1 comments/ 22846 views/ 0 favorites Ada By: Egmont Grigor CHAPTER 1 A cool breeze fluttered the curtains beside the opened French doors, softly suggesting the approach of autumn. This was Ada French's favorite time of the year, mainly because the weather was calmer and nature's colors turned unbelievably beautiful. The distant bellow of a bull drew a soft smile. Ada was beginning to smile again eight months after cancer finally took Jake, a relief to her but an immensely greater relief for the corpse-like shallow-breathing man that had been her husband for fourteen years. The marriage had been gratifying but without progeny and now she was alone because they'd separated from their folk, traveling to where land was cheaper. Their bank loan and savings landed them a 2218-acre ranch that had since been sold to a neighbor apart from the ranch house and 12-acres, enough to support Ada's horses and a lame skinny cow called Susie that none of the buyers had wanted. With all that done, Ada had spent the past two months passively healing. Now she was ready but for what she had no idea. In the eighteen months hoping Aaron would throw his illness but accepting he was dying, Ada had found comfort in writing romance novels and two had been published as paperbacks. The second had flopped and she was now into her fourth novel, based on the sister she'd grown up with who was now mayor of a town. Ada looked up from her laptop and saw something she'd never seen in this location... someone was progressing along the road on a bicycle. As the cyclist came closer it became clear the rider was male. She smiled, thinking of romance, not romance with the cyclist but the romance of the cyclist riding into autumn. In this valley trees were bountiful, unlike many ranching areas. Early ranchers were immigrants who'd come from treed parts of Germany and they'd planted trees to make their new land look a little like their homeland. She hoped the guy loved nature; he probably did being a cyclist on tour. She knew he was touring because of the saddlebags plus a pack on his back. Ada's house was the only one for some miles close to the road. As the cyclist approached the gateway and looked up to the house Ada stepped outside and waved and called, "Come in for a drink." The guy waved and dismounted. Ada felt no fear, assuming a cyclist in such a remote area posed no threat to her. That might be naïve but she wanted someone to talk to and she was curious why anyone would cycle way out here. The guy walked his cycle up the path and her totally black German Shepherd Rufus circled the visitor suspiciously. Ada called, "Just don't make any sudden movements. Rufus is very quiet." The guy looking at Rufus half-tripped. The dog went rigid, ears sharply forward and Ada called quietly, "Rufus, no" and he calmed. "Good morning, I'm Ada." "Oh Mrs Wilkinson," the stranger said and by way of explanation added, "The name Wilkinson is on the mail box." Ada relaxed. "Yes but call me Ada. Everyone does." "Right. I'm Guy Rollo who despite a solid education has gotten himself hopelessly lost. I was riding from Edgewater to New Ulm." Ada laughed and placed her hand over her mouth and apologized. "Why should you apologize?" "Because it's so funny," she said, eyes sparkling. "What because I am touring on a bicycle?" "No. You have mistakenly taken a circular route. If you continue the way you are heading you will end right back in Edgewater." "Oh fuck. Oh no. I'm so sorry. That just jumped out. I'm so sorry." Ada smiled. "That's all right Guy, apology accepted. Be aware that ranching folk tend to be earthy. Would you like to wash up while I make coffee; have a shower if you wish if you have been camping." "Thank you, I'll do that," he said, looking at Rufus. "Rufus is very intelligent. He has now accepted you because he's seen me accept you." "I've been two months on the road and have been chased by dogs five times and been bitten once though without much damage." Clucking in disapproval Ada went to the pantry and turned with a covered plate. "These muffins were baked yesterday; most people prefer to eat them fresh. I'll just have a half and you may demolish the remainder if you wish. If you have been cooking for yourself and biking you'll be hungry." "This is a beautiful valley. The best I've seen in a month. I'm glad I got lost." "So am I. I'm glad to have someone interesting to talk to. My neighbors still dwell on how am I coping after the death of my husband. God, he died eight months ago." "People can speak without thinking." "Like you with your explicative when told where you were heading?" Guy laughed, blowing some muffin crumbs over the table. "Sorry – you are funny." "Leave the crumbs. The rats will clean them up." Guy looked around for rats and the laugh told him he'd been suckered. He came out of that by saying something interesting. "I recently completed a doctorate in psychology and have taken six months off to cycle around some of the country, attempting to get close to nature and to real people. I bypass cities and larger towns." "You do have a map?" "Yes, with water-proof covering. It's in the bottom of my backpack but I thought crap I'm not digging that out... I can find New Ulm without a map." "You may have managed had your doctorate been in geography." Guy choked and blew more crumbs. "God, I should be eating outside." "Where there are rats." He looked at Ada closely but her face was impassive. "How large is the ranch?" "Twelve acres." "You mean 1200 or 120,000?" "No, I've sold all but twelve acres." He laughed. "I can see why you were yearning for someone interesting to talk to. You have a very lively mind and probably are physically lively as well. I saw two horses." "Yes, I usually ride after lunch. Like to join me?" "Lunch?" "Yes in two hours you'll want more to eat won't you and you'll stay the night? Please say yes and that gives me the excuse to cook a full roast dinner." "I should be heading on." "If you head on you'll be back in Edgewater." He laughed and then said softly, "What would your neighbors think?" "They are entitled to think what they like. How's that for mastering psychology?" "Metaphysically you receive an A mark. Excellent work. It also tells me you are at peace with yourself, although that remains an impression in the absence of hard evidence." "Yes, I like that description, I'm at peace with myself. Only last week I began smiling without a reason and that ability has remained with me. Rather than just a night why not stay a couple of days? As you know it's autumn and I'll take you places that will thrill your soul." "How could I refuse a lady?" Ada jumped up. "In that case I'll let the roast thaw naturally and we'll have that tomorrow night. Tonight we shall have spaghetti meatballs." "My mother's favorite dish along with apple pie." "Are you hinting?" "Oh god no. Sorry." "You apologize far too much. You should not say it if you feel the need to apologize. Apart from that F-word you have had no cause to apologize to me. Stand by what you say and people will know you are a man. How old are you?" "Twenty-six." "And blond and good looking. Oh my. The girl's won't be expecting any apologies from you. You also have emerged from institutionalized learning and so are, to some degree, finding you feet in the outside world. For that reason you are doing an amazing thing cycling leisurely. You'll be meeting people like me only too happy to add to your education. My contribution will be to put you on the right road to New Ulm and to lecture you about the need to keep your map handy." "What if I were meant to come down this road and pass at exactly the time you looked out in my direction? You could have been out the back scraping up doggie droppings?" "I also have wondered if you coming down our road was no accident." Guy looked at Ada intently but she went out to the freezer without elaborating. He took his backpack and looked at the two bedrooms and placed it in Ada's bedroom. After lunch they went riding. Guy had been pulling his jeans from his backpack when Ada came into the bedroom. She made no comment about him being there only to say, "Ride in those baggy shorts – we won't be riding for hours, just down to the river which is one of those beauty spots I was talking about earlier." She pulled off her dress while still talking to him. "Please pass me the jeans on the hook just inside the left door behind you." "Thanks." "You have a lovely body. How old are you?" "Ten years your senior. Thank you for the compliment. Wheel your bicycle into the house that will be left unlocked. Bring your valuables. I'll give you a saddlebag. Rufus will remain guarding the house." He left the room. Ada had been astonished to find Guy's pack in her bedroom, leaving her wondering why he hadn't taken the guest room, and those thoughts made her blush and she frowned when thinking perhaps he thought it was obligatory to hump the hostess. Oh no, she didn't want him thinking that but too late, what was done was done. And then came a relieving thought: perhaps he was overdue for a woman? They fucked like monkeys at college didn't they? She'd last had sex about six weeks before Aaron died. So who was overdue! She dressed slowly, apprehensive about having a male's hands roaming over her body. Would she like that? What if he was too big for her, or too small to make it worthwhile? Someone who was not Aaron dribbling into her mouth, someone who was not Aaron firing semen into her... no, she couldn't allow that. She wasn't protected. God she hoped he had condoms. If she liked it he better have a good supply! Or were they reusable? She couldn't remember. She and Aaron hadn't had children yet they had unprotected sex and had never found out was she barren or was he firing blank shots. Ada finally decided to take it as it comes. She giggled and wondered what if she could no longer release in climax – would Guy be disappointed? Perhaps that was silly thinking because she didn't feel like a dried up old woman, not that she knew how they felt about themselves. * * * Although Ada favored Jerry she'd also ridden Sally frequently so there would be no rodeo-style introduction for Guy. He had the choice of mounts and said he hadn't ridden much so Ada should chosen for him. She chose Sally and rode her around to make sure she wouldn't start off in a playful mood. The saddlebag that also contained a snack and two water bottles were attached while Guy made himself known to Sally and a couple of minutes later they were off. * * * They rode down a long narrow track to the river. Guy was still struggling with the unanswered question: Why had Ada not questioned why his backpack was in her bedroom? He was unsure that the young widow, so very hospitable, would want him to seduce her. She'd shown some of the signs but, alas, not all of them. She'd not licked her lips looking at him or stroked a breast, looking at him. But according to his fertile imagination she was thinking sex. Ada had referred to him as good-looking and he was almost sure she'd been looking for a bulge. Then in the bedroom she'd taken her dress off in front of him. Her breasts were small but appeared well shaped and her panties were rather large, not like the skimpy things women in the city wore, and she had practically no belly protruding. Ada was a woman in her prime and meant to be fucked at least once a day. But having allowed him to see her body he knew it had been a natural gesture – she'd come into the bedroom to change and had taken off her dress to perform a function, nothing else. She'd not pouted and not stroked a breast or pushed out her vulva at him. She was an unabashed countrywoman, and nothing more. If he wanted a fuck he'd have to push the right buttons. After riding two miles along the track used to shift cattle from one pasture to a fresh one, the landscape changed suddenly as they arrived at the rim of the river. They were in an ancient glacial valley but below them was the much younger valley cut by the river over just a few centuries and man had planted it over the past 200 years, mixing exotics with natives. The trees were changing color, preparing for sleep over winter. "It is beautiful, incredibly beautiful." They staying looking up and down the valley until Ada said, "Take care with your weight going down here; keep leaning back a little. Allow Sally to pick her way, she knows best." They rested on the riverbank, having their snack and water, and then Guy was given the opportunity of riding two miles down the river, with two crossings or going back the way they'd come. "Down river. My ass is hardened by bike riding and so I'm not experiencing discomfort." Guy was glad he'd taken that option because they saw deer, put waterfowl to flight and he identified many types of birds and Ada named those he didn't know. After they had unsaddled and were brushing the horses Guy said, "That was a most rewarding experience Ada." "I anticipated you'd enjoy it. I call it My Eden and it was lovely to have someone with me. Tomorrow we'll drive and then tramp to an even better Eden, the headwaters of this river." "I'd like that." There was a pause and Guy suspected she was giving him opportunity to say it. He swallowed, "Ada?" "Yes?" "About sex?" "Would you like to sleep with me?" "Oh yes." "I feel the same way. Would you like to do that now or tonight?" "Tonight. I'll enjoy thinking about it." "Me too. I'm off to prepare dinner. I'll leave you to finish with a light combing and let the horses out into the pasture, first gate on the right and hang the bridles on the wall." When Guy entered the bedroom he found Ada, dressed after a shower, combing her hair. He learned over her left shoulder and they kissed. He took the comb and continued combing her long brown hair with its gentle waves that were reappearing now that it was drying. "That's lovely and a long time since anyone has done that to me." "I thought as much." "You are very thoughtful and show sensitivity. I like that." "Did you go to college?" "Only for two years. I'd met Aaron – that's him in that photo with me over there on the wall. He was six years older and was keen to come out here where land was cheaper He came out and purchased the land and at the end of the academic year I followed and we married in Edgewater. We lost all our friends leaving the city but made new ones." "What were you studying?" "English lit." "And now you write?" "Yes, you may read my present draft of four chapters if you wish." "Yes please." "I'll open it on the laptop and then bring you a glass of wine." "May I kiss you again, this time with you standing?" "Yes of course. From now on you don't have to ask." Ada thought this encounter would be great experience for novel writing. She resolved to be as sexy as she could comfortably be. Who knows where that would take her? They were almost the same height. Ada gazed at Guy as she felt his arms go around her, thinking was that how a man looked when thinking about sex. He felt strong and he pulled her to him and she felt her breasts splayed and her bra dug into her. Now that was a thought. Serious kissing should be done braless and without front buttons. Guy's buckle pressing into her stomach produced another thought but suddenly all other thoughts were blown away – was that a growing erection she could feel against her thigh? She moved her hips laterally and smiled triumphantly into the deep kiss, knowing the budding erection would only require him, if they were nude, to lift her a little and with her legs parted it would be perfectly placed to enter her vagina. Ada groaned. Guy pulled away and asked was he holding her too tightly. "Give everything to me hard," Ada said recklessly and he chuckled. Ada fetched the wine and Guy put his hand out for her and smiled, saying thank you. "You write very descriptively with great fluidity. I'm already thinking your heroine is stronger than the hero. That can't be right." "I'm afraid it is but it will change, eventually. Darlena will grow her man, encouraging Hughson to use his strengths to their maximum as required and to show him how to exploit his competitive nature." "Would a male really tolerate that?" "Don't be so naive Guy. Hughson will be virtually unaware of what she is doing to him." "Oh the guile of women." "Oooh, you know about that do you?" He just smiled and returned to reading the start of her first draft. Ada sang softly as she worked in the kitchen. It had been a long time since she'd done that. Excitement gripped her but also a touch of fear. What if she was too dry from being under-used – she only used her small vibrator around her clit? She dug around in her bedroom drawers and with relief found a spray container of vagina-safe lube. She placed that in her bedside drawer and returned to the kitchen humming with that fear exorcised. She sipped her wine and wondered would Aaron be watching them in bed. She then dismissed that was an illogical thought and relaxed even more. She hoped she wouldn't be too preoccupied about having a penis in her again and forget to move her ass. Men liked their women to be mobile in bed. She'd often read that. * * * The bathroom was between the bedrooms and when Guy returned Ada was standing by the bed, looking a little pale and rather nervous, so vulnerable. He thought he knew how to fix that. He walked up to her confidently and standing slightly off-center, kissed her and reached down and cupped her vulva. "I love holding a cunt like this." A huge surge seized Ada. At the time she couldn't describe it to herself. She thought lifted and freed, but that wasn't it entirely. The way he'd uttered that hateful cunt word had almost stunned her, But she was watching his face, saw his goodness and the way he'd said that simple sentence seemed so naive, so beautiful, so appropriate. He squeezed and she pushed against his hand. Ada loved the attention she was receiving, she loved the though of what lay ahead and she knew she could love him. Later she'd describe it as the most profound sexual experience of her life because he was in the process of turning her into a live woman again, instead of the empty husk she'd become, starting from that day Aaron was delivered that terrible news that he was doomed to die from cancer, though of course the prognosis had been presented a little more sugar-coated than that. The surge subsided but she didn't mind. The greatest moments in life were just that, moments. "Undress me," she whispered. He groaned, asking would she drop his pants and underpants because his bent over cock was killing him. Ada did that quickly and still on her haunches as Guy's erection sprang straight she kissed it and licked it a full stroke before she stood, being aware there was plenty to lick. She was almost panting but steadied as Guy began undressing her almost reverently. She'd dressed after her shower in her best underwear. She smiled when he crooned it was so lovely and she adored the way he looked at her breasts with the slightly upturned nipples. It was unbelievable he didn't touch them. Guy went on to his knees and bent into to her groin and sniffed. Yes sniffed. She felt her body hit high arousal, surprised she wasn't feeling revolted that he's sniffed for odors. He pulled the panties aside and licked her, just the once, but as it passed over her opening she felt it push in just a little and ever so briefly. He wormed a finger in and then held it up to her. For goodness sake, he wanted her to taste herself! He said nothing, but held the finger up patiently and so she sucked his finger and felt her body jingle as some of her sensitive points reacted. Oh lordy, if he was into this he'd probably try for her ass. Ada Learns Something Author's note: This is a fantasy. Got that? Good. It's not real. It's not about or based on real people. It's not supposed to be a genuine description of any reasonably likely physical acts or psychological states. If you try any of this at home, that's your decision. ======== Ada Learns Something It happened while Stewart was pounding into her from above, using his weight to slam against her cervix on each stroke. Ada looked up at him, in the haze of almost-exhaustion and pre-orgasmic glow, and suddenly felt herself filled with a warm glow of affection. She felt an impulse to reach up and tenderly wipe away the sweat pouring down his flushed face. She couldn't do that because her arms were pinned by her legs, which were pinned against her ribcage by Stewart's arms. They had been going for a while, now. He had started on her as they undressed, sucking on her pierced nipples until they were aching and tender and then working his mouth down her belly as her jeans came off, passing her carefully trimmed triangle of hair and going down on her with lips, and tongue, and teeth, and fingers in both of her holes, until she screamed and thrashed and squirted into his mouth. Then she had rolled him over so she could play with his cock and his balls slowly and teasingly until he began to pulse and he took charge again before he came. He rolled her onto her side and slid behind her, hooking his arm around her upper knee and holding it next to her ribcage as he pushed his thick cock into her with some effort. He fucked her in long strokes, slapping into her hard each time while she held onto the bed's frame above her head. She clenched her pussy around him as hard as she could and was rewarded by heavy grunting followed by uneven thrusts and finally an explosion deep inside her. With one of his hands holding painfully onto her breast to anchor the arm holding her leg, and his other hand mauling her other breast and nipple, she came at almost the same time. When he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, she twisted around and wiggled down the bed, lubricating her fingers with some of the come leaking out of her. She used her mouth to coax him back to full hardness, then wiggled two fingers into his arse and began vigorously massaging his prostate until he squirted into her mouth. She didn't swallow until she had slithered up his body and smeared some of his come onto his tongue. That was when he grabbed her shoulders and forcibly rolled her over, pinning her to the bed and folding her back on herself before threatening to fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week. He pounded her brutally while she goaded him on with taunts and lewd suggestions, until she suddenly felt a warm glow suffuse her whole being. She stared at his face in an almost religious awe, committing every line and plane to memory, and felt her growing orgasm, that she had been resisting until his was inevitable, soaring up and threatening to overwhelm her with ecstasy. She was pinned to the bed as effectively as a hogtie, and for the first time it felt frustrating instead of erotic. Suddenly, instead of challenging him to make her come, she was helpless in the face of his aggression and dominant fucking, and could do nothing except gasp out "Fuck me like a cheap whore!" as her third orgasm thundered through her. The spasms of her cunt finally pushed him into an exhausted spurt before he collapsed onto her, landing heavily on her beasts. She felt her body burning with joy everywhere they touched. She disengaged her legs from his arms and wrapped them around him, holding him tightly between her thighs. She felt too good to say anything immediately. She just wanted to hold him and kiss him and lick him and have him slowly fuck in and out of her until she was helpless with exhaustion. She slid one hand down his back to his arse and wriggled one finger inside him. He grunted in surprise. "Jesus, aren't you done yet?" He growled. "Nuh, uh." She squeezed him a little harder between her thighs and wiggled her finger in his arse. "Want me to fuck your arse until you're crying?" "Mmm, yes, please." She felt him shrink inside her, and felt a brief and entirely alien pang of regret and self-recrimination that she couldn't keep him hard He pulled out and rolled off her, lifting one of her legs to get out of her grip. "I need a shower." She rolled onto her side to watch him walk away. She saw him surrounded by a bright halo that highlighted every detail of his gorgeous, muscular back and buttocks. She shook her head. What was wrong with her? She didn't even like her men heavily muscled. She just liked his enthusiasm and his fat cock. But there was something... The shower started in the bathroom. Fuck it. She swung her legs off the bed and, walking carefully but still walking, she went to join him. "I'm still walking, you'll have to try harder," she said as she stepped in and took the soap off him to start rubbing over his back. He just grunted, and didn't say anything as she soaped herself thoroughly and then used her body to soap his by wiggling all over him. She tried to entice him back to hardness but he remained stubbornly flaccid as she washed and rinsed him, so she had to content herself with the tingling pleasure of touching him all over. When he was dry, he collapsed onto the bed and was asleep in minutes. She forced herself to lie on her back, staring at the ceiling while she tried to work out what the fuck was wrong with her. She didn't do lovey-dovey crap. She fucked. In fact, she fucked around, with frequent testing and a small group of trusted friends. What was happening to her now? She looked across at him, and felt a rising urge to stroke his face tenderly. She shuddered at herself before the urge become irresistible, rolled onto her side away from him and tried to go to sleep. In the morning, she woke up snuggled against him, with one arm flung across his broad chest and one leg across his hips. He woke with a groan soon after she did, and pushed her leg off him. "I have to piss," he mumbled, lurching off to the bathroom still half-asleep. When he returned, his cock was at half-mast and he was more awake. She was waiting for him, lying on her back, naked and without even the thin sheet that had been all they had needed during the night. She reached out for him with a smile she didn't realise she had until it was set in place. "Roll over," he growled with a rising cock and a gleam in his eye. "You did ask me to fuck you in the arse until you were crying." Well, she couldn't argue with that. She rolled onto her stomach, spread her legs and reached up to grip the bed frame as he knelt next to her on the bed. He held her down with one hand on her lower back as he felt between her thighs, establishing his absolute dominance over her body. He rubbed her lips roughly, and pushed two fingers inside her as soon as he felt the first trace of dew. She was soon wet enough for him to finger-fuck her vigorously, and to moisten his thumb before pushing it past her puckered sphincter into her arse. He waited until she was groaning and shivering before he pulled his hand away, pushed his cock into her cunt for a couple of strokes to get it nice and wet, and then slowly forced it into her arse. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax and not fight back as he stretched her open. His was the biggest cock ever to fuck her arse, and it was on the very limit of what she could stand. She bit her lip and involuntarily tightened her grip on the bed frame, but after his head had bulldozed into her, it wasn't so bad and she could start enjoying the feeling of his shaft rubbing in and out of her. He started slowly and then gradually accelerated as she accommodated him, and she began enjoying it until he increased speed to the point where it became almost uncomfortable and she had to bite her lip and picture him thrusting in and out of her so the mental image would help her keep the sensation erotic. He kept increasing speed, and a whimper escaped her lip, but she didn't think of asking him to slow down. He sped up a little more, and she buried her face in the bed, willing herself to take it. "Until you cry," he panted as he kept relentlessly fucking her arse. "Try walking after this." She was determined that she would not, under any circumstances, cry. Not from just having her arse reamed out. She clenched her jaw and then relaxed it again, closed her eyes and willed her body to settle into the eroticism of it. Her body became so limp that every thrust shook it and he increased his efforts again. She heard and felt him grow near, and felt a tinge of satisfaction. He soon grunted, shuddered, and buried himself to the hilt between her buttocks as he shook with release. She smiled to herself, blissfully happy that she had pleased him. Then her eyes snapped open in shock. Where the fuck had that come from? Let him worry about pleasing himself! As he took a breath and started fucking her again, she wormed one hand underneath her and began vigorously jilling herself. She drove herself to two orgasms before he came again, but could feel herself struggling for strength under his relentless assault. "I can keep going," he growled, a hint of satisfaction in his voice as he sensed her flagging energy. "I think I should have pushed a vibrator into you before I started." The thought made her go limp. "Oh, god, no," she moaned. He laughed, and sped up, attacking her arse brutally now. Struggling against his assault and against her own perverse feelings for him, she surrendered and gave him the satisfaction of seeing her start crying softly. He laughed all the way to his next shuddering spurt, and then pulled out abruptly, sending one blob of come onto her buttocks. As she was gasping for relief, he rolled over, rummaged in her bedside drawers, and pulled out a long, metal cylinder. Her eyes flew open. "Don't you fucking dare!" She tried to twist away, but he pinned her down with one hand again and trapped her legs under one of his before reaching between them and unerringly driving the dildo inside her before turning it on to maximum. "AAAAAAA!" "Say my name, bitch," he said conversationally as he twisted it inside her. "Nnnng, Stewart!" "Who's got the biggest cock to fuck your arse until you cried?" "Stewart!" she gasped out again, trying to thrash free but helpless against the weight of his hand on her back. She tried to squeeze her thighs around his wrist, but his leg was jamming them open. "Who is going to hold this here until you can't say my name any more?" "Stewwwwwwnnnnggggg AAAAA!" As the shudders of her orgasm died away, he kept smoothly twisting the dildo around inside her. "Oh, fuck, please!" "Please what?" "Please, Stewart, don't make me come again!" "Please, Stewart, what?" "Oh, fuck you!" "I can keep this up longer than you can." She had to bury her face in the bed as another orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, then his thumb found her clit and she convulsed helplessly. "Please, Stewart, sir, stop making me cum," she groaned. "Say it again." "Please, Stewart, sir, stop making me cum!" "Just once more." "Oh, god, no ..." His thumb began vigorously rubbing her clit as he pressed the dildo as far into her as it would go. Her entreaties became babbling until she shook again, weakly this time, and he pulled the dildo out, leaving it, still buzzing violently, next to her sweaty, tear-streaked face. After a few moments she weakly reached up to turn it off, and when the buzzing stopped she heard the shower running. She managed to roll over, and began cleaning the dildo with her mouth. When he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, she was still lying exhausted on the bed. "That's what I like to see," he said approvingly. "A hot woman fucked into submission." "Fuck you." The response was automatic, but she couldn't deny a burst of pleasure at his approval. He laughed as he headed towards the kitchen. "Coffee?" "Please." She forced herself to move, aware she was leaking come onto the bed. She tried to stand, then collapsed onto the ground and had to crawl to the toilet. "What are you up to tonight?" she asked when she was finally sitting at the kitchen table in a dressing gown, her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. He made a sour face. "Got to work late." "Pity. Give me a call next time you're free." "Sure." When she had seen him off, having to restrain herself from kissing him goodbye, she sat back at the table and buried her head in her hands. What the hell was wrong with her? She couldn't be going soppy! She was free that day, which just meant free to fret inside her own head, so after making the bed, she drove herself out the door to go shopping, after she had recovered enough to walk properly. The next day, she had a shoot with a photographer she had known almost since childhood. "Ruby!" Ruby glanced up from her laptop. "Hey, Ada. Coffee in the pot." She was wearing an ill-fitting painter's smock over bare legs and feet, but her face had the driven look of a perfectionist. "Cheers. What am I wearing today?" "Get your kit off." "Ooh, goody. " Ada sat on the edge of a freshly made single bed, stark naked in the warm studio, sipping coffee while Ruby stalked around checking light. Finally, Ruby turned back to Ada. "Okay, I'm going for sultry, to start with. Black and white and nothing gynaecological. Get under the sheet to start with." After five minutes of Ada stretching, twisting and posing, with the sheet working its way slowly down off first one breast, then the other, then down to her waist, and one leg coming out, Ruby stopped shooting. "Ada, what's that look on your face?" Ada had to drag her mind back to the present. "Huh?" "You were giving me good sultry, and suddenly you went dreamy." "I did?" Ruby leant on a tripod and gave her friend a piercing look. "Something up with you, girl. Spill." Ada flopped back on the bed, holding the twisted-up sheet between her legs and unconsciously using her forearms to squeeze her breasts around the cotton. Ruby grabbed a couple of shots. "I don't know. I was fucking Stewart the other night ..." "Huh! Lucky you!" "Oh, don't tell me you haven't." "Yeah, okay, fair point. Go on." "And we were into it for a while, and then he was fucking me, and I was pinned and he was above me all hot and sweaty and I got all ... I don't know." Ruby smiled wickedly. "You're in love now, then? "Fuck off!" "So what, then?" Ada squeeze the sheet harder, using her feet to pull it down across her crotch. She shivered with delight. Ruby managed to capture the moment. "Fuck, I don't know. It was weird. Suddenly I just wanted to do things for him. I still don't like him much, personally. I mean, he fucks hard, and he's got a great cock, but he's got too much muscle to be really attractive and he's kind of an arse still. I thought maybe I'd had a stroke or something." Ruby raised an eyebrow, and lifted her head from peering intently at her camera's screen to look straight at Ada, who was beginning to unconsciously twist her body around the sheet with a look of remembered ecstasy on her face. Ruby kept on filling the camera's memory card. Ada stopped moving, and went limp again. "If he's broken me, I'll fucking kill him." "What, broken you for everyone else?" Ruby snorted. "Fat chance!" Ada turned her head sideways and gave Ruby a calculating look. Yes: she felt like a woman right now. She threw the rope of sheet to one side. "Come here and try me, then." Ruby gave her a calculating look back, and flicked a glance at the clock on her wall before setting her camera down and pulling her smock over her head. "Yeah, alright then." Ruby didn't have Ada's rigorously sculpted body, but her small breasts were firm and nicely shaped and the slight outward curve of her belly just accentuated her femininity. She was not wearing panties and did not bother shaving. She crawled onto the bed, giving Ada a tonsil-cleaning kiss from above as Ada reached up to gently stroke and rub her nipples. When Ruby's nipples were swollen and hard, she broke the kiss and slipped down the bed, going straight to Ada's already damp pussy and making it damper with her own saliva, expertly alternating between teasing the lips, penetrating with her tongue, and rubbing the swollen clit, not using her fingers because she knew she didn't have to. Ada started off whispering gleeful encouragement, then began sighing happily, then moaning deep in her throat, clutching at her own breasts and squeezing them roughly as her orgasm grew slowly but sweetly and irresistibly until she shouted and came. Ruby sat up, grabbed one of Ada's legs and held it straight up as she laid one of her own legs across Ada's hips, using a firm grip on Ada's thigh to pull their crotches together. Ada grinned up at Ruby and rocked her hips up and down to rub their pussy lips together. Ruby wrapped her hands around Ada's leg, one on her shin pressing the calf into her breast and one on the top of the thigh, and ground her crotch into Ada's. She was beginning to breathe heavily, and was contributing her own moisture to the slickness between them. Ada, her pussy still sensitive from coming once, kept rocking her hips up and down as she reached up to stroke Ruby's small and perfectly formed breast, rubbing the nipple lightly before taking it between thumb and forefinger and beginning to squeeze and twist it. Ruby's lips parted, a faint hissing the only sound she made as she twisted her torso to make Ada tug at her captured nipple. She twisted her hips to change the angle and put more pressure on her clitoris while pulling Ada's calf harder into her other breast. Ada reached up with her free hand, wrapping it around Ruby's exposed breast while pulling the nipple out to stretch it, and began squeezing hard. Ruby's mouth opened wide and she pressed it onto Ada's foot, muffling her as she came with a whole-body shake. "Have you ever let yourself scream when coming?" Ada asked before pulling Ruby to the side, toppling her onto the bed. She climbed on top while Ruby gasped for breath in the aftermath of her orgasm, and slid two fingers straight into Ruby's pussy. Ruby spread her legs wide and pressed one arm across her mouth to silence a groan. Ada added another finger and Ruby quivered. Ada leaned down and they kissed hard, forcing their mouths together as Ada very slowly inserted a fourth finger inside Ruby and then began thrusting slowly back and forth with her whole hand, her thumb pressed into Ruby's clitoris. Weak from just having come once, Ruby was helpless to prevent Ada finger-fucking her into a second back-arching, leg-shaking orgasm as she jammed her wrist into her mouth to prevent herself crying out. As Ruby came down, Ada sat back on her heels and lightly stroked Ruby's thighs as they lay on the bed. "Ruby, why don't you ever let yourself make a noise?" "Try growing up with two fundamentalist parents who think you're studying and would shoot you if they knew you ate pussy!" Ada was left lost for words for a second. "I can't believe I've never asked you before," she said meekly. "Meh, I don't talk about it anyway. So: Feeling guilty yet? Any hints of betrayal?" Ada slapped Ruby's pussy, making the photographer yelp. "I don't get guilty," Ada said firmly. Ruby looked at her. "Okay, that was sincere." Then her face split into a grin. "Feeling all gooey over me?" "No, just slippery." Ada slipped two fingers straight into herself and started slowly pumping them in and out. Ada Learns Something "I've got an idea," Ruby announced, and swung her leg over Ada so she could roll off the bed and stand up. Ada idly continued to frig herself as she watched Ruby stroll over to the other side of the studio. When Ruby came back, she was buckling on a fat strap-on. "On your back," she said firmly. Ada when a little weak. "Yes Mistress!" She said jokingly as she pulled her fingers out and rolled onto her back. "How did Stewart have you?" Ada lifted her legs up, grabbed her ankles and pulled them down. Ruby, who knew Ada well, put her hands on Ada's calves and firmly pushed them back down until they were on the bed, which twisted Ada's hips up so either of her holes were available. With the ease of long practice and a wet, eager partner, Ruby pushed the fat head of the dildo straight into Ada, who shuddered and moaned happily. Ruby was looking intently at Ada's face. When Ada spotted Ruby's expression and opened her mouth to ask about it, Ruby pulled out and thrust in again, cutting off anything Ada had to say by making her gasp involuntarily. Ruby began slowly accelerating, using almost the full length of the dildo, as she continued to stare intently at Ada's face. Ada groaned. Her first orgasm had merely whetted her appetite. Now, with the fat dildo ploughing in and out of her, her lust for an explosive climax was being fed by having her body twisted into one of the most submissive of postures and pinned there by Ruby's full weight. Ada groaned, revelling in the joy of being helpless and exploited as much as in the pounding her cunt was being given. Ruby, who knew from experience that she couldn't hope to match Stewart's power or speed, also knew that being a woman wearing a strap-on was an unfair advantage as far as Ada's fetishes went. Ruby settled into the best pace she could maintain, and watched as Ada's face slowly took on the blissful, angelic look of a woman who had totally surrendered her entire mind and body to someone else's sexual control. As Ruby's fucking continued, Ada became less of a participant and more of a recipient, and her approaching orgasm became less her choice to take and more Ruby's to force upon her. "Say my name," Ruby demanded. "Ruby!" Ada gasped out. "Call me Mistress. " "Mistress!" "You're my bitch." "I'm your bitch, Mistress!" "Look at me!" Ada, whose eyes had been hooded half-closed, stared up at Ruby with a face suffused by the glow of adoration. Very deliberately, Ruby collected some saliva and spat into Ada's wide-open mouth. As Ada swallowed hungrily, Ruby said "Come, bitch." Ada was too well pinned to thrash or spasm or even to shake, so every bit of her physical reaction went into a scream that threatened to shatter Ruby's ear drums. Ruby kept fucking Ada until screams had tapered off past whimpers and become moans of helpless lust. Ruby didn't stop moving until Ada was in the middle of another orgasm. Then Ruby pulled her knees up until she could support herself on the bed, gently pulled Ada's legs up until they could fall naturally, and lowered herself on top of Ada to hug her protectively. Ada's arms wrapped around Ruby and he legs came up to grip Ruby's waist. Ruby let Ada just hold her for several minutes, then she quietly said "You remember why you sometimes prefer strap-ons to real cocks?" "They don't go soft afterwards," Ada whispered. Ruby could heart the buzz of adoration in Ada's voice. "You've done very well," Ruby said tenderly. "I'm going to pull out of you now, and I want you to lie quietly on your back." Ada made a small sound of protest, but didn't try and resist as Ruby slowly pulled the dildo from Ada's pussy and then rolled to one side so she could lie on the bed without touching Ada. Ruby waited another minute, then said, "I'd like you to think about what just happened, Ada." Ada stretched, luxuriating in the just-been-comprehensively-fucked feeling, then said "Oh, you held me down and..." a confused feeling crossed her face. She turned her head towards Ruby and began saying "Hey, what..." Ruby stopped her. "I'd like you to not look at me, and to tell me what you're feeling." Ada stared at the ceiling. "I... That's what I felt with Stewart!" "Do you feel the same way about me, now?" A look of wonder crossed Ada's face. "Yes." "I think you've found a form of subspace." "What the fuck's that?" "You've never really been part of any BDSM community, have you?" Ada shrugged. "No, it always seemed too organised for me. Great ideas and clothes, yeah, and techniques, and..." Ruby interrupted as a blissful look padded over Ada's face. "In BDSM," she began explaining patiently, "a submissive who is really involved, and trusting, can enter an altered state of consciousness where they have absolute trust and submission, and probably euphoria as well, and may not be able to make rational or safe decisions for themselves. I've seen it in here doing bondage shoots. Some models go all dreamy and compliant for a while and recover quickly, and some models can enter subspace as soon as they get restraints put on. For the most extreme cases, their Masters or Mistresses have to be present to care for them." Ada looked at the ceiling in wonderment. "Wow," she said. Then: "I have so much to learn." Ruby looked at her seriously, and judged the time might be right for the next question. "Do you mind?" Ruby asked, seriously. Ada bit her lip and continued to stare at the ceiling. "No," she said eventually. "Being there felt amazing, and I wouldn't fuck anyone I didn't trust not to take advantage of me. I might need to have words with a few people, though." Ruby quietly let out a breath she had been holding, and reached out to circle one finger gently around one of Ada's pierced and perpetually erect nipples. The temptation was too great. "Do you still feel any of it?" She asked, mock-casually. Ada turned her head to look straight at Ruby. "A little," Ada said. She felt herself trapped by Ruby's gray eyes and begin to tingle with the urge to make Mistress happy. Ruby's finger stilled on Ada's breast. "Do you mind? A little longer?" Ada's smile grew dopey. "You know I never mind you asking anything," she whispered. "Use me as long as you want to, Mistress." Ada, who had never seriously called anyone "Mistress" before, felt the word settle onto her mind and push her back into that glowing place where she adored this person so much she wanted to serve her. Ruby smiled at Ada tenderly. "So if I were to tell you to go down on me until I couldn't think straight..." Ada nearly leapt on Ruby, kissing her fiercely before scuttling down the bed, not even pausing at Ruby's breasts before bestowing the first loving kiss to Ruby's clitoris. Ruby lay back, sighing happily as the best cunnilinguist she knew got to work. Ruby had always wistfully wondered what it would be like to have a slave, just for a little while. Four nights later, when Stewart cockily swaggered into Ada's apartment with visions of pinning her down by the throat and fucking her until she begged him to do her up the arse again, he was met by the predatory look of a woman who doesn't plan to be told anything. Stewart was slightly disappointed, but it was Ada's apartment, so he didn't say anything. But the predatory grin continued through dinner and unnerved him so much that when Ada said "Now get your fucking clothes off, bitch-boy," he nearly said "Yes, Mistress!" before he began hurriedly undressing. Ada threw him to the carpet and rode his face to her first orgasm, then knelt above him and made him finger her until she squirted onto his face. She licked his face thoroughly clean and then rode his cock until she came a third time, before he was even halfway there. Stewart felt so cowed that he didn't even try and take control when Ada finished her screaming orgasm and settled onto him, his cock still desperately hard inside her. Ada began toying with Stewart's nipples as she stared at his face. Stewart had no idea what Ada's expression meant, but couldn't even try and work it out because Ada's fingers on his nipples seemed to be doing things to his cock. Ada laughed and shook her head briefly. That jarred Stewart enough to say something. "Hey, what do you mean?" "Nothing," Ada said, giving Stewart's nipples a savage twist and making him yelp. Then Ada leaned forwards and fed Stewart one of her nipples, which meant sliding half off Stewart's cock. "Shut up and fuck me. I'll let you come this time." Ada would have a good, long talk to Stewart later. Then, if Stewart understood, Ada wanted him to pin her to the bed by her throat and fuck her until she begged him to ream out her arse again. She hadn't enjoyed it properly the last time. Ada Guy pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them, knowing he'd be looking at her muscular thighs, harden by horse riding. His tongue went straight into her and she shuddered into an orgasm. Ada drew her head back and breathed through her mouth, her hands resting on his shoulders. She'd rarely been completely licked out; was this to be the ultimate vaginal massage? Guy licked and licked and Ada lifted a leg on to the bed to give him greater access. She was sighing and uttering little whimpers when she felt his finger at her anus. Right now she had to make the decision – accept this little by-play and later perhaps have her ass reamed for the first time or smack his hand away. She chose to drop both hands and play with his ears. There was a copious amount of pussy juice mixed with his saliva so she knew he'd have natural lubricant on tap to facilitate finger access. A finger slipped all the way in after some gentle and staged worming and just as her legs were almost giving out Ada realized a second finger was in her ass and he was stretching her. She sighed and came, sending liquid over his mouth and lapping tongue. Oh, the poor darling must be nearly exhausted. She pulled away and smiled, hearing his sight of relief. Ada went wobbling to the bed, her face flushed and probably most of her body flushed. Her cunt – where did that horrible word come from? – was almost pulsating, swollen with blood. "That was lovely, really adorable Guy. You are such a lovely man. Please, on to your back." Ada had decided to break the long period of neglect it would be best for her to ride on top. She spat three times on the swollen dick, rubbing plenty of saliva over the thick head, and then straddled Guy and sank down on him slowly guiding herself in. He worked both nipples and sent delightful little waves through her torso. Her pussy accepted him without a problem and that was pleasing. She now had the control of length of insertion and pace. When sucking the pussy-tainted finger, Ada had decided not to ask for a condom to be worn. Guy hadn't asked was she safe and there had been no indication he intended pulling out early. Ada figured the chances of becoming pregnant would be small, perhaps even non-existent, but if she did, so what? She began her attack on Guy's erection tentatively, but as she began feeling more comfortable and her mind told her it was enjoyable being into fucking again, she picked up the pace. As she became juicier she began banging Guy and he was blowing and groaning and attempting to rip her tits off her chest while he bucked back at her. Ada liked that as she reached the precipice before plunging into total release she squeezed her thigh and cunt muscles. Guy bellowed and they came almost together. During the next couple of hours he fucked her while she lay flat on her belly and then after another rest had her ass. Ada found it very uncomfortable at first but each time he queried she told him to keep going and when he began ass fucking she fingered her pussy and couldn't believe how hugely she released. She was disappointed she only thought she could feel him firing into her bowel rather than actually feeling that happening. Guy went off to shower but she felt too weak to walk the distance so closed her eyes, a towel between her legs and drifted off to sleep feeling very happy indeed and entertaining the notion she was a woman once more. She awoke in the morning to the whining of Brutus outside the window. So she sucked off Guy but wouldn't allow him to touch her because she felt rather sore and then went out and fed her dog without dressing. God, she'd been ass-fucked. Did that mean she was depraved? Ada thought not. CHAPTER 2 They were away in her Jeep Wrangler by 9:00 and drove in about two miles short of the headwaters. They followed a narrow track through vegetation from there until they came to a ravine and walked along that, unable to keep their feet dry because they had to go through shallow pools that went from bank to bank and with no stepping stones. But Ada had warned Guy about this. The ravine suddenly widened into a bowl about fifty yards across and the banks were covered in trees in their winter foliage. At the base of the cliff was a long fissure through which water flowed. It was the first visible origin of the water runoff that was draining from inside the rising mountain in the background. The small river would progressively catch other tributaries and become a river. "This is like an oasis," Guy marveled, as they stood leaning against an old tree trunk on a little beach. "It's so beautiful. It makes me feel as if I'm at the heart of nature." They kissed and tongued hungrily and eventually Ada broke away and dropped her jeans and leant over the trunk. Guy dropped his jeans and underpants around his soaking socks and boots and holding his erection kissed Ada deeply and then straightened behind her and fed it in slowly. He wet his thumb and stuck that into her butt and began fucking her ever so slowly. Ada had intended this to happen when she first mentioned going to the headwaters, knowing it would be a glorious place to be fucked if her visitor was in the mood. He was in a magnificent mood, saying sweet nothings to her, a tit crushed in one hand and he slowing pushed in and pulled out and pushed in slowly almost with perfect timing and she grunted a little each time his groin thudded against her momentarily. A half hour must have passed and he continued, machine-like. Ada didn't wish to be rubbed raw so called "Come on!" Guy slapped her ass cheek and she jumped. He slapped the other and placing both hands on her hips picked up the pace. With his finger gone from her anus she did something she'd never done before. She licked her middle finger and worked it up her butt and then waggling it and felt some little enjoyable sensations. The sight of her finger going up her ass must have excited Guy. Ada squeezed her breast savagely with her spare hand and began convulsing against his cock and that trigger him. Their heavy groans echoed around them. Back at the vehicle they took off their wet footwear and enjoyed coffee and a snack. Guy said, "That was hugely enjoyable, a great environment climaxing with a wonderful fuck. You are so good to me." That unleashed another bout of hugging and kissing, initiated by Guy until he stopped and went almost rigid. "Oh no." "What?" "I've only used a condom when I ass-fucked you. I suddenly thought if you have been so long away from it you won't be on contraceptives." "Relax, it's all right. I haven't been able to have children." "Phew!" They laughed. That evening their enjoyed roasted beef with all the trimmings. "That was wonderful, as good as my mother makes, truly." He looked so boyish saying that. Ada believed him. Listening to the radio weather forecast they heard there were in for stormy weather over the next 48 hours. "You'll have to stay another two days." "Are you sure? You'll be bored with me." "Oh yeah?" Ada though she was acting ten years younger, and she felt like it, and she wanted to be fucked and thought they could stay two days in bed, but didn't say it. There was still half an hour till dark so when Guy said he was off for a run she sent Brutus with him and told Guy not to worry if Brutus broke off and came back alone. But he didn't and Ada liked the thought of that. She worked on her novel and when they arrived back Guy made her coffee and then said he'd read to allow her to keep on working. Brutus was allowed to stay inside because of the imminent storm; he barely fitted into the kennel. Shortly after resuming writing Ada introduced a new character not included in her prepared list of partly developed character. He was a young college graduate riding on a horse along with a packhorse, spending six months going through out-of-the-way places. The parents of the heroine invited him to rest his horses for a few days and camp on their lawn but to go inside to share meals and have full use of the bathroom. The heroine's mother was one of those women who fret they have never been sexually fulfilled. Ada aimed to allow the mother to enjoy unbelievable sex with the young graduate but not wall-to-wall sex; that was reserved for the heroine. The storm did howl for the next two days. They drove off to the nearest sizeable town the first day, went to two movies and then dinner and returned home late. The next day Ada's neighbor called her to invite her for lunch. "Hannah, I have someone staying with me." "I know, I've seen you ride with him down to the river and passed him on the road running with Brutus. Is he good for you?" "Yes, very." "Where did you find him?" "He rode on a bicycle almost to my front door." "God, how romantic. That's something to put into your book. Are you able to walk?" "Excuse me?" "With all that sex?" "Er Hannah..." "Well be here at 12:30. There's no work being done outside in this weather so everyone will be here. I promise not to embarrass you. Shall we call him your stepbrother?" "That would be lovely. His name is Guy Rollo." "What an odd name." "But he's not Hannah. We'll be there." Ada went to the sofa where Guy had his feet up reading. She stroked his hair. "One of my neighbors has invited us to lunch and I've accepted. She knows you are here. There's little that Hannah misses. There will be quite a crowd as ranch work has ground to a stop in this weather. She would have been having the lunch even had you not been there." "How do you feel being seen with me and people whispering I'm staying with you?" "Very relaxed about it really. Actually with a bit of pride; some of the women will be seething with jealousy." "Oh I hadn't thought about that. I thought your good reputation would have been blown. You will be add this experience to your book." "Er, do you think so?" "Yes." "Hannah has suggested I introduce you as my stepbrother. How do you feel about that? There's no need for you to change your name. I'll give you a potted family history as some of the people will remember my mother visiting five years ago." "And so the drama deepens. You will have real meat to add to your book. Will you describe your first ass-fuck?" "Er Guy, may I give you the family potted history right now?" "Oh you're blushing. At thirty-six you can still blush. How wonderful." The lunch continued for almost four and a half hours and at home time some of the drivers were so intoxicated they had difficulty finding their vehicles amongst the fifteen or so parked around the ranch house. People were so interested in finding how what Guy knew about ranching and what the hell was a doctorate in psychology that not one person queried about his relationship with Ada. But did they get away with it? Guy was quite sure they did but not Ada. She said, "Some of those younger women were talking behind their hands and looking at us. I suspect the conversation was what's stopping a stepbrother fucking his stepsister." "Are you worried?" "Not at all. The question remains unanswered, doesn't it?" "Yes, quite. Good thinking." As soon as they arrived home they went to bed to sleep, both having drunk a large amount of alcohol. Ada awoke at 9:00 and shaking Guy awake she made omelets filled with leftover cooked vegetables from the previous evening. They sat and talked for an hour and then had wall-to-wall sex. Ada was left so exhausted the Guy had to carry her into the shower. She was shocked with herself, having reamed him with her tongue. He'd hunched up on his hands and knees and gave her instructions, not that there were many to deliver. She did it without a qualm. Unbelievable! In the morning in the drizzle Ada stood at the gate with Rufus and they saw him off. She managed to make not too much of a scene. It was so sad to see him go. It wasn't that she'd miss the sex – she now had the confidence to find likely men. It was just he was so lovely and had really brought her into the real world again and at times had been so incredibly gentle with her. She had said if he found difficulty finding a compatible woman to marry he was welcomed to come back to her and she would go off with him. He laughed and said he'd like her saying that and added it was perhaps the best thing a woman had ever said to him, apart from the things his mother had sometimes said to him when growing up. Guy was 100 yards along the road when he turned and came back to her. He'd said he just wanted to check he was heading in the right direction to connect with the highway to New Ulm. She knew he knew he was; he'd just wanted one more final kiss. That really made her weep and he laughed and kissed her tears away. That's how she'd remember him. The days went by leaving Ada with a suspicion. Later that day in Edgewater she purchased a pregnancy test kit and hurried home to continue progress with her novel. Ada thought her writing had lifted a couple of notches and she could credit Guy for being mainly responsible for that. He'd made her life complete with his tenderness and all that sex, fully restoring her as a woman. It was time she thought about inviting a guy to dinner, She better start drawing up a list of possible suitors or even of guy who'd stay for a night or two. Autumn was a great time for sex. THE END