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But I Do

By: MoogPlayer



I received an anonymous comment not too long ago from someone who said that they were not only a big fan of my work, but that they had also read both of my books. Therefore, the story you're about to read was written in honor of that particular individual, whoever he or she may be. If that person, and only they know who they are, is reading this, please, send me a feedback letter with your name and email address, and I will write you back; but until then, I pray that God blesses you.

MoogPlayer

P.S. As always this story is pure and total fiction. Oh, and don't forget to vote...Thank you.

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"Oh, my God, I love you so much" she widely smiled, tears pouring down her face, "I'm so glad to see you, but I thought you said you wouldn't be able to make it."

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't have missed this for the world," I grinned, "Besides, I wanted to surprise you."

All of a sudden, I heard a familiar male voice emanating from behind me saying, "I've already warned you once to stay away from her, and now you're gonna pay, motherfucker," and before I had the chance to turn around and defend myself, I heard a gunshot, and then after receiving a hard blow to the back of my head; as well as a loud ringing in my ears, everything began to fade into black...

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Hi, my name is Michael Lee Pennington, Mike to my friends, I stand six feet, four inches tall; and I weigh a solid two hundred and fifty pounds, with dark brown hair, and sky blue eyes. I'm fifty-one years old now, but what you're about to read began right after my twentieth birthday, during my second year in college; but please allow me to give you a little background information before I begin, if that's alright.

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Chapter One

I was born and raised about sixty miles south of Houston, Texas in a little town that you've probably never heard of so, I won't even mention it. My father, John Pennington, was a U.S. Navy fighter pilot, who, at the beginning of this story, had just retired from the Navy two years prior, and was working as a pilot for American Airlines.

My mother, Elaine, commuted back and forth from Clear Lake, Texas where she worked for NASA. She wasn't an astronaut, mind you, but she did work with the engineers who designed and built what later became the Space Shuttle.

Me, I went to college at the University of Houston, majoring in Music, piano and voice to be exact, with a strong English minor. I didn't have dreams of being famous, or anything like that. But I did, however, want to either play music professionally, or teach music to children, specifically piano. But, if those two particular aspirations were never realized, then I wanted to write books, hence the reason I minored in English.

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I was an average kid in school, had some friends that I always hung out with, and because of the study habits that were instilled in me by my parents when I was a child, I never made anything but straight "A's" all throughout my whole time in school, college included.

The first time I got laid was during my sophomore year of high school, which ended in emotional disaster for me; but by the time I reached college, I had a working knowledge of the female anatomy. I also played in a rock and roll band while I was in high school, which gave me many opportunities to meet more than several different girls during those years.

However, I never really had what you could call a steady girlfriend, but still, by the time I reached the U of H campus, I knew how to act around girls and never once ended up looking like an idiot around the girls there, thank God...whew, lol.

I have an older sister; her name is Nikki, and she was eight years old when I was born. But unlike my friends' older sisters, Nikki was very sweet, as well as very gentle and kind to me when I was a little boy. And right after she graduated from high school; she married my brother, Tommy Wells. 

Tommy did three tours in Vietnam, nineteen sixty-seven, nineteen sixty-eight and nineteen sixty-nine. However, because I was born in nineteen sixty, Tommy was the big brother I never had; and when he came home in March of sixty-nine, I turned nine years old a little over a month later. 

Tommy was a Green Beret; and he taught me not only how to hunt and fish, but how to basically live off the land and survive, so to speak. He also taught me how to defend myself, and I became extremely good at it. I still remember him telling me that it would come in handy when I got to high school, because of the fact that the upperclassmen, as well as the asshole jocks, always liked to pick on the underclassmen. 

He told me that all bullies were dickless dumb asses, and that if I got picked on; make sure that I had an equalizer, like a big stick, or a baseball bat, especially if they were either bigger than me, or if there were more than one of them. But because of what he taught me, I never had the need to use any one of the afore mentioned items. To this day, I still hate bullies, and make it a point to put my foot in their asses whenever I see one picking on someone smaller and/or weaker.

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Mom put me behind a piano when I was five years old, and because Tommy, who was four years older than my sister, Nikki, had been playing guitar for longer than I'd been alive, he and I used to play music together for fun. He not only taught me how to play guitar as a second instrument, but he also taught me a lot of really great songs when I was a kid, and it just so happened that his mother was the lady who taught me to play the piano, which is how he and Nikki met.

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As I got older and became really good on the piano, my father introduced me to electronic musical instruments. He bought for me, during the summer between my seventh and eighth grade years in junior high school, my first synthesizers; a Moog 55 Modular Synthesizer, the same synthesizers that Keith Emerson, of "Emerson, Lake, and Palmer" plays, a Mellotron, and a Mini Moog, D-Model, which is the same synthesizer that Rick Wakeman of "Yes" plays.

To say that I was thrilled would've been an understatement so; out of the deepest respect for my father for purchasing these instruments for me to begin with, I immediately started trying to learn everything there was to know about these instruments so as to be able to master them in the shortest amount of time possible. Plus, it was also out of sheer excitement, too, that I took to them as quickly as I did.

My brother, Tommy, who was also an electronics genius who understood these new electronic musical instruments, was there to help me in every way possible. He taught me how to use the patch cables, going from one module to the next appropriate module in order create sounds from scratch.

In what seemed like hardly any time at all, three and a half months actually, I was playing my synthesizers like I'd been doing it for a hell of a lot longer than I actually had. And during the summer after eighth grade, I discovered that I was just as good a keyboard player as I was a piano player. Man, what a rush...lol. 

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At the beginning of my ninth grade, or freshman year in high school, and I'd been playing piano for almost ten years by this time, I was asked by my high school band director, Mr. David Shepard, to play with a group of people whom he called, "The Jazz Ensemble". 

The Jazz Ensemble consisted of people whom Mr. Shepard considered to be "the cream of the crop" which was basically the best musicians in the whole school. I was only a freshman then, and I most certainly didn't realize that I was going to catch hell from an upperclassman, a dickhead bully named Marcus Cole, for "stealing his spot", according to him.

He'd been playing in The Jazz Ensemble for the past three years, and got kicked out of band at the end of his junior year for smuggling marijuana and alcohol aboard one of the band busses on the way home from doing a show out of town.

The really bad thing about the whole ordeal was that he thought he'd gotten away with it, because not only was it the last show of the year for The Jazz Ensemble, but classes were dismissed for the summer a week later, and therefore, he didn't know it.

However, because Mr. Shepard is such a smart guy, nothing ever got past him, that's why Marcus Cole got caught, because he was doing something stupid. I found out near the end of my first year of playing with The Jazz Ensemble though, that nobody liked his idiot ass to begin with because of the fact that he was a bully so; I tend to think that he deserved exactly what he got. 

The first day of Jazz Ensemble class after he'd been unknowingly replaced by me, Marcus Cole walked into the band hall before Mr. Shepard had arrived, and then went over to where I was seated at the piano, and venomously growled, "Get the fuck outta my spot, asshole"

"I hate to be the one to tell you this," I laughed, "But this isn't your spot anymore so; take a hike."

"I'm not going to tell you again, punk," he spat, looking more and more like the idiot that, to this very day, he still is, "Move your ass, NOW!"

"Or what," I continued laughing, "What're you going to do about it?"

"This," he growled, taking a swing at me and then missing me, as I ducked, and then stood up, taking a defensive stance.

"I'm giving you fair warning right now," I told him, seeing Mr. Shepard walk into the band hall unseen by Cole, "If you don't leave me alone, you're going to end up being either arrested, or you're going to get carried out of here. Take your pick, Marcus."

"Fuck you, motherfucker," Cole said, trying to rush me. The moment he made his move, I simply side stepped him, and then after grabbing a handful of his greasy hair, I ran his head into the wall, bringing my knee into his face as hard as I could in the process

It was obvious that he was out cold the moment he hit the floor; and when he came to, Mr. Charley Wiloughby, our school principle, and Mr. Shepard were both there to escort the both of us to the principle's office.

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"Why do I have to be here?" I asked, once we were in Mr. Wiloughby's office, and Cole was at the nurse's station, while the school nurse was trying to stop his nose from bleeding, "I was just defending myself." 

"Oh, I know, Mike," Mr. Shepard laughed, "When the police get here I want you to tell them what happened, so that when the school files assault charges against this idiot, they will stick this time."

"Assault charges," I replied, "But he didn't lay a hand on me."

"Maybe not, but he tried to hit you, regardless, Mike," Mr. Wiloughby laughed, "You're still a minor, and Marcus Cole is eighteen now, and an adult. Besides, I'm sick of him and all of the trouble that he's caused."

"That makes two of us," Mr. Shepard added, "I don't want to see him in the band hall anymore, and I sure don't want to see him on campus either."

"You don't have to worry about that, Mister Shepard," Mr. Wiloughby properly replied, in front of me, "He just bought himself a ticket to jail, which means that he's also going to be expelled, too."

"Don't you think that's a little bit harsh?" I asked, "I mean, it's not like he actually hit me or anything."

"We all know that," Mr. Wiloughby laughed again, "But I've got more than several students lined up that he actually has beaten and/or bullied in the time since he's been here, and they're all, each and every one, ready to testify against him."

"I'm not going to have to testify," I said, "Am I?"

"No, you won't, unless you want to," Mr. Shepard told me, "I need you here to tell the police what happened just now, and that's all. You leave the rest to me, okay, Mike?"

"If you say so," I replied, "I just don't want any more trouble with him."

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After that I did well with my music in high school, hence the reason that I got a full four year music scholarship to the University of Houston. And when I played my synthesizers with my peers while I was in college, I earned the respect of everyone there, well, everyone except for one girl. Her name was Piper Henderson and I thought she was probably the most beautiful female I'd ever seen.

She stood five feet, nine inches tall, had long golden blonde hair that fell just past her waist, with beautiful blue eyes. She weighed somewhere in the vicinity of one hundred and thirty pounds, or so, with an ass to die for. Her measurements, which I later found out were 38C-24-34, more than fit her body, but there was something about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time, something so very special that it made me shiver when I looked at her.

Piper was beautiful, no doubt, but I think something bad must've happened to her when she was younger. The reason I say this is because the very first time I ever saw her, and that wasn't until the spring semester of my sophomore year, as she'd transferred in from another college in a different part of the state, she was down right hateful and rude to me for no reason.

She was nice to everyone else in the band, everyone but me, and I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what it was that she'd thought I'd done to her. And the reason I say this is because every time she looked at me, I could literally feel the daggers being pointed at me with every glance, with contempt clearly written across her face. 

At this point in my life I was almost twenty years old; and even though I was approaching legal drinking age, I never really wanted to drink to begin with. Don't get me wrong though, I did, on occasion, have a glass of wine with my parents. And yes, I'd also smoked my fair share of weed, too, but I was never disrespectful, and/or mean to any of the people that I knew, not even once.

As a matter of fact, all of the girls I knew and/or hung out with always had a smile, a hug, or most of the time both, to give to me whenever I saw them; all of the girls except for Piper Henderson. However, after that first semester of being around her, I decided that I wasn't going to let her get away with treating me like shit for no reason any longer; and when the next semester arrived in the fall; I was bound and determined to find out what bug had crawled up her ass to make her act toward me the way she'd been acting.

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The following Monday morning at the start of my contemporary jazz band class, I was sitting behind my keyboards preparing to play along with my peers when Piper walked into the band hall. My plan was to approach her after class and confront her then. But little I did I realize that fate had other plans for me that day.

I don't mind giving credit where credit is due. Piper was a saxophone player, and a damn good one at that, but because her section was located directly across from where I sat in the band hall, she had to face me when she played. Dr. Jackson "Jack" Phillips, the head of the music department, was out of town because of a family emergency; and his teaching assistant, a post graduate named Shelly Oakes, led the class that day.

Shelly was extremely arrogant and rude to all of the underclassmen all the time, and I'd witnessed, on a few occasions, that she had a tendency to be a total bitch to some of the members of our class. As a teacher, bad mouthing a student is definitely not the proper thing to do. I'd also seen Dr. Phillips bring it to Shelly's attention on more than one occasion; but little did I realize that she would make the queen mother of all fuck-ups on this particular day?

We were going to play one of my all time favorite pieces that morning, a song by Marius "Butch" Nordal called, "Suncatchers". It is an outstanding composition in which Dr. Phillips had allowed me to add some improvisational keyboard leads to in the middle of the song where the tempo starts to pick up. 

When we began the song, I could tell that everyone was in the mood to groove. We were playing it in the same tempo that we'd played it in since day one. And for the next twenty measures, nobody missed a lick. 

Then came the time for Piper to play her lead licks, and she was doing perfectly. Then suddenly, one of the rockers on her sax which was holding a pad covering a sound hole popped completely off of her saxophone, making the sax itself squeak like a wounded rat.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE," Shelley yelled, making us all come to a sudden halt, "What the hell is wrong with your instrument, Henderson?"

"The rocker arm broke," Piper replied, clearly upset because of it, "This is a brand new saxophone, too, I don't understand how this could've happened."

"I do," Shelly sneered, thinking herself to be cute, "If you'd worry more about the proper maintenance of your instrument as opposed to how your tits look in that shirt, then you wouldn't have that damn problem, would you?"

What Shelly had just said was way out of line, and regardless of how rudely Piper had treated me in the past, I wasn't about to let Shelly, or anyone else for that matter, get away with talking to Piper, or any other student the way she'd just done. 

And standing up from behind my keyboards while everyone else the band were all snidely giggling, I looked at Shelley and sharply asked, "Just who do you think you are, talking to her like that? What you just said was totally uncalled for, not to mention way out of line, and you darned well know it."

"This is none of your business, Mister Wannabe Keyboardist," she hatefully spat, "So, if you want to keep the scholarship that you damn well don't deserve, I'd sit down and shut the fuck up if I were you, you little snot nosed shit head."

"Is that right?" I asked, and after receiving no answer, I viciously told her, "The real reason that you're picking on Piper is because everyone in this room knows that you're an ugly, disgusting excuse for a human being. Furthermore, the reason you said what you just did was because you're just jealous of Piper because she's so beautiful and you're a fat, miserable pig who's going to end up being a lonely, miserable old maid because nobody can stand you."

By this time the whole class was not only howling with laughter, but applauding me wildly, Piper included, and in doing so, Shelly looked at me and angrily replied, "I'll have you expelled, you little motherfucker."

"You're just mad because the truth hurts," I spat, "Besides, you don't have the power to have me expelled, and you and I both know it" and with that said, I turned off my gear, covered it up, and then proceeded to walk out.

"Get your ass back here, God dammit," Shelly replied, her face red with anger, "Did you hear what I said, asshole?"

"You know where you can go, you fat sow," I responded, looking her up and down like the pig she was, "But I highly doubt that hell would even have you."

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I knew that there was nothing that Shelly could do to me, because number one, she'd cussed me like a dog, and I hadn't used a single foul word in my responses back to her. Number two, on my way back to my dorm room, I had stopped by the Dean of Education's office and reported that bitch for not only using the language she'd used, but also for the things that she'd said to Piper, especially because of an incident that was neither her fault, nor did she have any control of. He told me that he would make an immediate investigation the moment that Dr. Phillips returned.

"Good," I told him, "I'll be in my dorm room until he returns."

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When I got back to my dorm, the first thing I did was to take a nice hot shower, and the reason for that was because a shower always had a calming effect on me whenever I got pissed off. Hell, it still does even to his day; and once I'd finished my shower, I went back to my room and put on some fresh clothes.

I hadn't been back from the shower for more than a few moments when I heard a knock at my door. I figured it was one of my friends so; I said, "It's open." Imagine my shock, as well as my surprise when the door opened and I saw none other than Piper Henderson standing there with tears in her eyes that were threatening to spill down her face.


But I Do



"May I please come in?" she meekly asked, "I promise to be nice."

"Why?" I tersely asked, "You hate me worse than Shelly does."

"I was wrong about you; Michael," she began to softly cry, "And I came to apologize to you."

"Come on in," I gently replied, ushering her into the room, "Have a seat on the bed while I finish getting dressed," as all I had on was a pair of blue jeans.

"I'm really sorry for the way I've been acting toward you," Piper softly sniffled, "I really am."

"Why have you been so hateful and mean to me, Piper?" I honestly but nicely asked her, "What have I ever done to you for you to treat me the way you have?"

"Marcus Cole is my cousin," she said, "And now I know that he lied to me about you."

"Let me guess?" I pointedly inquired, "You were angry with me because Marcus got himself expelled from school, and then he probably told you that it was my fault, am I right?"

"Yes," she quietly answered, nodding her head and looking at the floor, "And I'm so sorry, Michael, can you ever forgive me?"

This was the first time that I'd ever been this close to her, and to tell the truth, she was even more beautiful than I had originally thought. Her eyes automatically drew me in, making me surrender myself to her totally and fully; but even then, I was still a little peeved with her. However, because she came in peace, I tried to act accordingly. 

"There's really nothing to forgive, Piper," I smiled, "You were just taking up for your family, and even though you were lied to, I guess I can understand that."

"Marcus said that you savagely attacked him," she replied, "But after what I saw earlier, plus the way you've always acted ever since I first found out who you were, I've come to realize that there probably isn't a savage bone in your body."

"Marcus attacked me first," I plainly told her, "I was acting in self defense, Piper, I swear." 

"I believe you," she told me, "And to tell the truth, Marcus has always been the problem child of the family."

"Look, why don't we start over," I suddenly smiled, "What do you think?"

"I'd really like that," she softly replied, now staring deeply into my eyes, which made my legs turn to jelly.

"Okay then; hi," I grinned, extending my hand in friendship, "My name is Michael Pennington, and I'm a keyboard player, with a major in Piano and Voice, and a minor in English."

"Hi, Michael," she smiled, also shaking my hand while almost taking my breath away, "My name is Piper Henderson, and I'm majoring in Music, with a minor in Dance...Oh," she cutely giggled, "And I play Sax, too."

"It's nice to meet you, Piper," I gently replied, "I was going to go get something to eat. Would you care to join me?"

"Really," she wistfully asked, "You don't mind?"

"Of course not," I grinned, "Why would I?"

"You know what?" she asked, her smile lighting up the room.

"No," I replied, "What?"

Then she leaned over and quickly but lightly kissed me on the lips and said, "You're a pretty neat guy."

"I don't know about that," I chuckled, extending my hand to her, "But I know a great place that serves the best barbecue you've ever eaten. Would you allow me to buy your lunch?"

"That's very nice of you to offer," she smiled, "But you really don't have to do that ya know."

"I know," I grinned, "But I want to so; please, allow me this one favor, okay?"

"Okay," she began to smile, "Just this once then."

"Good," I smiled, reaching my hand out to her, "If you'll come with me, please," and then she took my hand and off we went.

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Chapter Two

"Wow, Michael," Piper said, as we ate, "This is really good barbecue. I never knew this place existed."

"It's good, isn't it?" I grinned, "I found this place when my high school choir did a show near here while I was a senior. So, I've been coming here ever since."

"I'm glad you shared it with me," she smiled, "Oh, and speaking of choir, when do I get to hear you sing?"

"I don't know," I replied, my face blushing, "You don't really want to hear me sing, do you?"

"I sure do," she teased, "You did get a piano and voice scholarship, didn't you?"

"Okay," I laughed, "I'll sing for you when we get back to my dorm room, okay?"

"Okay," she sweetly replied looking at me with sparkling eyes, "Besides; I've heard that you sing really well."

"Is that right?" I teased, "Well, it sounds to me like somebody lied their ass off."

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When we got back to my dorm room, Piper immediately took a seat on my bed and said, "When are you going to sing for me, Michael?"

"Right now," I grinned, picking up my guitar, "I hope you like it."

And then I began to do the intro for the song "Diary" by the group "Bread", which was a popular band during that time. I played and sang with my whole heart, and when I was finished, I heard, as well as saw, Piper sniffling, with tears pouring down her God given beautiful face.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, "I didn't mean to upset you, or make you cry."

"I'm not crying because I'm upset, Michael," she sniffled, "I'm crying because I feel so ashamed of myself for being angry with you before I found out what a wonderful guy you are."

"Please don't cry," I told her, setting my guitar down and sitting next to her on my bed, "I thought we got past all of that before we went out to eat."

Then she threw her arms around my neck and began to cry into my chest for reasons I didn't understand at the time. But, I held her anyway and let her get whatever was bothering her out of her system. 

Piper cried for another ten minutes, or so until, raising her face to look into my eyes, she leaned over and very sweetly kissed my lips, holding her own lips softly against mine with her eyes closed. And in the next few seconds, I felt her tongue tenderly snake its way into my mouth, softly dancing with my own. As we began to kiss deeper, it felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and I'll tell you now, it was the sweetest sensation I'd ever experienced at the time.

When the kiss ended, she leaned back away from me, slightly out of breath and quietly said, "If I live to be a hundred, I'll never regret kissing you just now."

"I hope not," I gently replied, "Would it be alright with you if I want to kiss you again, Piper?"

"Yes it would," she sweetly smiled, and then paused for effect, "So...what's stopping you?"

"Nothing," I grinned, and then leaned back into her, this time kissing her with our arms firmly wrapped around each other, holding onto one another as if our lives depended on it.

"Oh, my God," Piper seductively groaned, once we finished kissing again, "I've never kissed a guy that made me feel like I do right now." 

"So, what're you saying?" I stupidly asked.

"I'm saying this," she told me, laying her head on my shoulder, "I think that maybe I could fall for you, Michael."

"I wouldn't mind that at all," I smiled, "But would you care if we took things slow?"

"Oh, my God," she sweetly purred, tenderly hugging me, "Are you kidding me? Of course we can...we can take it as slow as you want to."

"Does this mean that we're dating now?" I hopefully asked.

"Only if you want it to," she carefully replied, "I don't want to push you into doing anything that you don't want to do, sweetie."

"I think you're beautiful, Piper," I suddenly blurted out, "I have since the very first time I ever saw you."

"I'm glad," Piper smiled, softly caressing my cheek with the palm of her hand, "Besides, a girl always wants her boyfriend to think she's pretty."

"I only hope that you find me just as attractive as I find you," I replied smiling, "Especially now that you're my girlfriend."

Then I remembered something very important, and in doing so, I looked at her and cautiously asked, "I sure hope that your cousin, Marcus, doesn't give you any grief about dating me."

"You leave Marcus to me," she smiled, "All I have to do is tell his father what a lying asshole that his son is, and that will take care of everything...I promise you, baby."

"Oh," I teased, placing my arms around her waist and pulling her to me, "So, it's baby now, huh?"

"And why not?" she giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck, suddenly moving to sit in my lap and kiss my cheek, "I think it's appropriate now that we're dating, don't you?"

"I guess so," I chuckled, kissing her lips, "I still can't believe it though."

"You can't believe what?" Piper suddenly asked, apprehension clearly written all over her face, "Please, Michael, tell me what you're talking about."

"I can't believe that a girl as beautiful as you are would want to date a guy like me," I dejectedly told her, "I mean, when I was younger, all of the girls who were pretty like you, well, let's just say that they always went for the jock types and not guys like me."

"And what's wrong with you?" she crossly asked, taking her hand and holding my chin so as to make me look at her, as she irately continued, "You listen to me, Mister Michael Pennington, and you listen well. Even when I was mad at you because of the lies that my cousin, Marcus, told me, I still thought that you were one of the best looking, most handsome guys that I'd ever seen; and if I ever hear you say something like that again...I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap. Do you understand me?"

By this time I was grinning from ear-to-ear, and in doing so, I simply chuckled and said, "Yes, ma'am," and then I leaned over and softly kissed her sweet lips, telling her, "Has anyone ever told you that you're even more beautiful when you're pissed off?" 

"Oh, shut up," she smiled, playfully slapping my chest, "Has anyone ever told you what an aggravating shit you can be?"

"Yes, they have," I laughed, "Just now."

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I had a creative writing class later that afternoon, but I couldn't concentrate on anything the professor said. My mind was totally filled with sweet thoughts of my beautiful Piper, as well as what the future held for us, leaving me barely being able to wait until I could hold her in my arms again.

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I knew that Piper had a dance class that night, and I probably wasn't going to get to see her until the next day. So, with that in mind I sat down at my keyboards and began to play. I wasn't planning on writing anything in particular; as a matter of fact that was the last thing on my mind. However, the moment I thought of my beautiful Piper, as well as all of the wonderful feelings that those thoughts had evoked within me, my hands began to flow over my keyboards like a raging river after a strong rain.

And once I had the melody concreted in my mind, I picked up a pencil and a notepad and then wrote the lyrics to what eventually became something more beautiful that anything I ever thought possible.

I played it through several times before I called a friend of mine, who ran the recording studio there on campus and asked him to come to my dorm room to hear something more special and beautiful than anything he'd ever seen and/or heard. Of course, needless to say, he made his way to my place post haste.

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"Holy shit, Mike," Jason Kenner said, once he'd heard my new song, "We've gotta get this on tape, man; and we gotta do it as soon as possible."

"That's why I called you," I told him, "Is the studio available tonight?"

"It sure is," he conspiratorially grinned, "How soon can you have your gear over there?"

"Fairly quick," I knowingly chuckled, "Especially if you help me move it."

"Is that all?" he laughed, "Shit, dude, consider it done then."

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Once we moved my gear and had it set up in the studio, Jason called in a drummer named Donny Stevens, and a bass player named Gary Shepard to help us record. I played all of the piano and keyboard tracks while Donny and Gary played their respective parts, and then once we had the basic tracks down, I made sure that I gave them fifty bucks a piece for their help.

"Damn, Mike," Donny laughed, "You didn't have to do this, brother."

"He's right," Gary added, "We would've done it for nothing."

"Maybe so," I grinned, "But I feel better about it because you went to all this trouble for me."

"Well, thanks then," Donny smiled, "I really appreciate it."

"Me too," Gary chuckled, "But would it be cool if we stuck around to watch you add the vocals and guitar parts, Mike?"

"Sure," I told them grinning, "It's okay with me, as long as Jason doesn't mind."

"Hey, don't look at me," Jason laughed, "I'm just an engineer, you're the producer here."

"Alright then," I smiled, plugging my electric guitar in, "Get ready to roll tape, brother."

I laid both down both electric and acoustic tracks. I used the acoustic more or less as another background instrument. However, when the lead break came, I used the 1967 Fender Stratocaster™ that by brother, Tommy, had given me as a gift before I left for college, to lay down some killer lead tracks. I also, as well as on the first take, got the main vocal laid down, too, and I was very proud

I was going to have to wait until after choir class tomorrow afternoon to lay down the background vocal tracks; because there were these three girls that were in that same class with me whose help I was definitely going to need.

Not only were all three of them very good friends of mine, but they all three, had fantastic voices, and I wanted to capture them on tape...if they were willing to help me, that is. Little did I realize what lay in wait for me when we went back into the studio that next afternoon, though? 

~~~~~~

"Hi, baby," Piper smiled, kissing me the next morning when we met for breakfast, "How was your night?"

"Lonely without you," I replied grinning, "But I still handled it."

"I know, baby, and I missed you, too," she sweetly replied hugging me, "Oh, you know that I've got dance class again tonight, right?"

"Yeah, I know," I glumly replied, trying not to make her suspicious, "Do you think you'll be able to come by my place when you're done?"

"It's funny you should mention that," she giggled, "I was going to ask you the same thing." 

"Is that a fact?" I knowingly asked, "I guess it's a good thing that my scholarship provided me with a private room then, huh?"

"It sure is," she purred, reaching across the table and taking my hand, "My dance class is over at nine o'clock tonight. Is it alright if I spend the night with you tonight, baby?"

"Why are you even asking me that?" I chuckled, making her delightfully squeal, "You know it is, don't you?"

"Of course, I do," she giggled, lightly squeezing my hand, "I just wanted to hear you say it, Michael."

"It's all settled then," I smiled, "I'll see you at my place after your last class at what, nine-thirty tonight?"

"You sure will," she purred, "But we need to finish eating for now. Don't forget, we've got to deal with Shelly Oakes' mean ass today."

"Oh, no we don't," I laughed, "Doctor Phillips will be here today, and I'm gong to lodge a formal complaint against that bitch." 

"Awww," Piper cooed, kissing my lips, "My hero."

~~~~~~

"She said what?" Dr. Phillips incredulously asked, after being informed of what Shelley Oakes had said the previous day in class.

"You heard correctly sir," I adamantly told him, the entire will class back me up, "She cussed us both like we were dogs."

"Take your seat, Mike," he calmly replied, "I'll deal with this later. In the mean time, Miss Henderson, if you'll let me have your saxophone, I can get it fixed and give you a loaner until I get it back."

"Thank you, Doctor Phillips," Piper replied, handing him her faulty saxophone, "Here you go."

And once Piper felt secure enough with her temporary instrument, we played all morning long, picking up where we left off the day before. 

And after class was finished, Dr. Phillips took me aside and said, "Thank you for the way you acted around Shelley yesterday, Mike. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, Doc," I smiled, "Just because she was being a horse's butt didn't mean that I had to act the same way."

"That's right," he laughed, shaking my hand, "That's one of many of the reasons that I gave you a scholarship to come to study here."

"Yes, sir," I said, "And I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate it."

"You're good kid, Mike," he grinned, "And I don't know how I know this, but I expect to hear of you doing great things one day."

"Thank you, Doctor Phillips," I graciously replied, "That was very nice of you to say."

~~~~~~

I had an English class after my Contemporary Jazz Band class that morning, with a Creative Writing class after that; and it wasn't until a little after noon that I got to see Piper again.

"You know," she smiled; as we ate lunch together, "I'm so looking forward to spending the night with you tonight, Michael."

"Me, too," I knowingly smiled, "I can't wait until tonight either," and after taking her hand and looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I quietly told her, "All I ask is for you to remember what I said about wanting to take things slowly, okay?"

"Don't worry, sweetie," she softly replied, "I remember what you said, and I'm not in any hurry either."

"Have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are, Piper?"

"Yes," she giggled, "But don't let that stop you from telling me again."

"I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I smiled, "And I don't ever want you to forget it either, okay?"

"Okay, baby," she purred, "And I think that you're the most handsome, not to mention the sweetest, guy that I've ever known, too."

"I've got a choir class here in a little while," I told her, "And then after that, I promised a friend of mine that I would help him out in the studio this evening while you're in dance class, but I'll be back home way before you get done."

"Alright sweetie," she smiled, preparing to go to her next class after we'd finished eating, "I'll see you tonight," and then she kissed me and walked away, with me watching her beautiful little ass until she disappeared from sight.

~~~~~~

My choir class that afternoon was one of my favorite classes, especially because of the three girls who I was going to ask to help me out with the studio project I'd started the night before. Their names were Jeannie Meyers, Patricia Jackson, and Rebekah "Becky" Rossburg. 

Jeannie and Becky were, like me, Texas All-State Choir members; and because we were all three the same age, I already knew them from competition when the three of us were in high school, separate high schools mind you, but still the same grade. However, Patricia, being from Los Angeles, California, had been under vocal instruction since she was ten years old, and had a beautiful voice in her own right.

And when I approached them about doing the background vocals on the song, and all that I'd recorded thus far, they were more than happy to help me with whatever I needed. I liked these girls immensely and was very happy and proud to be able to call them my friends.

~~~~~~

After I'd introduced the girls to Jason, I had him play what had already been recorded. And when the song was finished, all three of the girls had tears practically pouring down their faces, because they liked it so much.

"Holy cow, Mike," Jeannie sniffled, "That was the most beautiful song I've ever heard."

"It sure is," Patricia knowingly smiled, "Who's the lucky girl?"

"What girl?" I asked, in total denial, "What do you mean?" 

"Bullshit," Becky giggled, "No man writes music like that unless he's in love. Now, who is she?"

"I'm telling you," I adamantly replied, lying through my teeth, "I have no idea what you're talking about. This is just an idea that I came up with last night, I swear."

"We believe you, Mike," Patricia giggled, winking at Becky and Jeannie, "Right girls?"

"That's right," Jeannie teased, "Just tell us where you want us to come in, Mikey, and we'll make you sound great."




But I Do



Of course the three of them fell into fits of girlish laughter, but to their credit, said nothing further. And after Jason got them set up and mike'd in one of the larger vocal booths, I sang the parts for them through the control booth microphone which they heard through their headphones until they knew what I wanted.

I knew these three girls were brilliant, because after rehearsing it only once, they did it on the first take, singing it flawlessly, and just like Jeannie had said; made it sound great...Actually, it was better than great, it was perfect in my opinion.

And after they were finished, the girls hung around to watch while I added two additional keyboard tracks. Also with this having been the first time that any of them had been in a recording studio, they made me promise to give each of them a copy of the song as soon as possible.

~~~~~~

Once the girls were gone, Jason and I took the time to master the song and put it on tape, cassette tapes, to be exact, as this all took place before Compact Discs, or CD's, were not being used by the general public yet.

"So tell me, Mike," Jason asked me, once the girls were gone, "Who is this song really about?"

"I'll tell you," I grinned, "But you've got to promise me that you won't tell anyone, at least not yet anyway."

"Come on, man," he laughed, "You know me better than that by now, don't you?"

"Okay," I smiled, "I wrote this for Piper Henderson."

"Oh, wow," he wildly grinned, "She's fucking beautiful, Mike. Are you guys dating?"

"I guess so," I proudly replied, "She's coming to my dorm room tonight to spend the night with me after she gets finished with her dance class."

"Holy shit, brother," he smiled, looking at his watch, "Let me hurry up and burn you some copies of this song so that you can get the hell outta here to meet her," and then he began to do exactly that.

"She's going to love this, that's for sure," Jason said, as we were burning copies, "Have you named the song yet?"

"Yeah," I grinned, "It's called, 'I'll Never Let You Go'."

"It's fitting," Jason told me, "Like I just said, bro, she's going to absolutely love it."

"I sure hope so," I proudly smiled, "And you know what's cool about it?"

"No," he grinned, "But I know you're going to tell me so; let's hear it."

"When we first met, she hated my guts," I replied, "But that was because I went to school with her cousin, and he told her a bunch of bullshit about me."

"Aw, man, that's fucked up," Jason said, "Why the hell would he do something like that?"

And that was when I proceeded to tell him about what an asshole that Marcus Cole was; as well as the fact that I kicked his bullying ass for him, that not only got him expelled from school, but also got him arrested as well.

"It sounds to me like he was a real asshole, and that that's what he deserved," Jason said, "But what made her change her mind about you?"

And then I told him about how Shelley Oakes had verbally accosted Piper and how I took up for not only Piper, but also the rest of the class, too, and then bringing Dr. Phillips into it as well.

"Yeah, I know her," Jason laughed, "She's a fat ass bitch that can't stand herself, much less anyone else...good for you, Mike."

"Maybe," I said, "But I was getting sick of her shit, and I wasn't going to put up with her any longer."

Then Jason handed me eight cassette tapes, all of them being copies of the song.

"Thanks brother," I smiled, reaching into my wallet, "How much do I owe you for this?"

"Nothing," he grinned, "Think of it as an early wedding gift."

"A wedding gift," I chuckled, "Are you crazy?" 

"Not at all," he laughed, patting me on the shoulder, "The look on your face when you talk about Piper tells me all I need to know. Now, get the hell outta here and don't keep that pretty girl waiting on you."

"Thanks, man" I smiled, shaking his hand, and then I left the studio and quickly made my back to my dorm room.

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

I was waiting patiently when Piper arrived at my dorm room that evening; and you can only imagine the pleasant surprise I received when, after I heard her knock, I answered the door to find her still wearing her black dance leotard with a pair of light blue shorts that matched her eyes and white tennis shoes, God she looked great.

"Hi, handsome," she smiled, walking in and kissing my lips as she passed the threshold of the doorway, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," I replied, pulling her into my embrace and gently wrapping my arms around her waist, "I've got something very special for you, kind of a surprise."

"Really?" she wistfully asked, "Oh, I like surprises, Michael."

"Is that right?" I smiled, "Then you're gonna love this."

After I made sure that she was comfortably seated, I turned on my stereo and pushed the button on my tape player. The musical intro to the song I'd written for Piper came wafting through the air, and the look on her face when she heard my voice singing the lyrics, was one that I'll forever cherish. 

Tears began to fill her eyes and then fall down her beautiful cheeks as she listened to the lyrics of the song, knowing that it was clearly written for and about her. The song wasn't even halfway finished before she began to break down and weep like a newborn child. And when it finally came to an end, she stood up and firmly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Oh, my God," she wept, "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Where did you get it?"

"I didn't get it anywhere," I softly replied, still holding in my arms, "I wrote it...I wrote it just for you, Piper."

As opposed to saying anything further, all she could do was continue to cry, with her face tightly tucked into my chest and her arms still securely wrapped around my neck as she tightly pressed her body against mine. 

Once she'd calmed down and was able to talk, she leaned away from me, and after wiping her eyes and face with the handkerchief I'd given her, she smiled and then tenderly kissed my lips.

"That was so beautiful, baby," she sniffled, "I've never had anyone do something like that for me, not ever."

"There's a reason that it's beautiful," I knowingly smiled, "It's because I thought of you when I wrote it."

"I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling right now," she quietly told me, "But I think I'm falling in love with you, Michael."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I said, holding her against me. "I don't know if it's love that I'm feeling," I told her, "But I do know that I can't stand it when you're not near me."

"That'll do for now," she lightly giggled, "At least until I can make you fall in love with me."

"At this point, it won't take much," I chuckled, "That's for damn sure."

~~~~~~

Piper went into my bathroom and took a shower, because according to her, she needed one; and while she was in there, I lit some candles that my mother had stashed in my duffle bag the last time I was home. Why she packed the candles in there, I'll never know. But it was times like this that I was thankful that she did.

~~~~~~

Piper came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of cut off sweatpants that fit her beautifully round, tight ass like a second skin, with a sleeveless, University of Houston, tee shirt, that had been cut high enough to show not only her gorgeous flat, tan stomach, but also to make it obvious that she was braless beneath it.

Although my bed was barely big enough for me, Piper had no trouble whatsoever fitting right beside me as we lay in it together, talking and listening to music. I still remember the first time we laid down together as she snuggled her body against the right side of mine while laying her head on my chest. God she is so beautiful.

"So, tell me, Michael," she softly asked, "How long have you been writing music?"

"Not long," I told her, "What you heard a little while ago was the first thing I've ever written."

"Holy cow," she smiled, "You need to keep writing if you're going to come up with stuff like that."

"I don't know," I chuckled, "I've never been inspired like this before."

"Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" she asked.

"And just what would that be, my sweet?" I grinned, not having the slightest idea what she was talking about. 

"Have you never had a girlfriend, baby?" she asked me, with concern in her beautiful voice.

"No," I replied ashamed, "I hope that that's okay with you."

"Oh, Michael," she soothed, "It doesn't bother me at all, but as good looking as you are, I would've thought that the girls were standing in line to go out with you when you were in high school."

"Don't get me wrong," I laughed, "I've been with a woman before, if you know what I mean, but because I played in a rock and roll band , the girls that I knew were..."

"I think I understand," she knowingly giggled, "Girls were probably throwing themselves at you all the time, huh."

"No, not at all," I replied, "But the girls that I grew up around thought that they did, and therefore wouldn't go out with me because of it." 

"Well, their loss is my gain," she smiled, "Besides, they sound like a bunch of dumb bitches to me."

"Damn, Piper," I chuckled, "Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"

"I believe I just did," she giggled, "Why don't you give me a kiss, handsome?"

"I'd love to," I softly replied, and proceeded to do just that.

~~~~~~

After we'd been talking for a couple of hours, my stomach began to growl, and in doing so, I looked at Piper and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting a little hungry. Do you feel like going with me to get something to eat?"

"Now that you mention it, I think I could probably eat something too," she smiled, "But that means that I'll have to get dressed to go out."

"How about if I order us a pizza instead," I suggested, "That way we won't have to go anywhere, would that be alright?"

"Mmm," she smiled, "That sounds perfect to me, sweetheart."

~~~~~~

After the pizza had been delivered, I stopped by the soda machines on the way back to my dorm room and got us something to drink. Surprised wouldn't be the word I'd use when I came back to my room to find Piper lying naked beneath the sheets on my bed as she waited for me to return, I think pleasantly shocked suited the situation much better.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, "I thought that you understood that we were going to take things slowly, Piper."

"I'm not naked, see?" she giggled, quickly pulling the sheets back to show me that she was only topless, with just her panties on, as opposed to being naked, "Besides, it's getting kind of hot in here, don't you think?"

"I suppose so," I laughed, shaking my head as I set the pizza box down on my bed, "What am I going to do with you, pretty girl?"

"You can start by stripping down to your underwear and getting in here with me," she smiled, "Please, Michael, for me?"

"Aw, hell," I relented, and began removing my clothing, "But remember what I asked, okay?"

And then once I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, Piper looked at me and said, "Mmm, I knew that you'd be gorgeous."

"You're making this difficult, Piper," I told her, "I hope you know that."

"I'm not trying to, I swear," she replied, "But don't you find me attractive?"

"Of course I do," I replied, climbing into the bed beside her, "But this has nothing to do with that, sweetie. It's about me trying to be respectful to you."

"I know," she began to cry, once I was in the bed, "But I just...." and then she couldn't continue for crying, throwing her bare breasts against my chest.

"Shh, it's okay, baby," I quietly soothed, bringing my arms around her, "What's wrong, sweetheart, have I said something to upset you? I'm sorry if I have, because that's the last thing I would ever do ya know."

"I'm the one who should be apologizing to you, and I'm sorry Michael," she sniffled, regaining control of her faculties, "I guess I'm just not used to someone like you; that's all, baby."

"You lost me there," I gently replied, "What do you mean by, someone like me?"

"I'm not used to being treated the way you treat me, Michael," she began to smile, "I guess what I'm saying is, every guy I've ever known always wanted to fuck me before they got to know me, and you're the first boy that didn't."

"That's just the way I am, Piper," I plainly told her, "I'm the type of person that believes in getting into your heart long before I ever get in your panties. Now do you understand what I mean, baby?"

"I do now," she smiled, this time shedding tears of happiness, "And I love you very much, Michael."

"I know you do," I softly replied, kissing her lips, "And I care so much about you that I want to be in love with you before we make love, okay?"

"I understand now," she sweetly told me, "But I love you, and I don't care how long it takes before you fall in love with me, because I'll wait."

"Thank you," I said, softly kissing her lips, "Now, would you care for some pizza?"

"I sure would," she giggled, "But would you at least hand me my shirt first?"

"Of course," I smiled, hopping out of the bed and picking her tee shirt off of the floor, then handing it to her, "Here you go, baby."

~~~~~~

After we'd eaten our pizza, Piper and I cuddled together in my bed and soon thereafter; we were asleep. Several times during the night, I was pleasantly awakened by Piper as she would readjust her position in the bed, though never once letting go of me.

~~~~~~

When I awoke the next morning, I can't begin to tell you what it felt like to find that beautiful angel asleep in my arms. The way that the early morning light shone off of her hair, as well as the radiance of her beautiful face made my heart soar to heights that I'd never experienced before at that time in my young life. 

I watched her sleeping for another five minutes before she woke up, and after softly kissing my lips, told me, "Good morning, Michael."

"Good morning, my angel," I smiled, "How did you sleep?"

"Are you kidding me?" she lightly giggled, "I slept like a baby."

Suddenly it began to thunder outside, and with that came the rain, and after we'd both used the bathroom and relieved our bladders, Piper crawled back in the bed, and after mischievously grinning, said, "Today is Friday and I don't have any classes, do you?"

"No," I chuckled, "I don't."

"Good," she cooed, "Let's do something special today. What do you think?"

"I know," I suddenly said, "How would you like to meet my parents?

"Really," she wistfully asked, "Oh Michael, I would love that."

Then lightly patting her beautiful little butt, I smiled and told her, "Why don't you get your pretty little butt dressed while I take a shower, and then I'll call my Mom to let her know that I'm bringing home a special surprise, okay?"

"Okay, baby," she giggled, climbing out of bed and once again treating me to another spectacular view of her bikini panty clad ass.

~~~~~~

"Mom and Dad," I said, introducing my beautiful girlfriend to my parents, "This is Piper Henderson, my girlfriend. Piper, these two wonderful people are my parents, John and Elaine Pennington."

"It's very nice to meet you, Mister and Missus Pennington," Piper politely replied, "And just so you know, I think your son is a wonderful guy."

"Oh, honey," Mom sweetly replied, taking Piper into her arms, "My name is Elaine and my husbands name is John. You're an adult and I want you to feel free to call us by our names, okay pretty girl?"

"Thank you," Piper purred, my Mom's arms around her, "I will."

"Jesus, Mike," Dad laughed, "She's gorgeous, what the hell have you been doing up there at college, boy?"

"Leave him alone, John," Mom playfully scolded Dad, "I think he's got great taste...just like his father."

"Thanks, Mom," I proudly grinned, "She really is beautiful, isn't she?"

"Oh, sweetie," Mom smiled gently caressing Piper's cheek, "She looks like an angel."

"Come on, you guys," Piper giggled, her face turning bright red, "You're embarrassing me."

"Don't be embarrassed, girlie," Dad chuckled, "Mike's mother and I are happy that he brought you home to meet us."

"Come on, baby," I said, taking Piper's hand, "Let me show you where you'll be sleeping."

~~~~~~

After getting Piper settled into the guest room, I took her back down the hall and into the den, where Mom and Dad sat eagerly waiting to talk to the two of us.

"So, tell us, Piper," Mom asked, "What're you majoring in, sweetie?"

"I'm majoring in music, just like Michael," she smiled, "But my minor is dance."

"You guys ought to hear her play her sax," I excitedly told them, "She's good, damn good."

"I always liked listening to saxophone," Dad said, "It's got a really smooth sound."

"If you want to hear something good, then you really need to hear this," Piper conspiratorially grinned, handing my Mom the tape of the song I'd written and recorded earlier that week.

"Where did you get that?" I knowingly smiled, "And why did you bring it with you?"

"Because," she purred, kissing my cheek, making my face turn red this time, "I want your parents to know what a talented genius that their son is." 

Then she looked at Mom and said, "Michael wrote this just for me, and I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

"Here, John," Mom grinned, handing the tape to Dad, "Play this for us, honey."

Dad turned on the stereo and then pushed the play button after placing the tape into the player. And moments later the song began to play. I curiously watched as my parents listened to what I'd written, and all throughout the song, I saw tears running down my mother's face and she proudly smiled while listening to what I'd written for my beautiful Piper.

And when it was finished, Mom wiped her eyes with a piece of tissue; then she looked at Piper and said, "I can tell that my son loves you very much; because only a man in love would write something that beautiful for a woman."

"I know," Piper replied, "I love him very much."

Then looking me and Dad, Mom told us, "Why don't you two go find something to do for a little while?"

"Come on, son," Dad knowingly grinned, "Let's go to my office and have a cup of coffee."

And needless to say, I followed Dad, but not before leaning down and giving Piper a kiss before we left.

~~~~~~

Dad and I stopped by the kitchen on the way to his office to get some coffee, I could also tell that he wanted to talk to me, as he hadn't seen me since I left for college a few weeks prior.

~~~~~~

"So, tell me about her," Dad smiled, "Where did you guys meet?"

It was then that I told him about how she was Marcus Cole's cousin; and that she didn't like me when we first met. But after she realized what a lying asshole her cousin was, we eventually came to the point in our relationship where we now stood.

"Do you love her, Mike?

"I don't know, Dad," I told him, "I really care a lot about her though, and I can't stand being away from her for more than a day."

"So, you do love her, then," he smiled, "It's okay if you do, boy; she's a rare beauty, that one."

"I didn't say that," I chuckled, "But I fell..."

"Listen to me, son," Dad interrupted, "Girls like that only come once in a great while so; you better hang on to her, Mike, hang on with both hands."

"I'll give it some thought," I replied, "I promise."

~~~~~~

"I want to ask you something, sweetie," Mom asked Piper, "What kind of man is my son?"

"He's the kindest, most gentle guy I've ever known, Elaine," Piper proudly replied, "And I can tell that he cares for me very much."

"That much is obvious," Mom said, "But I want to ask you something else, and you can tell me that it's none of my business if you want to."

"No, we haven't had sex yet," Piper told her, "But it isn't because I don't want to. Michael told me that he wants to make sure that he's in love with me before he makes love to me."




But I Do



"There's something I need to tell you about him, that I'm sure he'll never tell you," Mom said, "And he doesn't even know that I know this, but I need to tell you none-the-less."

"Go ahead then," Piper said, "I'm all ears."

Mom got a far away look in her eyes and then began, "When he was a sophomore in high school, he had sex for the first time with a girl that was older than him. However, the girl that took his virginity, and her name was Karla Askew, also broke his heart; and I don't think he ever got over it. So, if you want to get into a relationship with him, then you need to help him find his way back."

"Oh, my God," Piper said, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, "What do I need to do, Elaine?"

"It's not going to be as hard as you think, sweetie," Mom smiled, taking Pipers hand, "If there's anyone who can bring him back, I think it's you."

"I can't begin to tell you how much I love him," Piper sniffled, "I would die for him if I had to, I swear by all that's holy I would."

"I know, baby girl," Mom soothed her, taking Piper into her arms; "I can tell that by the way that you look at him.

"What am I going to do, Elaine?" Piper softly wept, "I won't lose him, I just won't...I can't."

"You just keep on loving him like I know you do, baby," Mom softly replied, "And I promise you that he'll come around," and then she giggled and said, "And knowing Michael like I do, I have a feeling that it will be a lot sooner than you think."

"I sure hope so," Piper girlishly giggled, "God; I think he's so hot."

"How did you two meet?" Mom asked.

Piper told her the same story that I'd told Dad, and when she was finished; Mom looked at her and said, "I'm not going to hold that against you, sweetie. But there's also something else I think you should know, and I'm not sure whether or not Michael has told you this, but his sister's husband, who was a Green Beret in Vietnam, taught him how to fight."

"Oh, really," Piper said, wide eyed, "I didn't know this...Please, tell me more."

"Don't get me wrong," Mom told her, "Michael will only fight as a last resort, but be warned, if he's pushed, he's a very formidable, and unstoppable force."

"No wonder my cousin lied to me like he did," Piper laughed, "It sounds to me like Michael whipped his stupid ass for him."

"As a matter of fact," Mom said, "That's exactly what happened, but I promise you that Michael didn't start it."

"I know that now," Piper replied, "He's too sweet of a guy to start any kind of trouble; and just so you know, all of his friends at college absolutely adore him."

"That makes me feel good," Mom smiled, "It also lets me know that I raised him right."

~~~~~~ 

Chapter Four

Later that evening, Dad decided to take us all out for dinner. As opposed to eating in town, we decided instead to go to the beach to a place called "McPherson's Steak House". 

The food was really good, and that was one of the very few steak houses that I knew would cook my steak, the New York Strip, exactly the way I liked it without having to send it back. Dad had the Porterhouse while Mom and Piper opted for the top sirloins, and I had to admit, the more I was around Piper, the deeper I fell, but I guess when it boiled right down to the heart of the matter; I was still afraid of getting hurt.

Still though, somewhere deep inside me, I felt that if there was anyone who could bring my heart of out the darkness it had been in for so long, Piper was that person. She was like a bright ray of sunlight on the cloudiest of days. I also knew that I couldn't bear to ever lose her either, and that if I did, I would surely wither away and die.

"Michael, are you alright, baby?" she sweetly asked, when caught me suddenly staring at her like I was in a daze.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I smiled, "I was just thinking about something, that's all."

"That's okay," she playfully giggled, "Just as long as you were thinking about me."

~~~~~~

That night when we got home, Piper and I lay together outside in the double hammock that Dad and Mom had been sharing since I was a little boy. 

"I really like your parents," Piper smiled, snuggled up next to me with her arms around me, "They're so sweet, especially your Mom."

"My Mom loves you, I can tell," I told her, kissing her temple, "And Dad thinks you're one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen."

"You look like him ya know," Piper giggled, "That's why you're so handsome. Your dad is a good looking guy and your Mom is very pretty."

"I think so, too," I replied smiling.

"When do I get to meet your parents?" I asked her.

"My Dad died in Vietnam when I was a little girl," she sadly told me, making me hold her that much closer, "But I can't wait for you to meet my Mom. She's going to love you."

"I'm sorry about your father," I told her, "But I'm looking forward to meeting you Mom, I'll bet she's pretty like you."

"It's funny you should say that," Piper giggled, "My grandfather thinks we look like sisters as opposed to mother and daughter."

"I can't wait to meet her then," I smiled, leaning over and kissing Piper's lips.

"I love you, Michael," she breathed, "I'll always love you."

"I sure hope so," I tenderly replied, "Because I think I'd die without you."

"You can tell me that you love me, Michael," Piper sniffled, tears beginning to fill her eyes, "I know that you do...besides, I'm not Karla. I'll never ever hurt you."

How do you know about her," I asked, becoming a little pissed off, sitting up to look into he eyes.

"Your mother told me about her," Piper cried, "I didn't ask her, I swear Michael."

"She shouldn't have done that," I sternly replied, "It's none of her business." 

"It is her business," Piper wept, "She loves you...just like I do, and it's killing me because I know that deep down inside you're hurting, can't you see that?"

Suddenly it hit me like a bolt of lightning, and in doing so; I got out of the hammock and stumbled toward the back fence, with tears pouring down my face like a giant rainstorm with no end in sight. And the more I thought about what Karla had done to me, and how much it hurt, I fell to my knees and wept like a child who'd just lost its mother. I knelt there crying in the darkness for what seemed like hours, feeling like I'd had my heart ripped out by the roots; but in all actuality it had only been a few moments.

Suddenly and out of nowhere, I heard Piper's voice, as she too cried, and said, "Shh, it's okay, baby, I'm right her and I love you so much," as she put her arms around me and held my face to her chest.

For a few moments, I said nothing, simply enjoying the peace and comfort that I felt in Piper's arms knowing that it was time to let go of the past, moving forward with Piper at my side. I somehow knew that almighty God had sent her to me to not only pull me from the dark pain of my past, but to love me like no other girl would...not ever.

"I'm sorry, Piper," I sniffled, trying to regain my composure, "I didn't mean to act like such a baby."

"Don't you dare apologize for that, Michael," she openly cried, slightly pushing away from me, "Your actions just now showed me what a beautiful heart that you really do have, which is one of the reasons I fell in love with you to begin with. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, I understand," I replied, pulling her back to me and placing my arms around her waist, "I'm sorry, Piper."

"It's okay, baby," she gently said, kissing my lips, "You have nothing to be sorry about, my love."

"I care very deeply for you and I wish that I could tell you that I love, I really do," I told her, "But that's all I can give right now. Please tell me that you understand."

"I understand, Michael, I do," she smiled, "And I'll take you any way I can get you, because I love you."

I know you do," I said, "And just like the song that I wrote about you says, I'll never let you go."

We stood there for a few moments longer, until with a soft yawn, Piper smiled and said, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting sleepy, baby."

"Yeah, me, too," I chuckled, "Come on, let's get you inside so that you can go to bed."

~~~~~~

I'd been in bed for a couple of hours, when I was suddenly awaked by Piper's soft voice telling me, "Scoot over, handsome," and then I felt her getting into the bed with me.

"What're you doing?" I softly chuckled, "My parents are sleeping just down the hall."

"Then we'd better be quiet," she giggled, "I got lonesome in that room all by myself. Please don't make me leave, baby."

"Aw, hell," I grinned, relenting, "Get your pretty little butt over here next to me, but be quiet about it."

"Stop your fussing," she smiled in the dark, "I don't think your mother and father will mind one bit if all we're doing is sleeping."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to find out," I quietly chuckled, "So you'd better have your little ass out of here before morning."

"Hush up," she giggled, kissing my lips, "And don't hog all the covers."

~~~~~~

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. However, I could still smell Piper's scent all over me, putting a happy smile on my face.

~~~~~~

After I'd finished using the bathroom, I washed my hands and face and then brushed my teeth to ward off the dragon that had taken a shit in my mouth, and then made my way down the hall in a pair of pajama pants and tee shirt.

~~~~~~

I walked into the kitchen to find Mom and Piper sitting at the table, still in their night clothes; only Piper was wearing my robe with her beautiful legs flowing from beneath it.

"Good morning, sweetie," Piper smiled, standing to give me a hug, "I was just telling your Mom how much I enjoyed sleeping next to you last night."

"And before you say anything, Michael Lee, I wouldn't have known unless I got up with your father at five o'clock this morning," Mom knowingly smiled, using my middle name, which she knew I didn't like, "The airline called him in a few days early to do a turnaround to Paris."

"I'm sorry Mom," I told her, "I didn't mean to disrespect y..."

"Do you hear me complaining about it, young man?" Mom asked smiling, Piper giggling alongside her, "After all, you're grown and responsible for your own actions."

"So, you're not mad then," I grinned, acting like it was nothing, "Cool."

"Don't get me wrong either, boy," Mom glared, "I'm not giving the two of my permission to fuck like monkeys either."

"Jeez, Mom," I said, shocked at the language I heard her using, "That's embarrassing."

"Oh, hush, I'm only teasing you, baby," she giggled, "Sit down next to your pretty girlfriend and I'll get you a cup of coffee."

"Keep your seat, Mom," I smiled, leaning down and kissing her cheek, "I can get it myself."

"Thank you, baby," Mom grinned, patting me on the butt, making Piper laugh hysterically at my embarrassment, "Your Mom is getting too old anymore."

"Oh, please," I said, "You're not too old at all. You're still a very beautiful woman," and as an afterthought, I looked at her laughing and said, "Old my ass."

"I love you, my handsome son," Mom smiled, her eyes filling with happy tears, "It seems like only yesterday that you were a little boy and your sister was teaching you how to talk."

"I love you, too, Mom," I smiled, hugging her, "And you'll always be beautiful to me," and then I went to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup, and then came back to the table and sat down between Mom and Piper.

"Do you kids have any plans today?" Mom asked.

"I don't know, Elaine," Piper smiled, "You'll have to ask Michael."

"Well, son," Mom giggled, "What're you two going to do today?"

"Oh, I don't know," I knowingly smiled, "I thought about taking Piper to over to meet Nikki and Tommy today."

"Oh, yes, I like that idea," Mom grinned, "I think you should do just that, oh, and take the tape that you played for us last night. I know that they would be pleased to hear it."

"Can Piper use your bathroom to take her shower in?" I asked, "That way I can use the front bathroom while she's getting ready."

"Okay sweetie," Mom smiled, "I'll call your sister and let her know that you two are coming."

"Thanks Mom," I grinned, Piper and I rising from the table while Mom got on the phone to Nikki.

~~~~~~

While we were driving to my sister and brother's house, Piper looked at me and said, "I hope your sister likes me."

"Are you kidding me?" I smiled, not even thinking about it, "My sister is going to love you as much as I do." 

However, Piper widely smiled, and then scooting her body to sit even closer to me in the cab of my truck than she already did, she just laid her head on my shoulder with a contented smile on her face, and told me, "I love you, too, baby."

~~~~~~

"Well, I'll be damned," my sister grinned, when she opened her front door, "It's about time you came to visit us."

"Hi, Nikki," I grinned, hugging my sister, "Allow me to introduce you to Piper Henderson. Piper honey, this is my sister, Nikki Wells."

"It's nice to meet you, Nikki," Piper smiled, extending her hand, "Michael didn't tell me how pretty you were."

"Oh, sweetie," Nikki giggled, smiling and placing her arms around Piper, "Around this house we hug."

"Well hey, Mikey," Tommy grinned, as he appeared behind Nikki, "How're ya doin, buddy boy, and who is this beautiful thing you've brought with you?"

"This is my girlfriend and her name is Piper Henderson," I smiled, introducing the two of them, "Isn't she pretty?"

"She sure is," Tommy teased, "What the hell is she doing with your ass?"

"Oh, shut up," I laughed, "Piper, this is my brother, Tommy Wells."

"Hi, Tommy," Piper politely smiled, "It's nice to meet you, too."

"Well, come on in this house, you guys," Nikki delightfully giggled, "I'll put on a pot of coffee."

"Thank you, Nikki," Piper sweetly said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Isn't that sweet?" Nikki smiled, "No, pretty girl, but please come in and have a seat."

~~~~~~

Once we were seated and Nikki had served us each a cup of coffee, Tommy looked at me and asked, "So, how long are you guys down for?"

"We'll be here for one more night," I replied, "And then we're going to head back tomorrow."

"Oh, man, that's great," Tommy grinned, "Nikki and I were going to camp out on the beach tonight, and you guys should join us. It'll be a lot of fun."

"I don't know," Piper said, "I didn't bring a swimming suit, or anything like that."

"Why don't we wait and plan the camping trip for the next time they come down here, Tommy?" Nikki said, "But we can still all go out tonight, if you two want to, that is."

"She's right," I said, then looked at Piper, "Would you like to go out tonight, sweetie?"

"Yeah," Piper giggled, "That sounds like fun."

"I'm so glad to see that my little brother has such a beautiful girlfriend," Nikki said, wiping a lone tear from her face, "We were all real worried about him for a while, Piper." 

"I know," Piper replied, taking my hand and interlacing her fingers with mine, "I love him very much, and I'll never let him get hurt again."

"Mom told her about Karla," I said to Nikki and Tommy, "I was a little pissed off about it at first...but now I'm glad that she did. Piper has helped me come to terms with a lot of things that used to really bother me."

"See," Nikki teased me, "I told you that all it takes is the love of a good woman to make a man better."

"She's right, Mikey," Tommy solemnly replied, "I remember how messed up I was when I came home from Vietnam. Don't get me wrong; I still have those horrible dreams sometimes," then taking Nikki's hand and looking into her eyes, he continued, "But Nikki is always there to chase the dreams away. I love her with all my heart, and I can't imagine my life without her."

"I love you, too, Tommy," Nikki softly said, kissing Tommy's cheek, "And I always will, sweetie."

"Now I see where Michael gets that beautiful heart of his from," Piper tenderly smiled, "He had a lot of love to guide him growing up. I'm glad you made it back, Tommy; my father was killed over there in that shitty country."

Tommy stood up, taking Piper's hand, making her stand up with him. And then after placing his arms around her to give her a hug, he softly told her, "I'm so very sorry, Piper, but now that Mikey has brought you into our family, we'll always be here for you if you ever want to talk about it, okay, pretty girl?"

"He's right," Nikki softly smiled, standing up and placing her arms around both of them, "We take care of our own baby girl."

"Thank you guys, so much," Piper said, beginning to cry, "Until I met Michael, I'd always felt so alone."

"Not anymore, baby," I said, rising from my seat and taking her into my arms, "We'll always be here for you, okay my love?"

"I love you, Michael," she softly wept, "I love you with all my heart." 

"Shh," I soothed her, "And I won't last a day without you either."

"Thank you, God," I heard my sister softly cry, "Thank you for bringing her to heal my baby brother."

~~~~~~

Once we'd all settled down and were back in our seats, Piper pulled the tape of "I'll Never Let You Go" from her purse, and then handing it to Nikki, she smiled and said, "You guys need to listen to this. Michael wrote this song for me, and then went into one of the recording studios on campus and laid it down on tape for me."

"No shit?" Tommy laughed, "Plug it in, Nikki sweetie. I can't wait to hear this."

The moment Nikki put the tape into their stereo and turned it on, the beautiful music that Piper had inspired my heart to write came softly flowing from out of the speakers. And once again, the moment the song was finished not only Piper, but now Nikki had tears flowing down her cheeks. 

Tommy on the other hand, pulled me into a hug and proudly told me, "Damn, Mikey, I'm so proud of you right now that I could scream. Holy cow, little brother, that's got to be the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Have you played this for anybody else?"

"No, just my friends and family," I said, "Why do you ask?"

"I've got an idea," he knowingly smiled at Nikki, who simply grinned, "Do you have another copy of this, and if so, can I keep this?"

"I got seven more copies," I told, not knowing what he was going to do, nor did I care, because I trusted him with my life, "So, sure, you can have it."

"Great," Tommy said, and then he knowingly grinned at Nikki, and said, "What do you say?"

"I say Hell Yeah," Nikki giggled, "I'll make your plane reservation for Monday, baby."

"Would one of you like to tell me what the hell is going on?" I asked, "You two are acting awfully funny."

"I'm going to ask you to blindly trust me, Mikey," Tommy grinned, "Can you do that for me?"

"Of course," I told him, "I trust you with my life, I always have."

"Alright then," he grinned, changing the subject, "Would you and the beautiful Miss Piper like to go out dancing with your sister and I tonight?"

"Yes," Piper giggled, "You've not taken me dancing yet, Michael, please say yes."

"Sure, baby" I smiled, softly kissing her lips, "I'd do anything for you. You know that."

"I know," she purred, "And that's another reason why I love you so much."

~~~~~~

That night, Nikki and Tommy took Piper and I out near the fairgrounds where there was a nightclub called, "Nero's", which had not only a live band with a huge dance floor, but a bar that served any drink you could think of.

At this particular point in our relationship, Piper and I had experienced only love and sweetness. However, this night proved that nothing lasts forever, and that chaos could rear its ugly head at any moment. Don't get me wrong, there was nothing that happened between Piper and I, but leave it to her dumb ass cousin, Marcus Cole, to needlessly start some shit with me, and that's exactly what happened that night.




But I Do



We ate dinner with Nikki and Tommy, and then after going back to Mom and Dad's to change clothes, we came back and rode with them to Nero's. We'd not been there for thirty minutes before Marcus showed up and our table and began to verbally accost Piper.

"What do you think you're doing," he snarled, "What're you doing with this cocksucker?"

"Shut up, Marcus," Piper growled at him, "You're not only a liar and an asshole, but who I go out with is my business, and not yours."

"Who're you calling an asshole, bitch?" he spat, raising his hand to slap her.

That's when I stood up, and after placing myself between them, I viciously told him, "You touch her even once, and I promise that you'll never walk again. Now get the hell out of here and leave her alone before I give you an ass whipping that will make our little tiff in the band hall look like a birthday party."

"You're nothing, you son of a bitch," he laughed, with drawing a knife from his back pocket and opening it, "Come on, motherfucker, I'll slice you a new asshole."

"Marcus, I'm warning you now; if you put that knife away, you'll be able to walk away from here untouched," I told him, "If not, I'm going to break both of your legs, do you understand me?"

I think that common sense got the better of him, because after he closed his knife, he looked at me and growled, "You stay away from my cousin, Pennington, because if I ever see you around her again, I'm going to kill you, do you understand me, asshole."

About that time one of the club's security guys showed up at our table wanting to know what was going on. Imagine my shock when Piper stood up, and pointing at Marcus, said, "That asshole just pulled a knife on us and threatened to kill my boyfriend."

"Bullshit," Marcus spat, "She's a lying little cunt."

"Say one more word about her, asshole," I heatedly growled, "Please...give me the excuse I need to annihilate your ass, you piece of shit."

"I think everyone needs to calm down," the bouncer said, and then he looked at Marcus and said, "It's time for you to leave sir. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Take your pick."

By this time there were five other really big guys that had surrounded Marcus, leaving him no choice but to surrender. Then after making Marcus give him the knife in his back pocket, the bouncers apologized to us and ejected him from the club.

However, right before leaving our table, Marcus looked at me and said, "This ain't over with, asshole."

"Would you like to press charges, Miss?" the bouncer asked Piper.

She looked at Marcus as if he were nothing more than the trash that he was and said, "No, just get him the hell away from us."

~~~~~~

"Who the hell was that?" Tommy asked, and I proceeded to tell him the story behind everything that involved Marcus Cole up to that point, and when I was finished, Tommy looked at me and said, "You know he's going to come looking for you, don't you?"

"If does, he's a dead man," Piper coldly said, "I don't care if he is my cousin. If he even tries to touch Michael, and I'll kill him, pure and simple."

"No, you won't, because you'll go to prison," I told her, "Then what would I do without you, huh?"

"Oh really," she said, "And what is that supposed to mean, Michael?"

"What do you think it means?" I said, "It means that I love you."

"Is that right," she said, trying not to show her excitement, but failing miserably, "Tell me, why do you love me, huh, why?"

"I'm terrified about loving you, no doubt," I replied, hanging my head, "But I do!"

"It's about time, you lug," she began to cry, "It's about damn time...I love you so much."

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to tell you," I replied, a lone tear rolling down my cheek, "But the thought of anything happening to you kills me, okay?"

"Shh," she softly said, holding my face mere inches from hers, "Come and dance with me, my love."

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

We danced together, tightly holing on to one another for dear life, leaving the club around midnight. Tommy drove us back to my truck, and after saying goodnight to him and Nikki, we drove to my parent's house, Piper with her head on my shoulder the whole way there.

I think that Nikki must've phoned my mother and told her what had happened, because when we got to Mom and Dad's house, there was a note on the table from Mom, telling us that she'd gone to spend the night with my Aunt Jessie, her sister.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Piper seductively purred.

"Yes, my love," I told her, walking hand-in-hand to my bedroom, "It means that I'm going to make love to my beautiful girlfriend, and not have to worry about anyone disturbing us."

~~~~~~

The moment we got to my bedroom, Piper began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time. I can't begin to tell you, dear reader, the joy I experienced when I saw her completely naked for the first time.

Her skin was a beautiful milk color and when she removed her bra and released her beautiful breasts, they were more than a handful and teardrop shaped. She had aureole that were roughly two and a half inches in diameter, with nipples that were as big around as a pencil eraser, and jutting out about a quarter of an inch long. 

As she unsnapped her pants and pulled them down, she looked at me with pure lust written all over her beautiful face and said, "I've only been with one other guy, Michael and his little dick was barely long enough to break my hymen."

"Don't worry about it," I told her, softly kissing her lips as I too, removed my clothing, "I love you, Piper, and that's all that matters, my beauty."

I was down to my boxers and she was in her panties, and after I pulled the covers back on the bed, she removed her panties to expose golden triangle of hair that covered her mound, indicating that my Piper was definitely a true blonde.

I began at her lips, kissing my way down to her breasts, as she moaned the moment my lips touched her anywhere. The moment I reached her nipples, I took one into my mouth, feeling its rubbery texture as I rolled my tongue around it, sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh, Michael," she moaned, cradling my head with her hand, firmly pushing my head into her breast, "Oh, yes. Suck my tit, just like that, oh yes, I love you." 

After I'd given equal attention to both breasts, I slowly kissed my way down her flat and firm stomach until I reached her golden hair covered mound. By this time the fragrance of her arousal was pleasantly assaulting my olfactory senses at a rapid pace, making my seven and a half inch cock harder than I could ever recall it being.

After the very first time I tasted her beautiful pussy, I knew that I would never be able to let her go, not ever. Then I began to lick her slit, going faster at a slow pace, and before long, she had me by the hair, gently humping my face as I ate her.

"Oh God," she groaned, now grinding her pussy against my mouth. "Eat me, Michael, she said, "Oh, oh, nobody has ever done that to me before. "Yes, oh yes .Oh, OH GOD, KEEP GOING BABY, YES, OH GOD, YES, EAT MEEEE. I'M CUMMING, MICAHEL OH GOD I LOVE YOU, OOOOOHHHH, YEEESSSS, OHHH GOD YEEEEESSSS, NOOOOOW," and then she went silent, her body as rigid as steel, as she rode her orgasm out.

And when she was done, she pulled me to her, kissing me long, hard and continually. "Shit, baby," she panted, seemingly out of breath, "I've never felt anything like before in my life. Oh, I love you so very much."

"I'm glad you liked it," I told her, softly kissing her now, "And I love you with all of my heart; I swear to you that I do."

"I know you do, baby," she mischievously giggled, as she pulled my boxers off, "But now I want you to fuck me with that beautiful cock."

"Are you sure?" I asked, "We can wait if you want to."

"Hell yes, I'm sure," she smiled, "Especially since I felt it hard against my ass while slept together last night."

Then she pulled me on top of her and slowly brought the head of my cock to her wet opening. Piper wasted no time either, because the moment she felt my cock at her entrance, she thrust her hips forward, and dug her heels into my ass making my slowly push my into her until I was all the way inside of her.

"Ungh," she groaned, as my cock slid into her tight pussy, "Yes," she said slowly rotating her hips, trying to get her body accustomed to having me inside of her. "Oh, God," she smiled, "I feel so full, but it also feels so damn good, God, I love you, Michael."

"I love you, too," I replied, trying with everything I had to keep from exploding right then, "I don't have any protection, Piper, where do you want me to cum?"

"Mmm," she purred, "I want you to cum in my pussy, baby. I've been on the pill since I was fifteen to regulate my period so, I'm safe."

Once the urge to cum had passed, I began to slowly work my cock in and out of her, shivering every time I plunged into her hot little pussy.

"Yes," she softly began, as I started fucking her, "That's it, my lover, fuck me, Michael, oh yes oh God, yes, yes, oh, oh God, fuck me, baby. Oh, oh, OH, GOD, YES, FUCK ME, MICHAEL. OOOOHHHHH YESSSS FUCK ME, FUCK ME. OOOOOHHH YOU FEEL SOOO GOOOD. I'M GOING TO CUM, MICHAEL YES, OH, UNGH, UNGH; I'M CUMING NOOOWWW, YEEEESSS OOOOOHHHH GOOOODDD; OOOOHHH, NOOOWWW I'M CUUUMMIINNGGG, OOOHHH GOODDDD."

"PIPER, I LOVE YOU, BABY," I groaned, as I squirted rope after rope of hot scalding sperm deep within the recesses of her beautifully hot, tight pussy.

~~~~~~

"I love you, Michael," she began to cry; "I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

"Shh," I soothed her, my cock still inside of her, as I held her like I was never going to let her go, "I'm right here, my love, and I'm not going anywhere, not ever."

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced, baby," she sniffled, "Thank you, Michael."

"Aw, sweetie," I smiled, softly kissing her lips, "What're you thanking me for?"

"For loving me," she sniffled, "You're the first guy that's ever made me feel truly loved; and now I 'can't imagine not being with you."

"Good," I told her, "Then don't try, because like I just said, I'm never letting you go."

~~~~~~

The next morning, I was shocked when my mother awoke the both of us with a grin on her face. "Good morning, babies," she giggled, "I hope you two slept well."

"I'm sorry about this, Mom," I said, "But I thought that..."

"Don't apologize to me about anything, baby boy," she giggled at my discomfort, "You two get your little butts out of that bed and come into the kitchen and eat the breakfast that I'm making for you."

"Thanks Mom," I smiled, right as she was closing my bedroom door on her way out, "I love you."

"I know you do; baby," she sweetly replied, "And I love you, too, now get your butts up and get in here."

~~~~~~

"Your Mom is so precious," Piper tenderly smiled, kissing me, "I love you, Michael. Thank you for last night."

"I love you, too," I tenderly replied, getting out of bed, the both of us still stark naked, "And thank you for showing me how much."

"Mmm," Piper purred, rubbing my bare ass, while pushing her mound against my cock," Any time, handsome, any time."

"You better stop that," I grinned, tweaking her nipple and making her quietly squeal, "Or Mom will come back in here looking for us in a few minutes."

"Then let go of my tit, silly boy," she giggled, smacking my bare ass.

~~~~~~

"So tell me, Michael," Mom knowingly grinned, as Piper and I sat at the table that morning eating breakfast, "Am I looking at my future daughter?"

"I think so," I smiled at Piper, who, again had tears in her eyes, "If she'll have me, that is."

"Oh, Michael," Piper began to weep, "Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"If you're talking about asking you to be my wife," I happily smiled, "Then the answer is yes."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she squealed, suddenly throwing herself into my lap and kissing me repeatedly, "A thousand times, yes."

"I love you, Piper," I seriously said, holding her hand in mine and looking directly into eye so that there was no misunderstanding me, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

"Damn, boy," she delightfully giggled, "Did you not hear what I just said...yes, I can't imagine my life without you either, my love. Don't you remember me telling you that last night, silly?"

"I was just making sure," I smiled, tenderly kissing her lips, "I promise you that I'll break my back to make you happy."

"Oh, Michael, please don't do that," she teased, "You'll spoil all the fun we're going to have in the bedroom."

"Dammit, Piper," I grinned, my face turning bright red in embarrassment, as Mom howled with laughter, "My mother is sitting right there, for God's sake."

"That was a good one, baby girl," Mom giggled, placing her arms around Piper's shoulders, "You're going to have no problem fitting into this family, I can already tell."

"Please, Mom," I playfully groaned, kissing Piper's lips, "She doesn't need any help being a smart ass so; don't encourage her, please."

"I do have a question, Michael," Piper said, "When do you plan on marrying me?"

"I'd do it tomorrow," I gently told her, "But I think it might be better if we finish college first, don't you?"

"I agree, baby," she smiled, "But are you going to put a ring on my finger in the mean time?"

"It's funny you should mention that," I knowingly smiled at Mom, "Where are Granny Elizabeth's rings, Mom?"

"I'll be right back, sweetie," Mom smiled, disappearing down the hall.

~~~~~~

Oh, Michael," Piper sweetly smiled, "Are you planning on giving me your grandmother's engagement rings, sweetie?"

"Yes," I told her, "But it's my great grandmother's rings, and that's only until I can have one made for you."

"And why would you want to do that?" she asked, "I think it would be nice to wear something that has been in your family for so many years."

"Baby, you can have it anyway you want it," I replied, kissing her, "And if you want to wear my Granny Elizabeth's rings, then you can, but let's see if we need to get them resized at least, okay?"

~~~~~~

A few moments later, Mom came back from her bedroom bearing an old velvet box; and when she opened it, inside was an engagement ring that had a full one carat diamond on a platinum mount, with four one-quarter carat diamonds surrounding it, all of which was mounted on a twenty-four carat, gold band. The actual wedding band was just a simple twenty-four carat gold band.

"Oh, my God," Piper gasped, "That is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. Are you sure you want me to wear it, Michael?"

"He's not loaning it to you, baby," Mom proudly replied, pulling the rings from the box, "He's giving it to you. Here, let's see how they fit you."

And to my total shock and amazement, both rings fit Piper's left ring finger perfectly, which of course brought tears to both Mom's and Piper's eyes.

"These rings are over a hundred years old, baby," Mom sniffled, as Piper proudly wore my great grandmother's engagement ring, "And because they fit you perfectly, that let's me know that the two of you were meant to be together. Welcome to our family, Piper. I can't wait to tell Michael's father."

"I love you, Michael," Piper cried, throwing her arms around my neck, "And I promise to always love you just like I do now."

"I love you; too, my beauty," I softly replied, "And I'll love you forever."

"I can't wait to show our friends when we get back to school," Piper excitedly giggled, "They'll be so happy for us."

~~~~~~

That afternoon we rode back to Houston with Piper practically sitting in my lap, she was so close to me.

"I don't know if you know this," I said, "But Mom told me that she and Dad are going to rent either a house, or an apartment for us in the next couple of weeks, baby."

"Really" she wistfully said, "Oh, Michael, you're family has been so kind to me."

"Of course they have," I proudly grinned, "They love you almost as much as I do, and they, well, Mom and Nikki, can't wait until you're a member of our family."

"You said your Mom and Nikki," Piper worriedly replied, "What about you Dad and Tommy?"

"Relax," I laughed, "Dad and Tommy are going to do whatever Mom and Nikki tell them to do."

"I know I shouldn't laugh about that," she giggled, "But I think it's funny as hell."

"Me too," I teased, "But don't expect me to be like them after we're married, girlie."

"Oh, hush," Piper grinned, lightly pinching me on the inside of my thigh, "I'll just sick your mom or your sister on you, Mister Smart Ass."

"Oh, no," I teased her, "I'm so afraid."

"Bullshit," she giggled, "The man that I'm going to marry isn't afraid of anything."

"Oh, yes I am," I gravely replied, "I'm afraid of losing you."

"Aw, sweetie," she lovingly said, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek, "That's something that you're never going to have to worry about...I promise you, Michael."

~~~~~~

"Can I spend the night with you again tonight, baby?" Piper asked me, when we arrived back on campus, later that afternoon, "I sleep a whole lot better when I'm lying next to you, Michael."

"Come on, Piper," I chuckled, "I think that by now you know that you can stay with me for as long as you want."

"I don't know," she teased, "That might forever, baby, and then what're we going to do?"

"You're silly," I laughed, placing my arm around her waist, "But I love you anyway."

~~~~~~

When Piper and I went out to eat that evening, we ran into one of her friends named, Emily Davis, who after coming to our table to greet Piper, looked at me smiling and then back at Piper and asked, "Is this him?"

"It sure is," Piper giggled, "Isn't he handsome, Ems?"

"Are you kidding me?" Emily teased, "He's gorgeous. What I don't understand, is what he's doing with you when he could've had me."

"Don't even think about it, Emily," Piper suddenly glared, with a look on her face that I'd never seen before, "He's mine, do you understand me?"

"Jeez, Piper," Emily replied, "You know I'm only kidding, girl. Damn, chill out."

"Shit, I'm sorry," Piper quietly relented, "It's just I..."

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," Emily grinned, "I'd be that way, too, if I were you."

~~~~~~

Emily Davis stood about five feet, five inches tall and couldn't have weighed any more than a hundred and ten pounds at the very most. She had an elfin face, with short cropped dark brown hair and green eyes. I personally thought she was a cutie, and I could also tell that she and Piper were good friends from the way they acted around one another.

Emily wasn't knockout beautiful like Piper, nor did she have a body that would "make men drool". Still though, for being a small girl, I thought that she would make some lucky guy a nice girlfriend, and just because she was seemingly flat-chested and petite, didn't matter to me. She was Piper's friend and that was all that mattered to me. 

~~~~~~

"My name is Emily," she smiled at me, "And I've heard a lot about you, Michael."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Emily," I replied, "And I hope that one day I get the opportunity to get to know you better."

"Whew," Emily giggled, fanning herself and winking at Piper, who was also laughing, "He's so polite, too. Damn girl, you'd better not let this one get away."

"Oh, that's not going to happen in this lifetime," Piper proudly replied, showing Emily the engagement ring on her left finger, "We've made a permanent commitment to each other; I'm his and he's mine."

"Oh, Piper, "Emily smiled, hugging Piper as happy tears began to fill her eyes, "Congratulations, honey. I'm so happy for you two."

"Thank you," I smiled, "I love Piper with all my heart; and I would die for her if I had to."

Moments later, I saw two other girls walking up to our table, both of which I'd never met; another blonde and a red head. 




But I Don't Like Swedish Fish



Have you ever looked back at something you did and said, "Where the hell did that come from? I don't do things like that anymore!" I'm a 42 year old woman, married for 21 years to the same man, with 4 kids and a house in the suburbs. So the story I'm about to tell you came as a surprise to me too.

Valentine's Day arrived like any other day - middle of the week, kids have school, parents have work, cards at the breakfast table, and a couple of hastily wrapped gifts. BORING!!

My husband Will tried to be the loving spouse on a budget, and bought me some candy. I loved the gesture. 

"Aw Honey, I love the caramels. But I don't like Swedish fish candy. I never have, but for some odd reason you think I do."

"Dad, you are such a dope," our teenage daughter chimed in. I could see he was a little hurt, but I still laughed out loud with her.

"Here Honey, you eat the fish," I continued as I handed him the bag.

After the last of the kids had left for the school bus he turned to me and said, "Fine Dierdre, I'll eat the fish, but only if you make them taste like fish."

"Oh, are we fresh or what you lecher?" I could see where this was heading.

The bag of Swedish fish stayed on his night table for the next few weeks. More than one kid asked me if Dad was going to eat the candy. They were all volunteering to take the fish off his hands. I kept them at bay by saying, "he'll eat them when he's ready."

Will and I have a pretty hectic schedule that starts early and ends late every day. I work retail and don't have to be in until 10 in the morning. Which does get me home in time to prepare dinner. But Will works shift-work. He leaves at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon and gets home after midnight. The morning school schedule has the first kids out the door at 6:45 and the last one leaving about 8-o'clock. 

I tell you all of this so you can picture what happened. Every day I am up a full 2 hours before Mr. Bear rolls his sad carcass out of bed. So while I'm full of piss and vinegar, he sleepily arrives downstairs, scratching his balls and looking for coffee.

"Gotta go," I said. "I am not going to be late for work today!" No real reaction, just a mumble about coffee as I ran up the stairs 2 at a time. 

I went into our bathroom and immediately stripped for my shower. I pranced in front of the mirror for a few seconds and looked at myself. I ran my hands over my tummy and then around my back across my ass. "Not bad for an old married broad, who popped out 4 kids," I thought. I have a medium build with a little extra in the hips and butt. My tits are not big, but I have great nipples that stick out like little penises. And I keep my pussy nice and trim. Will says he likes it that way because he can see past the dark hair to my white flesh and pink lips. He calls it "my pretty pussy."

I decided to sit down on the toilet and give my "pretty pussy" a little maintenance trim. As I started to clip my pubes, I got that old familiar feeling down there. "It's been a while since the old man and I did the deed," I thought. And that got me thinking. Taste like fish, huh?

I jumped up and looked for the bag of Swedish fish. They were still on the night table, right where he had left them. The bag held about twenty or so of the candies and the fish where all different colors. Each one was about 2 inches long. I opened up the bag and grabbed one. The fish felt rubbery but not slimy like a real fish might. I started to rub the fish in-between my pussy lips. "Oh, that feels good. I wonder if they smell like real fish now?" So I held it up to my nose and caught that wonderful smell of sex.

But it wasn't getting slippery like a fish. Then I thought, what would happen if I slipped it in. That should get it nice and juicy, I thought. I grabbed the bag and ran back into the bathroom. I closed the door in case he showed up, although I doubted it seeing he hadn't had any coffee yet. I propped my foot up on the toilet and attempted to insert a fish. 

I slowly worked the fish in and out of my pussy. The fish and me were getting wetter by the second. But how could I feed Will all these fish if I have to flavor them one fish at a time? Then it hit me; I took my finger and pushed the fish all the way into my now opening gash. It quickly disappeared. I grabbed another fish and slid it in. Then another, then another. "Keep swimming boys, we'll be spawning soon," I laughed out loud.

As I continued to load my now bulging snatch with Swedish fish, I realized I had emptied more than 3/4 of the bag. It didn't feel like a cock, but it made me feel full. Somehow, as opposed to a nice hard dick that slides in and stretches my walls, this felt like a million little tongues all poking and prodding my insides. "This is delicious," I whispered.

I took my foot down and stood there while I adjusted to my new friends. Then I walked back and forth a few steps, and with each movement the swimming fish sent shivers through my belly. I grabbed one more fish, a nice red one, from the bag and headed for the stairs.

I plotted my course of action. Our stairs have a landing half way down, then turn before they continue to the first floor. I quietly moved myself to the first step just after the landing and sat down. I spread my legs wide open and leaned back, my elbows on the landing. I took the fish I was holding and began masturbating with it. My clit was already engorged from all the playing and fish stuffing upstairs. As I lay there frigging myself, I could feel my orgasm beginning to swell.

"Will, can you come help me? I'm having a problem with the shower." Not a word. But then I heard him put the paper down and push the kitchen chair back. He slowly and quite unenthusiastically shuffled towards the stairs. As he turned the corner he had his head down and didn't even notice me at the top of the landing.

"Hey Honey, wanna go fishin'?"

He jumped back. "Holy shit Dierdre, what the hell are you doing?" 

"Just waiting for you. I thought if I came up with a creative way to remind you that I don't like Swedish fish in my MOUTH, maybe you'd remember next time."

Slowly the sleeping bear was getting the message and turning into a wolf. His boxer shorts were getting that familiar tilt and his tongue was hanging out.

"And what would you like me to do with the fish?" He blurted.

"Eat them silllllllyyyy. Here, this one was swimming by and I caught it for you. But you know the old saying, 'give a man a fish and he eats for a day, teach a man to fish and eats for a life time.'"

All this time I was still gently rubbing my clit with the little red fish. I took the fish I was masturbating with and stuck it head first into my open vagina and left it hanging half in and half out. "Hungry baby? Want to learn a new way to fish?"

Will got the message. He slowly worked his way up the stairs as he stripped off his tee shirt and boxers. His cock was huge. You'd think he hadn't seen a pussy in years.

In the sluttiest voice I could muster up I said, "nice pole, I bet you'll catch a lot of fish with that rod."

"Especially if your snatch is the bait box," Will said. Little did he know.

I moved my hands away from my body so Will had an unobstructed view of my pussy with the fish sticking half way out. He took the fish in his teeth and slowly pulled it out. Then he began to move it up and down the length of my slit. He then sucked the fish into his mouth while he continued the same up and down motion, expect this time with his tongue. "Oh God, does that feel good," I said screamed.

I realized I had a pussy full of fish and needed a more comfortable place to continue our fishing trip. I jumped up and said, "did you like that honey? Well follow me, there is more where that came from."

I crept up the stairs step by step. As I knew he would, he started to grab at my ass by rubbing it and slapping at it. Old habits die hard. Little did he know what a sensational effect that was having on me because the fish inside my aching hole were jumping around like Mexican jumping beans.

"Stay there until I call you," I said. Then I climbed on top of the bed and stacked some pillows against the headboard. I sat upright and got comfortable with my back almost straight, my knees pulled up and my feet planted wide apart. What a view that must have been.

"Okay, come closer. But don't touch until I say so." One of the things I love is when Will sucks my breasts and bites my nipples. I get instantly wet whenever he does this. I was determined to make this an experience for both of us. I had him sit directly opposite me. I reached down to my pussy and hooked a finger into my already slick hole. I felt a fish and slowly pulled it out. Will sat there with his mouth wide open and his cock fully erect.

As I balanced the slimmy slippery fish across the nipple of my right tit I said, "Okay big boy, eat your fish."

Without a word Will moved forward and took the fish from my heaving breast with his teeth. He bit me ever so slightly and I tingled. "Uhmmmmm, did you like that? So did I," I said. 

But before he could answer, I raised my finger to my lips to quiet him. Then I lowered my hand to my pussy, plunged in again, and fished out another fish. I placed this fish on my left nipple. Will is a fast learner and was immediately on my tit once I removed my hand. He again took the fish in his mouth, gave my nipple a nip, and ate the fish.

"I can tell you one thing, these fish are the fishiest fish I've ever eaten," he said with a filthy smile.

"So do you like Swedish fish any more now then you did two weeks ago?"

"Absolutely. And your homemade fish broth that they've been swimming in makes all the difference in the world."

"Well how about some more?" I said as I pushed him back.

"How many you got in there?" he said.

"I don't know. I didn't count, but I can safely say there are more still in there, than have come out so far."

"Holy shit"

I turned the slut-voice back on. "Now lover, YOU KNOW and I KNOW what we usually do around here with willing tits, right? So you don't have to be so dainty." I like it anywhere from a little rough to just short of permanent damage. 

I reached into my pussy and hooked another fish. I placed it on my right nipple and Will moved in for the kill. He took the fish and my nipple into his mouth at the same time and began to chew. The fire was immediate. The more he bit the hotter I got. He literally chewed the fish and my tittie at the same time. But the combination of the sharp bites and soothing fluid from the dissolving fish was lighting a fire down below.

Before he finished, I reached down to my crotch and hooked another one. As he swallowed the fish he was working on, he gave one last chomp on my battered nipple and moved back. I quickly laid the next fish on my left tit, closed my eyes, leaned back, and waited for the assault. My man did not disappoint.

"Ahhh, grrrrr, fuckkkkkkking shittttttt," I moaned. When he heard this he slowed down. "Don't you fucking stop!," I yelled. Will picked up the pace and I screamed with delight.

He chewed for at least a minute before he came up for air. I was cross-eyed and panting. My face was hot with sweat. "Oh, my fucking word! Do you have any idea how close I was to coming? That was amazing."

Will sat back again, but I noticed a definite change in his eyes. They told me that all curiosity was gone and that lust was now the order of the day. I realized then that I was going to lose control.

I hooked another fish and laid it on my now extremely raw right nipple. My mind was screaming. "Do it Will. Take my fish, take my tit, take me.' When you've lived and loved the same person for over 21 years one thing is certain, unconditional trust. My man did not disappoint.

Will leaned forward and took my entire tit, nipple, and fish into his mouth. And there he stayed. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked. Then he took his tongue and began making the fish swim circles around my aureole. He never once let the suction he was creating break. It was so soothing and erotic at the same time. 

Eventually I realized the fish had dissolved. As he removed his mouth there was a thick slim of saliva, melted fish, and goo hanging from my breast. As he pulled away I hurriedly reached for another fish and positioned it on my left tit. Bingo! He did it again.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Baby, my pussy is on fire. Don't stop. Pleeeeease don't stop. Just T.. T.. Touch me."

Will moved his right hand ever so slowly down my belly, across my thigh and onto my burning crotch. He hadn't even gotten to my sopping wet hole yet and I was humping the air like a possessed woman. 'What was he waiting for', I thought. Just as I was nearing the point where I might have to do it myself, he took two fingers directly to my cunny and shoved them in.

"Yes, Yes, Yeeeesssssss. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Make me cum!"

I had forgotten all about the last fish and my left tit until he removed his mouth. Again there was a slick, sticky goo that coated my entire breast. Under normal circumstances I might have been pissed that he left my tits in such a disgusting state of ooze, but those fingers were WORKING!

Then he stopped. "NO! What the fuck. Not now! Finish me," I screamed.

"I'm still hungry baby. I'm still hungry for fish." Once he said that I realized I had lost control. 

He grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me down flat on my back. Then he reached behind me and took the pillows I had used for a backrest, and shoved them under my ass to prop me up. He let go of my feet and used his broad shoulders to force my thighs wide open. Will has never hurt me, but God does he thrill me sometimes.

"Okay Dierdre, now we'll see just how many fish you crammed up that pretty little pussy of yours." He proceeded to work his hands under my ass until he could fill both hands with cheek meat. Then he moved his thumbs up across my bung hole and forced each pussy lip back so he could look straight in. I was so open that if it weren't for the fish he probably could have seen clear up to my cervix.

"I think this brings a whole new meaning to the term, ol' fishin' hole doesn't Dierdre?"

"Stop with the reminiscing Baloo, and EAT ME!" I growled. 

Will proceeded to lick up and down the entire length of my opening. He went from my asshole all the up to my clit and back down. I could feel every ounce of blood in my body collecting in my genitals. My clit was so engorged it started to ache.

"Come on Will, do my clit. I wanna cum!"

"Not yet baby. I want a couple more fish," he replied.

Will made his mouth into an oval and planted it directly on my open pussy. I felt his tongue move in and begin to probe the inside walls of my very hot sex. Then he began to suck. I could feel my insides tingle as a few fish moved down my chute and across my swollen lips. Will lifted his face so I could see him begin chewing the fish that were hanging from his teeth and the flowing love juices dripping from his chin.

"Dierdre, its so hot in there, the fish are starting to melt. Look at how much this one has shrunk."

"Fine. Just hurry up and eat me." I was getting testy. I hate when I get brought all the way to the edge of an orgasm and then lose it. And especially this one, 'cause I could feel how big it was.

"Okay lover, you're turn. No more fuckin' around," he said. "Get up and sit on my face. Let me eat you until you scream."

I swung my legs over and got up to my knees. Will took my place on the bed and lay flat on his back. I climbed on top, straddled his head, and planted my throbbing sex directly on his face. Will began to perform his magic. He wasted no time and went straight for my clit. He licked it, probed it with his tongue, even bit it a few times. The fire was intense. I could feel every muscle way inside my love canal contracting and moving.

But this is a man who knows his woman. While I was lost in ecstasy, Will reached up to hold me from falling off. And he knew just where to grab me, my tits. Those same sticky, gooey, slimmy tits that were left a few minutes ago. Well guess what? The mess created a friction that I have never felt before. Instead of a silky feel, every turn and twist Will applied pulled and dragged. My nipples were on fire as he screwed them harder into my mammary flesh.

His powerful grip sent new shock waves coursing through my body and landing squarely on my clit. My head started to spin and I lost control of my body.

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Yesssssss. Yesssssssssss. Nowwwwwwwwww. I'm.. I'm.. I'm cuuummmmiiinnnggggg! Oh God, oh yes, oh fuck, oh yes!

The waves wouldn't stop, and I felt myself gush. I knew this one was big because I must have ejaculated too. I could feel the walls of my vagina contract as I pushed to release my love fluids. Everything was moving south - orgasmic waves, cum, juices, and fish.

Will was down below me slurping and moaning for his life. I really didn't care, just as long as he kept licking and sucking. I was still cumming. "Ohhhh. Grrrrrr. Breathe. Uhmmmmm. Ohhhhh! Breathe. Fuck, you're the best!" I slumped in a heap with my belly across his eyes and forehead and my creamy mess still sitting over his nose and mouth.

Will finely had enough and needed to get me up. I wasn't moving until he forced me to move. He put his strong hands around my waist and lifted me up and away from his face, plopping me on his chest. My pussy made a delightful squishing sound.

"You okay" I asked. He shook his head yes but didn't speak. He was chewing fish. There were little pieces of fish in his teeth, on his chin, and there was even a piece of fish stuck in his nose. He started to laugh.

"Hey big boy, wanna fuck?" After that orgasm he could have anything he wanted. He got up and made me get on all fours. I had a feeling he would want doggy style. It's one of his favorites.

Will got behind me as I buried my face into a pillow and stuck my ass as high in the air as possible. He slapped my ass harder than I can remember, but just once. The tingles went across my butt and straight to my pussy. He came up behind me and found my swollen hole. Needless to say there was little resistance and Will took me with one mighty plunge. I immediately saw stars when he hit bottom. But I didn't care. After what he did for me, I was his for the taking.

Will and I got a good rhythm going. His cock is a good size, about seven inches, and has serviced me well all these years. Today was no exception. But I began to feel something different. The friction was better and he was catching my G-spot like never before. I realized it must have been the many little pieces of fish still swimming around in there. I was building to another orgasm as he continued to pound me.

"Baby, go slow," I said. "You're hitting my spot and I feel another orgasm coming on." Normally I'm not good for 2 orgasms, but his cock was certainly doing it this time. "Stay with me Will. I think we can come together."

"Are you fucking shitting me? I'm ready to explode now," he growled.

But he slowed his pace and changed his angle by getting higher up on my ass and driving his cock down across my G-spot. That did it!

"Yes baby, that did it! Now, fuck me hard. Drive me. Oh baby I'mmmm gettinngggg reeaaddyyy to bloowwwww."

"Grrrr. Fuckkkkkk. Grrrrrr. Cummmminggggg nowwwww too!" Will plowed me with every ounce of his 200 lbs. He continued to grunt but never said anything else intelligible.

"Yes Will, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Harderrrr. Ohhhhh. Deep, deep. Nowwwwww. I'm cummminngggg toooooo! Oh! Oh! Oh God, oh shit, oh fuck me, nowwwwwwwww!"

As I started to come down I realized he was still back there pumping away. "Will, you still cumming Baby?"

"There's at least a gallon of cum in your sweet little pussy, Dierdre. You are un-fucking-believable."

Will's cock finally shrank and plopped out. My snatch immediately started to flow from all the action. It was a combination of my juices, his cum, and our fish. We snuggled for a few minutes as the ooze continued to flow. The bed was history.




But I Don't Like Swedish Fish



We gathered ourselves and took a long hot shower together. I tried my best to clean out the slim, but later that night I was still sticky. God did we laugh. I was also late for work that morning and everyone knew something happened because I couldn't wipe the damned smile off my face. 

My birthday is in March. I got a beautiful piece of jewelry, and you guessed it - a bag of Swedish fish.



But I Love Her



This story depicts a newlywed couple where the wife dominates and humiliates her husband. It contains themes that are inappropriate for most reasonable adults, bodily fluids and domestic discipline. Reprobates with questionable morals may be affected by this story as the author himself was found to have the presence of involuntary bodily emissions in his undergarments after writing the story.

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"Oh my GOD! Why is it so hard to understand!" My wife yelled from the bathroom. "Get your ass in here right now." I meekly obeyed not quit sure what she was upset about this time. She was a really loving women but she had a short fuse. We had been married for just six month and she seemed to be getting less tolerant of my behavior. As I entered I saw her pointing to the toilet. "Do you notice what is wrong?" she said in a demeaning tone.

"I forgot to put the seat down." I said quietly and reached to correct the problem. She slapped my hand before I could reach the seat. "AND do you even aim? Good God you peed all over the seat! Were you trying to get me to sit in your piss? Get over here and clean this up." I got a rag out from under the sink and proceeded to wipe all the places she pointed to. After gently putting down the seat (I got yelled at for being too rough with it a couple of days previously) she lead me back to our bedroom. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed she had me stand in front of her. "You've made me very cross with you and lately it seems like I'm having to remind you too often to do things you should be doing on your own. Now drop your pants and lay across my knees." 

I stood dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that she intended on giving me a spanking. Being yelled at is one thing but a spanking seemed a bit extreme. "Honey," I stammered. "I'm sorry that I haven't been doing..."

Before I could finish my sentence she grabbed my wrist and pulled me over her knees. I tried to struggle but found that she was a lot stronger that I thought. She smacked my ass hard a few times. Then dumped me on the floor at her feet. "PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN AND LAY ACROSS MY KNEES." Her voice was scary angry and I quickly complied. 

With my naked butt exposed to her she rubbed her hand over my butt before administering a barrage of swats. With each blow my butt stung more to the point that I couldn't help but to whimper. Then the worst of it started. 

"Now look at you," she said mockingly . "A grown man getting spanked by his wife." SMACK "And all because you can't seem to get the basics down." SMACK "Didn't your mother teach you about going to the bathroom?" SMACK "Didn't she teach you about putting the seat down?" SMACK SMACK "Didn't she teach you not to jerk you little dickie and splash your pee all over the place." SMACK "Even little girls know to wipe when they are done?" SMACK SMACK SMACK "Don't you think you should know how to go to the bathroom properly at your age?" SMACK

The humiliation and pain was wearing me down and I couldn't answer. SMACK "If you don't know then maybe you need some lessons. Maybe you need to be potty trained again." SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "I think that is a great idea," she said answering her own thought. 

With me still sprawled across her lap she reached between my legs and wrapped her hand round my ball sack. I started to cry. "Oh, are you scared now? She toyed with my testicals. I whimpered in reply. Her antagonistic mood ebbed and the tugging shifted from malevolent to erotic as she rocked me across her legs. Between the relief of not being spanked and the stimulation of my genitals I started to get an erection. 

She released my balls and began slowly moving her leg back and forth in such a way that I felt like I was humping her leg. By the way that she was rubbing my back and the lack of criticizing remarks I got the idea that she was wanting me to continue. It was a really awkward position but kinky as hell. I was starting to get into it and could feel the tension building.

"Don't you want to be good for me?" she asked softly. "Don't you want to make me happy?" I quietly moaned in agreement. "Don't you want to have better bathroom habits?" she voice was almost hypnotic. As she talked I became less attentive on what she was saying focusing more on my sexual gratification. "Don't you want to me to help you?" All I could think of at that point was cumming. "Oh yes!" I moaned. "Do you want me to potty train you so you don't have to get spankings?" I was so close to exploding, "Please."

Almost as if it was planned, the moment before I ejaculated she stood me up quickly in front of her. My cock bouncing and spewing cum into her lap. All pressure released and with no more stimulation at that critical moment, my orgasim was ruined. She looked at the mess in her lap then up at me. I panicked, I couldn't read the expression on her face. I stood there frozen with cum dripping from my now deflating penis. 

"Well, it looks like you just volunteered to do the laundry." She stood up and stripped off her clothes. I felt relieved and humiliated at the same time. Leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor in front of me, she walked around behind me. I bent down to pick up her clothes. SMACK "I didn't tell you to pick those up yet." Her voice was seductive, I knew she was horny now. She grabbed my hips and press herself against me from behind. The sensation of her cool naked body against my sore ass was wonderful. She began to grind her hips against my butt, "Now bend over and pick up my clothes." As I did she started thrusting against me like she was trying to fuck me from behind. I had trouble keeping my balance and had to brace myself against the bed. 

She was a strong woman and she held me in that position while she pleasured herself against me. With my ass was still sore from the spanking I just received and orgasimed ruined, I wasn't really enjoying the encounter. I felt like I was a just being used. My wife was pounding away grunting like an animal. She reached around and found my flaccid member. Tugging hard on it while she butt humped me I was in tears again. 

By her tempo and force I knew she was close to having an orgasim herself. "Do you need to pee now?" She demanded in a guttural voice. "Do you need me to take you..." her panting and raw desire made it hard for her to finish her sentence. The thrusting was nearly knocking me over. "I asked you a question!" she finally shouted.

Outside the pain and humiliation that I was currently in I had no feelings whatsoever. "No. I don't need to go to the bathroom." SMACK "Then why the hell are you peeing on my clothes and the floor!" She clamped down hard on my penis and I realize that she was right, I had been peeing without knowing it. With one last hard thrust she stopped but didn't let go of my dick. 

Dragging me by my penis she lead me to the bathroom. I kept my eyes on the floor trying hard not to look at my abused member, my wife or my reflection in the mirror. She shoved me down so that I was sitting on the toilet before letting go of my dick. A stream of piss exploded from my cock and quickly diminished to a trickle. 

I looked up to see my wife rubbing her clit trying to keep her sexual momentum. "All done?" she asked distracted by her own pleasure. I nodded. "Then take some toilet paper and wipe yourself off so you don't drip once you stand up." I did as she instructed and got up. Still diddling herself she asked, "And what do we do next?"

Confused I looked around trying to remember what else needed to be done. The seat was still down. I didn't pee anywhere because I was sitting. It wasn't until I saw the savage sexual look in her eyes that I understood. I sank to my knees and with her pressed up against the bathroom wall I brought her to orgasim orally. 

Finally accomplishing my task she leaned down and whispered "You have a mess in there to clean up." She kissed me the cheek to avoid her juices left on my face and stepped over me to leave the bathroom. Slowly I got up feeling used and humiliated. As I gathered up her clothes and cleaned up my pee I had to reminded myself, "But I love her."