, I got a nerf basketball so I can play with it in the house," said Billy.

"See my big finger, Mom. It's say's number 1. We had hot dogs, and cotton candy, and everything," said Annie.

"They were great kids, Marie. I told them I would take them again if you say it's alright. Your brother Joe seems like a nice guy. I told him I'd get two extra tickets so his kids could go next time."

"Thanks for taking the kids, Harley. It was really nice of you. We'll see about going again later. Right now I need my sleep."

I knew she didn't want to talk to me so I said goodbye to the kids and told them we would do it again sometime.

On Monday I contacted my attorney and told him to find out about this mall deal for Joe. He called back the same day and told me it was legitimate. I told him to contact my accountant and set up the loan for Joe. 

The following week I got a call from Joe saying that a firm bought his bank loan and also fronted him the fifty thousand dollars he needed. He thanked me over and over again.

"Joe, just do the job proud. I expect to shop in the mall when it's finished. By the way I have six tickets to Friday's game if you want to take your kids and ask Marie if we could take Billy and Annie. Just leave me a message on my answering machine." 

I didn't want to argue with Marie again about taking the kids. I'd let her brother Joe do that for me. He got back to me and it was on. We took the four kids to the game. Joe and Alice's kids were excited too. They had a boy and a girl, ages ten and eight. We met at Joe's place. Marie dropped the kids off there, I guess so she didn't have to face me.

I couldn't get Marie out of my mind. I almost felt like stalking her but I knew that wouldn't solve my problem. Joe and I took the kids to another game but again we were to meet at Joe's place.

The following week I stopped by Stella's place. "Is she here, Stella? I want to invite her to my retirement party at the university."

"I'll page her for you, Harley." Angel came down the stairs and saw me.

"Hi, Harley, I'm booked up today. What can I do for you?" She looked somewhat sad and I know she wasn't booked up. It wasn't the way that Stella ran her business.

"The University is throwing me a retirement party Saturday and I would like you to be my date. I would feel odd not having someone to go with. Do you think you could go with me?"

Angel took a deep breath. "Okay, if you promise not to talk about my job."

I had the biggest smile on my face. Even Stella smiled when she heard Angel's answer. "Fine, I'll pick you up a six. It's a pretty dressy affair. Thought you might want to know. I'll try and have you home by midnight in case your sitter needs to know. Thank you and I really mean it."

As I was leaving I saw Angel smile at Stella. Maybe she still liked me.

I went to pick her up at the house and April was there. I had on a black tuxedo. "Wow! Don't we look spiffy," replied April.

Marie came to the door and looked beautiful in a light blue dress. "You look absolutely gorgeous," I said, as she smiled at me. "I mean it, Marie, I've never saw anyone so beautiful. You look like an angel."

She looked at me quickly, but then she knew it had nothing to do with her work name.

The retirement party was nice. I introduced Marie to everyone as my good friend, soon to be a nurse. Every man there complimented me on my date. A few even remembered my retirement. When the music started I held Marie close and the scent of her was almost erotic to me. I kept tipping the band and told them to keep the music slow. I just wanted to hold Marie.

I got Marie the drink of her choice but I drank club soda. My stomach was acting up so I didn't want any liquor. I knew there were a lot of my friends and associates at this party but I would have just as soon been alone with Marie. She acted so graciously to my friends and fellow teachers. Most people there thought we were a couple even with the difference in our age. It was just the way Marie acted with me, almost like she was glad to be there.

On the way home she told me she had a wonderful time. I thanked her for acting as though she liked me and she told me, "I wasn't acting, Harley, I really do like you."

When we arrived at her house she invited me in. She told me the kids would be staying at Alice's house tonight. As we walked through the door I turned her around and kissed her on the lips. She didn't stop me but kissed me back with the same feeling that I gave her.

It wasn't five minutes before her dress was removed and she stood there in her bra and panties. I had my clothes off in less then thirty seconds. We lay on her bed and I kissed her time and time again. She wasn't at work, she was at home and I could kiss her as much as I wanted. I removed her bra and sucked on her nipples. She pulled my head down on her breast and I sucked for all I was worth. I removed her panties and slipped my fingers into her moist opening. I pumped them in and out of her pussy as she pushed hard against my finger.

"Cum for me, Marie, cum for me. You can do it; I feel your pulsating pussy against my fingers. Cum for me, baby, cum for me."

She screamed out and had an orgasm; her juices covered my hand. I squeezed her mound with my fingers deep within her. I then laid next to her and we cuddled. My cock pressed up against her ass. She leaned forward and I pushed my condom covered cock into her already wet pussy. After I came, we fell asleep with my cock buried deep within her.

I woke up sometime during the night to pee and took off the condom and disposed of it. My stomach was still bothering me but I didn't want to bother Marie so I looked for a few antacids and went back and cuddled up to Marie.

We woke up the next morning when the phone rang. It was April asking when Marie was going to pick up the kids.

"Did you have a nice time at the retirement party, Marie?" asked April.

"Oh, it was very nice. It made me feel rather sophisticated, and the people were all so friendly. Also Harley is a good dancer," answered Marie.

"What time did he go home, Marie?"

Marie paused... "I don't remember, must have been late."

"This is me you're talking to Marie. Is he still there?" asked April.

She looked over at me and was afraid to answer. "Yes, April, he's still here. We are going to have breakfast and then I'll be over to get the kids." She hung up the phone.

"Marie, I'll just have a glass of juice if you don't mind. My stomach has been acting up as of late." I didn't want her to think I was in a hurry to leave. After all, I would love to be with her forever.

A few days later I stopped by her work and asked to see her. Stella paged her and when she saw me she got mad. "What are you doing here? I told you not to come here and see me."

I was dumbfounded. After our love session at her place I couldn't believe the turn around in her actions. "I came here to ask you to go with me to Las Vegas Friday. I have to accept an award and I wanted you to meet my sister. She'll be there."

"I can't go; you know I work on Tuesdays and Fridays. It wouldn't be fair to Stella with me taking time off at will."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought we were finally going forward. I really wanted her to go with me and got aggravated. I looked over at Stella and I knew she wanted to stay out of it, but Marie brought her up as an excuse. "Stella, you supply girls for overnight trips, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Stella, I'll give you five thousand dollars to have Angel as a companion for me for two days. We'll be flying out Friday and returning Saturday. I will see that she has her own room and give you my word that she will not be asked to do anything she chooses not to do. Is that acceptable with you?"

Stella knew she had to answer. "Harley, of course those are very generous terms. However, the decision rides with the girls, in this case Angel."

Angel was glaring at me. "Alright, the terms are acceptable. You make the arrangements with Stella." She got up and walked out.

Stella spoke first. "Harley, are you sure about this? Believe me, Angel cares for you but I can't promise what kind of a companion she will be."

"Don't worry, she's a spectacular actress. I found that out at my retirement party."

"Harley, she told me all about that party. Believe me, she wasn't acting. She really does care for you."

"She has an odd way of showing me."

I was just confused. I will be the first to admit, I don't know anything about women. I felt that it was time Marie learned of the real Doctor Harley Davidson if we were to go any further. I just hoped that I wasn't being presumptuous. I'm almost sure she was interested in me. Liking someone doesn't necessarily mean you want to spend the rest of your life with them. I wanted her in my life, did she want me? I needed for her to know that I had more than enough money to take care of us and she would have to quit this so called job if we were to be together.

I picked her up for our trip to the airport. Thank God for her sister April who agreed to watch the kids on such short notice She got in the car and took a deep breath. "Harley, I am going to tell you a few things. Please don't interrupt me; I have to get this out in the open. It's a bit awkward for me so please try and understand. I know you want to know why I'm working at Stella's and I'll try to explain everything."

"Okay, Marie, I'll listen and try not to interrupt you. You should know that I really care or you. And that is why I keep bothering you and the kids."

"Harley, I care for you too and I've know for awhile that you liked me also. Now, about the job. I hate it; I've always hated it for the short time that I have had it. After the death of my husband, I received VA (veterans) benefits. I also received social security. It wasn't a lot but we were able to make ends meet. About two years after the death of my husband I decided to go back to school and work to get a nursing degree. I was doing okay till we had a few setbacks. Our washer and dryer needed replacing and later we had to get our car repaired. We still made ends meet until last year when the car just stopped running. We had to get another vehicle. By then we were behind on all our bills so I had to find a job or quit school.

"The nursing program was our future and I didn't want to quit. I would have asked Joe for help but he had debts of his own. I went looking for a job and there just wasn't anything paying enough to really help us. I couldn't go to school and work a full time job and still see my kids. I was up the creek without a paddle. One of the other female students told me she was able to make money working at Stella's and said I should talk to her about working part time.

"Now, I'm not a prude or anywhere near it but I never thought I would become a hooker for even a short period of time. Stella explained her program for the girls and said they could average five hundred to a thousand dollars a day. I thought about my kids and my nursing career and went for it. I told Alice and Joe that on Tuesday's and Friday's the University let me work off part of my schooling by working at the university. I hate what I'm doing and only have less than a month left to go before graduating. I have to finish and I can't let anything or anyone stop me.




My Life



"I know that you offered to help but I can't just take money from people, even you. I have to earn my way. I know you are now a retired professor and probably living on a limited income. I couldn't use you for my personal gain. I care for you too much for that. I couldn't believe that you paid five thousand dollars to be with me at this benefit. I think you used some very poor judgment but decided to come after you ended up writing Stella that check. I'm going to give you back the part I make on this trip. I get sixty percent of the money. There is no way I can accept this much money from you. In fact, I need to talk to you about our relationship, but not till after this award banquet.

"We'll talk again after the banquet. I will not accept any more money from you, I'm sorry, I just can't. After our talk tonight please don't ask for me at Stella's anymore."

I heard everything she said. I decided to go with the flow and let her find out about me at the benefit. I told her to try and enjoy herself at the benefit, that it was all prepaid including her own private room which had its own hot tub in it.

"All I ask of you is please act as though you are my friend at this benefit. There will be a lot of people watching us and I have to mingle a lot. Also, I should tell you that my sister is a straightforward person and her husband will be there also. They know you only as my friend."

"Harley, I don't act with you. I really enjoyed the retirement party. There was no acting. When you and I have sex, there is no acting there either. You need to know that."

We arrived at the airport and took our seats on the plane. While in the air she had a drink and I asked for club soda.

"Harley, you better see a doctor. Your stomach ailment has been going on too long to be indigestion."

"I'll think about going after we get back from the trip. We'll see then."

Marie was impressed with our hotel accommodations. We had adjoining rooms with a door that locked between them. She had the hot tub on her side. I had one at home so it didn't mean that much to me.

"When we get back tonight, I'm going to spend a lot of time in the hot tub," said Marie. "I love them."

"I have one at home. I never realized you liked them so much. Of course I have always asked you to come over, but you never wanted to come to my place."

We dressed for the banquet. I put on my tuxedo and knocked on our joint door. When Marie opened it, I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Elegant would be the way to put it. I pulled out a little box that contained a diamond necklace and long earrings.

"How beautiful, Harley. Where did you rent them from?" asked Marie.

It didn't seemed odd that a person would lease or rent expensive jewelry for elegant gatherings. "I'll explain later; right now we need to hurry over to the banquet room."

She slipped on the necklace and earrings. To me she looked like a movie star ready to walk the red carpet.

As we entered the banquet room everyone noticed our entrance. Person after person came up to greet us. "Mr. Davidson, it's an honor and a pleasure to see you." That must have been said a hundred times. Everyone complimented Marie on how beautiful she looked also.

"What's going on here, Harley? I'm getting a little nervous. The people are nice and all but they act like you're the president or something. They're treating me like some kind of royalty."

I laughed and as I was about to tell her what was going on my sister came up to me and gave me a big hug. "Hi, Harley. It's so good to see you. So, is this the special woman you've told me about? She's kind of young for you but she is gorgeous."

"Marie, meet my little sister, June. Mom named her that because that was the month she was born. The old guy with her is my brother, Bill. He's the only man alive that can keep her in line other than me," I laughed.

"June, Bill, this is Marie, a very special friend. Now, I have to talk to a couple of people. June, please answer any questions Marie might have. Tell her the truth about me and our business. I think she's a little nervous right now."

I pulled Marie to the side. "I'll be back in a few minutes; I have to talk with a couple of people. You'll be more than safe with June. Feel free to ask her anything you want."

As I was walking away to talk to a couple of people I saw June sidle over to Marie. "So my brother said that you are studying to be a nurse and almost have your credits finished. You do know my brother is - what should I call it? - infatuated with you? I can see why. You are one nice looking woman. I see Harley pulled out all the stops and you're wearing Mom's jewelry."

"What? Your mom's jewelry? Oh, my God, I'm so sorry."

"Easy Honey, I know I come on kind of strong. Mom willed it to him. I received similar jewelry. To be honest with you, Harley bought it for mom. Don't be nervous but he paid somewhere in the vicinity of a hundred thousand dollars for it, and that was over ten years ago. He must think a lot of you to let you wear it or he might even be thinking of giving it to you, who knows? Harley's a very generous man."

"I don't understand. Harley is a retired University Professor; did he get willed a lot of money? He never mentioned he was wealthy."

"Ok, Marie, my brother is a philanthropist. He gives money to people and organizations that he believes are in need. He is here tonight to receive the National Good Samaritan Award."

"Why didn't he say anything to me about it? I feel so foolish, I feel so... confused now," replied Marie. 

"Honey, he brought you here tonight so he could let you know the truth about himself. He was never good with the women. He really is rather shy. The way he got wealthy was that he invented a lot computer hardware and software. He has over sixty patents which means, for ten years, on each patent he gets compensation every time his products are bought or used in a computer. Even though he only gets fifty cents or so on each patent used on every computer, it adds up to millions of dollars.

"He started a corporation called HD Investments. He puts all his royalties into it and then gives or loans out money to needy people and corporations. There are only two stock holders: Harley and me. He owns seventy percent and I own thirty percent. It's a closed company and no one else can buy into it. They wouldn't want to anyway because it doesn't make money. The loans are tax free and the only additional monies are interest from where he invests the unused portion of the fund. I'm nothing but a second figure head. It's all Harley but he doesn't want too many people to know so I get a lot of the credit for loaning money. Tonight we are here together to accept the National award for HD Investments."

"June, please believe me when I say that I had no idea that Harley was worth anything. How wealthy is he?"

June laughed and said, "He's not wealthy, he's super rich. His worth changes daily but at last audit he was worth well over half a billion dollars."

"Oh, my God, June; I can't see him right now. Will you tell him I'm so sorry but I have to leave? I can't face him right now." Marie ran out of the hall.

After the awards were presented, I went to June and she told me about Marie's reaction. I just don't understand women; I don't know what I did wrong. I said my goodbyes to a few of the people and to June and Bill and headed out of the hall. I rushed to my room and the joint door was open. There on the desk was a note.

"Dear Harley, I'm so sorry for running out on you but I just couldn't deal with facing you right now. I put the necklace and earrings back in the box and it is on your dresser. I am leaving for the airport. Please don't try and get hold of me. Love, Marie."

My stomach started hurting; I figured I probably got an ulcer for dealing with Marie.

Since I had the room for the night, I undressed and sat in the hot tub. I thought 'To hell with the ulcer' and ordered up a bottle of champagne.

In the morning I felt like hell. I called June and Bill and decided to have breakfast with them. I ate some scrambled eggs and had orange juice. My stomach wasn't getting much better. I asked June what she thought my problem was with Marie.

"I think she was totally embarrassed finding out your wealth. Some women don't handle that kind of information well. She definitely is not a gold digger. I believe she has earned her way though life and doesn't accept handouts. If you want her to be with you, you have your work cut out for you."

"What do you think, Bill?"

"All I did was observe. She really cares for you but I'd say she is afraid that you might think she wants you for your money now. I don't know how you can prove to her otherwise. All I can say is she is one beautiful lady and you would be lucky to have her. Not only for her looks but I believe she has a lot of integrity."

"Thank you both for your opinions. I guess it's just something I'll have to mull over. The reason I never told her about being rich was I want to be wanted for something besides my wealth and I might have lost the only woman who liked me for myself."

When I got back home I tried calling her home but April said she didn't want to talk to me and asked me exactly what happened.

"What did she tell you, April?" I asked.

"She said you were rich and right now she can't deal with it. Is it true, Harley?"

"Let's just say I'm financially stable. By the way, tell Joe that the loan he received has been written off as paid. Just tell him to make us all proud in the mall development."

"Oh, my God, I can't believe you would do that. Thank you so much, Harley, and I wish you the best with Marie. I think she needs time."

I waited another week and went by Stella's place.

"Is she here, Stella?"

"No, she hasn't been back to work since she can back from that trip Harley. She said something about being embarrassed about being around you, Harley. Is it true that you are filthy rich, Harley?"

"I don't know about being filthy," I smiled, "But I am rather wealthy."

"I know I shouldn't ask this Harley, but if you have let's say an extreme amount of money, why did you charge me ten thousand dollars for the computer system?"

I laughed, "Stella, Stella, Stella, I know you're worth quite a bit too. Do you give your product away to people in need?"

"Good one, Harley, I see your point."

"Stella, I help people who I think need help. If you would have shopped around you would have found that your system is worth over thirty thousand dollars."

"I wondered why a few professional people didn't believe me when I told them what I paid. Harley, Marie is graduating Saturday. She gave me two tickets to attend. Would you like to go with me to it?"

"I'd love to go. Let's make a date of it and I'll take you out for dinner. Oh, I don't mean sex, Stella, just dinner."

Stella laughed. She was a good person and we did have dinner before going to the graduation. We talked about Marie and how she wanted the job to help her get though school. Stella didn't think she would be coming back, especially if she got a job as a nurse.

I saw Joe and Alice at the graduation. Joe actually came up and gave me a hug and thanked me for helping him out. I said hi to all the kids and they wanted to know when we could all go to another game. I told them I'd give Joe some tickets and they could all go. I would be busy but maybe their mom could go with them. It earned me a frown from Alice but I knew she was kidding.

When the awards and diplomas were given out we all stood up and cheered for Marie. We might have looked a little foolish, but we didn't care. Billie and Annie were really proud of their mom. She had looked out at us and was smiling.

After the ceremony, I left before she came to see her family. I didn't want to put her on the spot on her special day. I waited outside for Stella and then took her home.

A couple more days went by and my stomach was really hurting, so I made the trip to the doctor.

"Doc, it's my stomach. I think I must have an ulcer."

He did all the usual tests and poked around my abdominal area. "Harley, I want you to go across the street to the hospital and have some x-rays taken. I'll give you a call in a day or two when I get the results."

Two days later I received a call from the Doc. "Harley, please come in this afternoon. I need to talk to you."

"What is it, Doc? Just an ulcer, right?"

"Come in this afternoon and I'll show you. I have your x-rays here."

I went in and the Doc showed me my x-rays. "Harley, you have at least two tumors on the outside wall of your stomach."

"Are they malignant, Doc? Do I have cancer?"

"I don't know, Harley. I want you to check into the hospital and we will take a biopsy and go from there. Let's not put the cart before the horse. Let's get the results and we can proceed from there. Either way we will want to remove those tumors."

"Doc, give me a couple of days. I have a couple of things I need to take care of first."

"Don't wait too long, Harley. We need to get those tests run and those tumors taken out."

"Level with me, Doc; we've known each other a lot of years. What are the chances that these tumors are malignant?"

"About an eighty-five percent chance that they are malignant, but even if they are, we might have caught it early enough. So please, Harley, no longer than two days."

I left the doctor's office wondering what to do next. I set up an appointment with my attorney and my accountant for the next day. I needed to get a few things taken care of.

"Lloyd, Riley, I am going to the hospital. I need a few things done before I go in. Lloyd, I want my will changed. I want you to leave everything the same except add the name 'Marie Dupree' to it as a beneficiary. She's a very close friend. If something happens to me see that she gets one hundred million dollars."

"Harley, do you think..."

"Lloyd, this isn't up for discussion. Please see that the changes are made."

"Yes, sir, I'll do it right away."

"Riley, transfer two hundred thousand dollars from HD Investments into a private savings account in the lady's name also. I want this money available to her immediately. Are there any questions?"

"What's going on, Harley? Why the rush?"

"I have tumors on my stomach. You can take it from there, guys. Just make sure these changes are made. If something should happen to me, Lloyd, you are still the executor of my estate and of course my sister is the main beneficiary. Riley, you are still in charge of HD Investments in my place. Choose your charities well and make sure June agrees with you.

"Tomorrow I'll be in the hospital for more tests. We'll see what happens after that."

"Good luck, Harley, and we will be praying for you."

I said my thanks and headed over to talk to the hospital administrator. 

"Ralph, thanks for seeing me on such short notice."

"Anything for a good friend, Harley. What can I do for you?"

"First, I need a favor. A very close friend of mine has just graduated from nursing school and is looking for a position at a hospital in the area. I'm sure she will apply here, seeing this is the biggest and the best Her name is Marie Dupree."

"No problem Harley, I'll make sure personal looks at her resume."

"Ralph, I would like you to interview her yourself, as I said this is a very special friend. I'm sure you'll like her. Please don't mention me to her. She is very independent. I would never ask you to do this if I thought she wouldn't be an asset to your hospital."

"Sure, Harley, anything for the founder of HD Investments."

"The other thing, Ralph, is I'll be checking into your hospital. I don't know how long I'll be here but I don't want everyone to know about it."

"We'll do our best to make your stay as comfortable as we can Harley."

I thanked Ralph and left his office. I made a note to call Riley and have him make a small donation to the hospital. I always like to help people who have done favors for me. In Ralph's case, it was somewhat the other way around.

I checked into the hospital and my doctor already had my tests set up to be run. They took a biopsy and it was what we had expected. I had two malignant tumors attached to the outer wall of my stomach. The doctor told me that he would have to remove a small portion of my stomach as well as the two tumors. If they find that the tumors hadn't spread, then I would have a really good chance of recovery. He asked me when I wanted to have the surgery and I told him I needed a day to think about it.

"Harley, what's there to think about? With the surgery you have a sixty/forty chance of recovery. Without the surgery, you have a ninety-nine percent chance of death."

"I understand, Doc; I'll let you know tomorrow."

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Here I am, back to where the story started or is ending, depending on how you want to look at it. I was lying in my hospital bed wondering what I should do, when in walks Marie.

"Hi, Harley. Why didn't you call me? Something this important and you didn't even tell me."

"You said you didn't want to see me, so I honored your request. How did you find out anyway? Very few people knew?"

"The hospital told me. First, I want to tell you I don't work at Stella's anymore. I haven't since I came back from that trip with you. I got a new job starting Monday as a nurse in this hospital. Of course you already knew that."

"How would I know? I haven't even talked to you. In fact I didn't know you got a nursing job, so there!"

"Harley, how many nurses get a call from a Hospital Administrator shortly after their graduation? My interview had your fingerprints all over it. I do want to thank you for that, even though it kind of hurt my independent thinking. I couldn't pass up the opportunity."

"So, Ralph told you I was here? He wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Wait till I see him."

"Ralph didn't tell me you were admitted. You did by way of your admittance papers. You listed next of kin as June and the closest contact person, in case of any problems, as me. So I was called when your test results were received. The hospital and doctor always talk with the family when this type of result is found. So when are you going in for surgery?"

"I don't know if I am."

"What? You can't be serious? Harley, you have a sixty percent chance of a full recovery. Why on earth wouldn't you take it?"

"Marie, I'm damn near sixty. No family to speak of except my sister who lives five hundred miles away. I don't know if I want to go through all that pain and agony; having half of a stomach and possible radiation or chemotherapy treatments. I don't know if I want to go through with all that. According to the doctor I will need some special care for at least three months while I'm healing. I've made peace with my maker many years ago. Give me one good reason why I should put myself through all that for a sixty percent chance of survival."

She had tears running down her cheeks when she said, "I'll give you three good reasons, Annie, Billy and Marie. They are three people who really care for you and don't want you to give up."

"But you said you didn't want to see me anymore. What changed that?"

"You did, you big lug. You practically told everyone I'm your mistress and now everyone thinks I want you for your money."

"I did no such thing. Where did you possibly get that idea?"

"The bank called me to inform me that I needed to come in and update my file. Since I had deposited two hundred thousand dollars into my account, they needed more accurate records."

"What did you tell them?"

"That I was a hooker and became your mistress and the money was for services rendered."

"Surely you didn't say that?"

"Of course not, you goofball. They needed my date of birth, address and other information. Anyway I decided if I have to explain why you gave me money then I might as well be with you.




My Life



"All kidding aside, Harley, I cared for you from the first time I was with you. No other man has ever made me feel that way. Seeing you with my kids, I grew to love you. I was going to tell you at the celebration in Las Vegas but after I found out how wealthy you are, I was afraid you would think I was with you for your money and it wasn't true. If I would only have told you how I felt before the benefit, before I knew about your finances. I love you for just being you. 

I wasn't sure you would believe me if I told you after the benefit, after finding out your financial situation, so I ran and have missed you ever since. So, now that you know how I really feel about you, are you going to have the surgery?"

"Marie, what about the care I'll need and help with the recovery? I can't put you through that."

"I'm a nurse or will soon be one. It's my job to take care of people in need. What would be better than taking care of the man I love? The doctor can take care of the physical side but you and I need to take care of the mental side. I'll be there for you, Harley, I promise. Just say you'll have the surgery and I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, I'm doing this for you. You better be there when I wake up."

I had the surgery and they found a third growth but were able to remove it along with the other two tumors as well as about a third of my stomach. When I woke up in recovery there was a nurse in a white uniform keeping her promise.

I had to spend nearly a month in the hospital. I did have to have radiation treatment and the doctor and Marie figured it would be better for me to just stay in the hospital. I was feeling better the second week and had a few visitors. June and Bill came to see me.

"Hi there, Harley, how's it going?" asked Bill. "You kind of look like shit," he laughed.

"Don't make me laugh. It hurts too much. I guess they got all the cancer but now it will take a few months of just learning what and how much I can eat. I sure could go for a big juicy steak right now, but it would probably kill me."

June spoke next. "Harley, I know that we always have lived far apart, but you are always with me. You are my big brother, after all. I know Bill and I and even my kids owe our life to you. You were always there for us and never asked for anything in return. I just want you to know that I love you, big brother." June was crying as she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Hey! Hopefully I'm not dying. Maybe after I get home we can see each other more often. It's not like we can't afford the trip. By the way, June, I spoke with Riley and you and he will be running the brunt of the business. I don't know anyone I trust more than you and Riley."

Bill said, "I see you got the girl. We talked with her and the gal really loves you, Harley. We even met her two kids. I think you're going to love your new life. I know I would. Ouch!" Bill yelled as June slapped him alongside the head.

"Sometime you talk too much, Bill," replied June, but she was smiling and I was holding my stomach trying not to laugh. It just hurt too much.

"Did you bring it with you, June?" I asked.

"Yes, I'll give it to her in a few minutes," replied June.

Marie walked in and gave me a kiss. She was able to convince Ralph that she should be on my floor. She was my nurse now. June asked her to step out of the room for a minute. She told her she had something for her. When they were outside the door June said, "You left your necklace and earrings in the hotel in Las Vegas. Harley told me to bring them to you."

Marie hugged my sister; there wasn't a need for words. She then came running back in the room crying as she hugged me.

"Damn," replied Bill. "It almost makes me want to get sick."

"You keep that shit up and you'll be in a hospital alright, but it won't be because you are sick," laughed June.

Later in the week April and Joe came to see me. April gave me a hug and a light kiss. They asked the usual questions and we talked for awhile.

"Harley, did anyone tell you that, with those last tickets you gave us for the game, April and Marie went with us? The women had as good a time as the kids. After you get out of the hospital and back home I think we'll all be going to the games together. Oh, by the way, the kids bought you something. I left it in the lobby. Let me go get it."

He left and brought back a big bag. I opened it and took out a big #1 finger. Underneath the number the kids wrote, "Get well soon, Uncle Harley, we love you," and the four kids signed it. For some reason it made me cry. I mean tears and all. Just the thought of these little kids thinking about me while they were at the game did it to me. April came to me and gave me another hug.

It was about time for me to leave the hospital and to go home. Marie came in and said I had a couple of special visitors. I looked up and in came Annie and Billy.

"I got permission to let them come up and see you. They ask about you all the time."

"Uncle Harley, did Mom tell you that we're going to live with you?" said Billy.

"Billy, you weren't supposed to tell him yet. We were supposed to ask him if it was alright?"

Annie added earnestly, "We went to your house and cleaned it."

"Annie, you shouldn't say that," spoke Marie.

"But we did, Mommy, I'm just telling the truth. Mommy even let us go in the hot tub, didn't you, Mommy? But she went in with us. She said she couldn't wait to go in it with you."

"Annie! I think you said enough."

Billy took another turn. "Uncle Harley, you have a lot of puters. Are they all sick? Are you going to fix them? Can me and Annie each have our own? Mommy keeps playing game on ours and we don't get to play much."

I was laughing so hard it hurt. Having these two around was going to be great. "Billy, Annie, as soon as I get well, I'll fix you both up with your own puter - I mean, computer. Mommy can have her own also. As far as the hot tub goes, you can go in anytime your mom says it's okay."

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Epilogue:

It's been three months since I left the hospital. I was moving around pretty good. Marie and the kids did move in with me. I needed a home health nurse and of course Marie applied for the job and got it. It wasn't much of a surprise, but I wouldn't have it any other way. She kept her job at the hospital and I was her only home health patient. One day she said that it was funny that she got paid to take care of me.

I reminded her that, that was how we met - her taking care of me.

"Harley, can you ever forgive me for my past?"

"Honey, we all have pasts. I did the same as you for years, only I was the payee. It"s the future that counts for us."

One day Marie and April went shopping and I was watching the kids. I was just sitting and relaxing in the middle of my king size bed doing a little paper work. I heard the kids in the hall. 

"You ask him." 

"No, you ask him." 

"You always say you're older, so you should ask him." 

"Let's ask him together."

I glanced up and the kids came into my room and one of them sat on either side of me and sat up the way I was sitting. 

Billy went first, "Uncle Harley, do you love mommy?"

"As a matter of fact, Billy, I do. Why are you asking me?"

"Mommy is going to ask you to marry her. 'Member I told you she said she wanted to marry a doctor. Since you're a doctor of puters, I guess that counts."

"Who told you she was going to ask me to get married, Billy?"

"I know, I know," said Annie.

"Okay, Annie, who told you?"

"Mommy did! She asked me and Billy if we would mind it if you and her got married. We told her we loved you Uncle Harley but we wouldn't mind calling you daddy either."

"Kids, does your mother know you are asking me these questions?"

"No. Why, Uncle Harley?"

"Don't look now but your mother is in the doorway with her arms folded."

"Uh, oh, are we in big trouble again, Uncle Harley?" ask Billy.

"I don't think so because she's smiling."

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are always welcome.

DG Hear



My Life



Please tell me what you think! I'm I the only married man that enjoys having his wife in pantyhose? Am I the only man who is lucky to have a wife that enjoys role playing?

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I'm not sure really sure when it started or how it started but for as long as I can remember I've loved pantyhose. My mom worked at a bank during the day and at night in a restaurant. Both jobs required her to wear pantyhose. Also living up north a lot of girls in my school wore pantyhose with skirts or dresses. I loved taking the train into the city with all the professional woman dressed in power suits and pantyhose. I use to fantasies about who was wearing panties and who was bare under the pantyhose.

To me, pantyhose are soft and erotic. I become aroused when I slip my toe in them and rock hard before I pull the hose up past my knees. Sheer to waist are the best, the most erotic, for its all nylon and when I walk the friction from the pantyhose keeps me hard and some times I even cum! I do not consider myself gay as I'm attracted to women. I find the idea of kissing a guy a turn off.

I remember the first time that I came while wearing pantyhose, I had no idea what was going on. I never came before. So there I was on my bed in sheer tan pantyhose and just moving around under the covers. I had to stay covered so that my sister was unable to bust me. The pantyhose felt really good and this time my cock felt different. My toes started to tingle and then my head. It's like I could feel every strand of hair on my scalp, each one tingling and then it happened. I looked down as my cock felt different and when I moved that last friction shot me over the edge, and I started to cum. I had no idea what it was as this thick white cream started to shoot out of my cock, clumping in the pantyhose. I was afraid and had no idea what happened but it felt good. 

Crap, my mother would kill me! I remove the pantyhose and went to the bathroom where I washed them. I was so afraid for two reasons, first my mom would find out and secondly about what just happened. Luckily for me my mom had some Wool Lite and was able to clean the pantyhose.

I was never caught in pantyhose nor had any bad experiences. It, this, me wearing pantyhose was something that I enjoyed alone.

Now, I'm a smaller guy and never had to worry about stretching out my mother's pantyhose. Even today I'm only five six and about one hundred fourth pounds. My wife Holly, when she wears heels is actually taller than me. She has no clue about my pantyhose fetish other than I love to see her wearing pantyhose. Even with Holly I had nothing to worry about as we were about the same size.

Holly came into my wife after college at my first job. I was the technical guy at the company she worked for. Holly never went to college and started working for this company right after high school. She was like the twentieth employee, and when I started there I was like number two hundred. Holly had a knack for sales; she knew what questions to ask to quality people and how to figure out what they needed. Then she sold it to them and always made sure not to leave money on the table. Some how I worked myself up to ask her out and she said yes. 

Now, Holly works in sales and has to dress professional and that means she has to wear pantyhose. I love watching her in the morning from taking a shower to dressing. Holly never wears panties during the summer; she says that it's too hot. When she puts on sheer pantyhose I always wonder if anyone will see her pussy. Oh, how I would dream about her flashing someone. 

Holly has the classic pear shape and works hard to stay in shape. She's pretty afraid that she will look like her mother so she watches what she eats. We both love riding bikes and we even go to the gym two to three times a week. Now, being a guy I really love Holly's rack which happens to be a 36c with nipples that were made for sucking. I love it when its cold outside as there is nothing she can do to hide her hard nipples. Now if that wasn't enough she is a natural blond! Not that it fully matters as she keeps her self pretty groomed with a sexy landing strip.

She never let on or thought that I was strange when I asked her to wear pantyhose or fishnets. We just had fun with it, or that is what I thought. Once we rented our first place Holly really started to open up. She had no toys and I of course, being a man, wanted to watch her with vibrators and dildos. So off we went shopping, and purchased Holly several toys and I got a lap dance which I will tell you about in a minute. Holly wanted to try out some bondage stuff; oh I never knew she had that side to her! Needless to say I was like a kind in a candy store. 

Okay back to the lap dance. In Florida we have lingerie stores that offer modeling sessions. For a fee, you can pick out some clothes and have a model try on different things for you. The model changes inches from you and Holly had purchased a session for me, just so that I was sure about the different lingerie. The lingerie model had a different body type and was unable to wear what Holly had selected, so Holly was able to pick out some different clothes for the model. 

Did I die and go to heaven? My wife was selecting clothes for a model to wear for me! I didn't ask if Holly realized that the model would be changing right in front of me but I did ask if Holly could join us. The model said no, but that was due to the fact that we were new to the store. The model was worried that Holly would get jealous and confrontational. Anyway, the session was hot and so was Holly. I could tell that she was flushed and aroused; my tent was hard to hide. That night was some amazing sex! Granted I had a lot of pent up energy from the show and some how Holly was on fire.

Since Holly is in sales she has to travel a lot for business. Its just part of her job and I hate being away from her but that's life, right? She had to dress professional on her sales calls and most nights she had business dinners. Holly never gave off signals that I had something to worry about and if she did allow a client to take her to bed, well she never expressed it. I'm sure that the guys were hitting on her and she might have been tempted but so far Holly was still all mine. I couldn't blame the men for hitting on her as Holly is one sexy woman. 

Life all changed one Friday night. Holly was up in New York and was suppose to return on Saturday morning. Well life tosses you some crap every now and then. She flew out on Sunday and by Thursday night I was very sexually frustrated. So I put on some nude pantyhose and called it a night. I really didn't plan anything but to spend a couple of hours watching TV in bed. 

Then all hell broke lose!

Out of no where Holly walked into the bedroom. My heart started to pump hard and fast, my eyes must have looked like a bugs or some cartoon character. She noticed my reaction and started to freak.

Holly screamed, "Okay, where is your slut?"

I pulled the covers up, not wanting her to see me in pantyhose. "What slut?

Oh please, just look at you. Here I am busting my ass all week and at the last minute I'm freaking able to change my plans to come home to see you. And what do I find? My husband in bed with another woman! So who is the slut?"

Holly jumped up on the bed and started to feel around. I wasn't sure if she was looking for a magical woman or her clothes. All I could do was keep the covers up trying to hide myself in pantyhose. All I wanted to do was get Holly out of the room or look away so that I could take the pantyhose off. I was in deep shit. 

Holly grabbed the covers and with all her might pulled them back. She looked mortified and raced out of the bedroom.

I was exposed and mortified, "Holly please come back here and talk to me!"

She ran downstairs and was clearly upset. I had to get her, talk to her, and I chased after her. There was no time to remove the pantyhose that I was wearing, I just ran after her not paying attention to what my body was feeling, and I found her in the kitchen. "Oh Holly, please! Oh wait." 

I was close, no this was not a good time but my body had different ideas. I had been in the pantyhose for twenty minutes before she came home as was so close to cumming. From running after her that pushed me over the edge. I tried my best to fight it and hunched forward to hide my hard cock and take the pressure off.

Holly walked over to me and pushed me back, against the pantry and had me straighten my posture. She looked down at my cock and didn't say a word. As my posture became erect my cock started to press against the pantyhose my hard cock slide over and into the nylon. I felt wet and knew that precum had escaped. With one firm push from Holly my back was flush against the wood pantry and I started to cum. Oh crap! I tried to fight it but the feeling of nylon over my cock, how the nylon gives as my cock pressed against the material was too much. My wife stood there and watched I as started to cum in her pantyhose. Thick stream after thick stream shot from my cock, little white beads raced down my legs.

Holly freaked when she noticed that I started to cum, "Jim!"

What could I do, "I'm so sorry."

Holly was clearly upset and confused, "I thought we were best friends, why didn't you tell me? I always knew you liked me in hosiery but this. I freaking leave a day early to come home to see you and in stead of a nice surprise you shock me. Here I thought you were with another woman."

"I would never cheat on you baby. I love you."

She took a step back and ran her fingers through her long blond hair, "Great, but what does all this mean? What are you doing?"

"I, I don't know. It just feels good when I wear pantyhose and love it when you wear pantyhose. I don't understand it but it feels good."

She looked down at my cock, "Yeah, I can see that. What else do you do? Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not gay! I'm in love with you and I only want you."

"Oh come on Jim," Holly led me over to the family room. "We have a lot to talk about and you will tell me everything if you want our marriage to work."

"Are you going to leave me?"

"No Jim, I don't think that I will as I married you for better or worse. However, you are going to tell me everything."

We sat down on the sofa but before I could sit she stopped me. Holly went back to the kitchen and returned with a towel. I started to pull down my pantyhose but she stopped me. "Oh Jim, no reason to change how long have you been wearing pantyhose?"

I sat down on the towel still wearing the wet pantyhose, "It started when I was young, not sure."

Holly took a moment to gather her thoughts, "How long have you been wearing my pantyhose?"

There was no reason for me to lie now, "Since we started to live together."

"Really, do you always cum in my pantyhose?"

I took a step back not sure what to do, "Most of the time, yes I do. I can't help it."

"Do you wear any of my other clothes?"

"No, don't be silly."

"Silly? Jim I come home early to find you in bed. Like I said at first I though you were with another woman. Silly? Jim you're in our bed wearing my pantyhose! Why didn't you ever tell me? I thought that I was your best friend!"

"Please you are my best friend, but how could I ever tell you? I'm a man and wearing pantyhose is not normal."

She put her hand on my hand, "Jim, please no secrets. Tell me everything."

"What do you want to know?"

"Okay," she sat back and thought about what she wanted to know. "Have you ever been with a man before? I mean from kissing to sucking a cock?"

"No, I have not."

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"No, not really. Holly you are the only one I think of, or want to have sex with.

"Okay, do you ever want to dress up in my clothes?"

"Not really."

"Oh so you have thought about it."

I couldn't look at Holly, "Okay, since were being honest, have you ever thought about another man?" I just wanted to divert some attention.

"Well yeah at times."

"When?"

"Usually when I'm masturbating."

Oh my god, she did think about other men. That admission hit me like a ton of bricks but I didn't want to push to hard. However, I was finding it hard to breath. I was flush with hormones and just the thought of her with another man, wow! 

"Oh I think you like that don't you?" She moved next to me and started to rub my thigh. "Looks like you've thought about me with another man too."

"Well, yeah when I'm masturbating I've thought about you with another man." 

"And how often is that?"

There was no reason for me to hide the fact, "Just about every day. I mean I masturbate every day but I don't always think about you and other men. Some times I think about other women and stuff." Her hand on my thigh felt really different. I've never worn pantyhose in front of someone before, let alone my wife!

She reached for my hard cock and kissed my neck, "Would you like to watch some stud fuck me?"

"I think so."

"Jim your hard again, you know that right?"

"Yes, I know."

She stood up and held her hand out, "Come let's go to bed." 

Holly led me to our bedroom; she went into one of her drawers and pulled out a fresh pair of pantyhose. "Let's get you out of your wet clothes."

My wife pulled down my pantyhose, had me sit down on the bed, and helped me into fresh clean pantyhose. I wanted to have sex with my wife but she had different ideas. She had me stand in front of her and model her hosiery. Then, she knelt down and pulled the hose down a little, she went down on my cock. Holly didn't take the head into her mouth but all of my cock.

Then, just as quickly she stood up and started to undress. "I don't know why Jim but I'm very aroused and need to get off." 

She moved back on the bed, nude. She lay down on her back and motioned for me to join her, "Bring Mr. Big to bed with you."

I walked over to her night stand and grabbed the life like dildo that we purchased last week and then moved up on the bed my wife opened her legs, exposed her bare pussy. She wanted me to go down on her, which I love doing.

"I want you to eat me with that cock in me and don't you dare take off your pantyhose. I have a lot to think about these next few days but for now fuck me. After all you had your fun now it's my turn."

I placed the life like dildo against her very wet lips, and slowly pushed inch by inch into Holly. Never before did I realize how badly I wanted to watch some stud doing Holly. Maybe it's because I only have a six inch cock that's pretty thin, I'm sure that she had bigger men then me. Once that big cock was in her, I moved closer and started to lick her lips. I know my wife and she enjoys it when I tease her a little.

Holly's was rocking her hips and that told me she was really aroused, "How does it look baby? You like watching that cock in me?"

Holly loves to keep her pussy trimmed, with a little landing strip. I've always loved that about her, and seeing her so clean it was easy to see the cock shaped dildo in her. "Oh I love it! Tell me Holly; have you ever had a bigger man than me? Its okay you can be honest with me. Just look at how much thicker this dildo is than my cock."

"I'll only admit this to you because I love you. Yes, I've had bigger men than you. My last boyfriend's cock looks just like that dildo you're fucking me with." 

I went back down on her this time taking her clit in my mouth. Holly loves it when I use my tongue and then stuck on her. I looked up at Holly but she had her eyes closed, "That is so hot!" I was so hard, so aroused. I started to eat her very wet pussy. The toy sounded so sloppy in her from Holly being so aroused. Every time toy came out of her pussy it sounded like sucking on chocolate pudding. That sexy noise a very wet pussy makes.

"I hope that you're not upset with me, but I do miss a big cock every now and then. I would never cheat on you but I do love a fat cock."

"No its okay, your just being honest. I do wish that my cock was two inches longer and a bit thicker." I've seen my wife aroused before and she's always hot after we spend the night dancing. I knew that she was thinking of her x, but to be honest so was I!

"Oh I'm going to cum! Come on suck my clit baby! Come on, I'm just about there!" 

Holly arched up, took one last breath and let go. I pulled back a little and watched my wife cum and enjoyed seeing the dildo still deep in her pussy. It's so erotic to watch my wife cum as she's one of the more vocal women that I know. 

After a few minutes she opened her eyes, "I'm not sure about all of this and we have a lot to talk about!"

I moved between her legs and started to pull down my pantyhose. 

She came up to me and gave me a quick kiss, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to make love to you."

"No, Jim you're not going to, not tonight."

I didn't want to argue or push it, so I rolled over and started to pull down the pantyhose.

She cleared her throat, "What are you doing?"

"Well, taking these off."

Holly looked confused by my actions, "Why?"

"I don't know."

"Jim, you were in them before I came home and tonight you are going to sleep in them."

Well, it was a kind of win/win night. I mean my wife discovered my fetish for pantyhose and seemed to be okay with it. We had a very erotic night that most would call kinky, the only down side was that she didn't want me to have sex. My rock was still rock hard and aching, I wanted to cum. But would that upset Holly? I didn't want to test her. She moved next tome and started to cuddle, guess she was okay with things so far.

At least the next day was Saturday and we could spend the next two days talking things out.

End of chapter 1

These will be my blogs and places where I show my pictures. Remember that I'm new to blogging and it will take me some time. 



My Life



Please ask me before you post this on another web site! My life is not for anyone under 18. Don't be shy send me an email (good or bad) and I promise to replay. Life is a journey and I'm starting to live mine now.

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Chapter 1

I know that by telling my story, well a lot of people will hate me. I'm okay with that. What you are about to read is my life (well parts of it). My story started a couple of years ago when Steve my husband of twenty years had his fantasy come true. Steve had been asking me to sleep with other men and well finally after years of him betting I finally did it. What shocked me was how much I enjoyed it.

For the first twenty years of my marriage sex really wasn't that important to me, until that night when I slept with my husband's friend. This man rocked my world! Not only was the foreplay amazing he was hung. He brought the woman out in me three times that first night. Over the next several chapters I'll share sexy details with you.

Even though I'm forty I feel sexier than ever. I'm taller than most women, and mostly legs. Sure my girl friends say that they are jealous but I took a mental beating growing up. Since I was a tom boy the guys were kind of mean to me, yeah they loved to include me when they played sports but they also teased me for my long legs.

Life most "wives", well I allowed for life to take control over my life. Between raising the kids and making sure the home life is perfect life just gets away from us. Over the years I gained a few pounds. The worse part was that I failed to notice Steve's drinking. Maybe part of me knew that we had drifted so my mind shut down to the fact that he was drinking way too much. 

Ten years ago Steve would bring up the idea of a threesome but there was no way I would bit when he talked about that. I feared that if I would say yes than he would punish me in some type of way. Now, I did notice when Steve would talk about watching a guy do me Steve would cum in less than three minutes.

Then a few years ago Steve tried to spice things up a little but the way he went about it was all wrong. He would purchase me kinky lingerie and sexy toys. Sure vibrators are fun but I would prefer foreplay than a dildo. I was never comfortable when Steve wanted to use a life like cock or anything over eight inches. Due to Steve's history I always felt that I was walking on egg shells with him and that if I enjoyed the toy too much Steve would accuse me of having a lover. After a while Steve seemed to lose interest; then five years ago our sex life came to a halt and when we did have sex it was Steve eating me out while he used a dildo.

Now you know that Steve was a very jealous man and when he started to talk about having a threesome I was like yeah right. At first I felt like he was trying to set me up. Over the years he wore me down and over the years the idea fermented in my mind. One thing that shocked me was the fact that Steve was never jealous of his friend Jerry. Steve would encourage Jerry to flirt with me, grab my ass, and even play with my breasts. In the past, Steve would get into a fight if a guy looked at me and now he was openly encouraging his friend to do me.

One thing that I never told Steve was how sexy our wrestling matches had become. Steve loved to watch Jerry and I wrestle and every time that Jerry came over I made sure to wear thin cotton shorts, no bra, and my sexiest thong. Once things heated up I could feel how hung Jerry was and he did not seem to mind pushing me around the floor and pushing his impressing cock into me. I think both Jerry and I were testing the waters with Steve. If Steve would have shouted for us to wrestle naked we would have.

I have to say that I loved the attention that Jerry gave me. Jerry was more romantic and tender but had a strong presence around him. Jerry was mysterious and for a lack of better term "still waters run deep." 

With Jerry Steve would encourage him to grope me, well let's just say that I really enjoyed Jerry flirting with me. The first time Jerry flirted with me I was a little apprehensive due to Steve's jealousy but Jerry melted down all my resistance. 

Well this is how my affair started. Well maybe affair is too strong of a word. Steve has a friend that I found sexy and he loved to flirt. Steve met Jerry a year before I slept with him. Jerry was confident and knew how to turn me on. At first I did not realize the effect he had on me but when he would leave at night I would masturbate while Steve slept next to me.

I'm sure that some women would understand the contrast between the men in my life. In fact my men were completely different. Steve had rough hands and was rough in bed and sex wasn't that much enjoyable. When Steve would drink too much he would try to have sex but was unable to get a hard on. Secondly his idea of foreplay was telling me "let's do it." While Jerry had firm hands and he enjoyed teasing me so much so that I came once just from him teasing me. Jerry had the ability to read my mood and give me what I wanted and if he wanted something more he would help get me there. Not sure how to explain what he had over me.

After Jerry entered my life, well he talked encouraged me to joining a gym. At the time money wasn't an issue and when I joined the gym I found a person trainer to help me. Within six months I had the body that I've always wanted. After a year, well I was a sexy hottie. 

Even my daughter started to make comments and one day after shopping with her, well I changed. No longer did I wear bikini panties, only thongs. After all with most panties they always end up in your ass so why not wear a thong? Before I joined the gym I would never wear a dress to work. Things changed and all I would wear was skirts to work. I'm sure that you get the idea of all the influence happening in my mind. For the first time in my life I felt like a sexy woman. The more things that happened the stronger my sexuality took over. An example is when we went to the beach. I love the water and looked forward to baking in the sun. However, while bikini shopping I noticed that, well I needed to take a matter into my hand. I had planned on doing a little trim but by the end my pussy was clean shaven! I never knew how erotic it was having my pussy shaved. I loved how it felt, so clean and sexy. 

Jerry talked me into wearing a skirt and well, I liked it. Then one day Jerry planned a party and took me shopping. He helped me find the perfect dress which leads me to the first time things heated up between us. The store was kind of empty and the store clerk encourages Jerry to bring several dresses to me. Well once I had three dresses that I wanted to try on, Jerry did not leave the dressing room. I'm not sure if he wanted to watch me more, or if I needed him to watch me? Anyway as he sat there I started to undress and watched him watch me undress. Oh my body was on fire knowing that he could see me. All I wanted to do was arouse him. The first dress was back less so when I removed my clothes, I removed my bra. This was the first time that Jerry had seen my breasts.

This was the first time in over twenty years that a man has seen me almost nude. Talk about a rush of emotions. All I could think about was how Steve would encourage Jerry to grab my breasts and how Steve wanted to watch Jerry and me wrestle. 

From the bulge in his pants I knew that Jerry was enjoying his view. Course I had an idea as to his impressive size from wrestling. Even though I was almost fully nude standing there I never felt uncomfortable.

Once I had selected the clothes that I liked Jerry took me to a lingerie store. There I had purchased several sheer bras, new thongs, stockings, and some killer pumps. This was a first for me; I've never worn stockings before and use to hate having to dress up as a girl. Now, my husband's friend was picking out lingerie for me and I wanted him to see me in it!

My panties were soaked and I'm sure some of my arousal was running down my thighs. The last dress was a sexy little sundress. I loved how the dress hugged and showed of my curves. I tried to remove the dress but Jerry stopped me.

Jerry looked up at me, "Please you have to wear this home."

Right at that moment Steve called and told me that he was making dinner for us. Then the shocker came, Steve told me that the kids were spending the night at friends. Not once did Steve talk about sex but all I could think about was sex. I asked Jerry if he would join us for dinner which he accepted our offer. Jerry then paid for all the clothes, much to my objection and of course I promised him that he would have to allow Steve to pay him back.

On the drive home, I became a little nervous. Was this really about to happen? How would Steve react if Jerry fucked me? More importantly how would Steve react the day after my first lover? I had to focus and stop thinking. Needless to say on the drive home I was a wreck. The drive home seemed to last hours but I'm sure it was only minutes.

Once home Steve greeted us at the door, giving me a warm hug and Jerry a bear hug. Steve had taken care of dinner and spent all day making sure that every thing was perfect. I was in complete shock, walking into our house seeing dinner on the table. Steve helped Jerry take the bags to my bedroom and then Steve started to pour us wine. I had no idea that Steve knew what a decanter was.

Well we sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed Steve's feast. The conversation was light and every now and then Steve would try to take the conversation sexual. I knew what Steve wanted. As I'm sure that you can assume this night was the first time we fooled around. After dinner I was in the kitchen cleaning up and Jerry came in. He was behind me and asked for some water. We talked a little and I enjoyed having him look at me. 

I asked Jerry, "Where is Steve?"

He smiled, "He wanted to give us some alone time."

I felt his hand on my sundress; slowly he slipped my dress over my shoulders allowing my dress to fall to the floor. Next was my thong. Now I was totally nude in my kitchen with my husband's best friend touching me all the while having no idea where my husband was.

With out looking at him I asked, "What about Steve?"

"He wants us to join him in your bedroom when you're ready."

I felt his hand move down my body till his fingers slipped under my wet thong. "Pam, I love how you feel and love the fact that your panties are soaked."

I blushed, "I've wanted you to fuck me all day. Will you finally fuck me now?"

"Of course, I'm sure that Steve will love watching us."

Crap, he reminded me of Steve and I tried to play it off, "Oh I'm sure he will."

Oh how I wanted him to fuck me but I wasn't ready for that just yet. Part of me felt guilty so I knelt down in front of him, freed his beautiful cock, and took his beautiful hard cock into my mouth. I gave him the best blow job that I could and five minutes later he came in my mouth. Normally I would not allow Steve to cum in my mouth but this was different. Even with his cock in my mouth and my left hand working his thick shaft cock, but my right hand was feverously working my clit. After he finished, Jerry pushed me back and went down on me. 

He was the man other than my husband to eat my pussy in over twenty years. What shocked me was how much he enjoyed licking my pussy. Oh he knew how to eat pussy and I had to wonder who taught him so much. With in minutes he had me on edge, my hips were rocking as I felt my orgasm build. I tried to pull him into me, and tried not to scream. Oh, I felt like I had died and went to heaven. Jerry knew how to pleasure a woman and before I knew it my orgasm hit like a car slamming into a brick wall doing sixty miles per hour.

Once I had come back to earth, Jerry stood up and held his hand out.

I smiled, "Where are we going?"

He helped me stand, "Why I'm finally going to fuck you. Take me to your bed where I can enjoy you."

I led him to my bedroom, when I walked into the room Steve was sitting on my reading chair: nude.

All I could do was look over at Steve and ask, "Are you sure?"

Steve smiled, "I can't express in words how much I want this."

Jerry stepped up and had taken complete control. He swirled me around and kissed me hard on the lips. My arousal never faded and now I wanted him even more. Yeah, I wanted him to fuck m in the kitchen but I was afraid. Why should I have been afraid, after all this is what my husband wanted!

When I looked down I noticed that Jerry was rock hard again.

I've never had a man this thick before, in fact it's been a while since I've had a man this hard. Jerry helped me to my bed, keeping me on my back. All I could think about was how good he would feel on top of me, oh and then him in me! Once he had me where he wanted he moved himself between my legs. My legs parted by themselves as my pussy was screaming to be filled by his cock. 

If this is what Steve wanted, well at worse I would have one great night of hot sex. Maybe we could make this work and Jerry could share my bed many nights in the future!

Then I felt him, the tip of that beautiful cock touch me.

Even thought Jerry was about to slip his cock in me, all I could think about was my special day with Jerry. Today had been one amazing day. For those women that life or have lived with an alcoholic will understand what I'm talking about. When a guy drinks too much, well most nights he is unable to get a hard on. There is major difference between a twenty year old enjoying "sprits" and a forty year old man who has been drinking hard for ten years. 

Jerry positioned himself between my legs and pressed himself into me. I felt his cock separate my lips and I had to gasp. Oh, what was I in for? Jerry sensed my apprehension and slowed down. Slowly, he worked himself into me then allowed my body time to accommodate him. For the first time in my life, a man had teased me, pleased me, and then teased me more by taking five minutes to work his cock into me.

Once he was fully in me, I opened my eyes. Jerry was looking down at me. I smiled, "So stud are you going to fuck me or what?"

Even thought I wasn't looking at Steve I could hear what he was doing. Some how he found the time to grab some massage oil and he was feverishly working his cock. At that moment all I could think about was the pleasure Jerry was giving me. Jerry started to work his cock, slow at first, till he knew that my body had adjusted to him. Oh what a delicious rhythm he had. Ever time he pushed himself into me all I could do was exhale in a scream. 

I've never experienced something so wonder before in my life. With in moments my body responded to his and even though no other man had given me an orgasm from penetration Jerry was. I mean deep in my belly I could feel it! My toes started to curl as the first wave's cashed sending pleasure all through out my body. There was no way that I could look at Steve while cuming with Jerry's cock in me.

I laid there gasping in pleasure with him on me. Oh, I'm sure that Steve loved knowing Jerry made me cum. Once I had finally came back to earth Jerry really gave it to me.

When I finally opened my eyes, I noticed Jerry looking at me. He smiled and told me to get ready for he was about to fuck me like no man ever did and when he was ready he was going to cum in me. He told me that he wanted me to be ready for this experience.

Jerry picked up his pace, but with a twist. He didn't slam into me like a pile driver; he used his hips to push his cock around in me. Even though my sugar walls were tight he wanted to feel everything in me. He would work his cock to the left, right, and center. I've never had a man fuck me like this before. It sounds simple and silly but he would alter his thrust keeping me off guard but still giving me so much pleasure.

I could hear him groan and when he announced that he was about to cum all I could do was beg him to hold off. I cried, "Please wait, give me more time I want to cum with you."

Then I heard Steve give that grunt of his and I knew he was cumming in his hand.

Jerry fought it, and when I announced that I was cuming again he gave one hard thrust. Oh god, I remember how hard he pushed all of that thick cock into me nearly taking away my breath. My wall calmed down on him and then I felt the tip of his cock expand, shooting his first stream of cum into me. Then another, another, and this sent on for a few moments. 

Once he finished filling me, Jerry opened his eyes and kissed me. Then I felt his cock soften and slip out of me. I felt so empty but his cock was coated with my arousal and once soft he popped out of my pussy.

No one spoke, and that first moment was kind of awkward. Steve was the first to say something, "That was fucking hot!"

I just lost it and started to laugh. We laid there for a few more moments till Jerry said that he had to get home.

Once Jerry cleaned up and dressed Steve walked him out. About five minutes later Steve came back to me with a big smile. "See babe, I told you this would be amazing." Steve gave me a hung and went to sleep.

Once Jerry left all I could think about was my magical day. A day of fun and flirting and when Jerry took me to bed, well I enjoyed many new things that night. First was a rock hard cock and the other was a cock at least two incest longer than my husbands and a few inches more in girth. Yes, that sounds shallow but when Jerry did me all I can say was "WOW."

The following morning I was filled with fear. After all I had no idea how my husband would react. Around seven I got out of bed and made coffee. Around eight I started to make bacon and eggs. Around eight-thirty I brought Steve coffee and breakfast.  

The only way that I could describe the look on Steve's face was a kid in a candy store. He started to ask me questions but before I could answer he started to rant about how much he enjoyed the night. He told me how much he loved me and how much he loved watching me with Jerry. Steve said that he knew Jerry wanted to bed me and knew that I would love it, which I did. Jerry was an amazing lover. 

Finally while he started to eat breakfast, Steve asked me when we could have Jerry over again. 

I guess Jerry had become part of our lives, which made me very happy.

The end of chapter 1



My Life



It's raining again... or maybe it's better to say it's still raining. But at least the bed is warm and comfy, and looking at my watch, I still have an hour before I have to get up and get to class. My name is Jillian Aimee Boyack but everyone calls me Jamiee. I'm was cursed to be short and skinny at five-feet one-inch tall and weighing in at ninety-five pounds. I've always wanted to be the tall blond with all the right curves, but wishing it hasn't made it happen – the curves god basically passed me over...'Asshole!' and he left me looking like a skinny tomboy. I do have a couple of redeeming features I'm told. I have long dark brown hair – almost to my waist – and I like my lips, they're full and very kissable, haha. 

I thought I'd start writing a story to help burn off some energy, so a lot of what I'm going to write is absolutely true, but I think I might jump into some creative stuff, too, once in a while. So that I don't get kicked off this site, I'll just say that I'm over eighteen. I'm from California, San Diego actually, but I spend most of my time in England. You see, my mum's from England and dad's from California. I have four older brothers – all of whom went to school in the States and I'm jealous of them for it – and which I don't see very often. They are all married now, so they have their own lives and don't come by my parent's house except for holidays and maybe to say hi once in a while. 

I don't think my parents planned for me. I think I was an 'oops baby', but they deny it of course. My next older brother is twelve years older than I am so I've basically been an only child growing up. When I was eight my mum sent me off to an all-girl's boarding school here in England and so this is where I spend almost ten months out of the year. If you're wondering why England, it's simply that my mum's from England and she thinks, 'girls should attend a proper school.' I personally think she was just done raising kids so it was easier to send me away. But I'm not complaining. I rather like it here now, and even though I love the California sun, all my friends are here so I'm happiest when I'm at school. 

So I guess this is going to be kind of my journal in a way. I need a way to talk about some of the things I've experienced and some the things I think about—fantasize about, and I'm hoping that writing this will help me find what I'm looking for. 

At the end of last term I found the Literotica website, and I've literally read hundreds of stories. The internet here at school blocks a lot of good sites, but for some reason it lets me get onto Literotica and read stories. I've found I like to read stories more than watch porn anyway. I mean I watched some porn at home this summer, but it doesn't really do much for me—I can't explain why exactly. 

To start, I have to tell you about my roommate. Her name is Brooklyn and she's almost everything I wish I was. She's five-foot-six, and has been blessed with the greatest curves ever seen. She has red hair and green eyes and flawlessly pale skin. She's from Scotland (yes, she fits the stereotype) and has the accent and attitude to prove it, haha. Brooke's been my roomie since the beginning—literally since we were eight years old. And we've discovered and learned almost everything together—and I mean everything. It started with simple quick kisses to see what it felt like, then touching tongues and of course to really great, deep kisses. It took a long time, but eventually we started touching breasts and other parts. Last year was an amazing year. We learned how to make ourselves orgasm and then we learned how to give each other orgasms. 

The best part about it is that we're so comfortable with each other. It's just easy to talk to each other and show each other what we like. Something changed over the summer holiday though. It was about a month ago and we were just getting into the fall term classes when Brooke slipped into my bed one night and cuddled up next to me. I didn't think anything of it at first because we do that quite a lot—girl sex is the best way to relax before you go to sleep. But that night she didn't go back to her bed like she normally does, we fell asleep like that and I have to admit, it was brilliant. I'm always cold and have to wear warm pajamas and lots of blankets, but not when Brooke's with me, I sleep great. So for like the last month I've slept with my roommate every night and as long as we don't get caught, I guess this will be how it is for the rest of the school year—def no complaints 

It's not that I'm a lez, well maybe a little. I look at attractive women and sometimes I fantasize about them, but not usually. It's just different with Brooke. We don't plan on getting married, or even being like a 'thing' for the rest of our lives. But it works for now. We have sex—a lot—and then we talk about boys and futures and gossip, you know, that kind of stuff. 

She's still fast asleep and looks soooo sexy when she's sleeping. I'm sure I'm going to write a lot about Brooklyn, but she's not the main reason I'm writing this. It's just that being with her, having sex with her, reading erotic stories online, fantasizing about sex and basically thinking non-stop about sex gets me so crazed sometimes that I can't stop. It's like a drug that I can't get enough of. I spend so much time trying to find good stories to read and masturbate to that I forget to do my prep or even get to class on time. I end up sneaking off to the loo so I can have a release or two, hoping that it'll help take the edge off and let me concentrate on my revision. But lately it seems to be getting worse. It's like a fire that just grows hotter and hotter and I can't find a way to quench it for more than a few minutes, and Brooke and her red, fiery hair are like gasoline on the flames. 

I've already given myself two orgasms this morning and it's not helping, ggrrrrr. 

So I'm hoping that by writing my thoughts out—just getting it out—it might help me calm down. Plus, I haven't been able to find the kind of stories I like lately so I'm feeling pent-up. I've been rereading a story about a wife named Claire that has turned into a complete whore. She neglects her kids and is a little mean to her husband at times because she's so fixated on cock. I don't know why I like that story so much, but I love to think of myself as Claire. 

I'm going to write my thoughts and tell about past experiences and of course tell my fantasies. Maybe I can make a few friends with like-minded people. I hope so. Next chapter will be about my summer fling with my oldest brother's friend, Kyle. I've had a lot of girl sex, but he was my first. 

Cheers, Jamiee