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Coming Clean

By: Otzchiim



Lucy Selfridge moved out of the house that her parents lived in as soon as she could afford to rent an apartment. She got along with her father all right, and she got along with her mother except on one subject, but that one was enough to make her want to move out: sex.

Not that Lucy was really doing anything, or anyway anything much. She was a virgin, although she had gotten into some serious tongue-kissing and she had let a couple of dates touch her breasts. But she was interested. She had read a lot about it from an early age, medical books and so on, and later from trashy best-sellers and some romances. She had even gotten hold of some hard-core pornography, and she liked it, except for the language.

Her mother got the idea that Lucy was sleeping with a couple of the fellows she dated -- especially one of them whom her mother didn't approve of, and whom Lucy only dated a second time because her mother didn't approve of him. He did pick her up several times after that, but that was because of double-dating.

But her mother would never come out and say that was what she thought, which was what bothered Lucy. She kept giving her printed booklets about contraception, and telling her to be sure she was careful, and acting disappointed when she came in late. 

Lucy didn't know if her mother would have felt better or worse if she had learned that Lucy went onto birth-control pills right after moving out. Again, not because she was doing anything much; the doctor gave them to her to make her periods more regular.

There was a laundromat two blocks from her apartment, and she went there regularly about every two weeks. She had seen in going by that it was crowded on Monday, so she tried to go there on Tuesdays if she could. The first time it was also fairly full, but there was room for her and her clothes. The second time only two other people were there, a middle-aged black woman and a young man reading a magazine, whom she caught glancing at the back of her tight jeans as she bent over to take laundry from the washer. This made her a bit nervous -- she was only nineteen and not that long away from home -- but then she decided that the show was free and it was all right as long as he only looked.

The second time she went he was not there. The third time he was, and he seemed a bit more interested in her loose green shirt and tan slacks than in the blue denim of last time. And he was a little more open about glancing at her, but it bothered her less. She had been out on her own for a month longer now, which may have been a lot of the reason.

The fourth and fifth trips he was not there. But on the sixth, she got there later than before, he was the only other person there (the attendant tended to only show up again at closing time), and between those two facts she decided to strike up a conversation with him. Partly for reasons we will get to later.

This time she learned his name for the first time (Joel Kubicki) and they talked about a number of things while they waited for the machines to finish. As she had hoped, he had gotten there only shortly before she had, and as he stuffed his wash into a bag, she asked if he would be willing to walk with her two blocks to her building, since it was now dark out. He agreed, but went home with his own laundry and came back rather than carry it extra distance. So she ended up waiting a minute or so for him -- and got help with the carrying. Just as she was about to go in her door he asked her for a date.

It had been a while since she went out with a man, six weeks, but she hated to think that she would take just any offer. On the other hand, she did know a little about him -- that he washed his clothes regularly, for instance -- and she should be safe in public.

She mentally flipped a coin, and said yes. 

They went to a movie and dinner a week later, and then they went places together a lot for a few months. And now they met more regularly in the laundromat (she suspected that he adjusted his schedule to hers, though she never asked) but now failed to catch up on their reading there. Somehow she saw him a lot more on the street, in the neighborhood, now, though perhaps she just noticed him where she had not earlier. They became emotionally intimate pretty quickly, and it was stronger than what she had ever known before. Being out on her own probably freed her up there.

But Lucy was brought up short on the Saturday that they spent going through a series of second-hand shops. The woman who owned one place offhandedly referred to Lucy's husband, and apologized for the error but said that the two of them seemed so natural together that they seemed married for some years.

This was getting pretty serious with Joel. While nothing permanent had happened yet, it might. She was not totally sure that she was ready to fall in love yet, she told herself -- or to go to bed! She was only 19, well, 20 in January. She had a lot of her life for such things, but then she would sort of like to have it all now too. 

She decided to ride with it. This could go several places, and she was still in control of herself. Or so she thought some of the time; But over the next few weeks she wrote three times letters to Joel telling him that she did not want to see him again -- then tore them up. And another two times she was on the point of calling him to say that she was afraid that they were moving too fast. Once she made the call, but the words were forgotten when she heard his voice. And what could she say? That she was getting to like him too much?

The physical intimacy was slower in coming, and Lucy liked that fact. Though even there they went much faster than she would have thought that she ever would. 

In June she let Joel expose her breasts to the air, unhooking her bra and pushing it up to place his lips on one nipple while he rubbed the other. This she had never done before with another man, exactly. The feel of fingers there while she sat in a car in some quiet place was familiar, but the touch of his mouth in the bright light of his living room was something different and far stronger.

A week later Joel was stretched out beside her on her couch, hungrily seeking her mouth and finding everything there that he wanted. He gently massaged her foot when he began and he had worked his way up to her calves, still gentle for all that his kissing was now passionate. 

Then his hand went all the way up her legs and into the bottom of her panties. When he touched the lips there Lucy felt a stab of pleasure but it also made her uneasy. That was the first time that anyone other than herself had touched her there. She drew away from him and would not let Joel come near her for a while.

But she didn't tell him to leave. She didn't want him to leave. She didn't know what she really did want. She wanted several contradictory things from one moment to the next.

Joel left after a while, and Lucy hid from him for two weeks, not answering the telephone at night or responding to his letters. When she did talk to him, she let him know about the ambivalence she felt and she asked him to try to understand. He seemed to.

She lay that night thinking about what she would like to do with him, if she only had the nerve.

Joel could read between the lines enough to guess at what the problem was. Lucy wanted to go to bed with him, but at the same time she did not want to. Either she had been badly burned by a man who she had an affair with or, more likely he thought, she had never gone all the way with a man and was nervous about doing so. He wanted very much to ease her into a physical relationship, and to ease her into opening her legs for him, and, if his guess was right, to ease his way into the gentle stretching and bursting of her maidenhead. Then to enter her deliciously tight cavern and spread it wide, to feel her muscles move aside for the first time and hear her gasps as she was introduced to womanhood.

For two more Fridays and Saturdays he was very polite. Each of those times he left Lucy chastely at her door again. The next time she invited him into her apartment. 

That evening ended on her couch. His hand went into her panties again and took them halfway down, and this time he took her to a wonderful climax with his fingers. And after he left... Her fingers did the same, but it was somehow not the same at all.

The following date began with his suggestion that they go to his apartment after the movie, and he would drive her home afterwards.

Should she do it this time, knowing how it might end? Or, rather, not knowing?

This was the same problem that Lucy just got finished hiding from. Joel was a gentleman, and he would never make her do anything she wouldn't want to. The question was, just what did Lucy want to do? She still didn't know.

She swallowed, but timidly agreed.

At the end, Joel shut the door and took her in his arms. He kissed her so tenderly on the lips and his tongue wormed its way into her mouth even though Lucy had very firmly decided that she was not going to let him in there again. His tongue had excited her more than she thought she could control -- and maybe that night proved that she was right, because that night his tongue got her more excited than at any time before. Lucy wanted to lose herself in the orgy of sensuality that was spreading to every pore of her body. She wanted to be naked with him and having him do incredible things to her. She wanted to do to him and with him all the things that she had ever dreamed of doing with a man.

His hands seemed to be everywhere that night, and wherever they had been to take her clothing off, they returned to touch gently and to excite her more. And then his lips and even his tongue went there also.

It seemed that in no time at all after the first gentle kiss on the lips, Lucy was standing almost naked in front of Joel, and he was even more so. Then he picked her up in his strong arms and he carried her into his bedroom and lay her down.

A voice in the back of her mind still kept telling Lucy that she shouldn't be here, that she shouldn't be doing this, that she shouldn't be letting Joel be doing these things to her, but all the rest of her mind was willing to let him continue and go much further, and her body was screaming for more. 

If he had paused then or much before then or even afterward for a while, so her mind could clear, Lucy really might have objected, but he didn't. Joel kept moving from one place to another with his hands and lips and tongue and kept her off balance, and later she was so glad he did.

Joel lay her down on his bed then lay beside her and she thought how it felt to have the hair on his chest pressed against her nipples, which were raised and sensitive because of the way that he had excited her. He kissed her lips again and he tugged gently on one nipple with his fingers. Then his lips were on the other nipple, probing and pulling and nibbling and giving her new sensations until she felt that she would burst.

Joel moved to her neck and he kissed her there, and he moved down on her body, kissing her on her collarbone, then in between her breasts, and downward an inch at a time until he reached the elastic band on her panties.

When he pulled that band wide and moved to take them off, Lucy thought again that she should object and stop him, but she knew that she did not want him to stop. She held her breath for a second when his hand returned to that region. His fingers glided over the short dark hairs and touched and caressed her until her thigh muscles relaxed and her legs slowly opened for him.

His fingers caressed her labia, pulling and spreading, and her secretions covered his fingertips. He brought her to a high state of excitement with his hand before he moved on.

It was obvious to both of them that Lucy was ready for him, and she asked Joel to make love to her now, to make her a woman. He moved over her and her legs spread wide to welcome him. He took his special part in one of his hands and he spread her lips apart with the other. The very tip of his instrument of love moved back and forth in the crease at her opening, to be lubricated by the weeping of her desire for him, before he gently began to enter.

At that moment, with her spread wide beneath him, Joel whispered: "Do you want me to go on, Lucy?"

"Yes!" she said loudly, and the answer was to more than his question.

When Joel touched the membrane that prevented his full entry, he apologized for the pain that he might cause, and Lucy told him that it would cause her far more discomfort if he did not go on. He began to smile, and before he could she pulled him to her, and the expressions on both their faces changed because of that.

There was the slightest touch of pain when he broke through her maidenhead, but a great deal of pleasure and wonder. All of her doubts and fears about what they were doing were swept away along with that bit of skin.

Every move he made from then on increased the pleasure that Lucy got from feeling him move inside her, from knowing that at last she was doing what she was designed for. He opened and reopened her tunnel of love, widening and lengthening it far beyond anything that she had thought possible.

He moved slowly, as if they had all the rest of their lives to be together could and spend it all in bed. Once he even stopped, lifting his mouth up and gazing into her eyes, with his own heavy with passion. His hips were half-withdrawn, so that only an inch of him was within her, still and tantalizing her almost beyond endurance.

"Now you are mine, Lucy," he said to her. "I have claimed you."

"Yes," she whispered, and he sank his stake into her again.

What his lips and hands did to her breasts, and his hands did to her clitoris and the outside of her labia, combining with what his special part was doing to her inside, gave her an orgasm and then another before they met at last in the third and largest one and Lucy felt the scalding flood of his semen spilling into her with a strength that brought a hoarse cry from deep in his throat.

Lucy was never happier at any time in her life than when they lay there together afterward. She wanted very much to do it all again, as soon and as often as they could.

And they did. And it was not even very long before they made it legal.

Coming Clean



It had been the week from hell. It always was right after the holidays, when everyone was trying to play catch-up and rushing around in supermode. 

Kate was exhausted. She had worked from early morning to late every night. Added to that was the nearly hour-long commute each way. And she felt she hadn't seen Michael in months, not just days. He was busy too, his office another hotbed of activity. 

This wasn't usual for them. They were a relatively new couple and still enjoyed all the cuddling, sharing and snuggling that was singular to that state. But this week, there had been no long, lingering snuggles or luxurious kisses. It had been days of barely passing each other, staggering to bed late and out of bed early. She missed him with all of her being. Kate thought longingly of spending time in his arms, hearing about his day, inhaling his scent. They had been reduced to voicemail messages and post-it notes all week. Now, thank god, it was Friday night. Finally! They had left enough messages back and forth to know that tonight was going to be special. Tonight they would reconnect in every way possible.

Of course, being Friday, the traffic was even worse than usual and Kate sat, frustrated, behind a long line of equally frustrated drivers. She picked up her cell, dialed Michael and waited anxiously. "Please don't let it be voice mail, please, let it be...." and then, her own sweet Michael said, "Hello!".

Kate settled back in her seat, taking a deep breath and relaxing for the first time in many long days. It was so good just to bask in his voice and hear the love there.

"I'm stuck in traffic, Baby. How is your day? Where are you? Will you be home soon?" all tumbled from her almost immediately. Kate could hear the smile in his voice as he replied.

"I left a while ago and went by the store and got us some dinner. Also found a 'respectable' wine to share with you. Be careful but hurry home, Darling. We have lots of catching up to do!" he said.

Almost miraculously, the traffic jam untangled and Kate was able to make good time driving home. Home! God, she loved the sound of that. She and Michael had hunted for the apartment together, searching for weeks before finding exactly everything they wanted. As they moved in, it was another miracle that all their stuff seemed to blend perfectly, no hideous chairs or ugly lamps to fight over. In fact, they just didn't fight. Right from the beginning, they seemed to be perfect for each other. They started out as good friends and became good lovers. They matched wonderfully.

Now her heart began to strum at the thought of being with him tonight. It seemed so long since they could just relax and enjoy each other and now they had two whole days to become re-acquainted.

She parked in the garage and took the elevator to their apartment. Michael must have been listening for her, because he opened the door as she approached. Her breath caught, as it had the first time she realized that she loved him. Michael was everything she wanted in a partner. He was intelligent, but charmingly so, never making her feel dumb or uninformed. He was clever and witty, yet incredibly careful to not hurt others. He was so cute that her heart hurt to look at him sometimes, yet he seemed innocently unaware of his attractiveness. And he loved her! Everyday, she was thankful for Michael and the fantastic difference he had made in her life. Now, he stood in the doorway, smiling at her and holding open his arms. She walked into them, feeling safe and secure... and home.

They went into the apartment, closing out the world. The table was set with the good china, wine glasses and the beautiful crystal candlesticks they had received for Christmas. Andrea Boccelli's seductive voice filled the air, along with the scent of vanilla candles. He had dimmed the lights, creating a sensual atmosphere, a warm nest for just the two of them. 

Michael emptied her arms and took her hand, pulling her close for a very slow, sensuous dance. She felt herself melting against him, into him. Michael was very tall and well-built. She liked the way she felt so small next to him, so completely encased by him. As the song ended, he twirled her into the dining room, helping her into the chair. Then he served her a meal that was excellent, with the wine he had selected just for her. It felt good to linger over dinner, talking and sharing their week, holding hands and locking eyes. They sat there for some time, just enjoying each other. Then, Kate stood, offering to clean up. They carried the dishes to the kitchen and Kate filled the sink with warm, sudsy water. Michael walked up behind her, pressing against her, lifting her hair off her neck and giving her lingering kisses there. God, she loved that. She stood very still as his lips traveled all along her sensitive flesh, nipping and kissing and sending tingles of delight through her Michael-starved body. She pressed back against him, feeling his cock throbbing against her ass. His hands circled her, slipping under her shirt and cupping her breasts. He rubbed her nipples, separated from him by her lacy bra, his thumb making her tighten and engorge. He pinched the nubbins slightly, causing Kate to moan aloud. His mouth continued to move on her neck, and Kate forgot entirely about the sinkful of dirty dishes.

"Kate," he whispered.

"Yes, darling?" she replied.

"I'm going to shower. I will meet you in the bedroom soon," Michael said softly. And he was gone. 

Kate stood there in shock, feeling the loss of his bulk and heat. She thought he would seduce her right now, right here. She was so ready. It had been a week since they had made love and she missed that too.

Mindlessly, she finished cleaning the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, putting away the pretty candlesticks. She turned off the lights and stopped the CD, checking the locks one more time. Then she slowly walked down the hall toward the sound of the rushing shower.

At the partially-opened bathroom door, she paused. The room was full of steam and, from the doorway, she could see the shower reflected in the mirror. Well, part of the shower, just the lower half, because the top half of the mirror was covered with fog. She could see Michael through the clear shower door and watch his hands as he lathered his lower body. She could also see his magnificent erection, the one she wanted so badly. She leaned against the doorjamb, suddenly weak with desire.

Michael continued, unaware of his audience. He ran his soapy hands over his tummy, his cock and balls and down his legs. But he always returned to his cock. His hard cock, standing straight away from his body, throbbing with need. He carefully moved his hand up and down the erect shaft, sliding his palm over the head, circling it briefly. His other hand was cupping his balls, massaging them lightly and thoroughly. Kate thought it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. She began to grow moist and swollen, aching between her legs. She couldn't stop watching, couldn't open the door and enter the bathroom. She was mesmerized by the sight of her lover touching himself. His long fingers moved with skill and knowledge along his length, slowly massaging his beautiful cock. He stopped long enough to rinse the soap, then turned off the water and stepped from the shower. Reaching for a towel, he dried himself. First his hair, then his chest, arms and legs. He slowed his movements then, running the soft terry cloth over his distended dick, his eyes closing at the pleasure.

Kate remained immobile. She licked her lips and enjoyed the vision of Michael, her Michael, touching and tantalizing himself. Suddenly, she couldn't wait. She felt her hand sliding to her waistband, then under it, her fingers seeking the very wet pussy she knew was waiting. It seemed too difficult to reach and she quickly pushed her clothing off and kicked it away. Now she stood there, in just a lacy bra and shirt, her fingers finding and pushing deeply into her wetness. Still she watched Michael. 

He was looking into the mirror, his eyes on the engorged cock bobbing there. His fingers traced along his chest, following the small trail of brown hair that led directly to his groin. Again, his long fingers reached his cock and gently caressed it, moving the skin of the shaft up and down, while drops of precome gathered on the tip, then dripped to his moving fist. Kate stared, fascinated and excited, wanting him yet wanting to see what would happen. Her own little fingers had found her clit and begun to circle it in the manner she needed. She moved her fingers faster, around and around, her clit distended and throbbing. Then she slipped into her pinkness, feeling the slippery dampness that had gathered there. In and out, up and down, she couldn't move her fingers fast enough or deep enough. She needed more.

When she re-focused on Michael, her eyes met his in the mirror and he smiled. Now, he turned to her, openly sliding his hand up and down his erect cock, his eyes moving down to her busy hand, her wet pussy.

"I was hoping you would meet me here, baby. I was waiting for you," he said.

Kate couldn't speak. She needed him too much, too immediately to spend time talking. She rushed forward, wanton and needy and so ready for him. She pushed him down on the toilet seat and straddled him, with his cock pressed against her curlies, her body flush with his. He grabbed her right hand and sucked the still-wet fingers into his mouth, his eyes closing with pleasure at her taste. When he released her hand, she moved her mouth to his, kissing him with all the urgency that she felt, tasting herself on his lips. Her tongue thrust into him, taunting him, daring him to respond. Their mouths moved hungrily together, her fingers deep in his hair, holding him tightly. Finally, she began to relax. She took the time to enjoy the kisses, to tease and play, to nip and nibble. Her mouth moved to his eyes, his nose, his lower lip. She fluttered her lashes on his cheeks, she traced his lips with her tongue. All the while, she remained in tight contact with him, felt his hands moving under her shirt, up and down her spine. He cupped her bare ass and pulled her even closer, until his cock was trapped between them, and the heat burned her flesh. He pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her dressed only in the white lacy bra, her nipples taut against the rough fabric. Pulling away from her kiss, he bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, wetting her through the fabric. Kate leaned back, arched to meet him, sighing and moaning, begging for more. 

Michael nuzzled and suckled her nipples, enjoying her strong reactions. Burying his face between her breasts, he moved his hands once again to her hips. This time, he lifted her until his cock was under her, and then he settled her, impaling her on his massive erection. She accomodated him immediately, happily feeling him plunge deeply into her needy pussy. She remained still for a moment, just loving the feel of him, then began to move against him. 

She loved this, looking into his face, into his eyes, as they made love. It seemed she could see all the emotions he felt by watching his eyes. His hands were strong and hot on her, holding her close. She could feel his heart pounding on her chest, inhale his very breath as they moved together. His cock was home, deep inside her, filling her and even hurting just a little. It was a good hurt, one she relished for hours afterward. 

It had been too long for either of them to wait. As she moved against him, she could feel his cock rubbing up and down on her sensitive clit and knew she was going to come soon. He felt her thighs tighten, felt her body stiffen and continued to thrust into her until he felt the first spasms begin. He watched from mere inches away as she went to that other world of pleasure, one that held her enthralled for long seconds of delight. He continued talking to her, knowing she could hear his voice as she trembled with completion. 

Michael knew when Kate became aware of him again. He could see the transition in her eyes, the desire to please him suddenly uppermost in her mind. She held his cock with her spasming muscles, milking and squeezing him, making love to him without ever moving. Now her mouth lazily moved to his, loving him, teasing him. Her very hot hands moved up and down his back, making soft patterns, occasionally scratching him lightly. God, she had the tightest little pussy he had ever felt. He was completely sheathed in her moist heat. Without moving, she increased the pressure on his cock, and he knew he couldn't last any longer. 

kate sensed the impending orgasm, heard the growl begin in his chest, and felt his cock swell inside her. When Michael finally erupted, she clung to him and enjoyed the spasms against her silky pinkness.

He seemed to come forever, pouring himself into her, filling her. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked into hers. He kissed her softly, held her close. Then he stood, lifting her with him, not wanting to break the connection. He carried her to their bed, settling with her into the soft cocoon they shared. 

They talked for hours, reconnecting. Their bodies automatically moved into the snuggle positions, wrapped around each other, Kate's body intricately woven with Michael's.

They had survived the week. 

THE END.....



Coming Clean



Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, feedback and comments on my previous submittals. As always, I appreciate hearing from you. 

 Sometimes an individual's sexual awakening can occur in the most mundane of places and at a most unexpected time. Moreover, like the person in this next story, it is not entirely welcomed at first. Read on and enjoy.

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"Hey red, got four quarters for a dollar?"

Melodie Taylor looked up quickly from her book of poetry at the sound of the loud contralto voice. Startled, she thought she would be alone here in the Westside Laundromat. It was after eleven PM and she didn't like being off campus this late, but it was necessary. Studying for her finals had put her way behind in her washing and her sorority sisters in Gamma House were using all the machines in their basement.

Melodie smiled at the salutation. People often made comments about her long red hair, the shimmering tresses cascading down her back to her gently rounded ass. She had tied it off in a long ponytail for her excursion to the Laundromat this evening and she wore no makeup. However, with her rosy skin, green eyes, firm up tilted breasts and shapely legs, she was still beautiful.

Looking down the row of washing machines, she saw two women standing together, holding a large bag of laundry between them. One was tall with short blonde hair pulled up in spikes, her large breasts barely confined in a leather vest and tube top. Her angular face, darting blue eyes, heavily penciled eyebrows and thin lips gave her a sinister appearance. Her short leather skirt barely covered her flared hips and her long, muscled legs were bare. The silver chains on her black motorcycle boots twinkled under the fluorescent lights as she shifted her weight, waiting for an answer to her question. 

Her companion was dressed in a similar manner, but she was shorter with shoulder length brown hair, her slim figure seeming almost waif-like next to her full figured companion. She had an amused, almost cynical look on her face, as if she had seen most of what life had to offer and wasn't pleased with it. Her large brown eyes, full lips and tanned skin conveyed a certain rugged beauty, but the feral look in those brown eyes made Melodie uncomfortable.

"I, I have some change," Melodie answered politely. These women seemed a little scary, so she thought she had better be nice to them. Maybe they would just do their washing and leave her alone. The tall woman came striding over, while her companion began sorting their laundry.

"Hi there," the blonde said heartily, offering a crumpled dollar bill to Melodie.

"I'm Kat," she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, "And that's Kitten. Thanks for the change," she said taking the quarters, "What's your name, darlin'?"

"Melodie," she replied shyly, intimidated by the tall woman, "Pleased to meet you, Kat." She waved at the brunette, "Hi Kitten." Kitten grinned at her and winked.

"Kitten and me, we've been on the hogs all day," Kat said in a lower tone of voice. "We ran by the house, grabbed up our undies and decided to have us a wash. I guess we need to jump in there with the clothes, 'cause I know we stink. Kitten likes to take baths, but a shower is good enough for me. What'cha readin' there, darlin'?"

Melodie looked over and saw Kitten loading the washer, whistling softly and seemingly ignoring them. It appeared that Kat felt like talking, so she held out the book for her to examine.

"Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning," she replied. She saw the quizzical look on Kat's face, "It's poetry," she continued, "Do you like poetry?"

Kat's barking laugh startled Melodie. She flinched and stepped back against the humming washer. "No poetry for this girl, darlin'," Kat replied. "Cycle mags and repair manuals are my limit. Too much readin's bad for the eyes."

"Oh, but her poetry is so beautiful," Melodie said. "How do I love thee. Let me count the ways. Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers. I just love it."

Kitten started their washer and walked up behind Kat. She put her arms around her companions' waist and hugged her tightly. "Someone mention lovin'?" she said playfully, her voice low and husky. "That's this lady's middle name, she does it sooo good."

Melodie flinched again. Are these women Gay? She wondered. She knew several of her sorority sisters had experimented with Lesbian sex and some had even become lovers. She had been cautiously interested, but her shy and reserved nature kept her from actively seeking a female sex partner. Besides, she thought, my family wouldn't understand and after all, it is just wrong.

"So, where are you from, darlin'?" Kat asked Melodie, plucking at her Gamma Delta Phi t-shirt. "Are you one of the girls from the college, one of those students?"

"Yes, I'm a Senior. I'm majoring in English with a minor in History," Melodie replied, her attention focused on Kat. 

Stealthily, Kitten left her place behind Kat and moved to Melodie's other side, placing her between them. She slid closer to Melodie, a provocative smile on her tanned face. The mingled aromas of sweat and wet leather emanating from the women were arousing Melodie, making her pussy wet. Her mouth became dry and her breathing shallow.

"You have beautiful hair," Kitten murmured, lifting a handful of Melodie's red tresses to her nose and taking a deep sniff. "Strawberries, Kat," she said throatily. "She smells like strawberries. She's sooo pretty, ain't she Kat?"

"She's a little doll," Kat replied, edging closer to Melodie, trapping her between their bodies. She began to trail her fingers along Melodie's bare arm, smiling as she saw her nipples poke up under the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

Melodie stiffened as Kitten began to caress her other arm, her warm breath drifting against her ear. She began to panic as Kat took her hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing her palm gently. "What, what are you doing," she said, her voice rising. "I don't like this at all. I don't know you. Stop it right this minute, I mean it."

Both women ignored her, continuing to caress and stroke her arms and shoulders. Melodie squealed in surprise as Kitten began licking her ear and Kat cupped her breast, her thumb rubbing the stiff nipple through the thin fabric. All of Melodie's bras and panties were in the washer and she was naked under her t-shirt and terry cloth lounging shorts. She suddenly felt cornered and vulnerable. What are they doing, she thought, We're in a public place, are they crazy?

"No, please, I don't want to do this," Melodie said, her voice shaking. "Some one will see us. Please, just leave me alone, this isn't right" 

"Let's go somewhere private, then," Kat laughed, taking Melodie by one arm while Kitten took the other. Both women were strong and they pulled Melodie towards the rear of the Laundromat. Melodie struggled and pleaded to no avail as they entered a secluded room containing long tables for folding clothes and several vinyl covered armchairs.

The women picked Melodie up and sat her on the end of one of the tables, their hands roaming over her, caressing and stroking. "Ohhh, no, please don't, I'll scream, I swear I will," Melodie cried as Kitten pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her firm breasts. Her scream died in her throat as Kat pulled Melodie's face to hers, grinding their lips together in a burning kiss. Melodie gasped in surprise as Kitten sucked a pink nipple into her mouth, allowing Kat's hot tongue to slide sensuously into her mouth.

Tears ran down Melodie's flaming cheeks, her mind screaming get away, run, run, this is so wrong, so wrong. "Oh God, noooo, please," she whimpered, tearing her mouth away from Kat's as Kitten pulled her terry cloth shorts down and off, exposing her red furred pussy and firm ass.

"She's a real redhead, Kat," Kitten said, licking her lips. "You have a beautiful pussy, Melodie. I bet it tastes good too."

"Fuck first, then eat, baby," Kat said, her voice thick with rising lust.

They pushed Melodie back onto the table holding her arms above her head as they spread her thighs apart, her naked body fully exposed to their caresses, kisses and licks.

Melodie began to sob in terror. "No, no, I don't want to do this," she whimpered, shaking her head from side to side, red hair flying. "Please let me go, please. I'm not into girls."

"You just lie still, darlin'," Kat said, her voice a low rumble, "You're gonna love it. We're gonna make you feel real good." She winked at Kitten across Melodie's struggling body and nodded her head.

Melodie squealed as the women sucked her silky breast flesh into their mouths and slid their fingers into her wet pussy. "Ohhh, noooo, please, please don't," she said weakly as their fingers spread her labial lips apart, stroking the sensitive tissues, squishing in the increasing wetness. Her nipples felt as if they were on fire as the women's hungry mouths sucked and nibbled on them, their warm tongues covering her breasts with saliva. 

Melodie's hips began to buck as the probing fingers sank deep in her soaking pussy, hooking upward to the spongy tissue of her g-spot, swirling inside the pink velvet walls. Her vaginal muscles tightened around the probing fingers and her clit began to throb. No, no, this isn't right, they're raping me, I'm being raped by these women her mind screamed, but her body began to betray her.

She gritted her teeth and tried to resist the thrilling sensations Kat and Kitten's mouths and fingers were arousing in her body. She finally succumbed and began to moan and whimper, riding a slowly cresting wave of pleasure. Hearing her cries, Kitten began to nibble and suck harder on Melodie's nipples, kneading the firm mounds in her strong, callused hands.

Kat moved to the end of the table, pulling Melodie's quivering legs over her shoulders and burying her face in her sopping pussy. Melodie's thighs snapped shut, shoving Kat's face harder into her burning cunt, her canvas shoes digging into her lovers' back. Kat engulfed the slick pussy flesh with her mouth, wriggling her long tongue deep inside the wet slit as Melodie gasped in pleasure.

Kitten pressed Melodie's breasts together, licking and sucking both nipples at the same time. Kat's eager mouth found Melodie's aching clit, sucking it between her lips and lashing it with her tongue as she buried two fingers deep in Melodie's wetness, swirling them around.

"Ohhhhh… don't stop…please don't stop… ahhhhhhh," Melodie screamed, her orgasm pounding through her body. Hips bucking, she twisted her pussy on Kat's face, spurting wave after wave of sticky cum into her devouring mouth. Her eyes shining with lust, Melodie grabbed Kitten by the neck and pulled their faces together in a passionate, tongue-swirling kiss.

Kat continued to lick and finger Melodie's pussy giving her two more intense orgasms as Kitten kneaded Melodie's breasts with her callused hands, their tongues dueling in their saliva-filled mouths. Exhausted, Melodie collapsed on the table, shaking and mewling from the pleasurable sensations of her multiple climaxes. Kat and Kitten kissed and caressed her lovingly as she recovered, their own bodies burning with desire that still needed to be satisfied.

When Melodie became calm, Kat stripped off her clothes and sat back in a vinyl armchair. She scooted her bare ass to the edge of the cushion and hooked her legs over the arms, her blonde furred pussy dripping with love juices. "Kitten, sweetie," she moaned, "Suck me, eat me, gimme that wonderful tongue."

In an instant, Kitten had slipped out of her own clothes. Kneeling between Kat's open thighs, she began to lick her lover from clit to asshole, her flattened tongue gliding between Kat's engorged pussy lips. Kitten reached up to grab handfuls of Kat's huge breasts, squeezing the firm flesh and tugging on the thick nipples.

Kat's head snapped back against the chair cushion, sighing with pleasure as Kitten devoured her aching pussy, her busy mouth licking and sucking in the wet velvety folds. 

Melodie sat up groggily on the table, her nipples and pussy still tingling from her orgasms. Her back ached from lying on the hard surface, but she felt delicious warmth suffusing her body. She sat on the tables edge, her bare legs dangling as she watched her attackers enjoying each other, mesmerized by the sights and sounds of Sapphic lovemaking.

Now's my chance, she thought, her mind in a whirl, they are totally focusing on each other. I should just grab my clothes and run. I'll get my laundry tomorrow. 

Melodie didn't run, however. She continued to watch eagerly as Kitten ate Kat's sopping pussy, their slurps and moans echoing in her ears, feeding her newly awakened desires.

Her strength returning, Melodie climbed off the table, standing gingerly on wobbly legs. She walked over to the women and stood behind Kitten, watching her round ass wiggle as she sucked noisily on her lover's warm juices. Melodie sank to her knees, pushed them between Kitten's legs and molded her body to her bare back, stiff nipples digging into the slim woman's shoulder blades.

Kitten wriggled in delight as Melodie's warm body pressed against hers. Sucking on her blonde haired lovers' cunt, Kitten uttered a muffled moan as Melodie plunged two long fingers deep in her juicy pussy, her other hand cupping her small firm breast, rolling the stiff nipple between her fingers. Kitten shivered and spread her thighs apart, giving Melodie's hand greater access to her wet slit.

"Fuck her, Kitten, fuck her. Eat her pussy, baby," Melodie purred, her tongue curling in the small woman's ear as her thumb rubbed Kitten's throbbing clit. Kat's blue eyes snapped open at the sound of Melodie's voice. She wrapped her long muscular legs around both of her lovers, crushing Kitten's face in her pussy and pulling Melodie tighter against Kitten.

Kitten sucked Kat's clit between her teeth and nibbled on it, pushing three fingers deep in her lovers' cunt. Melodie dug her fingers deeper into Kitten's wet hole, squeezing her breast and humping her foaming pussy against Kitten's tight buttocks. Fucking, sucking and rubbing, their sweaty bodies pounded against each other, the loud slurps and squishes mingling with lusty cries of joy. Then they were cumming, drenching each other with their warm fluids, their bodies locked in a press of pulsating, burning flesh.

Gasping and panting, the three women clung together in a quivering mass of barely satiated desire. Melodie pulled Kitten's face to hers, licking Kat's juices from her face, tasting pussy for the first time. Kat ruffled Melodie's flaming locks tenderly. "Like a little from the source, red?" she growled, her eyes simmering with lust.

Melodie was between Kat's thighs before she could finish speaking, sucking and lapping hungrily on the succulent cunt flesh as Kat jerked and moaned with renewed pleasure. Kitten pushed Melodie's thighs apart and slid beneath her, wiggling her tongue up between the dripping pussy lips. Melodie gave a gasping sigh and lowered her creamy slit onto Kitten's eager mouth, grinding against her new lover's face. Kitten began to finger her own pussy with her free hand, her other arm wrapped around Melodie's thigh, the better to suck and lick her new lover's juicy hole.

Once again, the room echoed to the sounds of frenzied lovemaking, the squishing of pussies being licked and fingered, the slaps of flesh against flesh, the gasps and little shrieks of almost unbearable lust and pleasure. Sobbing and wailing, the women achieved thunderous orgasms, squirting their thick cum on each other as they sucked up every delicious drop of their partners' salty juices.

Melodie lifted herself from Kitten's cum-covered face and pulled her to her feet, tasting her own cunt as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Kat rose from her chair, love juices streaming down her muscled thighs as she hugged Melodie and Kitten against her heaving breasts. "I know someone who still needs her pussy licked," she purred, winking at Melodie.

Melodie smiled and nodded, "Now who could that be?" she replied. Grasping Kitten by the arms, Melodie and Kat lifted her to the tables' edge and spread her legs. "Ohhhhh my Goddd, oh fuckkk…" Kitten shrieked as Melodie licked and finger fucked her pussy while Kat sucked her asshole, driving her tongue deep inside the wrinkled passage. Melodie probed Kitten's g-spot and nibbled on her throbbing clit as Kat tongue fucked her puckered ass. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Kitten's back arched and she came repeatedly, spewing thick white cum into her lovers' faces. Riding a wave of orgasms, she finally fell back gasping onto the table. Kat and Melodie kissed and stroked her until her breathing returned to normal.

***

Melodie stuffed the last of her dried laundry into her canvas bag, laughing as Kat goosed her and Kitten pinched her nipple. "I had so much fun tonight, I'm sorry it had to end," she sighed, eyes shining with a new desire for sexual adventure. 

"You were just great, darlin'," Kat replied, nuzzling Melodie's neck, "You're a natural born pussy licker."

"When can we get together again, sugar?" Kitten asked, stroking Melodie's cheek, "this ain't gonna be a one time thing is it?"

"How about you two pick me up at Gamma House Saturday morning?" Melodie replied, "I'm free all weekend."

"Sounds good to me," Kat said with a broad smile, hefting their laundry bag. "C'mon red, we'll give you a ride back to your place."

Walking out to the parking lot, Kat mounted her black Harley Fat Boy motorcycle, kick starting it with a thundering roar. Melodie slid onto the seat behind her, her arms encircling Kat's waist.

Kitten fastened their laundry bags on her green Harley Softail and started her engine. Exhausts rumbling, they sped down the deserted streets. Melodie clung tightly to Kat's hard body, rubbing her new lovers' pussy playfully as Kat wiggled happily on her seat.

Stopping in front of Melodie's sorority house, the women dismounted. Hugging and kissing, they exchanged phone numbers, reluctant to say goodbye. 

"I'll see you guys Saturday, then?" Melodie said, swinging her laundry bag over her shoulder, suddenly feeling sad.

"You can count on it, sweetie," Kat replied, emphatically.

"Yeah," said Kitten, kissing Melodie again. "We'll go ridin', it'll be fun."

"Cycles or faces?" Melodie replied, grinning mischievously.

"Both, doll, both," Kat laughed.

"Take care, sweetness," Kitten hollered as they started their engines and rode away, chrome gleaming under the glare of the streetlights.

***

"Who were those women you were with, Mel?" Tiffany Springer asked as Melodie stood on the porch of Gamma House, staring into the night. "They certainly looked rather rough, riding those noisy motorcycles and all."

"They're my new friends, Tiff," Melodie replied, savoring the lingering taste of Kat and Kitten's pussies in her mouth. "We're going riding this weekend and I just can't wait."

End. 



Coming Clean



It was later in the evening. Everyone had gone home and I was alone in the office. Friday and I was getting ready to go out. No reason in particular, just out. I grabbed my kit and went to the can to change. Usually I would go home to change but I was planning to go somewhere near by and wanted to save time. 

I did a quick tour of the office to make sure every one had indeed left before I pushed the door to the Men's room open and walked in. 

I took a piss at the urinal and washed my hands. And even though I was alone, I entered into one of the cubicles for privacy. I selected the handicap one since it was bigger than the normal ones. 

I untied my shoes, took off my socks and kicked them aside. I removed my shirt and pants, folded them up and put them aside as well. Hooked my thumbs under the elastic band of my underwear, pushed them down to my ankles and flicked them over with my shoes.

I stood there for a minute appreciating my smooth hairless skin. My cock twitched slightly with anticipation.

Digging into my bag I pulled out my new outfit; tiny, hot pink panties. They were very lacy with a high French cut and very snug to secure my male equipment in place. Next a matching garter belt with a small pink rose in the front and then some opaque, coral stockings that I held up with my suspenders. 

I reached into my bag and pulled out my padded bra. I loved my bra. It gave me a nice "B" sized pair of breasts.

Finally I put on a silk cami. I love the feeling of silk; it's so cool and soft. It's like being in a pool of mountain water on a hot day. 

Suddenly I heard the bathroom door open and someone walk in. From the sound of the foot steps and the voice humming, I could tell it was female. 

"Shit!" I thought to myself. "The cleaner!"

There were three cubicles and I was in the furthest one. 

"If I stay quiet, maybe she won't know I'm here!" I hoped to myself. 

No such luck! I heard her open the first cubicle door; then the second. She replaced the roll of toilet paper. 

I heard her move to the third door, my door... I was too afraid to move. 

The door opened slowly. It felt like an hour before it was open enough to see the person on the other side! 

There she was! She was looking down at first then looked up and saw me. 

"Oh! Excuse Me! She apologized. ''I didn't realize some one was here." 

I just stood there and looked at her. She stood about 5' 6" tall. Her dark brown hair was in a neat ponytail. The cleaning uniform said her name was Hydn and did little to hide her buxom body. The third button strained to control her large breasts underneath. 

From under the uniform, her shapely, nylon clad legs emerged. She also wore white socks and running shoes.

"No. I'm sorry. I thought everyone had left!" I apologized back. 

Then I realized she didn't try to avert her stare or leave. She stared straight at me. She looked down from my face to my feet then back up again. A smile grew on her face. 

"Well. Aren't you cute!" She said. "This is the Men's Room girl! Looks like you're getting ready to go out to get fucked."

"Er.... Yes. I mean No!" I replied. 

"Well what is it?" She asked. 

"I'm dressing for a costume party." I lied. 

"I don't think that's true." She caught me. "You like dressing up in women's underwear. Don't you!" 

She entered the cubicle as I nodded in agreement to her last accusation. 

She ran her hands over my body and lingerie.

"You do have very nice taste though."

I smiled on the inside at her compliment, but was worried as to what was going to happen next. 

"Very nice tittie." As she cupped my "breasts" with both her hands. Her long fingers reached inside my bra cups and pinched my nipples. My knees buckled slightly.

I stood there stunned and unmoving. I felt some pre-com leaking from my still wilted penis and into any panties. 

She kept on twisting and pinching my increasing sensitive nipples. I could feel my horniness build; my knees started to shake and a low moan escaped from my lips. 

"Sounds like my little girl like me playing with her." Hydn said taking more and more control. "What else do you like me to play with?" 

Now standing behind me, she pulled me close into her body with her left arm while sliding her right hand downwards; over my belly and panties then grabbed my male package in between my legs. 

"No wonder you want to be a girl." She whispered in my ear. ''Not much here is there?" 

Hydn used her left hand to pull my panties down and took hold of my flaccid 3- inch cock between her thumb and index fingers of her right hand. 

"Does this thing even work?" she asked as she tried to jerk me off. 

Her efforts did not go without results. My erection grew to its massive 4 and a half inches. 

Hydn laughed ''Ha Ha! Look! Even my fingers are bigger then that pathetic, tiny cock of yours. Can't even really call it a 'cock' can you. Really more of a clit!"

She grabbed the back of my neck and turned me towards the toilet bowl. She forced me to bend over. I put my hands on the cold porcelain to support myself. Hydn used her foot to spread my legs, and then pulled my panties down to my knees. 

"Don't move!" She warned me. 

I heard a bit of noise. Taking a chance I turned and peeked at her. I watched as she opened a package and pulled out a pair of rubber scrubbing gloves. 

She saw me watching her with fear in my eyes. She smiled at me. "Don't worry. You'll enjoy this." as she slipped them on. 

Hydn grabbed a bottle of pink liquid, ironically matching the colour of my lingerie and liberally poured some onto her gloves. 

She then stood behind me and poured some into the crack of my ass. The cold fluid ran down over my anus and balls. I felt my pucker hole trying to suck in the wet. 

"Don't worry. It's only soap." She told me. 

I felt her fingers roll my testicles like a set of Ben-wa Balls. The soap gave it nice silky feel. Hydn continued to handle my balls as she started working a finger into my back hole. 

She pushed a bit of her finger inside. 

"Hmmm! Not too tight!" Hydr observed "Some one or something has been visiting here before me!"

She was right! I had been using my pink cock shaped dildo to fuck myself with as I masturbated.

She squeezed my balls as she inserted more of her finger into me. I squeezed my hole in reflex, but the soap provided the lubrication and let her impale me on her digit. She didn't lie; her finger was longer than my short cock. 

Hydn started finger fucking my asshole harder and faster. She reached around me with her other hand and started to jerk my small Hard cock. Her finger in my asshole hit my p-spot as I started cumming. 

"Ugh! Ugh!" Was all I could utter as I spurted my white goo. I spasmed from the orgasm. I've never cum so hard or so much. 

Even after I was totally empty, Hydn continued to jerk me off and finger my ass until I was no longer able to support myself and fell to the cold tile.

I laid there shivering, not from the cold floor but from the continuous orgasm I was still experiencing.

"Well that was a nice break!" Hydn said as she picked up all my "man" clothes. "Don't go away!"

I heard her leave the bathroom and the "Click!" of the door lock. 



Coming Clean



It is 1989, and I am an old lady. I want to write about something that happened when I was much younger. It was a time with much different values. People look back at the media, advertisements, and culture of the 1950's and see it as much more proper than today. However, that was not always true. Television and the media painted America as some sort pristine white picket fenced landscape where mother and father always knew best, and every neighbor smiled when they saw you. In between cigarette advertisements, we had the grounded family values of 'Leave It To Beaver', and the hysterical wholesome goodness of "I Love Lucy'. But life was not always about having dinner on the table by five. Some people kept deep dark secrets that would probably get them kicked out of town if anyone knew. I walked that thin line.

I see kids and young adults walking and talking nowadays in ways that I would have never dreamed of doing when I was young. But it wasn't all cookies and cream. People's private lives were sometimes shady and worthy of keeping secrets. I have such a tale. It involved a big part of my life, and started in the year 1952. 

I was just about to turn thirty. I was not looking forward to it. Women do that. They don't want to get to the point when they start to lose their youthful appearance. In the 1950's we wore beautiful hats and nice dresses to be fashionable, but also to try to hide our ages. We would get nervous even if our husbands had a good excuse for not paying as much attention to us. I was married fairly young for that time, in 1942. I wasn't quite 20 years old. We were so much in love, and we couldn't even make it to our honeymoon destination after the wedding without stopping to make love. It was tender for years. But as the economy shifted in New York City, so did the jobs. My husband had to take one shipping freight by rail. He would be traveling a lot, and the job would take him all the way to California. He would be gone for a week or two at a time. When he came back he would have a few days off, then on the rails he went again. Still I loved him dearly.

When he was gone I had very little to do. I would keep a clean house for no one in particular. The money was good, but I was lonely. In 1952 it was going on the seventh year of his job that would ultimately last nearly fifteen until he took a position that brought him home every night. 

I sold cosmetics and cookware in my spare time just to keep busy. But each day alone was as cold as the nights in our East 60th street Brownstone apartment. It was unheard of at the time, for a woman to take care of her own needs. I'm sure it was done all the time, but no one ever spoke about it. I would never tell my girlfriends of standing up against the washing machine, or with some special soap in the bath. I would have never dreamed of being seen nude in my bed with a small device I bought over in the Bronx. It was also in this back street store that I saw my first smut film. I remember how I felt at the oral sex scene I had watched. It was dirty, but oddly erotic. I wore a wig when I went there. 

I brought the device home and didn't touch it for months. I almost threw it away many times thinking my husband would find it. But it was kept in a leather pouch under a loose board on the floor of my closet. There was a rug and a suitcase on top of it. I was indeed paranoid. But I finally took it out just to hold it one night because I was missing my husband's touch. I had no idea at the time that a while later I would be in my bed using it. My long brown hair was matted with sweat even in the middle of winter.

After the release, and restful feelings I got from it, I was ashamed of myself and put it away thinking I would never touch it again. But it became my best secret friend. I justified using it by having my husband's picture nearby. When I would climax, I would close my eyes and see him smiling at me. But it wasn't the same. I enjoyed my guilty feelings, but it was no substitute for the warmth my husband filled me with on rare occasions.

Right after we moved in to the Brownstone I became friends with a young couple with an eleven year old boy. We would often have dinner together. I would sit with my lady friend in the afternoon and talk about what was on the radio, fashion, and other sorted things. When my husband brought home a television for our anniversary in 1951 we would talk about that. We were the best of friends. I watched her boy grow up, and always wished I could have a child of my own. But we had tried over and over. Actually in all of our years together, we never had protected sex. It didn't happen, so watching this boy grow up was important to me as well. I was his aunty in name of course. When his father left in 1947, I stepped up even more and helped take care of him while his mother worked. But in all of those years I never would have thought that I would be taking him to my bed many years later.

It wasn't until just a few months before we started having our encounters that I would realize my own potential to actually commit the act. It started the summer after his eighteenth birthday. I was in my kitchen doing laundry on a very hot evening. I was sweating and with the heat I was quickly losing my patience with the day's work. I think it's why I waited until late evening when the heat was more bearable. I had just finished hanging clothes on the outside line that runs on a pully between buildings when I saw him. It was just his shoes, bare legs and shorts that I noticed. I remembered his outfit when he brought by some washing powder that I borrowed from his mother a few hours earlier. I had sometimes suspected that he may have watched me a few times but didn't think anything of it. 

I was not sure at that moment why I was not bothered by young Stanley being a peeping tom. It was obviously some sort of flattery I felt. I would have weeks without any attention and suddenly I reveled in it. As I went back into the kitchen to attend my wash, my heart rate began to rise from the mild excitement. As I began to feel around the laundry hanging in the kitchen I could see him out of the corner of my eye. He had taken a position on the catwalk. He was nearly in plain sight and seemed not very good at what he was doing. I could have turned and scolded him easily. But the rest of this true story probably wouldn't have happened if I did.

I remembered once when he was much younger, and he called me pretty. I had thanked him and patted him on the head. Suddenly I wondered if he still thinks so. Using feelings I had never had before, coupled with the heat, I made a decision. It was almost as if I had just opened a door and closed it behind me. I was going to let him have his peep show.

With my back turned to him I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, tossing it in the washing machine. Slowly I unclasped my brazier from the back and did the same with it. My back was still turned as I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Leaning down I picked it up and added it to the wash. I could feel his eyes on me and my excitement grew. It was of course mixed with my feelings that I was committing an inappropriate act. But the exhilaration grew. For one thing, he was not running away. Perhaps I was still attractive after all.

So I turned around, pretending not to see him, mildly visible in the shadows of the window. As I faced his direction I briefly fanned my face with my hand, then ran my fingers over my medium sized breasts. I came very close to reaching down and relieving myself of the rest of my undergarments. But then I thought that there should still be a little mystery, especially given the thoughts I had of him at that moment. After furthering the show by taking a glass of water from the sink counter and drinking it with one arm raised, I decided that was enough and turned the light off and went to the bedroom.

My heart was racing from the attention. For a moment I wondered if he was still there. I went to check only to discover he was gone. I wondered what he was thinking and soon entered into a wild and forbidden fantasy. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and imagined him coming in off the catwalk and entering my bedroom. I would turn around in mild shock and scold him. But not send him away. I would have him. I quickly went to the closet and took my device and got into bed. I had never pushed it so far, and so fast, and I knew that I was way too loud. But as I finished the guilt set in. I had pleasured myself thinking of someone else. Quickly I dressed, and went to sleep.

The next day the guilt lingered and I could barely look at him when he brought the morning paper up that I shared with his mother. I had noticed that he had a difficult time looking at me as well. Very few words were spoken but I did see him look at my breasts a few times. As the days went by, the guilt subsided. Perhaps I was becoming use to the lustful thoughts I had. But it wasn't until the day he came up to help me fix the sink that I knew I had to either act or do something to stop these feelings. It also happened to coincide with my husband being gone for an extended period of time.

It was into the forth week of his absence. I had taken care of my own needs regularly, sometimes thinking of my husband and sometimes Stanley. It made me think sometimes as if I were a whore. But it was just the thoughts I was feeling. At this point I had not acted on them. But it wasn't until Stanley was under the sink tightening a pipe and I was above him watching that I felt an urge that was stronger than any I had before.

"I think it's tight enough Mrs. Mason," Stanley say from below.

"Alright let me turn it on," I said as I turned the faucet handle.

I looked down at him on the floor and for a moment he met my gaze. He was just inches away and below me. I was wearing my white dress that stopped just a bit below the knee. I was not wearing stockings because of the heat and because I had not left the house that day. I looked at his strong muscles as he worked. Then I felt it. It was such a strong desire. My entire body shivered as a wetness started. It seemed so uncontrollable and I didn't hear him when he said I could turn the water off. 

"Oh! Ok," I said as I turned the faucet off. 

"I guess it's not fixed," Stanley said as he looked up at me with a pipe in his hand.

"Oh I'm sorry Stanley," I said looking at him now standing and quite soaked from the unintentional shower I had given him. 

Embarrassed, he looks himself over, and stood to offer an apology. It was quite a bit of water I had dumped on him during my daydream and he was soaked. 

"Gee Mrs. Mason, it's quite a mess," he said as he started to clean it up.

"Oh that's alright, it will just take a moment," I said as I started to mop up the water.

Stanley helped me clean the floor. But I noticed right away that his pants were soaked through. I realized that he would try to go home soon and I desperately wanted the company, besides the other thoughts that were swimming in my head. It was like some sort of condition that I couldn't ignore. I had to do something. However it only took him a moment, and he was gone, indicating he had to change before finishing the job. After he was out the door, I tried to calm my feelings. However I did not get a chance.

"Gosh Mrs. Mason. I'm locked out," he said as he came back, "I left my key in my other trousers and mom won't be home until after six."

"Oh that's alright Billy," I smiled, "I can see if Mr. Mason has anything to fit you."

"That would be swell, thank you," he said with a red face.

"Since you are all wet, you can change in here while I go and look," I said.

"Well gee, I don't think that would be proper," he said.

"Oh just go behind those sheets hanging up," I said, "Put your wet things on the line."

"Oh ok," he said, "But I think I'm wet...um...all the way through."

"Oh my, well I'll see if I can find those for you too," I said as I hurried away.

I left the room with a smile on my face, because it really was funny. Stanley had always been doing things like that ever since he was a small boy. He once went head first into the tub from slipping on a rug. I always hoped he would grow out of it. I couldn't help thinking that this was perhaps the opportunity I was either looking for or should stay away from. Either way, it would be decided in the next few minutes.

I thumbed through my husbands clothes and found something a bit older, and out of date, but that would fit him a little better. Then I went into his drawer and took out boxers. I knew that is what Billy was talking about but with his gentleman-like nature wouldn't say it. I hurried back to the kitchen, but slowed before I entered. It wasn't to avoid slipping on the still damp floor, but from the shock of what I saw as I entered the doorway.

"Oh my", I whispered as I hurried back out the door, into the large family room that separated the kitchen and bedroom.

I was shocked. Recently I had allowed him to see me without my top. I purposefully exposed myself and reveled in the excitement of it. However the thought of seeing him in return seemed mostly just a fantasy that would never see the light of day. I always knew it would be one sided. But when I turned the corner into the kitchen I panicked and left the room. He never heard or saw me from behind the sheet. All I saw was a little, but it was enough. It got me interested in seeing more. At the time at least that part had seemed innocent enough. 

I peeked around the corner and looked into the kitchen. He was moving behind the sheet slowly a few inches back and forth. But the sheet did not go down far enough. When I left the room, I knew that it should be enough. But I did not know he held a magnificent secret.

The reason I was able to get a glimpse was that he was unusually gifted. Any normal man would not have protruded so much. The sheet went down to just a few inches or so above his knees. I didn't see it all, but it was enough. Nervously I looked on, but was ready to hide around the doorway if he moved quickly. He moved a bit further away and to where the sheet was shorter. As he walked along, more of him came into view. I couldn't fathom it at first. It wasn't fake, or a cartoon out of nasty magazine, like the one I found on the outside stoop one time. This was flesh and lots of it.

I watched in awe as his thin, but lengthy shaft moved again almost out of view. I left the kitchen, and soon realized that he would probably wonder where I was. I had to go in. But what would happen next? I pass the clothes to him and walk away, but the nervousness changed to excitement, and one other feeling I had been having lately. I felt it in my body from top to bottom. It is probably best described as a need. I felt like going into the bedroom and take care of myself intimately. It is so early in the day, and he is here. But I feel my own heat, and wetness so strongly, just from a glimpse of him. I could only imagine what it would be like to have first hand experience. I felt the front of my dress, hoping a quick itch would make the feeling subside a bit. But I itched some more, then my fingers pressed outward, and I felt the stimulation even through the layers. I would have to hurry into my bedroom after he was gone. But I pulled my slip off under my dress, and my undergarment. I tossed them behind the door. I could play just a little. I peeked around the corner while pushing my hand through the buttons in the front of my dress. I felt the pleasure with my fingers as my desire grew.

"Stanley, I think I have some things here for you," I said from the doorway. "I'm just checking them now."

"Alright Mrs. Mason, I was wondering where you went," he said. "I'm sort of nervous, here like this."

"Nothing I haven't seen before," I said without really thinking.

"Well gosh but, still it's embarrassing," he said.

"I know Stanley," I said, "Just trying to relax you."

After I heard his voice, and from my view a few minutes ago, I felt so much in need that I thought I might pass out. My husband in his limited physical interest in me had not been here for nearly a month this time. So right here in the kitchen with a young man in is buff I was in mental anguish. I learned from being watched that I had high physical needs. If anyone ever reads this I can't imagine what they will think of me. But I couldn't stand it any more. 

I went over to the sheet and took hold of the clothes pin which was facing downward and slowly slid it off. When the sheet started to fall, I very quickly pulled my hand away, leaving the pin still on the line.

"Oh my gosh!" he said as he tried to cover himself. Even both of his hands could not hide it completely.

"Oh my, Stanley," I said acting surprised, as he picked up the sheet to cover himself.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly as he tried to cover himself with a sheet.

"Oh these clothes pins. They don't stay very well," I grinned.

He turned his back as he fumbled with the sheet. I watched and smiled, trying not to laugh. His attention to modesty is admirable, but he really has no embarrassment to hide.

"I bet that sheet is cold Stanley. It's still wet," I said as I casually straightened the clothes out for him. "Let's trade that for these."

"You first, and please turn around," he said nervously.

"I saw you Stanley," I said as I looked at him, "It was an accident, but I did."

"That's swell Mrs. Mason, but I need to put some clothes on," he said nervously.

"You grew up alright," I said softly as he looked at me nervously.

"We all do Mrs. Mason," he said as he held out his hand for the clothes.

"You turned out more than alright," I said.

"Mrs. Mason, this is really uncomfortable. Are you sure you should be saying things like that?" he asked.

"I'm a woman Stanley," I said, "I guess it's more natural somehow to notice things like that. A man would see a sway in a woman's hips. I see what I just saw of you. I guess it's natural to just look in that direction. Especially with Mr. Mason being away so much."

"I think that is something you should probably talk to Mr. Mason about," he said, "May I have the clothes please?"

"I know that you notice things Stanley," I said.

"Well it's only natural," he said, "May I have the clothes?"

"Of course. You're a young man," I said as I looked at him.

"Well I guess, but that talk with the guys, not my mom's best friend," he said.

"Well does that talk with your friends include watching your upstairs neighbor do laundry in the kitchen?" I asked.

I looked at his expression and the redness in his face. It looked like he just wanted to run out the door. But I have him here. He has no way of getting into his apartment, and I have the clothes he would need to run out the door. Call me cruel, but he would be rewarded after if I was successful.

"You knew I was there?" he asked nervously.

"Yes...not at first," I smiled.

"You didn't shoo me away or tell my mother," he stated.

"No Stanley", I said, "In fact, I noticed you before I removed my blouse."

"Oh Mrs. Mason, what are you saying?" he asked.

"I wanted you to see me," I said as I reached down and started unfastening the buttons on my dress.

"But why? You and...you are...your married, and also," he stuttered.

"Old?" I asked as I held my dress up with one hand.

"Oh no ma'am," he said politely.

"Stanley, why did you peek in at me?" I asked.

"Well, gee, I guess I was just curious," he said. "But I'm really sorry."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked as I watched him gaze at my bare legs.

"Oh man I'm going to get it now," he said in a panic.

"One thing at a time," I smiled, knowing the meaning of that was lost on him at the moment. "So did you?"

"Well, gee Mrs. Mason, you're a woman and I was just curious. I...I shouldn't have snuck up here on the catwalk. I know that," he said nervously.




Coming Clean



"It's ok Stanley," I smiled, "I'm just happy to know that I'm still attractive."

"Mrs. Mason," he said, "Now may I have those clothes?"

"You can if you really want," I said as I started to unbutton my blouse.

"Mrs. Mason," he said quickly, "This isn't appropriate."

"No it probably isn't," I said as I pulled my blouse off over my head, and unclasped my brazier quickly. "But," he said as he backed up.

"Stanley," I said aggressively as I approached him, "Are you a virgin?"

"Well I've never you know," he said nervously.

"Good," I said as I grasped the sheet around him, "Then your first time is as your friends might say, easy."

"I um," he said looking as if he might faint, "This isn't real is it?"

"Yes it is if you want me," I smiled as I put my hand on his, still holding the sheet tight, "Do you want me?"

"Well yes," he said quickly, "I mean...Oh Mrs. Mason."

"So come to my bed," I said as I took my hand and placed it on the front of the sheet in just the right place, "I want you to make love to me."

"Oh my," he said, looking flustered.

"Oh my indeed," I said as I wrapped my fingers around him through the sheet, "Come with me now."

"But what if...ho...ha whoa!" he stuttered as I pulled the sheet off of him and tossed it downward.

"Oh well I guess that answers it," I said as I looked down at his half erect prize.

"Well it just happened," he said as he watched me go to the kitchen door and lock it.

I went back over to him and took his hand, pulling him out of the kitchen. I held on as I also locked the family room door into the inner building hallway. I yanked his thin exposed body with me as I rushed to the bedroom. It seemed as if at this point he knew he had no choice. Or was it that he wanted it as much as I did. In all the years after I never asked him. I turned and pressed my body against him, kissing him passionately. He seemed to relax a bit, and I felt a nervous hand touch my back.

"Now, you need to relax," I said as I gently felt his exposed backside.

"Really? But that's kind of hard to do now," he said.

"Calm down and make it last. Understand?" I asked.

"Yes Ma'am I think so", he said nervously.

I realized that it looks like I planned this. I said all the right things like I had a mission to complete. Maybe it ended up that way, but it wasn't my intention. It was a sin under the watchful eyes of God and a betrayal of my husband, but I could not turn my feelings away. I was about to show him everything. I will be his teacher. He will learn from my experience. Then he will leave this house with the understanding of physical love, most likely with a large smile on his face. All those questions would be answered but it would leave me with one. Would he return again for more?

"You sweet young man," I said as I cupped his naked backside, "So pure. You're the clay in which I will mold."

"I don't know what I am doing Mrs. Mason," he said, "My mother..."

"Stop right there," I said as I scraped my fingers along the skin on his back, "I will teach it all to you. Just do what I show you. But rule number one...do not talk about your own mother when you are making love."

"Yes Mrs. Mason," he said, "Is this really going to happen? I mean, gosh. Is this really right?"

"No it isn't Stanley," I said as I looked at him, "But I want you in my bed. Unless you just say no and run out of here, I will have you there. You see, each of us have two choices, and each choice has a price tag."

"I didn't say I would tell you no, Mrs. Mason," he said trying to smile.

"Well I think I know you want it," I said feeling his erect feature pressing against my thighs.

"Can't help it," he said, "You are really lovely."

"Thank you," I said, "Just for that I will take special care of you."

"But...well I don't know what that means," he said.

"I will show you, but remember one thing," I smiled as I clenched his backside, "If you are about to reach the end, you have to tell me in plenty of time."

"The end?" he asked.

"I think you know what I mean," I smiled as I kissed him.

"Oh I um...heard about that yes," he said nervously.

"You're not a very good liar Stanley," I smiled. "Boys doing that on their own is part of growing up. Oh and just to answer a question I know you have, girls too."

"Well it's not something that we really talk about," he said.

"Well just hang on to it for me so this will last a while," I smiled.

He was not able to say another word. I had had enough talking. I turned him around with the grip that I had on him, and set him down on the bed. Getting a first real glimpse of his manhood at it's excited length, my eyes grew wide for a moment. I had a sudden thought and hoped that he would not get any larger. I wondered how I would handle it and the simple fact was that my husband could not compare. But that thought made me want it even more, despite the possible consequences. 

After removing the remainder of my clothes, I dropped slowly to my knees in front of him and spread his legs apart. I was anxious to get my first touch. But I didn't want to build his excitement too quickly. I reached out and grasped him gently, feeling a slight throb of his youthful power. He flinched a bit, but when I started to move my hand up and down he relaxed, with a small smile on his face. I did not have much experience with what I was about to do. My husband would just enter me, and it would be over quickly, then he would fall asleep. I had only performed it once. 

Lowering my head, I opened my mouth and lapped his scrotum from bottom to top, listening to a mild sigh from him, and another slight feeling of tension. I tickled him and felt the skin contract. Grasping the upper side of his shaft, I licked from the underside, all the way to the tip and over the head. Licking up and down, I heard him moan. I could feel his heat radiate through my tongue. It filled my body. I felt my own female natures well up as if to cry. I looked up into his eyes, and pressed my lips over his shaft. Moving my head up and down over him, he let out a much louder moan than before. I pushed him into my mouth as far as I could stand, and felt the strong pulse of his muscle. All I could manage was about halfway. I wasn't use to the thickness and length. Pulling out all the way, I licked the underside if it, then pressed my lips on him again. Even with my limited experience it had seemed so natural and I loved the feeling and texture of his soft, warm skin. I felt as if I could perform this action all afternoon.

"Wha...wait," he said pulling back a bit and grunted. "Oh my."

"Oh my sweet, you must like this," I said as I closed my eyes a moment and kissed his throbbing head.

"Oh Mrs. Mason," he panted as he watched me bathe him with kisses. "I was so close."

"Relax. Plenty of time for that later," I smiled as I cupped my lips on his shaft. "But I'm going to teach you how to return the pleasure."

"Oh anything you say Mrs. Mason," he said, "I...I saw that once in a magazine my friend showed me."

"I hope I don't have to remind you later not to tell this as a story to your friends," I smiled.

"No one would believe...oh Mrs. Oh my," he panted as I devoured him one last time before I put him into active duty."

I stood up and looked down at my young lover. His manhood stood proudly, but just for a moment I became unsure if I could handle it. It's long length made my insides quiver just looking at it. It wasn't just my mouth that was watering as a result. I walked over to the side of the bed and laid down beside him. He simply looked over at me, like we were pals sitting on a park bench. I decided to just get to the point.

"Touch my breasts, and suck on the nipples with your mouth," I said directly. "Explore what's in your mind right now."

"Ok Mrs. Mason," he said as he sat up.

He leaned over just a bit too eagerly and squeezed one of my breasts too hard. I pushed his hands off of me, and told him to be gentle. He wasn't making bread dough. His hands moved over my seemingly to explore and discover. It's true he learns quickly it seems. I closed my eyes, and felt wetness of lips pressed against my skin. As a reward, I reached my hand down and gently played with his man parts. I danced my fingers over his scrotum, wondering what power it would release later. His lips and tongue whirled around my protruding nipples, and his hands caressed my breasts. I moaned softly as we played. I could have let that go on for some time. It is the attention I love and don't get unless I do it myself in the shower. But even though I had done the deed and seduced him. I needed more.

"I would love it if you would work your way downward," I said.

"Alright," he said diligently.

"I know you can do it Stanley," I said.

As I taught my completely green around the ears young man the in and outs of oral pleasure, he listened so intently and did exactly what I told him to do. It was liberating just to have someone do something for me without question. That part of it is almost as good as the release. I keep thinking that he will make some lucky lady very happy with the jumpstart I am giving him. The truth is, he brought the woman out in me the first time in just a few short seconds. I had never had the experience before. It was the excitement.

With his soft lips and tongue licking and kissing my most personal place I simply let go of all my hesitations. It happened over and over so easily. It was yet another thing I had never experienced. I completely believed that he would stay there for hours if I did not take the next turn.

"Oh my sweet young man," I panted, "Stop now, and let's make love."

"I thought we were doing that Mrs. Mason," he said as he wiped his face, "Are we not?"

"Yes, your right," I smiled, "It's all part of it."

My young man had made me realize something. It was so obvious to me after that. So far in my life I had been taken to bed, entered for a few minutes, and felt the release and mild pleasure. But Stanley had made me know that there is a lot more to it than that.

Gently pushing him upward, I directed him to get into a common love making position. I had been so excited about doing this that I forgot about protection. I forgot about it completely. This would get me into trouble later. But as it turned out, it would not be a bad thing.

"No, up a little," I said as I felt his manhood brush around my wetness, "Ok just relax with it."

"Yes Ma'am," he answered as he tried his best.

"Oh gosh," I moaned as his warm head fumbled around.

Even the feeling of it just bobbing around and missing, excited me. As his soft, strong skin moved around I completely forgot about being safe. It was quite obvious that he didn't pay attention to the talk he had gotten once. I look at his determined face, almost as if he were working on something so very important. Then finally he got it right.

"Oh there it is Stanley," I said with a higher pitch as he entered me, "Oh there it is indeed."

For a brief moment I felt nervous as he stretched me further than ever before. But he also reached placed never before touched. It was all I needed to simply toss any inhibitions out the window. I looked in to his eyes and couldn't help seeing the slight smile he had managed. It had one message for me. One thing is clear about it now, and for him also. He understood what all the fuss was about. I directed him to go slowly at first. It is for my benefit, to get use to his girth. My own moans reached the highest octave I think I had ever achieved. His warmth could probably keep the coldest night away. I would find that out a few months from then. He had brought me to my limits so easily, and he was lasting. As he brought out the woman in me over and over and my insides contracted around him, with his size I felt as if I was strangling him. It was like an Ace bandage put on too tight. I felt so satisfied. Trying to hold back the joyful tears I felt coming, I quickly pulled away from him, to let him rest a bit. He laid down on his back.

"Oh my," he smiled as we kissed gently.

"So beautiful," I said with a whimper.

"Are you alright?" Stanley asked.

"Oh yes," I smiled.

"But shouldn't I have something to make it so that you do not have a child?" Stanley asked. "The doctor told me about that at my last exam, a few months ago. He told me what to do."

"Good, keep that knowledge with the next lady," I smiled. "I can't get pregnant for some reason. We have tried many times."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," he said.

"It's the cards I was dealt," I said. "Now let's finish this."

I quickly sat up and mounted him. It caught me off guard a moment when of course I was able to have it deeper inside of me. But I felt so wonderful. Being on top of him made me feel liberated. I moan loudly as I move my hips around him. Faster and faster I rode as if I was on a fast moving horse. I never knew I could reach the end so many times, or even more than once for that matter.

"Oh!" I moaned and crashed on top of him.

I rested there as his hands found and fondled my breasts. His gentle fingers caressed me as if they had always been meant for that action. I was convinced that he had a gift for attention.

"Oh my," I panted frantically as I moved my hips. 

I tried to get him further and further into me. My lust became so great that I began planning my next encounter with him if he would have me. I wondered if he would he let me take it further, and stronger like I had always wanted with my husband. Would he see the adventure in it and try all the things I can show him. I had gotten a taste of what this should be and would do just about anything to have it again.

"Mrs. Um," he grunted, "I can't hold."

"Then don't," I said as I flipped him around and wrapped my legs around him.

He grunted loudly. He seemed to get even larger for a moment, and the first of his warm wetness escaped into me. It was almost as if all the liquid in his body left him. The warmth closed my eyes for me as I felt his seed fill me. As soon as I could open my eyes and see the exhausted look on his face, I saw the complete satisfaction on his face. I couldn't help smiling at him. I wanted him to stay right there so I kissed him. But after several moments, he pulled away and rested beside me. For some reason I felt a strong compulsion and leaned over to kiss the tip of his lover maker gently. His taste did not repulse me like I thought it would.

We rested for a long time. I held on to him close in the bed and didn't move. He even briefly drifted off to sleep. I looked at him while he dozed, and thought of all the experiences I would teach him at other times. I smiled once before I woke him up, so we could clean up for the dinner hour.

At that time I did not know the overall joy and consequences of what I had done. There would be lust filled days and nights, guilty feelings, and a very special secret gift. I think with all of the things that happened that were so mixed and the fact that my mind is now failing me, I needed to write this down. I will read or browse through it from time to time, then either burn it in the fireplace when my days are running out, or leave it so that someone knows the truth.

Even though it is now the year 1989, I still remember those feelings so well. I remember also the many times that came afterward. The experience was so very intense. Each time we got together, it was the same high we both experienced. It happened regularly for over 4 years. We learned from each other. We even almost got caught. We lost track of time once and finished up, just seconds before I heard my husband pay the taxi right outside the window. He never knew that as he hugged me hello, that I had Stanley's essence inside me. I loved my husband but he never found out. Even with all my sins, I could never break his heart like that. Anyone reading this can think all of the bad thoughts they want about me. No one will find it until I am gone, if ever. There was an even darker secret that no one knew. It was barely two months after this first encounter, and after several more that I discovered I had become pregnant. I cried with joy, to the point of a wail. I had always wanted that. But it suddenly occurred to me whose child it really was. Because it had happened so easily with Stanley it occurred to me that it was my husband that could not produce. I cared for Stanley's child until adulthood without telling either one of them. My husband went to his grave thinking she was his child, and he loved her dearly. I could never tell Stanley of his daughter either. So the reader of this if there is one, may see a harlet with two dark secrets. For he had married six years later and had a boy of his own. It would ruin his marriage if his wife found out. But he gave me such a precious gift all those decades ago.

People should understand the power that lust and loneliness can have over a person.

Sitting on the edge of an antique bed in 2013, a young woman named Kailee closes the cover of a diary with only a single long entry she had just read. She had found it at the bottom of a box in her mother's closet. They had been cleaning out the old house for a few days now. But this small book had been the most memorable. In fact, she would never forget it.

"Hey there you are," her husband said from the bedroom doorway. "Is that something of your Mom's?"

"No," Sally said softly, "My grandmother."

"Oh, good reading?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she sighed, "I'll be down in a minute."

"Ok," her husband said as he walked away.

Kailee looked down at the cover of the diary. She slowly set it down on the end table and sat quietly on the edge of her mother's bed. Sighing deeply she began to think, and suddenly remembered something her grandmother had said to her once after her long battle with dementia had begun. She mentioned once that there were two loves in her life. Kailee didn't know what she meant until this moment. She didn't know what she really thought about the diary and wondered even more why her grandmother found it necessary to write it. Had her mother read it, and learned who her biological father was? She wondered if it was some way of atonement or confession. This diary seemed to be a way to come clean. But there was one other strong feeling in her mind. It was so clear, and the most profound she had had in a long time. She stood quickly as she went to find her husband.