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Destiny

By: AliS1



She sat on the couch awaiting his arrival. Her anticipation was marked by her wetness. She heard him fumbling for his keys and jumped up to greet him. They embraced at the door. His arms held her firmly around her waist and hers wrapped around his neck. Their embrace lasted longer than usual. It was a special day, not one that was written on a calendar, but was written in the stars and in their hearts. They had been waiting for a year for this night. Over the last two weeks the plans were made and today come together. 

She steps back from him letting him take a look her body in her new silky white attire with pink and purple flower accents along the bust line and crotch. She bought it especially for tonight. Since it was their first time she was nervous about what he thought. As if answering her question he said, "Wow, you look incredible." His eyes lingered on her breasts. He could see the outline of her hard nipples through the silk. His eyes traveled the flowers from her hips down to the point that covered her pussy. 

He could tell that her juices had soaked through the silk by the way the candle light hit it. Then he realized that there were candles lit all around the living room and two glasses of wine were sitting on the coffee table. He wondered how long she had been waiting when she said, "Why don't we have a drink?" She took his hand and led him to the couch, then handed him his glass. He took a sip and glanced around the apartment. She had straightened up the place, lit candles, chilled wine and drawn a bath. They made nervous small talk both knowing what the other wanted to do.

After the first glasses were finished they moved to the bathroom with the wine bottle in hand. He helped her to disrobe taking time to inventory the tone of her skin and curves of her body. She stood naked waiting for a sign to proceed. He reached for his tie and she went of his shirt buttons. One by one the buttons came loose and she slid the shirt off of his shoulders letting it fall to the floor. 

With her hands shaking she removed his belt and fumbling she unbuttoned his pants reveling his boxer briefs and a huge quivering member needing to be released. She carefully removed his crimson underwear. He stepped out of the clothes pile and withdrew his socks. He stood erect awaiting inspection. She was amazed at the sight of his nakedness. His muscular build was nothing new to her but taking it in one glance sent a trickle of wetness down her leg. He saw her enjoyment run down her thigh and headed to the tub.

Once settled in the tub across from each other another round of wine was poured. The water was warm and the relaxation aromatherapy bubbles went to work on their nerves. The conversation drifted to the "Firsts." They lingered over the memories of their first sight, meeting, and kiss. He took her foot and started massaging it. This sent her back into overdrive. The feeling went straight up her leg and into her pussy. By now the wine had reached her head and she wanted him as never before. She moved towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth knocking his head into the wall. Her hand went to his penis and fondled it. It was hard and wanted to be inside of her. He gently pulled away and stood up. She moved to her knees and his shaft was even with her mouth. Her overwhelming urge to taste him took over and she wrapped her lips around it. He groaned in pleasure and she kept going. 

She liked the tip and then tried to swallow it hole. She deep throated him and he moaned in ecstasy. She greedily sucked him while massaging the base with one hand and holding on to his buttocks with the other. Then without warning he lost it and cummed in her mouth. She tasted his warm jism and swallowed it all. His knees were weak but he managed to step out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and dried off. She stepped out and he eagerly waited to dry her off. He ran the towel over her breasts then down her tummy and further though she squirmed. He dried off a leg at a time. Then she turned around and he dried her butt off with a grab then up her back. He kissed her shoulders and in one quick move picked her up.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. The candlelight danced around the room casting reflections on their moist bodies. He moved down to her toes and kissed them. He kissed in a line to her clit. He always wanted to pleasure her like this and here was his chance. He took the flat of his tongue moving from bottom to the top of her wet lips. Upon his request she put her hands in place to keep her lips open. He then used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit then inserted it in to her wet hole. Her juices flowed freely down his chin. Then removing his tongue and inserting a finger she shuttered. He went back to her clit and continued licking. He stuck another finger inside her. She squealed in delight. His fingers darted in and out and explored her tight pussy. His other hand taunted her breast and nipple. Her body jerked. Her breathing became faster, and her moaning louder. Then with a burst of energy and a loud moan she climaxed. She felt her skin tingle, her heart beating as though it was trying to get out of her chest, and the need for more.

He became harder than he ever was in his life when she went and he had to be inside her. He waited until she finished shaking. He kissed her mouth, neck, and shoulders. He looked her in the eyes and she nodded. He slid his body between her legs and guided his masculinity in to her throbbing pussy. He almost lost his new load when he got the tip in the tight, wet hole of hers. He went slowly to start with. She was in no pain and enjoying it very much. He got his rhythm, in and out, in and out, a little deeper with each stroke. She moaned and shivered at his movements. Then he found the spot without even meaning to. She nearly sat upright. He speed his pace up and she was no longer in control of herself. Her pleasure consumed her and she felt as though she was on a roller coaster going up and down then finally reaching the big hill and inching her way to the top with every stroke that hit her G-spot. 

She hit the top and went down. Her body exploded with her release. She couldn't even make a sound. She just convulsed under him. Feeling her pussy quiver and quake around his sensitive penis he could no longer hold on. He lost his load in her letting out a loud moan. He fell on her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her firmly around her waist. 

They kissed and he whispered words of love to her and she smiled whispering them back.

Destiny



I saw a blinding flash of light before I hit the ground. The smell that greeted me was unlike any I had ever smelled in my entire life. It was the smell of burning rotting flesh, of mud, and of sweat. Before I was even able to think straight, two burly men in gray suits forced me to my feet, which to my horror were carrying deadly looking machine guns. At first I couldn't think straight...what could have gone wrong? "Think!" I slowly thought to myself, "Try to figure this out." As I was being dragged to a dirty looking building, I caught glimpses of men...if that's what you could call them, for they looked nothing like men anymore. They were starved...it looked like they had not eaten in months. Between the rows of small shacks I saw tall rows of barbed wire fence, with more of the guards in gray suits walking along them. At that moment a very frightening thought occurred to me...but it couldn't be.... it just couldn't! I slowly turned my head to look at my captors. The fear that ran through me at that moment is unlike any I had ever felt...the patch that was sewn onto their jackets left no doubt in my mind. These were Nazi soldiers...and I.... I was in one of their "concentration" camps. 

As we reached the dingy building, one of the guards kicked open the doors. As we entered, I saw a tall, well-built man wearing a clean and pressed suit sitting behind a rickety desk, sipping a dark burgundy liquid from a small wine glass. He looked at me with an inquiring eye... like someone who is seeing something for the first time. I quickly realized that the black T-shirt and faded blue jeans I was wearing as well as the large hiking backpack I carried must have looked quite strange to him indeed. He started questioning me, and to my amazement I understood every word. 

"Who are you? Where did you come from?" he spat at me. I stared at him blankly trying to figure out how I could understand this man when he was plainly a Nazi solider. A sharp blow to my lower side awoke me from my thoughts. 

"The general asked you a question!!" said the soldier to my right. One hand clutching my side, I looked up at the general. I had no idea what I was going to tell this man. I had heard of the cruelty of the Nazis', and I knew that if I said one wrong word I could be shot without them giving it another thought. I could lie...but what could I tell them that would explain how I was dressed and the fact that I appeared out of thin air?? Telling the truth would most likely result in the same effect...after all, how could they believe me? 

I was again brought out of my thoughts by a blow to my side, which when added to the first hurt even more. As I regained my breath, I stammered, "I'm a traveler, and I seem to have lost my way." 

Despite my confusing answer, the general continued. "A traveler you say? You don't have the look of one of our prisoners to me...yet you carry no symbols of the Nazi party. Again I ask you, who are you and where do you come from?" He asked me over the top of his wine glass.  "You would not believe me..." I replied simply. He stared at me for a moment before he signaled the man to my left to come forward. The soldier obeyed and walked up next to the general, and he whispered something in the soldier's ear that made him smile, which did not seem like a good thing. 

"Maybe some time in the pit will loosen your mouth," said the general as the solider made his way back towards me. 

Much to my dismay, they began searching me. First they removed my backpack, and then began emptying my pockets. Once I had been relieved of all my possessions, they led me to a dark room where they stripped me down, and clothed me in the white and black barred uniforms that the rest of the inhabitants here had to wear. After all of this, they walked me across the yard and into one of the ramshackle huts that housed what looked to be at least 60 men, all gaunt and distorted with sunken eyes that showed the horrors of their time here. Everyone made way as I was, not so lightly, thrown into the hut. As I got to my feet again, I heard the low murmurings of tired voices. For a few minutes, nobody would look at me...I wondered about this for a moment, before I walked over to a bed that seems to be vacant.

I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to imagine how I was going to get myself out of this. I took stock of what the soldiers had not removed in their search. They had taken all of my equipment and weapons, but I had tools at my disposal that even they couldn't take away. First off, I had my psychic abilities...which I guessed were the cause of my current dilemma. Second, I had my cerebral computer, which stored all of my memories, as well as other useful information. And lastly, I had my knowledge of the future...which had to count for something. I decided it best to sleep for now; I could only imagine my treatment would be none too nice tomorrow.

Chapter 2

I awoke the following morning to the sound of a siren. A young boy quickly ran up to me and rolled me out of bed. "It's time for roll call, if you're not outside, they'll beat you...or worse!" 

I quickly got to my feet and followed him out the door. I lined myself up along with the rest of the prisoners, and allowed them to conduct their head count. Meanwhile I studied the guards. Most of them seemed like the typical soldier...lean and mean, though I noticed that most of them seemed to be rather skinny and probably didn't eat much better than the rest of the prisoners. 

"Dismissed!" yelled the soldier who held the primitive megaphone. At this point a guard came into our hut and yelled at us to get ready for work. I didn't know whether I should follow or not. "Don't think your too special boy! You go to work with the rest of this scum!" the guard yelled at me. 

'Well I guess that means I'll be working today.' I thought to myself. It turns out that they had an ammunition factory about a few hundred yards from the camp that the Jews were forced to work in. Once inside the warehouse, I was forced onto a small metal stool where a guard showed me how to fill empty gun shells, and cap them off with a bullet. After showing me what to do the guard walked up some stairs where he could monitor the whole room. 

With a smirk on my face, I searched my memory for details on the specific making of these shells...particularly ways to make them malfunction. I can safely say that not a single shell I was forced to make that day was capable of firing. 

As I sat making these shells, I felt someone's eyes upon me. It was a woman, about eighteen years old from the looks of it. She was really quite beautiful, despite the lack of body she had from not eating. Her blue-green eyes were still bright with emotion and feeling, unlike most of the people here. I stole a quick glance at her and as I glanced my cerebral computer analyzed what she would look like normally. She would have long wavy thick brunette hair and her body would be a perfect hourglass shape. I must admit, it was hard to keep my mind off of that portrayal of her.

As I looked at her, she smiled warmly. I can't ever remember a smile that made me more welcome than the one she gave me that day. "What is your name?" she asked quietly. 

"Andrew" I replied, "Yours?" 

"Casey" she answered with another smile. 

"Nice to meet you Casey," I said as I returned to my thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder...what could happen if I were to free these people? With planning I could easily do it...but I couldn't risk creating a time rift...

"Are you a Jew?" Casey asked with a curious look on her face."No... I'm afraid I'm not." I answered. By this time, everyone in the room was listening to our conversation. 

"Then why have you been brought here?" she asked. 

I took a moment to think of an answer that wouldn't tell them too much. "I was not brought here...but came here by accident." I answered. She looked confused, but thankfully didn't ask for details. As I watched her sitting there, I felt something that I can't rightfully explain... "What is your last name?" I asked. 

She looked puzzled at first, but after a moment, she answered, "Teller". At this point I ran a mental search of my memory banks. I had all of the knowledge up till my time period and beyond stored on my cerebral computer, and I ran a search of the people that had not survived that massacre. Her name was on the list!! She was not going to survive this... I looked up to find her staring at the floor. I could save her...she leaves the timeline anyway! I put that thought to the back of my mind...I had other matters to deal with.

"Has anyone ever tried to escape?" I asked. 

She looked up sharply her face displaying her unease, "What are you thinking?!" 

"I'm thinking that I'm not going to stay here." I answered. 

She grabbed my arm, and said, "You can't try to escape, you just can't! The guards would kill you before you got even ten feet from the fence!" 

"Casey, you don't understand, I can't stay here." I said. As we spoke I was drawing up plans to the camp from my memory banks. With the maps came building schematics, which didn't help me due to their lack of escape routes.

'I would have to do this the hard way', I thought to myself. All I needed to do was get to my backpack...then I could get us out of here......"Us"? I was already thinking it...I was already planning to take her with me...but what would that mean? I knew what could happen if I changed the timeline...but how could one doomed girl change the timeline? Perhaps her name on the list was a confirmation that I was to take her with me. As I looked back up at her, I saw the frightened look on her face. "Everything will be alright...I promise." I said quietly. She went back to looking at the floor, as I began planning my escape.

Later that evening after soup (if you could call it that) we shuffled back to our hut, Casey caught up and walked next to me. "What are you going to do?" she asked me.  "I'm not entirely sure yet...but I want you to come with me..." I said. She looked frightened, but I assured her nothing would happen to her. "I have ways of getting past guards, before they can even get a single shot off at us." I said. She looked at me questioningly, but again didn't ask.

"I hope you're not afraid of working, because that is all we do here" she said as we reached the door of the shack. 

"I figured you might say that. I heard that they put you to work in these camps." I said. 

"You knew about these camps before you came here?" she said. 

"Of course, the Nazi Concentration Camps are common knowledge." I said without thinking. 

"You speak of these camps...as if...as if they were a thing of the past rather than actually happening." she said to me in a downcast way. 

"That is because...to me...they ARE a thing of the past." I whispered. 

"I knew it...I couldn't believe it at first, but it must be true...your not from this time...are you?" she said silently. "I saw you appear in the courtyard...I was lying in bed staring into the darkness like I usually do at night when you appeared. I've never anything like that before...the bright light...your clothing..." she said slowly. 

"Your right...I'm not from your time, though I seem to have landed here." I replied. "If you are serious about running away, I would like to come with you." Casey said quietly. 

"I can't promise I'll be much help, but I will try. When where you planning to try...?" she asked.

"Tonight." I replied simply. She then quietly disclosed to me where to find her after hours...

Later that evening after lockdown, I set my plan into motion. After everyone was asleep I stalked my way over to the door to take a look at what I was dealing with. I counted...three guards...only one of which was able to see me move across the courtyard. With a few whispered words the door was open and I was on my way. From where I was it was no problem to make my way over to the barracks where Casey was forced to stay.  I placed my hand on the door and whispered several words, then heard the click that told me the door was unlocked. I crept over to Casey's bed and woke her up with a finger over my mouth to tell her to be quiet. Together we quietly made our way towards the door. 

Once back outside we slowly made our way down the stairs and past the guard who was sound asleep. As we walked across the courtyard, trying to make use of the shadows, I felt Casey's hand tightly squeeze mine. We hid underneath the edge of one of the other huts for a few moments while a guard walked by quietly patrolling his designated area. I looked back and saw the fear in Casey's eyes. I smiled in order to reassure her that everything was ok. She smiled back, and stopped squeezing my hand as hard. As the guard turned a corner and walked out of sight, we moved on until we reached the General's quarters where Casey broke her silence. "What are we doing here?" she asked in a frightened whisper. 

"I have to get my belongings...we'll never make it out of here without them." I silently replied.

"Wait under here." I whispered as I helped her under the stairs. Once more whispering with my palm on the door, I unlocked to it and entered the room they had used to interrogate me the night before. Only two doors were present in the room, the one I came in from and one tiny wooden door at the back behind the general's desk. Only one guard was on duty that I could see and he was close enough to sleeping that it didn't take a lot of prompting before he was subdued completely. I very gently opened the door to reveal a long corridor. I slowly made my way along it, and as I passed a door, a guard walked through it. 

There was nothing for it...I punched him as hard as I possibly could in his stomach, and he fell backwards into the room which he had come from. I jumped on him as he took a steadying breathe, clearly intending to yell for help. A few more solid punches to his face left him completely unconscious. 

I waited a few moments, expecting alarms to begin sounding...but I heard only silence. I got up and continued moving silently along the corridor until I reached a door clearly labeled, "General Teufel". I used my cerebral computer to enhance my vision so that I could see through the thin wood that made up the door. I saw all of my things, piled in the corner opposite the general's bed. 'Good, he hasn't tampered with anything' I thought to myself. I slowly opened the door and made my way over to my things. I quickly changed into my normal clothes and put my backpack on.

As I turned towards the door, I heard movement behind me. I slowly turned back around to see the general standing behind me with his Luger pointed at me. "Somehow I knew you'd try to escape." he said simply. "I was hoping you'd give me a good reason to shoot you."  

"Go ahead and try, you damn Nazi ass!" I threw at him. My taunt did nothing to ease his anger. I slowly raised my hand and held it before me and closed my eyes, and started whispering furiously. 

He simply laughed, "Am I supposed to be afraid?" He advanced a few steps before he fired...a dull click is all I ever heard from his gun. He looked down at his pistol astonished that it had not fired. Before he could even react, he was laying on the floor stunned. I stood there, still holding my stunner. Upon reflection, I could easily have killed him...and maybe I should have but something told me he had a part to play in history that I had better not interfere with.

Not wasting anymore time, I raced back down the hallway, past the guards that were still lying in slumber, and back outside. I grabbed Casey and pulled her into the middle of the courtyard as several guards ran towards us. Several shots were fired, but none ever went more than ten feet, before falling harmlessly to the ground. I hugged Casey close to me and in another blinding flash of white light the Nazi's would never see us again.



Destiny



Nadia walked into the cold, dimly lit dungeon like room. The dampness hung in the air like a heavy stench suffocating anyone in its path. Water leaked from the ceiling, dripping onto the stony floor making it colder than it should have been. She never would have known about this place if she hadn't overheard the girls in the locker room mumbling about a guy they had tied up for eight days. The knowledge made her gasp, but she was careful to make sure no-one heard her. How could they do such a disgusting thing to a human being?! She wasn't sure if she wanted to know the reason, but had to find out. Anything could happen to this guy and if he was guilty of a crime she was unaware of, then these girls were not authorised to take the punishment into their own hands. 

She vaguely knew the place they had talked about; it had always made her uncomfortable, but now she had to overcome her fear and 'save' this person. Now she was looking for him. She could hear a faint moan from the distance and realised it was where he must be. Nadia walked towards the faint sound holding the torch as steady as her hand could hold it.

As she walked closer the sound died down causing her to hurry towards him. There against the cold pillar was the body of a young man tied securely. He lay slumped with his head down. Nadia knelt next to him and took hold of his chin to look closer at his face. Her eyes widened at his state. He was filthy, unshaved, cuts and faint bruises all over his hands and face; he must've given quite a struggle before being tied down like a dog. 

"Water" was the only word he managed to mouth before hanging his head down again. Nadia with her fumbling hands quickly managed to give him the water that she always carried with her. He gulped it down thirstily before she began to cut the knots using the pocket knife she'd brought with her, and using all her strength somehow managed to stand him up using herself as a leaning support. With all her might she managed to drag his body over to the door before being forced to set him against the wall to get her breath back. Luckily her car was parked close by so just another three minutes and she could get him into the car. 

She debated with herself whether to take him to the police, hospital or nurse him back herself. She finally decided that she could nurse him herself, at least until she found out why he had landed himself in such a state, somehow she found the strength in her to pull him to the side of her car and put him inside.

*****

For a slim guy he sure was heavy to carry, but with no-one to help Nadia was left with little choice. Finally she managed to get him onto her spare bed. He looked awful in the dim light of her room and it seemed he was burning up with a fever. She quickly began to undress him in order to put a cold compress on his forehead and feet, she had to ignore the smell of unwashed flesh but that was understandable given the ordeal he had gone through. The least she could do was to wash him thoroughly, she thought, but that itself was going to be a difficult task as she had never had to do this to anyone other than herself. She walked into her bathroom to run hot water whilst gathering a cloth and soap. Being careful not to spill the bowl she walked back in a laid it on the table next to the bed. 

The quicker she undressed him the quicker she could wash--that was her way of dealing with the situation. Using a pair of scissors, she cut away his shirt and pants; at least they weren't soiled, but of no use either. Next came his underwear. She didn't even think about it. Suddenly she realised that there in front of her was a naked man--a dream come true. Holding back a laugh she dipped the cloth into the bowl and rubbed the soap onto it before bringing it to his chest, and arms. She methodically worked her way down to his legs before gently turning him over and starting with his back washing away a weeks worth of dried shit and piss. Once that was done she had to deal with his penis. Turning him over again she started with lifting his flaccid member and washing the whole area as delicately as she could. To her surprise his dick began to stiffen slightly but luckily for her she was done before it rose to full mast. She was too tired to be fascinated with this naked man. 

The smell was practically gone and as far as she was concerned it would have to do. Nadia went to back into the bathroom to empty the bowl and refill it with cold water. Rinsing the cloth thoroughly, she used it to wash his neck and face. He mumbled incomprehensible words but Nadia knew that was the fever, she then put a cold compress against his forehead and feet then using a thin sheet to cover him before going to take a quick shower herself. 

Making sure he was as comfortable as could be given the state he was in, she put on new cold compresses again before slipping into bed next to him. Waiting was all she could do to see how he was in the morning. Two hours and still no change, sleep began to overtake her senses, barely being able to keep her eyelids open, she fell asleep. 

*****

Five days later Nadia was woken up by a soft moaning sound, it sounded like the fever had broke through. He was covered in sweat and shivering. Quickly she got up and began to wash him again with the warm damp cloth and pulled the sheet over his body. The worst was over--so far. He needed plenty of rest and good food if was ever to get his strength back. 

Padding off to the kitchen Nadia began to make breakfast before she could start on making chicken soup. Warm sweet tea with bread and honey was just what he needed and she fancied. She hadn't eaten since yesterday evening and her stomach was grumbling as a reminder. 

As she walked into her room, the guy was shaking his head as if attempting to escape from a bad dream. Running over to him, she woke him up, his eyes barely opened and there in front of him was an angel gazing down at him, all in white. "Shh, you're having a bad dream. Go back to sleep" as if on command he did just that. His body was too worn down. 

Three hours had lapsed when Nadia attempted to waken the stranger. With some persuasion she succeeded. He opened his eyes slowly trying to adjust to the bedroom light-though not bright, he had been confined to darkness for two weeks so anything stronger than the dark burnt his eyes slightly. His head felt too heavy to sit up, and then that's when he noticed a figure in the room; the angel. 

Nadia approached him and sat down. "I'm Nadia, how are you feeling?"

"Where am I?" he asked bewildered. 

"In my room. I rescued you. Do you remember anything?" she asked rinsing the damp cloth once again to wipe his face and neck. 

"Not much, but how did you find me? I had lost all hope after those crazy women left me tied up. Are you with them?" he asked suspiciously, watching her every move as she drew closer to clean him. 

"No. I just was lucky enough to overhear their conversation and went to investigate for myself. I couldn't believe my eyes, but that doesn't matter right now, you need food and rest and.............a good wash. Do you have strength to get something into your stomach? I've brought you tea with bread and honey, and I have also make soup as you are best off eating liquids at the moment. By the way you still haven't told me who you are". 

"Nathan. My name is Nathan", pulling himself into a sitting position so that he could eat something. The smell of the tea and honey made his mouth water. He practically snatched the food off the plate and gulped everything including the hot tea in one go. Under the circumstances it was understandable but it looked weird too. 

"Well Nathan, do you think you can leave the bed for a shower?" she asked holding some towels in her hand. "Is it that bad?" he asked timidly. She blushed at his question and nodded. "I'll leave the towels here and clothes that I had in the cupboard. They belong to my brother and he's about your size" with that she left the room. 

Nathan slowly began to undress, his arms ached so much from being tied. His clothes were ruined completely worth throwing away. Taking the towels he headed for the shower. Nadia popped in as soon as she heard the water begin to run. Quickly she changed the bed sheets and left before he came out. 

*****

"Nadia right?" she nearly dropped the cup she was drying. The last thing she expected was for Nathan to be in the kitchen. 

"Yeah, how are you feeling?" She was now looking at him. He looked cute in her brother's jeans and t-shirt. She hadn't really studied him, but now that he was clean and shaven, he looked very appealing to the eye. His mousy brown hair which had been matted was now shiny and hanging loosely around his head. He was slim but masculine looking from what she remembered of last night. 

"Weak. I feel I have to sit down all the time", pulling out the chair he sat himself and began to fiddle with the sugar jar.

"That's understandable. I'm making pasta for lunch, hope that's ok. However what happened? I mean don't you want to speak with the police, I know who those girls are so it's not like it'd be difficult to find them" she asked. 

"I don't feel like talking about it" he snapped and quickly regretting it. "I'm sorry but right now I don't. Do you mind if I go back to bed till lunch is ready?" he asked getting up. "I'll call you when it's done" she smiled; she didn't take it to heart. Who knows she may have reacted the same way. The way she saw it was if he wanted to talk about, he would. 

Reaching the door Nathan turned around. "Who helped you?" He asked. 

"What do you mean?" sounding confused. 

"I mean who helped you that night and since?" his eyes narrowed at her. "No-one. I've been looking after you myself. My only problem was getting you into my place, other than that I've been bathing you, feeding you, looking after you, changing...." She never got to finish. His eyes widened at what he was hearing. This woman was amazing. 

"Thank you"! With that he left. 

Nadia remained silent, just watching him leave. This guy obviously seemed appreciative and that made her feel proud of herself and would've have done it again if she had to. 

***** 

Nathan opened his eyes as the smell of food hit his nose; beautiful and inviting. He'd been asleep for two hours, grateful for the shower and clothes. He got up and headed off to the kitchen, he was in desperate need of proper food after five days of liquids. He got up and followed the smell. There in the kitchen a table had been laid with salad and at the stove stood Nadia busily stirring away the food and making the final touches. She turned around when she heard him still down and smile before turning back to the food. 

"Sleep well? I hope you like what I've cooked. Spaghetti with sun-dried tomatoes, it's plain but I don't think you can stomach meat at the moment" taking the saucepan off the stove and bringing it to the table. "Honestly it smells delicious and I'm starved" he said before helping himself. 

"This is good, really good" he said with a mouthful. Never had food tasted so good and it really was; perfectly cooked and with just the right amount of seasoning. He finished the first plate fast before helping himself again. Nadia smiled, she was glad he liked it. As he began with his second helping he slowed down a little and looked across at Nadia. He began to study his saviour more closely. She was very sweet looking and had the possibility to be quite stunning maybe even sexy. Her dark hair was in many layers hanging just below her shoulders. She didn't look fragile or shy but more confident-different to what he was used to. One thing which was very noticeable was her bust. For a medium built woman it was quite generous, her top was already stretching because of it and he felt a familiar stirring in his dick. 

She broke his concentration when she asked "Would you like something to drink? Juice or water, you choose". "I'll have pineapple juice, thanks".

After lunch Nathan managed to dry the dishes, he wanted to be of some use, after all he'd been looked after and it was the least he could do. However his mind just wasn't focused, every time he remembered that horrible place. The whole thing was supposed to be a joke but it had turned into a nightmare. Those girls were women he had met in a club one night over a month ago and great one-night-stands, but he never thought they'd be capable of doing something so stupid as to leaving him there for ten days. At first it had been a game to tie him up and take turn fucking him. They regularly checked up and he was untied most of the time, but after the fifth day he'd been left alone. On the third day he'd given up hope until this incredible woman came along--and only by chance. How was he supposed to explain this to her? However, he plucked up the courage to explain; that was the least he could afford to do. 

"Nadia, we have to talk. We can't get the police involved 'cos there's something you should know," he started off. She was settling down on the couch in front of the television, but something in his voice made her stop reaching for the remote. As he began to tell her, she looked calm. When he finished she burst out laughing. "I'm sorry; it's just that it's incredible. I mean it's ironic yet disturbing. But on a more serious note, you're an idiot. What on earth possessed you to agree to such an elaborate plan? You could've died!" Her voice was very serious now. He could sense her concern and was grateful for it. 

"So what are you going to do now? Where do you live?"

"I'm kind of new in town and that's how I met those bitches on my first night here. So practically nowhere, really" he answered meekly. 

"Well since you're in no fit condition to move let alone leave this flat till you're stronger, you can stay with me. Until then, I'll do my best to look after you and help you get your life together, because I trust you--don't ask how or why, I just do". 

"Thank you Nadia--I really mean it. I promise to be looking for a place by the end of the week. By the way you mentioned a brother. What about him and your parents?"

"My brother and I were sharing this place until three months ago when he moved in with his fiancée, but my parents are living in the Far East for the time being, and hope to return by the end of the year. We're a close family. What about you?"

"I have a sister whose five years younger than myself, also engaged, and a brother whose two years my senior with a wife and a seven month old baby. I came here to continue my studies in Finance and Marketing, but they don't start till two months time". 

*****

Three months had gone by and Nathan was still living with Nadia. They had come to an arrangement, he helped her out with the bills and was a companion for her plus they got on really well. She too was a student, but was in a gap year and wanting to teach before she completed her degree. They both had a lot in common with only five years apart in age. 

*****

One night Nathan was in his room masturbating rigorously when he heard the front door open. Thank God his door had a lock, but his concentration was broken by the one woman who he fantasised. He heard her go to her room. Looking down at his dick it was half-mast only, mustering up the energy he was able to pull himself off his bed and reorganise his attire before he went to greet her. Suddenly Nadia felt a pillow hit the back of her head; she retaliated by throwing it back. Before they knew what was happening they were having a pillow-fight followed by Nathan's tackling her onto her back on the bed, and tickling her intensely. She had always been ticklish as a child and she couldn't stop laughing whilst avoiding his fingers. She wasn't aware at first that he's stopped, too intent on protecting herself, but when she opened her eyes she saw him looming down at her in a strange way. "What is it" she asked still giggling. Nathan reached forward and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and bent down placing a kiss on her forehead before getting off the bed. She could've sworn that she felt his hand on her breast. However she thought her imagination was running away with her and got up heading for a warm shower. 

Her breast felt so soft in his hand, her whole body did. His dick hardened at the memory and he decided to see where this could get to. He undressed himself and silently opened the bathroom door before closing it again. 

*****

Nathan could see her silhouette as she showered, however he wasn't here to admire her feminine assets. The shower stopped running, he just stood there waiting for her to draw the curtains and as she did, Nathan used this as means to step into the shower. Nadia nearly screamed had it not been for the hand that clamped tightly against her mouth. She was shocked to see him and in such strange circumstances, but somehow she managed to quiet down long enough for him to remove his hand. 

"What are doing here?" making no attempt to cover up-after all he was intruding on her privacy. 

"I wanted to see you. Now I can" he answered with a cheeky grin. 

"Nathan, please, couldn't you have waited?" she tried to push past him, but he gently pushed her back against the tiled wall, closing in on her. He stared at her intensely, she was truly beautiful and her good nature emphasised that even more. 

Nadia stared back; she could feel a blush coming on at being studied especially whilst naked. Her eyes widened as Nathan began stripping. "What are you doing, besides the obvious"? Nadia turned away from him feeling embarrassed. 

Nathan chuckled at her question. "I was thinking we'd shower together". 

"But I just finished....". 

"I'm just starting" he replied before he reached forward and started the shower again.

Nathan picked up the soap and lathered it before washing her back. She flinched at the first contact but relaxed immediately. His touch was so gentle taking care not to bruise her delicate skin. He moved his hands around, placing them over her ribs and moving down to her belly. He had moved in closely and now she could feel his semi-hardness against her ass. Nadia managed to turn around without losing her balance in the confined space they had, she trembled as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip before pulling her in close for a kiss. 

She opened her mouth more allowing the kiss to become more passionate as well as enabling his tongue to sneak in and brush against hers. Nadia practically melted in Nathan's strong arms, drawing him in as close as possible. This was as close as she had gotten with a man and she savoured every moment. Nathan pulled away from their kiss, but still held her in his arms using it as a perfect opportunity to explore her curves.

She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer, giving him access to touch her. She could feel her nipple hardening like little pebbles against his skin, the water made their bodies slick, making movement easier. His hand moved down, over her belly and dived between her thighs. She moaned at the initial contact urging him to do more. He obliged. His fingers ran across her slit before moving up to her partially excited clit which he gently squeezed, then used the pad of his thumb to rub it back and forth. 

Her moans were getting louder as she instinctively began to move her hips back and forth, she didn't realise her movements excited him more or drew his attentions to her nipples. She practically offered them to him by arching her back sharply when he bent his head down and took one into his mouth. He rubbed her a little more before returning to her slit which was slicker than before. 

"Touch me" he whispered. Taking her hand from his neck and guiding it down to his fully erect member. He wrapped her delicate fingers around it and let her do the rest. Nadia experimentally began to rub his length gently before moving up to the glans and just using the pad of her thumb to massage it. 




Destiny



"Good girl, just like that", he moaned before pushing a finger into her. She was tight, really tight and hot. He couldn't remember making love to a woman this responsive before. He pushed the tip of his finger in and out quickly driving her mad with his teasing and bucking to get more in. he smiled at this. 

Her hand around him intensified and made him want release from this sweet torture. Taking her hand away, he placed it back around his neck and kissed her more passionately than before taking his cock in hand and lining it up with her entrance. He had to lift her left leg to get better and more comfortable access before he slid just the tip inside. Moaning as she pulled away from his mouth, "what's that?" she asked innocently. "Shhh, don't worry it's just my glans inside. Relax and enjoy", he moved in for a kiss. 

Nadia began to panic, she had been so wrapped in the sensations her body was experiencing to Nathan's touches, that she almost forgot the position she'd be placed in if had allowed it to continue-which it had. "But I....", she never got to finish her sentence, as he was too wrapped up in his own world of pleasure. Holding onto her hip and shoulder, he pushed in hard pulling her towards him at the same time. With his one movement he broke through her hymen claiming her virginity. 

She threw her head back in pain before dropping it forward and biting down hard on his shoulder. Oblivious to her actions, Nathan continued to push into her body harder and harder, faster and faster. She felt hot, wet and tight all in one. His mouth travelled towards her throat where he feasted upon it as his climax drew nearer and nearer. She didn't protest; the pain was starting to fade into a dull ache. She held onto his neck tightly as his movements became a little rougher and she guessed he was close to coming. Her emotions were in a turmoil, she'd just lost her virginity to a guy she fancied, but he seemed totally oblivious, yet the sensations he had created earlier had made it almost forgiving. 

Then she felt it. A gush of hot liquid being released into her unprotected womb and him crushing her against the wall to the point where she thought her oxygen supply would be cut off. Just as she was about to push him off, he moved away, pulling out of her excruciatingly slowly. She felt disappointment. She hadn't climaxed and now he was finished. 

Nathan slumped against the other wall, eyes closed and breathing heavily. She had felt better than he'd imagined. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice her turn the shower off and leave him. Opening his eyes slowly he realised she wasn't there and that's when he noticed it. Blood. Her blood, being drained. What an idiot!! She had all the signs of a virgin yet he had been so blind. He began to panic, what if he'd raped her and she was too scared to protest. Grabbing the nearest towel, he wrapped it around his waist and ran after her. 

She was already in bed with her back facing towards him. "Nadia are you ok? I didn't know, I swear it". 

"Just go away. Please" was her reply, he could the tears and sadness in her voice and for once he respected her and went to his bedroom. Tears flowed down her face faster than she could stop. As far as she was concerned all men were bastards, that one moment of magic was torn away from his initial trust. At least he had acknowledged it, so maybe they weren't as stupid as she was always led to believe by her friends. 

Eventually her eyelids grew heavy and the discomfort in her vagina became bearable enough to fall asleep with. 

*****

The dull ache was still there when Nadia opened her eyes, it reminded her of her monthly cycles. A chill ran over her body-they hadn't used any form of protection. This was so unfair, why did her first time have to be such a burden instead of an experience that was meant to be looked back on fondly. She'd have to get one of those 72 hour emergency pills just to be on the safe side. MEN!!!

*****

Nathan tossed and turned all night. He couldn't stop replaying the whole scene in his head over and over again. He felt sick to his stomach, he had come to care for this girl deeply and instead of making her first time unforgettable he'd probably achieved making it forgettable. He had to find a way of making it up to her. 

*****

Three days had passed; three awkward days. Nadia spent most of it avoiding him, it was easier on her but at the same time it felt weird since they had both grown so close and fond of each other, and yet one incident had ruined their friendship. A long hot relaxing bath was what she needed. A whole mixture of emotions had been stirred from deep within her, she wasn't sure how to make the first move even though it was painfully clear that every attempt to speak with her on his side had resulted to polite conversation. His remorse was evident in his voice and facial expression-that was a comfort to know, it seemed man were not total assholes after all. 

*****

Just as she was about to get dressed she heard her bedroom door handle turn. Without thinking she did the first thing that came into the mind and was to jump into her bed and pull the sheets over her naked body. In walked as naked as the day he was born Nathan. Her eyes widened at the scene before her. "You're naked" she managed to muster. 

"I want to show you how it can be between a man and a woman. That night I was such an idiot. I'll make you forget-that I promise" he said smiling. 

"Oh my God Nathan what are you trying to do to my mind", but before she could move he reached out and pulled the sheets away from her clasping hands before running his hands over her breasts, weighing the firm mounds and teasing the rosy pink tips until they tautened. He sat down on the bed pushing her back down against her pillow before taking one nipple into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue before moving onto the other. He kept doing this for a while before sitting back and watching the wet trails he had left on her. His desire was now very evident as it pressed intimately against her belly making Nadia blush making her innocence more desirable than ever before. 

Moving down her body in small kisses he paid extra attention to her neglected nipples. Using his tongue to swirl and flick at them, before using his lips as tiny suctions. Once satisfied with his thorough work he continued down until he was kneeling before her. Her soft thighs looked so inviting that he couldn't resist parting them and letting his gaze fall upon her lush pink folds. He reached out to peel her pussy lips back and slip his middle finger into her hot spongy flesh. She was now very much aroused, but he wanted to arouse her even more until she was on the brink of becoming delirious. She held her breath as he leaned forward to trace the length of her slit with the tip of his tongue then slid inside to swirl it around. Her juices began to flow out faster and her constant moaning indicated to him that she was enjoying his every touch. 

He pushed his tongue out to move up to her neglected clit where he flicked it before taking it between his lips and sucking down hard. He relentlessly continued to use his tongue and the light grazing of his teeth against the pulsing nub to draw more moans from the pit of her belly. He drew her legs over his shoulders and she instinctively wrapped them around his neck and drew himself further into her, never wanting to end her sweet torture. However she was so close that it was hard to hold it off any longer. He sensed her orgasm was close and jabbed his tongue into her with sharp stabs before she arched her hips and bucked hard against his mouth as she came. He began to drink her essence whilst pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt for what seemed like an eternity before it began to recede. Once he pulled out, he moved back and bent his head down to devour her swollen breasts with his lips and tongue, before heading for those beckoning lips of her's. She welcomed the taste of herself on his lips. 

She shuddered as his hand ran down to her hips and his fingertips sunk into the soft flesh dragging her hard up against him whilst she locked her arms around his neck. She bit her lips as she felt him hard and demanding pressed up against the opening of her vagina. Using his hand he took hold of himself and guided it in very slowly. He wanted to make this as pleasurable for her as it would be for him. He pushed himself inside her slowly. Her pussy was trying to fight against his intrusions by pushing him out, but he relentlessly tried until ever so slowly he was fully embedded to the hilt in her heat. 

She could feel him stretching her almost to splitting point around his thick shaft as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, stretching her snug walls painfully around him. He was large, and she was incredibly tight, although she was wet and swollen from her orgasm he felt impossibly huge inside her. 

"Are you ok" he asked her in a very concerned voice. She nodded and pushed her hips upward experimentally. A surge of pleasure shot through her body. He took this as a sign that he was not hurting her and began to pull out until just the tip was inside before pushing back into her again, slowly. The speed was a torture for him as all he wanted to do was drive into hard and fast, but he knew that it was too soon and that it would make him selfish like he was the last time with her. 

She bit her lips as pleasure began to surge through her very being. His fingers slid down to her lush, pink petals, to gently caress her already swollen clit. She was moaning around him. His skilful fingers and his hard cock moved in union with her pussy, sending her over the edge. Never before had love-making been so intense for him, he wanted to savour every moment and had the urge to please his partner in the process. He increased the force of his thrusts, impaling her fully on his cock over and over again, sliding in and out of her slick pussy with growing ease, as her desire increased. She came on his hard cock, her tight pussy clenched around him. Watching a woman orgasm was sexy and it triggered off his own. He pushed in one last time before spurting his come deep inside of her again, before coming to rest inside of her.

"Is it always like this?" she asked meekly, panting from her own climax. "No sweetheart, it just gets better" he replied before pulling out and wrapping her in his arms, legs entwined and stroking her belly as sleep overtook the exhausted lovers.



Destiny



Many thought they have experimented with the idea of love and sex but never felt the passion another can give. Is there really anyone out there that can give both to another and the same back? Sometimes thinking there is no hope and just wanting to give up, all emotions are pushed aside and just go on with life as best as they could. 

Until one night, everything changed and she would never be the same again when she met him. He had piercing hazel eyes and a voice that just melted her away with bliss. Even though they only talked once in awhile with small talk she could not fight the feeling she had inside her that something was about to happen. Not knowing he had his sight on her for a while, he finally gave in for a night they would never forget. 

They go back to his house wanting each other like no other before. As the woman walks over towards the couch, she sits next to the edge, focusing her eyes on him. He walks towards her; she can see his eyes slowly looking up and down her silky white long legs, as she is wearing a short black silk skirt. He notices her thin white top is unbutton half way exposing her breast while her long dark hair gently sits upon her chest heaving slowly. He slowly sits next to her, looking upon her red wet lips half way open. They look into each other's eyes, he notices her eyes get brighter with anticipation as she bites down on her lower lip. He leans forward into her, grabbing her by the hair gently pulling her head back exposing her long white neck. He gently kisses the nape of her neck as they lean onto the couch. 

He puts his hand slowly up her skirt feeling her soft silky thighs, his lips start going up to her lips and they begin to kiss. She pulls him in tighter, her chest heaving rapidly and faster as her heart is pounding, while her hands start slowly going up his shirt. He suddenly stops and smiles, while still staring into her eyes, he takes off his shirt. As he is taking off his shirt, she slowly moves her hands up his thighs. He leans back onto her; he starts to feel every inch of her wet moist lips with his tongue. When he starts to feel her chest moving rapidly, she moves her hands to the middle of his back scraping her nails gently up and down his spine. He slowly lifts up his head, starring into her eyes with concern saying, "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." She gives him a smile with ease then gently whispers in his ear, "I know . . . But I want to." 

Giving a small grin, he gently lifts her up into his arms holding her tightly. She wraps her legs around his waist putting her arms around his neck, while sliding one of her hands through his short dark hair. Walking towards his bedroom, their tongues intertwine taking each of their ever-lasting breath of passion. As he lays her onto the bed, her nails lightly massages his neck then glides her hand into his hair. As he starts slowly unbuttoning her blouse exposing her black lace bra that lefts her breast with mass abundance. He takes off the bra revealing her soft flourished pink nipples; his hands begin caressing her breast turning them into hard candy for him to savor. As he notices her heart starts to race he wets his lips then begins tantalizing her nipple with pleasure that sends electrified shocks through her body. 

As he starts to rise, she could feel him pulsing and throbbing between her legs; she pulls him in tighter while grinding into him. Lifting up his head he slowly starts kissing her neck gently and softly gliding his tongue down her neck. All the while, he hears her blood racing and pulsing through her veins as she breathes heavy giving a slight moan. She gently tugs onto his hair as her other hand slides down his back then between his legs. She unbuttons his pants with pure delight, while his hand slowly goes up her thigh grabbing her black thong slowly slipping it down. As he is taking them off his soft warm tongue makes way down her neck passing her bosom where he gets to her navel. He kisses her stomach while sliding off her silk skirt.

He slightly lifts up his head giving her a little smile, gently spreading her thighs apart. She bites down on her lower lip as his soft warm tongue glides down working his way between her legs. Soon his mouth moves below as his tongue stirred mind-numbing waves of bliss. She gives a slight moan as she arches her back; she reaches down pulling tight on his hair. Captivated with her enriched secretions he is spellbound with the sweet aroma and taste of her nectar. With her body trembling and throbbing she burst out with a loud cry thinking she cannot remember the last time she felt such ecstasy. 

As her body relaxes, he gently kisses the inside of her thigh while his mind is still light and intoxicated lifts up. Staring into each other's eyes, she squeezes him with her legs and sits up. She reaches between his legs griping his firm hard member. She licks her lips and grabs him behind his head with her other hand pulling him closer. He could feel her warm breath whisper gently into his ear she softly says; "Now it's my turn." She bites mildly on his ear and glides her tongue down his neck down to his chest. He feels her nails lightly glide on his back while she firmly grips him, sensually stroking. She looks up and smiles then licks her lips; he can feel her wet warm lips and the softness of her tongue, while she takes all of him in. Sliding her mouth and hand up and down, periodically gazing up at him moaning with pleasure. She moves her other hand slowly on to his thigh up to his testicles fondling them ever so gently. While she starts to suck hard and gently, she slowly licks all the way up and down, using her tongue to titillate the tip. She can hear him softly moaning with delight and pleasure, which excites her even more. Still holding and caressing him she moves her mouth towards his testicles licking and sucking them with pure delight. He gives out a loud pleasurable moan of satisfaction feeling the warmth of her mouth enjoying every inch of him. While she gazes up at him, he grabs onto her hair pulling her away before he bursts out.

He leans himself onto her, consumed with pure passion, he lowers her back onto the bed. She wraps her legs around him, as he runs his hands over her smooth, creamy breast. While she arches her back, he puts her nipple into his mouth biting down gently, as she moans he slides his finger inside of her passageway feeling her warmth of excitement. Gazing upon him licking his finger, tasting her juices, she grips on to the back of his head as he works his way back to her soft wet lips sliding his tongue deep into her mouth.

As she starts to wonder what he will do next to her, he takes her right there as she gives out a loud cry, every stroke robbing her of breath, driving her up giving her no pause. She breaths softly in his ear while her soft moist tongue caresses his lower ear lob as he gently kisses her shoulder. Their bodies start to heat up while blood is rushing through their veins; she grabs him tightly and close moving her hips into him. Her body starts to tremble as he grabs her hands and pulls them up over her head. He grips down on her wrist tightly; she is pinned down without any control giving into every inch of him. While she grips her legs around him firmly and tightly, he bites down on her neck. Before his control can slip he lets go of her wrist sliding his hands down her arms straight towards her pink hard nipples. He gives a glance at her trembling lips while he lifts her up and guides her on top of him.

She knew she was lost, that she would never be able to take another man like this again. He might be gone once her life returned to normal, but this moment would be enough, that she would never forget.

She grabs him slowly guiding him inside her warmth. She softly moans with delight, he pulls her in close to his lips as their tongues touch. Her body trembles feeling him take over every inch of her soul. He grabs her velvety tiny waist propelling, indulging, excessively into him; he feels her moist warmth throbbing with extreme pleasure. The ecstasy of his passion was more than she can bare while she bites firmly on his lower lip. The warmness of her tongue glides down until she finds his nipple, lightly biting the tip. He gives out a slight moan while she reaches behind, taking a hold of his testicles, fondling them mildly. His breaths becoming more intense with anticipation while she finally feels her whole body intoxicated with the trembling of ecstasy for the first time in her life, they climax together with an explosion that has never been.



Destiny



He didn't know the exact moment it occurred. The first time he sensed that there was something special about this lady. Just the thought of her lured him closer. There was something that would lessen his innate shyness and make him forget that she was not a part of his world. Smiling he thinks not yet, not just yet. 

He felt as if he were divided between doing the right thing or satisfying that hunger for the feelings in his soul. The conversations were innocent at first, casual and easy chatting of two people getting to know each other. They shared common ideals, wishes and dreams. But at some point his feelings altered. He went from genuine concern for her well being to wanting to affect that well being, in a positive manner. Something deeper than conversation could quench. But their common circumstances dictated their relationship should go no further. However much they needed the joy and stimulation of something far greater.

Whenever he talked to her, spent a few moments with her, he felt a stimulating and delightful sense of arousal that her simple presence caused. They should simply depart from each others company and not complicate their lives. However, as time went on it was impossible to do so, to do so would deny the stars exist or the moon rise for lovers. This yearning for her mere presence was a storm brewing in his very soul. He took refuse in the anonymity of numbers and he hid among the many. 

On that fateful afternoon he went downtown to take care of some mundane business, the very reason escaped him. She was window shopping along Main Street as he was going to his car. Pleasantries were exchanges and they strolled down the street. Her window shopping was forgotten, the warm sun and pleasant company had seen to that. As it always seemed to happen when she was near, mild flirtations, friendly smiles and a feigned frown every now and then marked their conversations. 

Asking her where her car was parked he learned that she had been dropped off and that she was going to call a neighbor to come and get her. She hated driving downtown and hated finding a parking space worse. But she loved the old shopping section and visited there often. Without thinking, or was it something subliminal, he offered her a ride home and was pleasantly surprised with the ease at which she accepted. The ride home was a bit awkward for him but her light conversation put him at ease. Pulling in her driveway he noted the absence of another car. Her response was that her car was in the garage and the other car that was usually there wasn't. Not wanting to walk on those egg shells, he exited his side. Opening her door he was about to wish her a good day when she asked if he would like to come in and have a cool drink. He remembered he stammered rather than spoke but the answer was yes. 

Following her up the steps to the front door first he noticed how well her shorts accentuated her form, her smooth legs, in proportion to the whole frame and how incredibly sexy she walked. He covered these thoughts with light banter about the neighborhood and such. He did notice she scanned the whole street from one side to the other with a measured intent. Once inside she turned to him and with a sweep of her arm motioned him in. It was at that instant that he realized how incredibly sensuous she was. He had always appreciated the latent eroticism of her mind but now he saw a convergence of mind and body into one wonderfully sexy person. It was if he were seeing the whole of her for the first time. She is slightly shorter than average height and it belied the energy her dark eyes foretold. 

She ushered him to the kitchen where the drinks waited and suddenly stopping short. He nearly bumped into her. Turning around she is almost uncomfortably close. Uncomfortable that is for someone else, he wanted to be even closer. She asked something about the type of drink he fancied but he didn't hear. He was drinking in her beauty and had no use for liquid. Instinctively she understood that he had other things on his mind and she flushed a slight red in the cheeks. However, she didn't move or speak, or look away. Her only move was to sweep her hair aside and stand her ground. Leaning forward he kissed her, touching her only with his lips, his hands never touching her. She pressed back against his lips and he heard an ever so slight moan. Standing straight she wheeled around and continued her banter from the exact place she stopped, neither acknowledging nor denying that the short kiss had occurred. 

Walking into the kitchen, she sensed a yearning within, feelings she hadn't had in quite sometime. Dismissing the sensations as foolishness, she opened the refrigerator door and peered within. "Hmmm, coke, iced tea, or lemonade" she said, as much to herself as to him. His mind is still a bit flustered, not sure if she approved or rejected the incident occurring just seconds ago, "iced tea" will do fine. "It has no sweetener, but I do use fresh mint."

"Just the way I like it," he said. When she turned to hand him the cold tea she had a smile that he'd never seen on her before. He was sure it was because of the tiny kiss but couldn't think of a way to follow up on that. She swept her hair over one ear and invited him to sit in the den. The room is large and airy with many places to sit but she suggested he sit on the overstuffed sofa. Instead of sitting he looked over at her with a soft smile captivated by what he had seen in her eyes. Wanting to make some sort of physical contact with her, he reached out his hand, indicating his desire for her to sit near him. Taking the proffered hand she glided next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said 'thank you'. "Are you always so mannerly?" she asked. A bit flustered he said "of course."

"Well, the operative part of mannerly is 'man'" she said. That was a signal to him to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply, tasting her lips, touching her tongue.

The first kiss, the first real kiss, lasted an entirety. Deep and heart felt they both signaled the passion within. When at last parted, he tried to ease her onto the sofa but she resisted. Seeing the puzzled look in his eyes, she said "not just yet" and kissed him again just as deeply as the first, but with more ardor and passion. Without breaking the kiss he could feel her hands on the buttons of his shirt. Now he understood and taking his lead from her, he did the same to her blouse. Their heads were swaying from side to side as if they were trying to drive their tongues deeper. When he reached her shorts he continued unbuttoning, as she unbuckled his belt. Her zipper was quickly opened and he hooked his thumbs in the seam and slowly eased her shorts over her lovely butt. She had his zipper down and was doing the same to his pants. Her shorts and his pants hit the ground at the same time. She, while still kissing, nudged him easily to the side as they stepped free of their lower garments. Taking the blouse by the collar and down the shoulders, it was away and free, as easily as she pulled his shirt way. 

They kissed the kiss of lovers, no hurry, no urgency; they both knew where they were going but wanted to enjoy the journey as much as the destination. Standing back she said to him, "Well, have a seat." Sitting quickly, she remained standing and said to him, "Wow you're a slow starter, but know how to accelerate when you need to." He had a guilt pang and asked if it was alright to be here like this. She eased his mind with the kind of shoos they give children with small fears. He quit his half hearted protests and looked at her standing there. 

She was the essence of beauty, perfectly proportioned form, with dark alluring eyes, lips that formed a pout, smooth skin, and a marvelous ass. She knew he was drinking her in and struck a sort of posed for a second, allowing him more time to take it all in. Than she said, "It has been a long time since a man looked at me that way." He started to say something and she hushed him. She sat on the cocktail table across from him and raised his leg up to remove his shoes, at that he picked her leg up to do the same. That being finished, she put her arms around her back and her bra was deftly gone. They were naked save her panties and his shorts.

Then she sat next to him and they kissed, long, deep and hard. His hands were kneading her back and her hands were on his legs. As he worked his hands around to her chest, her hands worked up and inside. Breaking the kiss he nuzzled into her neck, nibbling and licking the smooth flesh. With slight moans she was signaling him she wanted more. His tongue blazed a trail down her chin and over her breast. Laying her back he let his tongue draw circles around her breast in ever small rings. Finally he found the nipple and touched it with his tongue, while his hand found the same area on the other breast. She let out an audible but muffled scream and he knew she was on fire. Her hand was gliding across his groin and found his rock hard flesh. Feeling him through the thin cloth wasn't what she wanted, so she slipped her hand under the band and her hand curled around his member. He jerked involuntarily to the warm gentle touch and could feel her using her thumb to circle the tip, wet with precum.

They still had some clothing to remove so he stood and slipped his shorts off; all the while she was looking at him. All she said was "nice, very nice" causing a hint of redness in his face. Reaching down he slipped her panties off as she raised her ass to ease the way. After they were gone he eased himself to his knees and his head to her thighs, gazing into her eyes he slowly lowered his head and started licking the smooth skin of the inner area. As he was working his way up she was sighing and totally enrapt. But then she lifted her head and said, "I know where you going, and I'd love you to do that, as much as I'd like to have you in my mouth, but could we do that later. For right now make love to me, make wonderful love. I want you deep inside me, I want to feel every vein."

He must have looked puzzled, so she told him "don't worry, we'll get to all that later, JUST please put it in." Moving one leg over I knelt in between her legs and pulled her hips closer, her head was upright on the sofa back and her ass was just over the edge of the cushions. Positioning his cock at the dripping lips he eased forward, as she grabbed his hips and forced a full thrust on the first penetration. He was amazed at her strength and her desire, repositioning his knees as to not lose contact. Easing out and thrusting in meeting her hips pushing back. 

She screamed and laughed at once, reveling in the act. They continued thrusting at each other for only a sort time when she screamed even louder, this time with no laugh and seized his hips like a vice, moaning she was cumming, and holding him close. He saw passion and lust in her eyes and a kind of gnarl on her lips. Wanton animal passion was being released and she was going to have it all. What seemed like hours was only seconds and she started thrusting again. Seeing her like this only heightened his passions and all too soon he let loose too, filling her with the white hot liquid of his balls. After draining him with her vaginal muscles he was spent.

He didn't remember exactly how but he found himself in her arms cuddling on the wide sofa. Kissing her deeply and wanting to enfold her. Some things were said back and forth about how good that was, how easy it was to satisfy each other and so on. Then he mentioned it was a fortunate stroke of fate that they ran into each other earlier that day. He'll never forget the mischievous grin that came to her face. Her nose crinkled up and she had a devilish twinkle in her eyes. 

She told him she wasn't shopping today, she spotted him walking down town while she was riding with a friend, and she had that friend drop her at the corner, not far from where they met. At that instant he realized this was all her idea, it was he who was seduced and started to say so, when she covered his lips with a finger tip. "Does it matter how it happened? Besides, we have other matters to attend to" she said licking her lips," like exploring the oral aspects we both like." She than removed her finger tip from his lips and replaced it with her lips.



Destiny



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older. All characters are 18 or older.

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I'm a 55 year old widow who still looks pretty good. My figure is 36C-24-36 and still pretty firm. I weigh 130lbs which is only ten pounds more than I did in high school and that ten pounds is muscle. My hair is dirty blonde which is just starting to turn gray. I'm pretty tall for a woman - 5' 10". 

The main reason I still look pretty good is I take a Pilates class every week on Mondays. I really enjoy it and it's keeping me looking good. There are a couple of people near my age taking the class but most of the attendees are much younger. The real scenery at the Pilates class though are a couple of younger men who are really hot. Both have six packs and muscles everywhere. They are both around six foot tall. 

Watching them exercise gets my juices flowing. I haven't had much luck finding a man close to my age that I really like. I've tried everything including internet dating. I've dated a lot of guys in the past 10 years but haven't found that special someone. Each man I've dated seems to have some issues in one or more areas. The last guy was great. Independent and handsome but I found out the hard way that he had problems sexually. He admitted his problem isn't even treatable with Viagra or Cialis. Everything else about him was wonderful. I can't live without sex even if I'm getting oral or manual stimulation. I need a hard cock pounding into me, so sue me. 

Several guys had just the opposite issues. They were good in bed but one was looking for someone to support him, the second wanted to use a whip on me and the third was just a misogynistic asshole who thought he was God's gift to women who were placed on this planet to serve him. I am really getting tired of trying to find someone. If I didn't love sex so much, I'd give up totally. But I love everything about sex. 

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Last Monday night after the Pilates class, I was sitting in the coffee shop across the street from the gym drinking a caffeine free latte' and in walks one of the hotter than hell guys from the class. He waits in line to get his drink. I'm watching him but trying not to stare. He is six foot tall, about 180lbs, and nothing but muscles. This one has black hair and his friend looks like a twin but with brown hair. When he gets his coffee, he comes into the seating area, recognizes who I am and walks up to me. "Hi, mind if I join you?"

I'm a little flustered at first but recover and say, "Please" and point at the seat across from me. He smiles and sits down. 

He says, "I know you from the exercise class, right?"

I say, "Yep, I've notice you in that class too." 

He smiles and says, "My name is Charles Molton; everyone calls me Chuck."

I smile and say, "Hi, Chuck. My name is Barbara Clarke. Glad to meet you."

He says, "Same here, Barbara. May I say, you are a very attractive woman?"

"You may definitely say that." He laughs. 

I say, "You are also very attractive but I think you probably know that. I think most of the women in that class have been drooling over you and that other guy who always exercises next to you."

"Thanks, Barbara." And believe it or not, he blushes a little. Hah!

I say, "Ahhh, you two aren't dating or anything, are you?"

He laughs and says, "No way, Barbara, we're just friends and we're both heterosexual, very heterosexual."

I say, "Oh, good." I realize what I just said and cover my mouth. He just smiles.

"Barbara, would you consider going out on a date with me?"

"Me? How old are you, Chuck?"

"I'm 27. Why?"

"You know I'm twice as old as you. I'm old enough to be your mother."

He says, "What difference does that make? I love mature women. I've been hurt emotionally by several women my age. They've got no morals. I've been cheated on numerous times. By my experiences, younger women are very flighty, tend to be sluts, and don't really seem to respect their own bodies. I don't like dating young women anymore. I've had it with them. It's mature women for me from now on. And I'm very attracted to you, Barbara."

I blush, hesitate a little and then say, "Well, I'd love to go out on a date with you. But just where do you see us ending up?"

He smiles, "Who really knows, Barbara? Who knows where any relationship will end up. I just want to know you better. You seem very intelligent, you're very pretty and have a great body. I've been watching you exercise for some time now. I just had to act."

Now I'm blushing again. I can feel my face get warm. "Thanks, Chuck. You're right, of course. Who knows? I will go out with you. But let me tell you right now that I don't usually have sex with someone until the third or fourth date. There have been exceptions to that but very few, and never on the first date."

Chuck laughs. "That's why I like mature women versus young women. Most young women would be trying to get in my pants right now. They wouldn't even wait for the first date. I respect and praise you for your morality."

I say, "Well, thanks but it's not so much morality as my need to really know the man I'm naked with. I don't have sex with strangers. I want to know all about you too and that's my pathway to getting intimate with you. Don't get me wrong, I think you are a very sexy man...VERY SEXY!"

He smiles that electric smile again and says, "Outstanding. Then we will go out and get to know each other well before we do anything else. I love it and respect you for that."

I'm kind of surprised and pleased by this conversation. Of course, he doesn't know that I will do what I do with all my dates. I'll do an internet search at several websites and find out his background. I always do it. I want to know of any criminal activity, past marriages, anything else in his background that might throw up a red flag.

Chuck says, "So...how about this coming Saturday for dinner, a movie and maybe a drink or a cup of coffee and a long talk?"

I smile. "What time?"

"Seven o'clock okay? That will have us done eating in time for a 9 o'clock movie. Do you have any preference for movies?"

"No, not really. I enjoy most movies. Although I find the recent glut of comic book character movies kind of stupid."

He laughs and says, "I feel the same way. Super! Then seven on Saturday. Where do you live?"

I say, "Give me your cell number and I'll text you my address. That way you'll have my address and my cell number." He smiles.

He takes out a pen and writes his cell number on a napkin and hands the napkin to me. He then stands, still holding my hand, kisses the back of my hand and says, "Until Saturday then. I look forward to getting to know you much better, Ms Clarke."

"Same here, Mr. Molton." He smiles and walks out of the coffee shop. My gaze follows that sexy butt out of the shop. Yum!

I smile to myself. Hmmmm, this could be interesting. I've pretty much seen this man nude. The only thing I haven't seen is his genitals. He wears tight bike shorts and a muscle t-shirt to the Pilates class and when we're finished he always pulls that sweaty t-shirt right off. Not only is he extremely handsome, his upper body is cut like a Greek God, he's got a great ass and a very pleasing bulge in the front of his shorts. He's the hottest male I've ever laid my eyes on. I think "What the hell? At worse, I'll get laid if there are no issues with him. I could use that; it's been awhile. I personally don't see a May-December relationship going anywhere. Or maybe I should call it a March - October relationship because I'm not that old, and he's pretty young. That's probably more accurate."

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Later at home, I make a few internet inquiries on the name Charles Molton. There's not much there but I do find out that he's never committed a crime, at least never got caught. He's not on the sex offender list. No police record at all. He's a registered Independent. Basically, that's it. The only other thing is an adoption record that may or may not be his. It lists the adopting parents as Leo and Roseanne Molton. There's no marriage record and there was no ring on his finger. I make myself a note file. So far so good.

I text him my address after I check his background. This might be interesting.

Saturday, 6:55pm

I'm ready for my date with Chuck. I'm nervous as hell. Dating new guys usually doesn't bother me but this man is half my age. How can this work?

I look in the mirror one more time. I've got a gray pencil skirt on that ends a couple of inches above my knees. My blouse is white silk. I've got nude nylons on and my shoes are gray 3" heels. I think I look pretty good. I could wear higher heels but at my age I prefer not to be feeling like I'm standing on my toes all night. Three inch heels are bad enough. Normally, it's flats for me. Earlier today I went to the beauty parlor to get my hair done. I'm wearing very little makeup (I don't really like wearing much) and just a touch of red lipstick. 

At 6:57pm, the doorbell rings. I walk over and open it. "Hi, Chuck. Come in a minute." I grab my purse and a jacket because it's now fall and it's getting cool at night. I walk back to him and he's looking me up and down.

"Wow, Barbara. You look gorgeous tonight." 

I blush and say, "So do you." He's got a white shirt with a red tie along with gray slacks. We match. Hah! He laughs and offers me his arm. I lock the door and he walks me to the car. He must be doing pretty well. He's driving a black, fairly new BMW. Very nice. He opens the door like a real gentleman. Also very nice.

As he starts the car and pulls out of my driveway he asks "So how was your week?"

"My week was fine. How about you?"

"Okay, I guess. Kind of busy. I'm a financial adviser and I had client meetings all week. It keeps you busy but at least it makes the week go by fast."

"Financial adviser, huh? I'm a legal secretary for a lawyer that does mostly wills, estates and that sort of thing. It's pretty boring work generally. He rarely goes to court. The job pays the bills anyway."

"So what do you do for entertainment. I know you like most movies unless it's a comic book character."

"I watch some TV, read a lot of books, surf the internet, and date occasionally. And I'm okay with comic book characters but there's just such a glut of those movies now. It's like an overdose now."

He laughs and says, "I do basically the same thing. I read a lot, watch some TV and date occasionally. I don't spend much time on the internet. So what kind of books do you read?"

"All kinds. I just finished all five books of 'The Game Of Thrones.' I also read romance novels, science fiction novels, mysteries, and some erotica."

He says, "Well, I don't read romance novels but the rest I do read. Mainly I like reading science fiction and erotica. I've read 'The Game Of Thrones' too. Pretty good group of books although I think it could have been better. It seemed to me the writing got worse with the later books as well as the plot getting worse. I guess the whole premise is if you play the game of thrones, you are going to die as well as everyone around you. It kind of left me wanting."

"You know, I think you are right. The first two books were better written than the later ones. You like erotica?"

"Oh, yeah. I read 'Fifty Shades' early this year. It's not a bad story. Should make an interesting movie when it comes out."

I say, "Oh, I enjoyed that one and can't wait for the movie."

"Great! We'll see it together." Hmmmm, does he really think we'll be together that long? I don't think it comes out until February 2015.

Soon we are at the restaurant. It's one of the three star restaurants in this town. There aren't any four and five stars. It's not a big city but the population is over 100,000. I'm a little self-conscience as I walk in on his arm. Everyone seems to be staring although maybe it's my imagination. I guess we could be a son taking his mother out to eat. Finally, we are sitting at the table and the waiter brings the menus and two glasses of water. Chuck says, "Order anything you want, Barbara."

I order some brazed beef tips in a wine sauce with mashed potatoes and peas. Chuck orders a steak and a baked potato.

Conversation drags a little. Finally he asks about my family. Good, that opens up the gates. I want to ask about his. I tell him about my deceased husband and our marriage. We never had children. I tell him that my parents are both deceased. I tell him about my sister and brother who live in another state. He asks about their families. I tell him they are both still married and have grown children.

I ask him about his family. He says, "Well, I was adopted. My parents are Leo and Rose Molton. They adopted me when I was seven. They've been great parents. They paid for me to go to college. I don't remember my birth parents although I have an image in my mind of what my mother looked like. But, I'm not sure that's what she actually looked like. She put me in the orphanage when I was three apparently because she couldn't afford to raise me. My birth parents were never married." So that adoption record was his.

I ask him if his parents are still alive. He tells me they are and live downstate.

We go quiet again. I bet I'm as old as his mother. That really worries me.

Soon the meal comes and we eat mostly in silence. I ask him how the steak is and he says it's very good. I tell him the beef tips are wonderful. The wine sauce is great.

When we finish, Chuck asks me if I want dessert. I tell him I don't eat desserts unless it's a birthday or some other celebration. He tells me he doesn't either.

We soon leave and head for the theater complex. We sit outside and he asks what I would like to see. I look over the movies on the front of the theater. I don't want to pick some girlie movie so I say, "How about 'Lucy'? I saw an ad for it. It's about a woman that uses 100% of her brain power. She apparently has developed some super-human powers."

He smiles and says, "Sounds good to me. Science fiction, maybe?"

I say, "I guess." Soon we are inside and sitting down.

He gets popcorn and drinks. As we're sitting there waiting for the show to start, he asks me what's the last movie I watched in the theater was.

I say, "I usually wait until they come on TV or DVD but I did see 'The Hobbit' movies. I've seen the first two in theaters."

"I love those movies as well as the Lord of the Rings. I'm a Tolkien fan."

"I am too. I've read all of his books that I could get. I think there are a few books that aren't widely available that I haven't read yet."

"Same here. I think Peter Jackson did a pretty good job making movies out of his books so far. He has a tendency to add and delete characters though. I'm not sure if that really adds to the movies or not."

I say, "Yeah, who knows. I kind of wish movie makers would follow the books though."

"Yeah, same here. Have you read Stephen King's 'Under The Dome?'"

"No, I haven't read that yet."

"Are you watching the program on TV?"

I say, "Yeah, it's interesting."

He says, "Well the program doesn't follow the book at all at least as far as the characters go. After the first season, I tried to read the book and gave up because there is too much difference in the two."

I smile and say, "Well, I won't read the book then." 

The movie starts and we shut up. Some time during the movie, he slips his arm around my shoulders. I smile and look at him. He's not watching the movie; he's looking at me. He leans over and asks me if he can kiss me. I say, "Sure." He plants a kiss on my lips and in the middle of it, I feel his tongue on my lips. I open my mouth and it slips in. Mmmmmm! We enjoy each others mouths for a while and then get back to the movie. 

Over half way through the movie, I decide to put my hand on his leg. When I do he looks at me and smiles. He leans over and French kisses me again. God, he's so damn hot.

We make it through the rest of the movie without many more trails into the kissing and touching areas. The movie is pretty good. We head for the car when the credits roll. He asks me if I want alcohol or coffee. I say, "I think alcohol but maybe no more than two drinks, okay?"

"You've got it beautiful."

We stop at one of the nicest bars in town and he ushers me in. We take a seat and he asks me what I want. I tell him red wine. He comes back with the drinks. He's got a vodka and tonic. We talk awhile about nothing, really. Pop culture, reality TV, and other mundane stuff are the topics. 

After we are sucking on the second drink, we've been talking for nearly 45 minutes and are running out of topics again. After a couple minutes of silence, he asks me what I'm looking for in a man. I'm hesitant to tell him. I thought of joking "A heartbeat" but I decide to come clean.

I say, "Well, I'm looking for someone who is independent and doesn't need someone to support him, someone who is not full of himself and thinks he's God's gift to women, and someone who is good in bed. I'd love to find someone who was all three. I've found men who were one or two of those but nobody yet who is all three."

He laughs and says, "Well, I think I can qualify for all three."

I smile and say, "Are you sure about the second one? You seem to be very cocky."

"I put up a good front. I'm actually a little shy and sometimes I'm a little self-conscious. That's one reason I don't really like young women much. They are way to pushy for me. They all scare me away. I don't feel comfortable around them like I do you."

I say, "I'm surprised. You seem very confident."

"I'm not, really. I feel good in your company because I know you'll wait for me and not push yourself on me. One thing I really hate is a woman who throws herself at me." I think my mouth is hanging open. Wow! He's an unusual young man.

I say, "That makes me feel good, Chuck. I don't want to rush into anything either but I have to admit I'm very attracted to you. I'm happy to wait though until we are both ready."

"That's why I like you so much."

I smile. "I really like you and I can't believe you are interested in me. I'm very happy about it but it's a little bit surreal with out age difference. "

He says, "Well, don't make a big deal about our age difference. It's no big deal to me. As far as I'm concerned you are hotter than 99% of the other women out there no matter the age."

Again my mouth is hanging open. "You can't mean that."

"Oh Barbara, I do mean that."

"But what about the wrinkles. My hair is starting to turn gray. And my boobs are starting to sag. Getting old is not pretty."

"Bullshit. All it means is you have life experience. I love the way you look."

I blush. 

We finish two drinks and since the conversation is dragging again, he grabs my hand, kisses it and says, "Let's take you home. I can't wait for our next date." I smile. It is approaching midnight.

We chat on the way home. Chuck opens the car door for me and holds my hand as he walks me up to the door. We take fifteen minutes to say, good night. Lots of kissing, playing tongue tag and rubbing our hands on each others backs. He doesn't touch my butt though. Again I'm surprised. Finally, he backs off and says, "See you Monday night?"

I smile and say, "I'll be there, handsome."

"Can I come by and pick you up?" I'm kind of surprised but what the heck.

"Sure. I'll be ready by 6:30pm."

"I'll be here. Now what about another date next Saturday?"

"I'd love that."

"Okay, let's say, tentatively seven o'clock. I'll try to find something interesting to do. Sound good?"

"You bet." I French kiss him again and say, "Good night, Chuck. See you Monday night."




Destiny



"You've got it beautiful."

Monday night. 

I'm waiting for my hunk to pick me up for the Pilates class. He arrives at 6:35pm and we head out. He's wearing his tight bike shorts and his tight muscle t-shirt. He's got my juices flowing already. Can I last two more dates with him? I really want him but I'm going to try not to press him. 

We get through the class okay except he took a place right behind me so he could "watch my beautiful ass bouncing." I was so embarrassed.

After the class, we walk to the locker rooms together. He looks like he's got a partial erection. I'm looking at it and catch myself licking my lips. He chuckles at me. My face heats up.

After we shower, separately of course, we go out for coffee and chat some more. After an hour and a half, he takes me home. At the door, we kiss again long and hard and as I lean into him I can feel his erection. 

I say, "Ah...Chuck, what would you say about being one of my exceptions?"

He looks at me and says, "What?"

I say, "I mean I don't want to wait for our third or fourth date. I'm saying let's plan on sex on the second date...if that's okay with you."

He says, "I'm not sure I can wait for the third date either. How about we consider this our second date?"

I say, "That sounds great to me. I know I felt your erection when I kissed you. I'm totally wet right now and have been since you picked me up tonight."

He blushes and says, "I think I'm going to be okay with that but let's not plan on it. I think it needs to be spontaneous."

"Right, it does need to be spontaneous." We kiss some more. God, this is great. He tells me good night and we French kiss again. 

I tell him good night and watch him walk to the car. Wow! Look at that sexy ass.

I climb into bed and I'm horny as hell and soaking wet. I rub myself a little and say, 'Screw it'. I reach over, open the bedside table drawer and grab my vibrator. I have to get myself off. As I told him, I've been wet all damn night and I can't stand it any more.

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He calls me Wednesday and tells me to dress up for the date on Saturday. We're going to the ballet in the city so we are not going out to eat. Wow! I've never been to the ballet. He reminds me to eat something before he picks me up at 6:30pm.

Saturday. 

After I eat a little bit, I go to get ready for the date. I cleaned myself up good. I douched and then take a long soak bath. I was going to shave my pussy but I decided in the end not too. I just trimmed it up. I'm going to have to find out what he likes down there. He likes mature women not young women so maybe he doesn't like it shaved.

I've got a red dress on. It's like a basic black dress but red. I'm wearing red 4" heels. I've got a black purse and a black jacket to wear. I'm very nervous tonight. Monday we both basically told each other that we wanted to have sex. I hope we are not pushing it too much but I'm looking forward to it. It's been nearly three months since I've had anything but my vibrator. Every time I think about it I get juicier. I'm pacing back and forth. Maybe I should take a spare pair of panties. I hurry to my bedroom, grab another pair and stuff them in my purse. 

Chuck arrives and he looks yummy. He's dressed almost all in black. Black suit, blue shirt, black shoes, with a white tie. Wow, he looks great.

He gives me a kiss and during the kiss he reaches down and grabs my ass. Oh God!

He tells me he hopes I like ballet. Since I've never been to the ballet, I hope I like it too. He tells me he loves it and hopes I will to. It's a forty-five minute drive to the big city. We head out and chat along the way. I feel comfortable with him now. I'm definitely ready to get naked with him.

We attend the ballet and I really enjoy it. We are touching each other during the performance. Mostly on each others legs but very sexual. He whispered into my ear several times that I look hotter than hell. I keep rubbing his leg higher and higher. He'd occasionally pushes my hand back down and whispers that I'm a bad girl. I giggled at that.

Back in the car on the way back to our town, he says, "I should spank you for being a naughty girl tonight."

I smile and say, "Promises, promises." He laughs.

We stop at a bar for a couple drinks. We sit on the same side of the table and we are playing with each other between sips of our drinks. At one point, he had his hand all the way up my skirt and was rubbing my pussy through my thong. I wonder if he notices the wetness.

We are soon walking up to my house. I'm nervous. This man is half my age. How can he want me?

We sit down on my couch, he takes his suit coat and tie off and I offer him a glass of wine. He says, "I'm not interested in wine, sweet thing. I'm interested in Barbara Clarke." I blush. We start to French kiss long and deep. Soon his hand is on my left breast as we kiss. We French kiss for over ten minutes. God, I'm hot.

He looks at me and says, "Are you sure you don't want to wait until the next date, Barbara?"

I say, "Only if you do. I'm ready though. I feel I know you pretty well now." Hell, I'm horny and wet as hell right now. He starts to unzip my dress. I say, to myself, 'Go for it, girl.' Wow, a hot young man wants me. I can't believe it.

I start to unbutton his shirt. I've seen 90% of him nearly naked anyway so his chest is nothing I haven't seen already. He's seen a good portion of my body, well at least the shape of everything. My Pilates outfit is a body leotard. After he pulls my dress up over my head, he reaches behind me and, just like that, my bra is loose. It's a strapless half bra. I let him remove it. "Barbara, you have very beautiful breasts. You are very hot, woman." I smile at that. They still aren't too bad. Very little sag yet. I remove his shirt and then rub my hands over his chest and abdomen. Wow! I've never touched a chest and abdomen so muscular. My pussy gets wetter.

He leans down and takes my left nipple in his mouth. He begins sucking it and runs his tongue around the edge of the nipple. Damn, that feels nice. I reach down and unfasten his belt. I then unsnap his trousers. I can't wait to see that penis. I start to pull his pants down. He stops sucking my nipple and raises up so I can pull the pants all the way down. I reach down and pull his shoes off and then remove his pants. He's got his underwear and socks on. I have on my panties which are very wet in the front. 

His cock is already hard and has built a tent in his jockeys. He says, "Can we go to your bedroom, sweetheart?" I stand and grab his hand and pull him toward the bedroom. Damn, I've never wanted a man this much. I hope he's good.

In my bedroom, he kneels down in front of me and pulls my panties down. I'm naked in front of a man that is half my age. He pulls his own shorts and socks off and then leads me over to the bed. I look down and his hard cock looks to be about seven inches long and pretty thick. I lick my lips, I want to taste him. I crawl up on the bed and lay there, a little bit bashful with my legs closed. He crawls up and grabs my ankles. He pulls my legs open and then says, "Please, baby, open your legs wide for me so I can pleasure that gorgeous pussy. I can't wait to lick and suck your pussy. It's one of my favorite things to do." Oooooo, I like that information.

Very nervously, I spread my legs farther apart and pull my knees up. I'm wide open for him now. "God, Barbara, what a wonderful sight. You are, indeed, a very sexy woman."

He lays down between my legs and begins to lick my labia. I say, "Oh, yeah, baby, I like that. I didn't know whether to completely shave or not. I don't normally shave my vaginal lips."

"You did fine, honey, this is exactly the way I like it. Neatly trimmed. I don't like them completely shaved. I don't want you to look like a little girl. You are a gorgeous, mature woman, you should look like it everywhere." He continues to lick my outer lips. Soon he spreads my outer lips and begins to pleasure my inner lips. God, I love it when a man licks my inner lips. I can feel pussy juice running down over my anus.

Soon he moves to my clit and begins to lick and suck that. Two fingers are inserted into my vagina. He's rubbing the front of my vaginal wall just behind my clit. God, that feels wonderful. The tension is quickly building in my core. I've never generated so much pussy juice. The bed is going to be soaked.

Less than a minute later, my nervous system overloads. I scream and every muscle in my body tenses. Chuck is still sucking my clit and rubbing the inside of my vagina. Fuck, this is something. I've never cum like this in my 55 years. The second hard orgasm hits me two minutes later, both my legs are shaking the orgasm is so hard. I cum for a long time and now I'm feeling over-stimulated. I can take no more so I push him away. I can't catch my breath. I feel exhausted all ready and we haven't even fucked yet. When I finally come back to my senses, I look down at him and he is smiling.

I say, "Wow, those are the best orgasms I ever had. Thank you, sir."

He says, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He starts to put a condom on but I get up and stop him. He looks at me like 'What are you doing?'

I grab his hard cock and roll the condom back off. I then lean down and start to lick the head of his beautiful seven inches. He moans and lays down on his back. I begin giving him the best blowjob that I know how to give. I'm licking his cock up and down and then flick my tongue all over his balls. After a minute, I take as much of his seven inches as I can into my mouth; I've got nearly all but about an inch in my mouth. It's hitting the back of my throat. I've never been able to deep throat a hard cock. Of course, I haven't really tried that hard. I hope he likes what I'm doing. I want to learn to deep-throat him.

Chuck is moaning and soon stops me. He pulls me up to him and kisses me with lots of tongue. He says, "If you continue like that, I'm going to cum in your mouth, honey. I want to make love to you."

Make love? Not just fuck me? Holy shit, Batman!

He rolls me off of him and kneels between my legs which I've pulled back up and opened wide for him again. He rolls the condom on and then slowly slips the head of his cock between my vaginal lips. I'm looking up at that perfect male body and I cream again. He easily slips in all the way. I can feel his cock poke my cervix. A perfect fit.

He sighs and says, "God, that feels so good." I have to agree. I moan and grab his face to French kiss him again.

He begins to slowly move in and out of me. Man, that feels so good.

He slowly speeds up. Within minutes he's really pounding into me. My third orgasm is building quickly. Within minutes, my body explodes in another mind-blowing orgasm. I feel this one all over my body. I've never had a full body orgasm before. Wow! Even my toes are tingling. I've got my arms around him and I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist. He didn't cum and is still pounding into me hard. 

My next orgasm hits me quickly and totally by surprise. There didn't seem to be any buildup. Just WHAM!! Again, he didn't cum. He's like a pile driver. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow morning but that kind of sore is a good sore. I'm certainly not use to this level of love making.

After another hard orgasm, I feel his hard cock get bigger. He's getting very close. He's been breathing hard for a while now. Suddenly, he growls, arches his back and I feel his cock begin to pulse. That starts another orgasm for me and this one is the hardest of all. Christ, I'm going to die. My heart feels like it's going to explode. He's finished but he keeps pounding into me because I'm still in the middle of my orgasm. After a minute of cumming, I'm totally exhausted. Even Pilates doesn't prepare you for this kind of sex. Every muscle in my body relaxes and I almost pass out. I'm feeling very light headed.

He stops pumping into me. His wonderful cock is all the way in me now. It's filling me very well and feels like it belongs there. He leans down and French kisses me again. I put my arms and legs around him again. "That was magnificent, Chuck. The hardest orgasms I've ever had, especially that last one."

"Mine was great too. We're pretty good together, aren't we?"

"Oh, yeah. I was just thinking that your wonderful cock feels like it's in the right place now."

He laughs and says, "I feel the same way, Barbara. But it's now deflating so I'm going to pull out."

He pulls out and lays down beside me. He removes the condom and throws it on the floor. He then leans over and kisses me again. After he breaks the kiss, I scoot down and take his wet cock in my mouth. I lick and suck it for a while, cleaning him up. I don't normally do that but I can't resist doing that to this cock. It's just so beautiful just like the rest of him.

We lay there and cuddle for quite a while. Then he says, "Are you glad we decided to do this on the second date?"

"I'm very glad. And you said Monday was a date, so this is the third date. Anyway, I sure needed those orgasms. It's been a while since I've cum to anything but my vibrator. I thank you very much, Mr. Molton."

He laughs and says, "You are very welcome, Ms. Clarke."

We lay there for a while cuddling and soon I fade to black. 

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I'm kissed and fondled awake in the morning. I tell him I need to go to the bathroom. I get up, go pee and then wipe my vulva off with an adult wipe because I want to be fairly fresh smelling for him . I personally hate morning breath so I rinse my mouth with mouthwash. When I come back he gets up and does the same thing. I'm laying in bed naked waiting for him to come back. My pussy is back to being juicy again. Just watching that hot naked male ass walk out of the room is what did it. Of course, he had a piss hard-on too which made my mouth water. 

He comes back to bed and lays down. He grabs me and asks "Ready for another round, Barbara? I can't tell you how much I want you."

I reach down and grab his now half hard cock. It seems to jump in my hand. I start to stroke it. He moans and it starts to grow. He reaches down and begins to lightly rub my clit. A minute later, he slips his middle finger into my pussy and it feels so good. Yes, I'm a little sore but I don't care. I'm ready to get more sore. I want that hard cock between my legs again. I feel empty yet so wet down there.

He kisses his way down my body and I'm on fire again. When he starts licking my juicy pussy I feel like I'm going to explode. God, that feels too good. I'm building to orgasm again really fast. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I scream and every muscle contracts. My back arches but he stays with me, still sucking my clit. Soon I have to push him away or I'll pass out. 

When I come back to Earth, I look down and he's rock hard again. I love young guys. I reach down to grab his cock but he's putting a condom on. He kneels between my legs and begins to slip into me. Oh, hell yeah! Before long all seven inches are buried deep inside of me. I love it!! He begins to pump in and out of me. It's not going to be long before I explode again. This stud is a pile driver. I'm definitely being fucked good and hard; This is so good!!

Less than two minutes and another orgasm hits me hard. Holy fuck! 

He pounds me to five orgasms before he groans and his cock begins to pulse in my hot cunt. I hit my last orgasm hard. After I come back down, I'm so tired. This guy has worn me out...again.

He pulls out and pulls the condom off to throw on the floor. I lean down and suck that beautiful cock to clean it off. Then I lay down next to him and cuddle in. I'm laying there very happy but thinking about the future. This relationship is crazy. I'm old enough to be his mother. How can it work? I certainly don't know but I'm going to enjoy the sex while it's available.

He sees me thinking and says, "A penny for your thoughts." 

I smile and say, "Cheapskate!" He laughs. I say, "I'm just happy. Probably the happiest I've been in a long, long time. You wore me out again though. I'm not use to this level of sex."

"I'm very glad you are happy. And you are in fantastic shape; you'll get use to this level of sex quickly." He sits up and leans down and French kisses me. When he breaks the kiss, I sigh. Then I cuddle into him again. He says, "I'm very happy too." I smile.

Before long I fade to black again...exhausted.

I don't sleep long. Maybe a half hour. He's still there because it is Sunday. I cuddle in and he leans over and kisses me again. I say, "Let's get up, take a shower and I'll make breakfast. I'm starving. You really worked me hard last night and this morning."

He laughs and kisses me again. We move to the shower. That's a lot of fun. What a body this man has! And the feel of his hands rubbing soap all over me is like being in paradise. Soon we are dry and getting dressed. I ask him what he wants. He says, "Surprise me, luscious."

I say, "How about omelets, I think I have ham and cheese?"

He says, "That sounds perfect. I'll make some coffee and toast."

We eat and I'm really enjoying just being around him. It's an enjoyable breakfast and he tells me the omelet was great. One of the best he's ever had. I think he's exaggerating a little bit but I'll take the complement.

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February 14th. Almost three months later, I look at my reflection in the mirror and I'm amazed that Chuck and I are still dating. Our relationship seems to be much stronger than ever and I have gotten use to the way he fucks me. He rarely wears me out any more. I've started jogging on Thursdays and I'm in much better aerobic shape now. I'm in love with Chuck but I won't say anything, yet. I need to hear it from him first before I say those three words. I'm still worried about our age difference but Chuck is fine with it. He actually prefers it.

Tonight is Valentine's Day. We're going out for supper, a movie and drinks. The movie is Fifty Shades Of Grey so it should be hot. I'm ready for our date. Everything is clean and my pussy is already juicy. I've got my basic black dress on, without a bra. I've got a very small black thong on. I'm wearing four inch black heels without nylons. I'm going to wear my long coat because it's pretty cold out. At least there is no snow or ice on the ground or I'd be wearing flats. 

The door bell rings and I go to let Chuck in. I open the door and he is dressed in a gorgeous black suit, white shirt with a blue tie and patent leather shoes. He's looking so good. I let him in, kiss him long and hard and grab my coat and purse. He tells me I look delicious and, of course, I blush. Soon we are headed out to the restaurant.

We're going to the Italian three star restaurant in town. I love Italian food. My mother was part Italian so we always had a lot of Italian dishes. During the meal, we are chit chatting about our days. The meal is wonderful. I'm pretty stuffed by the time we are finished. I had a quarter fried chicken with tortellinis in an excellent tomato sauce.

When we are both finished eating, Chuck makes a toast with the Chianti that he ordered with the meal. "To us, Barbara. This past almost four months have been the best months of my life." We both take a drink and Chuck gets up and kneels in front of me. Oh, shit!! 

"Barbara, I love you. I want to marry you and live with you forever. I know you have been worried about the age difference but I'm not. Please marry me." I've got my hand over my mouth. I'm shocked. As I've said, I'm totally surprised we are still dating.

He's looking up at me and has a ring box in his hand which has a engagement ring with large diamond in it. I look at him and say, "Yes, I'll marry you. I love you too, Chuck." He takes the ring out and puts it on my finger. God, I'm so happy that I start to cry from just pure joy. He gets up and gives me a long French kiss. People sitting around us are clapping. I'm still thinking about the age difference. I hope there won't be issues when I'm 80 and he's still relatively young 52. But I've decided to live in the present and not worry about the future.




Destiny



We leave the restaurant and I'm walking about a foot off the ground, I'm so happy. Chuck is acting so happy too. He's got a big smile on this face. In the car, we're kissing and touching each other. He's surprised when he feels that I don't have a bra on. He's licking his lips. Oh, my! Tonight is going to be a hot night once we get to bed. As he's driving to the theater, I start to hyperventilate. I cup my hands over my face to try to stop it since I don't have a paper bag. He pulls the car over and is very concerned about me. After a few minutes, I'm feeling better. "It's just the excitement, honey. I'm fine. I started to hyperventilate." He kisses me again.

Soon we are in the theater waiting for the movie to start. We're making out. I'm wet as hell and that little thong I have on is soaking wet. I realize I should have brought a spare. I can't wait to make love to my fiance'. Oh, God! I pinch my arm to make sure I'm not dreaming. It hurts so I'm awake, so this is all real. Wow! MY FIANCE'!

The movie is hot. The BDSM scenes are so damn hot. I'm going to ask Chuck to do some light BDSM with me. I'm not into the pain but the thought of being tied up spread-eagle and letting him fuck me any way he wants is so hot. Overall, the movie is great and follows the books fairly close. During the sex scenes, Chuck slips his hand up my skirt and is rubbing my wet thong. The first time he did it and pulled his hand out with wet fingers, he looked at me and smiled. He then stuck his fingers into his mouth. God!! He leans over and says, "God, it's so hot to know you are so wet, my love. And you taste terrific." 

I French kiss him and whisper, "I can't wait to make love to you, my prince." He laughs.

When the movie credits start to roll, we stand up, French kiss, and grab our coats. In the car, I ask him if we can just get some champagne and head for his apartment. He agrees and says, "I can't wait to get my future wife naked."

At his apartment, we are naked in no time. He pops the cork on the champagne bottle and we toast each other. He says, "To the most wonderful woman I have ever met. I love you so much, Barbara."

I say, "To the man who has made me the happiest woman in the world. I love you, Chuck."

We finish one glass and he grabs my hand. We are soon on the bed making out. He says, "Those tastes of your pussy juice at the theater were wonderful but I need more."

He works his way down my body, stopping at my nipples for a while. I'm already on the edge. This man has me hot as hell. He is soon licking my soaking wet pussy. He barely gets started licking my inner labia when my orgasm hits me hard. It's a whole body orgasm. Every nerve ending is exploding. Every muscle is contracting. I'm bucking hard on the bed but Chuck stays with it. I'm going from orgasm peak to another orgasm peak. When he starts to suck my clit, I scream as the mother of all orgasms hits me. It's so hard my legs are shaking then half way through it, I pass out. 

I come too a couple of minutes later and Chuck looks really worried. I grab him and kiss him. "Don't worry, honey. That was the best set of orgasms I ever had. They were so hard that I just passed out. That's the first time that ever happened. But that last orgasm was wonderful...while I was awake anyway."

I scoot down and take his hard cock in my mouth. I sink all seven inches into my mouth and throat until my nose is against his abdomen. He groans. It's my first attempt at a deepthroat and I do it pretty good. I'm proud of myself. I knew I had fairly good control of my gag reflex. I start giving him the best deep-throat blowjob I know how to give. Soon he tries to stop me because he's getting too close. I say, "I want my future husband's cum in my mouth." In three plus months, he's never cum in my mouth. I continue to suck him off good. A minute later, he grunts, arches his back and begins to ejaculate into my mouth. It's a pretty good cum for him too. I have to swallow twice before he's finished. The last little bit, I taste and it's not bad at all. I'm going to be doing this a lot for him.

We cuddle in for awhile. I don't think it will take too long for my stud to get another hard-on. We are cuddling and making out again before long. Ten minutes after he finished cumming, he's getting pretty hard again. I decide to speed it up by sucking him again. After he's good and hard, I lay down, spread my legs and say, "Make love to me, future husband."

He smiles and grabs a condom. I say, "Don't bother with that anymore, honey. I can't get pregnant and we're both clean. I want to feel that beautiful cock of yours in my wet pussy without the condom."

That puts a big smile on his face.

He starts to kiss down my body. I'm already burning in heat. He must want to drive me crazy with lust. I love the kisses around my ears and down my neck. I think I should have put a pee pad on the bed. I can feel my juices running over my anus and butt cheeks.

Soon he's sucking and nibbling on my nipples. God, I love that. I'm already feeling the tension building between my legs. I'm running my fingers though his hair. I love this man. He's everything to me now.

Shit, he's kissing down my flat stomach and the tongue goes into my belly button. He's already got me breathing hard and I'm getting a bit dizzy. He kisses down further and begins to kiss around my hot, wet pussy. When he runs his tongue up my slit from my anus to my clit, I squeal. He laughs. Soon he's sucking and licking my inner pussy lips. I feel like I'm going to explode. He doesn't even make it to my clit before my orgasm slams into me hard. I'm bucking, trying my best to fuck his face and he's got his arms around my thighs trying to hold on. It seems like every nerve in my body is firing.

He stays with me and by the time I start to come down from the orgasm, he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth over the tip. Seconds later, my body overloads again. Every muscle in my body locks up and my legs are shaking. Holy fuck, this is a hard one!! I have to reach down and push him away before I pass out. As I come down again, he smiles at me and I smile back. He reaches up and kisses my clit again and I squeal again. He leans down and begins to lick my butt cheeks and anus. I squeal. After a minute, he sits up and says, "Just licking up those wonderful juices, honey." I smile. "I love the way you taste." Wow!

As I come back to Earth and my pulse calms down a little bit, he scoots up next to me. I grab him and French kiss him. My juices are all over his face but I kind of enjoy them now too. After the kiss, I lick some of the juices off of his face and he smiles at me. I scoot down and run my tongue over the head of his nice hard cock. Yum, this is soon to be my cock legally. I take it into my mouth and lower my head down as far as I can. 

On the first try, I don't quite get all of it into my mouth. I'm about a half inch away from his lower abs. I slide it out and slide back down on it. Now my nose and lips are against his abs. I look him in the eyes and he groans. I start to fuck him with my mouth, taking it all the way in on the downstroke. He's moaning quickly and only lets me do it for a short time, like thirty seconds. He stops me and tells me he wants to make love again to the woman he loves.

I scoot back up and lay on my back with my legs spread. "Make love to me, my love!"

He gets between my legs and licks his lips. I smile up at him. He slips into me. Damn, I wish he could stay right there for the rest of my life. He starts to move in and out of me. I love it when he bottoms out. The tip of his beautiful cock feels so good when it's all the way in me and pushes against my cervix. 

He's speeding up now and it feels so good. I say, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me." I pull my legs up and rotate my hips a little to give him a better angle.

I'm building up again to another orgasm. Chuck is really good at lasting. He's definitely a stud. Two minutes later, I hit another hard orgasm and this one continues for quite a while because he's still pounding into me. I'm going from orgasm peak to orgasm peak. Holy fuck!! After three orgasms, he stops and says, "How about you getting on top, sweet thing?" I nod and he grabs my ass and rolls us both over.

I put my hands on his hot chest and begin to work that wonderful cock in and out of me. After a minute or so, Chuck starts to rub my clit. Seconds later, I scream and begin the best cum ever. My back is arched, every muscle is contracting and it feels so good. I continue bouncing on that cock and my orgasm just keeps going. I manage to keep it up for two more minutes but I'm out of energy. I have to stop. That's the longest orgasm of my life. 

Chuck hasn't cum yet so after I come back to Earth, I crawl off of him and lean down to take him in my mouth and begin to deep-throat him. He lasts a little over one minute and explodes into my mouth. It's a hard cum for him and I've got a mouthful of cum. I savor it for a bit and then swallow. I look down at him and he finally opens his eyes and says, "Wow! That was awesome."

I smile, bend down and clean his cock off and crawl on top of him. He grabs me and we French kiss for a long time. I guess he doesn't mind the taste of his own cum because that tongue of his is relentless. Finally, he breaks the kiss and I lay my cheek on his muscular chest. I say, "I'm so very happy, Chuck. I love you."

He's caressing my hair as he says, "You are something, Barbara. I love you very much. I'm so glad you agreed to be my wife." I smile. Me too.

June 10th. We've been engaged for almost three months now. We've decided on a late June wedding - June 30th. I can't wait. 

One day I was cleaning, getting my stuff ready to move into Chuck's apartment and decided to look in a fire proof file that I've had forever. I haven't been in this file for a very long time. I start looking through it, checking all the paperwork I've collected in the 35+ years I've been away from my parents. I notice a lot of the paperwork I can probably throw out. There are even tax returns from clear back when I first started to file. Wow!!

I also came across adoption paperwork. I study it and it's got me wondering now. My husband and I attempted to adopt a child when I was in my late 20s. We were turned down but I look at the name and wonder. 

The next time we go out, I ask if he remembers his mother's maiden name. He, of course, asks why. I say, "I was just wondering."

He says, he doesn't know. I'm wondering now how I might find out. Oh, well.

It's another wonderful date and at the end, we fuck each other until we are both exhausted again. The only difference is we are at his apartment this time. I love his apartment. It's so much nicer than mine. In about a couple of weeks, I'll be living here permanently.

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Sometime later, I'm talking about this with my BFF Jobeth at work. She suggests I hire a genealogist to research the Molton's and their adoption. 

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I hire a lady who is suppose to be the best. I tell her what I want to find out. I explain to her about my current situation. She doesn't want take the job at first but, since I'm engaged to marry him, she eventually says, she'll look into it. She tells me what it will cost and it's affordable.

Nine days later she calls me and tells me the information I'm looking for. I'm surprised and kind of shocked. How in the world did this happen? What are the odds.

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On our next date, after supper and a few drinks, we are back at my house and Chuck is ready for sex. I tell him I want to tell him something. He looks at me kind of worried. I tell him it's nothing to worry about. It's just surprising. He asks me what I'm talking about.

I show him the adoption paperwork. He looks it over and says, "I don't understand, Barbara."

I say, "Well, it appears we were destined to be in each others lives one way or another." He looks at me strangely.

"What are you trying to tell me, honey?"

"Well, I found out what your birth mother's last name was. It was Jackson. Your birth name was Charles Jackson."

He picks up the paperwork and looks again. He says, "You mean that you tried to adopt me?"

I smile and say, "Yes. The agency refused my husband and I because he didn't make a lot of money back then. So it seems one way or another, we were destined to be in each others lives. I could have been your mother if they would have approved our application."

He says, "Wow! Well, I'm kind of glad they turned you down. I like you much better as my lover and fiance' and soon my wife. Not that you wouldn't have been a great mother."

I smile and say, "Thanks, Chuck. Isn't this a remarkable coincidence?"

"It sure is. I'm kind of stunned."

"Well, I'm kind of glad they refused us too. I'm very happy to be your lover and future wife."

He smiles, grabs me and kisses me with lots of tongue while groping my right breast. He says, "You can't do that to your mother, or what I'm about to do to you either." I laugh. He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom. I'm wet as hell again. God, I love this man.

End.



Destiny



I stood alone at the bar, the friends I had come with somewhere in the club. We had gotten separated shortly after entering. I felt the music pounding in the pit of my belly. Several times I was approached and asked to dance, but I always said no. I knew I looked good that night. Dressed in a short white leather skirt, bare legs, a pair of high white stilettos with straps that crisscrossed my ankles, and a soft pink top that clung to my curves with straps around my neck, leaving my back bare, I was definitely receiving a lot of attention, all of which I ignored. I felt restless, wanting something, unable to put a name to it. It was crowded up against the bar and I was jostled by others frequently.

I felt someone press up against my back and I sighed softly. After a moment the contact was broken but I sensed the person remaining close behind me. Determined to ignore the presence, I kept my head bowed and fiddled with the straw in my drink.

I felt hot breath on my ear, his voice low and seductive as he whispered against my ear, “Dance with me.” I turned around, a polite smile on my face, which froze as my soft eyes met the hard steel in his. The words of polite decline froze on my lips. Wordlessly I tucked my hand into his as he led me to the dance floor.

He pulled me close to him, his hands hot on the bare skin of my back as they slowly stroked up and down. My arms slipped around his neck, confusion reigning in my mind. He dipped his head close to my ear, again burning me with his insistent whisper. “I’ve been watching you. Watching you heartlessly turn down every man that approached you. How even as you said no to them, hope blazed in your eyes, only to die away as each and every one meekly accepted your half-hearted refusal.” His voice dropped even lower. “I know what you want…what you need. I know the thoughts that burn your mind when you’re all alone in the dark.”

I couldn’t respond. I felt my face get hot…color rushing to my cheeks. I wanted to pull out of his arms and walk away, but somehow I couldn’t. He stopped dancing, put his arm around me and led me off the dance floor. He steered me toward the door and I followed along behind him, my mind in a daze. He led me to his car, unlocking the passenger side door. He turned me to face him, pushing me back against the car. I leaned against the car, my hands clenching and unclenching, unable to meet his eyes. I heard his voice, low and mocking. “Oh yes beautiful one, I know how to melt the ice that freezes your soul. I am going to make you burn tonight, and you…you will beg me for more. I will own you tonight, make no mistake about that sweet one.”

As he spoke, I felt chills running down my spine, warring with the heat raging through me. I stood there, lost in confusion. From a small corner of my mind, I watched as he lowered his lips to mine. An overwhelming feeling of rightness filled me as his lips touched mine, at first soft, quickly becoming insistent…demanding. I almost didn’t notice as his hands slipped up my arms and undid the knot at the back of my neck that held my shirt up. Only the cool night air grazing my nipples brought me to awareness. 

Conscious of the public location we were at, I raised my hands to his chest, pushing at him. “Stop…wait…someone might see.” I whispered urgently to him. 

His answering whisper was hard and insistent, his hands closing like a vice over my wrists. “Be quiet girl. I will touch you where and when I choose, not you.” 

He gripped both my wrists in one hand and raised my arms over my head, leaving my chest exposed to anyone who might pass by. I trembled, acutely aware of how my nipples hardened at the thought of being seen…of the tingling I began to feel between my legs. Still, I found it hard to give in to his demands. Instead I squirmed in his grip, trying to twist my wrists free. He brought one knee up between my legs, grinding it into my rapidly dampening pussy, nearly lifting me off the ground, effectively trapping me against the car.

He used his free hand to toy with my nipples, rubbing his palm roughly over the sensitive points, pulling and twisting my nipples enough to bring forth a gasp from me, followed by a soft moan I could not suppress. While his hand mauled my breasts and nipples, he lowered his mouth to my neck, biting and sucking the sensitive area where my neck joins my shoulder. I could feel the blood being drawn to the surface and wondered dimly if he would break through my soft skin. All the while, his knee was continuing its slow maddening grind against my pussy. I was stunned to find myself rubbing back against him…a fever building in me. Though I kept whimpering…pleading with him to stop, I knew my body told a different story, and it was this that he listened to. 

His voice was almost mocking, yet tender in a way. “You don’t want me to stop…you want this…you need this…You want me to break down the barriers you keep between yourself and the rest of the world. Oh, yes, I know you. I know the slut that lives within you, the whore that desires to be taken…used for another’s pleasure. Perhaps even craves to be hurt, humiliated…taken to another level of pleasure that only comes from overcoming the pain.”

His words rang true in my heart. Every fantasy I had never admitted to anyone flashed through my mind. It was as if a damn broke within me. I arched my back with a low groan, openly responding to the pressure of his knee against my wet heat. His satisfied smile barely registered in my mind. I began panting heavily as my orgasm threatened to carry me away. He whispered harshly in my ear. “Yes…cum for me my slut…give yourself over to me…to your own desires.”

Something seemed to break within me as I felt the waves crash down over me, my lips open, screaming his name, no longer aware of my surroundings, not caring who saw or heard. He watched me coolly, waiting until I began to calm down before releasing my wrists, stepping back, and opening the car door. “Get in,” was all he said and I obeyed.

To be continued….



Destiny



Destiny and I were in a cab on our way back to her place. We had spent the night drinking, searching for some hot guys to bring home with us. Even though we were both looking hot we found no winners.

Sitting next to her I found myself checking her out. He breasts were full and her cleavage was tempting, teasing my eyes as her fingertips grazed against them. Her lips were painted purple, making them appear even more luscious than usual. Her tight clothes accented her body perfectly. She was smiling at me, almost as though she could read my mind.

"I can't believe we didn't find any guys" She said. "But I'm sure we can still have fun".

"True, the night isn't over yet."

The cab pulled into her driveway and we headed towards her front door. I was amazed by her legs, long and curvy. Even the way she walks turns me on.

"Manda, will you light some of those candles for me?" Destiny asked as she turned on the stereo.

I got up and did as she asked. Destiny was fumbling around with her cds, trying to find something perfect to listen to. Before I realized it I heard the familiar thump of "Closer" by NIN.

I couldn't fight the urge to dance. I saw Destiny's fingers trailing up and down her body as she danced. We were closing in on each other. Soon our bodies were grinding in union. My fingertips now exploring her tits. She let out a soft giggle and I had to smile.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," I said.

"That's no problem hunny, I really liked it," she replied.

The song ended only to be playing more NIN. I sat down, catching my breath and thinking about what I did and smiling. Soon Destiny was sitting beside me, close enough for me to smell her intoxicating perfume.

I couldn't resist her any longer. I smiled at her and kissed her neck. I could smell her hair, her sweet perfume tickling my nose as I kissed. My tongue ring swirling in a soft circle on her neck. As I took some of the flesh of her neck between my teeth, nibbling softly. She moaned and gasped and I kissed to her earlobe. I flicked her earlobe and sucked on it a lil, my hands on her hips. 

Soon she was fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, accidentally popping one off. She exposed my lacy black bra and I saw the mischievous look in her eyes. I stopped and looked down then unclasped my bra. She began to take her shirt and bra off too. Seeing her bare tits sent my head into a spin.

I kissed her chest, over and over again. Her nipples were hard, calling out for me. I kissed again softly, teasing her. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, then pulling it softly between my teeth. A moan escaped from her lips. I was more focused on her than I had been on any man.

I was kissing her deeply once again as her fingernails scratched at my back. I kissed her harder, pulling on her lower lip our tongues tangled. My fingertips softly caressing her beautiful tits, yet twisting her nip a little, a small gasp was all it took for me to know that she liked it. My lips trailing her collarbone, licking and sucking I felt her hesitating to unzip her pants. I pulled them off and saw her red silky panties, in awe I smiled and started kissing down her smooth tummy her fingertips grasping at me, I pulled her panties down softly and slowly with my teeth.

My fingers swiftly petting her wet, smooth cunt, dripping for me and only me. Two fingers softly and slowly exploring her swollen clit. 

"Mmmm, Amanda, that feels soo damn good," she said sexily. 

"And you feel so good D," I said with a smile.

I started undressing myself with a passion unlike any other. Pulling down my own soaking panties. I began kissing Destiny's neck again, her collarbone, across her tummy, back to her wet pussy. Now my tongue was lapping up her sweet juices, my tongue ring flicking around her clit. I could feel her hands on the back of my head, pressing me to go further. My tongue now slipping in and out her wet hole, her legs spread wide. With every movement of my tongue I feel her muscle contracting. 

"She's so close to cumming I thought." 

"Mmmm hunny, you even taste good." I said.

She comes in for a kiss, her tongue licking her juices from my tongue, exploring for anything she can find. Her tongue swirls around my tongue ring. She pulls on it softly. Pushing me softly on my back. Now she is all over me, ravishing my neck and cheek with kisses. Her fingertips massaging my tits as I feel the sweet pulse of my clit. Soon she is hovered over me her pussy against mine, two wet and throbbing pussies. I could mine or hers juices dripping on my thigh. Our rhythm became faster as our moans and pants soared over the music. I closed my eyes and felt the familiar twinge...soon shooting from my pussy up to my spine in a swift motion, moaning and screaming.

Then we sat there, taking drags off of our ciggs..thinking about who we could invite over next.



Destiny



I am just a small town girl; I come from a small family, and have the best of intentions. I moved to the "big city" a few years ago. I have a productive job as a teacher. I like my life. One summer day while on break the following happened to me. I had no idea that this could ever happen to a person like me. I lover every one and try to be a kind person. Let the story tell itself…

I was walking down the sidewalk and this guy was following me. I knew he was following ME. I walked around the corner, just a corner like any other one. It turned out to be a brick alley with no outlet. I was trapped. I looked over my shoulder and there was this tall, dark man with a mountain man type hat on. He had a large black coat that was very long. Almost to his ankles. His boots were high, they must have been up to his knees. I walked on. Hoping he would think that I was going to enter a door he didn't know about. What else could I do? That was all I could think to myself. "Just keep walking."

I kept walking, looking for my "hopeful" door that may not have been locked. I saw one, I went to it. Thank my higher power that it wasn't locked. I rushed in. I turned and grabbed for anything I could prop against it. I found a long broom handle or something. I ran it through the inside handle. I felt secure, but was I. Please, let me be safe.

I turned around, it was dark. I had to feel my way around the room. I was looking for a place to hide, just in case "he" got in. I searched, feeling my way around the dark room. It seemed like an eternity, but I know it was only a few minutes. I reached out and felt this thing move, I could squeeze in, I did. It turned out to be a tunnel. Not really a tunnel, but a round, hollow escape. I fit in it and started to crawl. Suddenly I heard a banging on the outside door. Almost like a hollow echo, but closer, "he" was trying to get in. "Crawl faster!" That was all I could think. I kept going, but it was short. I was breathing hard, at least that was what it sounded like in my head. Pounding, the pounding won't go away. My heart, my head, what am I going to do. I can't hold my breath. I have to let it out sometime. I can't control my heart. Somebody help. Please help me!

There is silence now. Is he inside? What do I do? Lie quiet. If he is inside, maybe he won't hear me. I am silent now. Hoping, waiting. Will he find me? The pounding is so loud. Make it go away. What does he want? Will he kill me? Will he rape me? I can't take it. Which is better, death or rape. I don't know. If he kills me, all is over. But if he rapes me, what will he do and how long will it take. Minutes? Hours? Days? What do I do? Do I try to escape, leave this place and run, or just stay and hope he passes over. Misses my hiding place. Someone please help me.

I can feel his footsteps on the floor. He is near, getting closer, oh my God, can he hear me? Something rattled, away from me. His footsteps are getting farther away. Something fell, I think, what was it? There are so many things in this room. I want to scream. "Help me someone, help." I don't dare. My hand over my mouth. "Don't do it," I think to myself.

The footsteps are getting closer. What, is he banging on stuff? It sounds like a baseball bat hitting metal. It is so loud. Please, someone help. I jerked. NO! He will hear me. Don't! Lie quiet. I try to control my muscles, but I can't. He was there. He jerked the door to my escape open. He had my leg. I am kicking, hard. I can't get his hand off of my leg. I am crawling, but there is no more room. I scream, "Somebody help me."

I know the tunnel I am in muffled the sound. He wins. He pulls me out, still kicking and screaming. I know no one is around. No one can hear me. He bends me over the edge backwards and rapes me. Tearing my clothes from my body. I can't stop him, he is too strong for me to fight him. So tall, I pray for forgiveness. I can hear him unzip his pants. His cock rips through my body. I can only take him in and let him do what he wants.

When he is finished, he takes his long coat off and wraps it around me. I am so weak. I fall into his arms for support. I am numb. I want to fight, but there is so little will left in me. He kisses me, gently, softly. What does this man want? He just raped me, forcefully. I didn't have a choice. Now his is kissing me gently.

He picks me up and carries me. Like he has cat eyes. He carries me through the dark warehouse. We are outside now. He is walking and all I can do is put my arms around his neck so I don't fall. Where is he taking me, and for what?

He tells me to put my face down into the coat and covers my eyes so I can't see where we are going. He carried me for a short distance then put my legs down and leaned me against a car. He unlocked the door and shoved me in. My legs scraped against the bottom of the door as he was forcing me in. He took something that was soft and bound my wrists. His hands were so quick. I was still dazed from the raping. He then placed a blindfold over my eyes. He opened the coat and exposed my ample breasts. He pinched each nipple, soft at first, and then harder. It was almost brutal. He took each nipple into his mouth, softer now, first licking them and then sucking them. He finished this torment with several hard twists as he squeezed and pulled my nipples downward. He put the seatbelt on me over my arms. I felt so trapped. The car door slammed shut and I heard him walk around to the other side. The door opened and he was in the car with me. He started the engine and we were off.

It seemed like we drove forever, but I had lost all concept of time. He reached over periodically to torment my swollen, aching nipples. I felt like they were probably bleeding by this time. I felt the car pull over to the side of the road. He leaned over and sucked and bit my nipples. He forced my legs apart and thrust one or two fingers into me. I couldn't tell. My pussy ached from the rape.

"Good bitch," he said. "You are nice and wet for my fingers." I hadn't realized it, but I was wet. Partly from his cum, but some of that was from my own fluids. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, "Suck your juices whore," he said. "Lick my fingers clean," I had to comply.

The car was moving again. I had no idea what was going to happen to me. I just knew that I had to survive this. All I wanted was to go to sleep and wake up knowing this had been a horrible dream. We drove on.

Ouch, another pinch and twist. God I wish he would stop that. My nipples are really beginning to hurt. I squeezed my eyes tight behind the blindfold. We kept driving. We finally pulled over. He reached over and grabbed my whole breast this time and sucked hard on the nipple. 

"We're here cunt," was the last thing I heard before the door opened and he was walking around to pick me up out of the car. He carried me a few feet and I felt him reach down to open a door. He carried me inside and I noticed the smell of dead air, air that doesn't move much, almost musty.

He laid me down on the bed. From behind the blindfold I could tell a dim light was turned on. He pulled the coat away from my body. He pulled down some covers and scooted me underneath them. Hands still tied, blindfold still on. "Get some rest," he said. "You're gonna need it."

I don't know how long I slept. It seemed like he had just laid me there. I awoke to my hands tied above my head now and a gag in my mouth. Not a dream after all. He heard me whimper and came over to the bed. He pulled the covers back and laid down beside me. He gently kissed my neck. He gently started to massage my breasts again.

Suddenly he was that animal sucking hard and biting me. First my neck, then my chest. He sucked my breasts hard and worked his way to the swollen areolas. More torment. I heard him unzip his pants again. His weight shifted on the bed and his cock was rubbing my right cheek.

"You're gonna suck it now bitch. I had your pussy, now I want your mouth." His voice was so rough. 

He grabbed the back of my head and slipped the gag downward and out of my mouth. He rubbed his cock all over my lips. He spit on his hands and rubbed it on his cock and over my lips. I didn't want to take it in.

"Don't fight me or this will get worse for you," was his answer to my reluctance. He slapped my face with his cock. Stinging little slaps on my lips. I opened them and he shoved my face onto his member. It was only partially hard. I felt it start to grow in my mouth.

"Take it all bitch." 

He straddled my face with his hand still on the back of my head. He forced his cock into my mouth, pulling out and then shoving in. It kept growing. I was gurgling and grunting. I could barely breath his thrusts were so quick and forceful. The head was at the back of my throat. "Swallow it whore." His voice was deeper and rougher now. He was really enjoying this wasn't he?

I tried to relax the back of my throat. I had only swallowed a whole cock once in my life and that was with a former lover who was gentle and waited for me to suck him. I couldn't relax but it didn't matter. The head started down my throat anyway. I couldn't breath anymore. I couldn't scream. "That's it bitch," came out of his mouth and he started to moan. Thank the powers that be that he shot his load quickly. He pulled his dick out and I gasped for breath. 

I felt him shuttering on top of me. He pulled his leg over me and grasped both of mine up towards my head. He slapped my ass hard several times and shoved his fingers into my pussy again.

"Don't fight me slut. You can never fight me. You are even wetter now than you were before." He got off the bed and I heard him move to the other side of the room. A door opened, or shut, I don't know which, and I heard water running. 

What could possibly come next?

* * * * * *

I heard his heavy footsteps approaching me again. He laid back down beside me. He was naked now. He had a cool washcloth in his hand and wiped my face and mouth. 

"I don't do my own cum," was his explanation for this. Then he kissed me gently again.

He pulled the covers over both of us. My arms were aching from being restrained. Did I dare ask to be released? Even for a little while? I started to take the chance, but my throat was sore and I couldn't speak. My words were barely audible.

"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed when he said it. "Correction, cock." He laughed harder at that one.

"Fucking bastard," I thought to myself. I wished I could see him so he could look into my eyes to see the hatred I knew was flaming from them. It was probably best he didn't see my eyes, not right then anyway. God only knows what he would have done due to a 'look that could kill.'

He started to caress my body all over. Slowly, gently he touched my stomach, the outsides of my hips, between my breasts. He felt me all over. He barely touched my nipples, but it didn't matter. They were on fire from his brutal attacks earlier. My ass cheeks were still stinging and my pussy was crying silently from his forceful finger thrusts and the rape.

He parted my legs and began to massage my clit. He slathered his fingers with my juice and rubbed my clit again, harder this time. He flicked his tongue on my nipples. I felt myself heating up. What the hell was happening? My hips started to move with his touch and my back was arching for his mouth on my tits.

"I can't, I can't enjoy this," I thought to myself. Before I knew it there was an explosion deep in my belly. My entire body shivered. He knew he had won. He took an orgasm from me that I didn't want to give. How could I possibly enjoy his touch after what he had done to me?

"Good girl, good whore," he said. "See what happens when you do what you are told. You liked that, didn't you?"

I started to weep. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't want to be there. Make it all go away.

I felt so defeated. I managed a whisper and asked if he would untie my hands for a little while. He did. He knew I was weak and couldn't get away from him. He laid my arms down beside me. I felt the blood rushing back, and the tingling with it, into my hands.

I curled on my side away from him into a sort of fetal position. He cupped his body up behind me. I felt his manhood growing again. I still couldn't speak. The whisper for freedom had taken its toll on my voice.

He started to hump me from behind, rubbing his cock on my pussy and poking it inside me. "Roll over," he said and forced me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him. He was on his knees resting back and I felt him inside me again.

He was banging me from behind. I heard, and felt, his thighs slap my buttocks and his nutsack slap my clit. He pulled out and I thought I was going to get a break this time, but no. He shoved two fingers in my pussy and rubbed the juice on my ass. He shoved them back in and then into my anus. I realized what was coming next and with every ounce of strength I tried to plunge forward.

My arms were flailing and my legs were kicking again. It was no use. He lunged after me and put his arm under my stomach. His weight was on top of me and I was forced back onto the bed.

"I told you not to fight me bitch," and he shoved the full length of his cock into my ass. I don't know where it came from, but a scream ripped from my throat.

"Go ahead, scream all you want you fucking whore. No one can hear you." With this he began his rhythm. Hard and brutal. Brutal and hard. The thrusts came and came and came.

All of his weight was on top of me so I couldn't move. I had to take this new type of assault. I had never done this before. I had only had a few lovers and none of them ever wanted to do anything like this. Straight sex, oral and vaginal, was all the experience I had. I started to cry.

"Please, please." "Stop, I can't take it." I heard myself pleading with this madman.

"You will take it bitch," was the answer I got.

I don't know how long he fucked me like this. It seemed forever. From the little experience I had, to this point, I remembered that my lovers could always last longer after the initial lovemaking. But this was not lovemaking. This was brutal and rape. I endured as much as I could.

He woke me by slapping my ass and pulling my hair. I didn't feel the rhythm anymore. But as soon as he knew I was awake again he started over. He never pulled out, just did what he had to do to wake me and then continued his assault on my most private of private parts.

"You will stay awake cunt." He didn't yell it, but I could tell by the tone of his voice that he meant business. 

"Now fight me. Fight me and try to get my cock out of your ass."

I didn't know where I would get the strength to fight him. 

"Do it bitch," he commanded.

I started to try to raise myself up. I tried to fight him off. I lifted my legs and arms and tried to push myself up to the head of the bed. I struggled with all my might. Maybe if I gave him what he wanted he would cum and this nightmare would stop. Maybe I could go home. Maybe I would live.

"That's it, good whore. You know you want this." He continued the assault on my ass and he started to stiffen. His was groaning as he pushed me back down. He came hard and fast. His thrusts were just as hard and fast. His whole weight was on me and his body started to shudder then relax.

It was over and he pulled out. He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom, the source of the water earlier. He sat me on the commode so I could expel his cum. He started the water and gave me a bath.

He washed me and said gentle words to soothe me. "Where in the world did this maniac come from?" I thought to myself. He finished the bath and towel dried me off.

He carried me back to the bed. I was exhausted from the brutal attacks on my body. I couldn't speak, the pleas earlier had stolen my voice again. He gave me a drink of water and told me to lie still. I had no choice. I fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, I awoke with my hands tied again and my legs propped up. He was inside me again. Would this nightmare ever stop…

The End, or is it?



Destiny at Mollie's Brothel



If you have never heard of Putaville, the capital of Povera, then you likely haven't read Mollie Buys a Brothel. You've never met Mollie Grossman, Jim Grinsted, or Ronaldo. You have no clue about the hi-tech, ten-storey building full of sex known as Lagarde's Hotel & Spa. So my advice to you is to go back and read Mollie Buys a Brothel, by JimGrinsted. But failing that, I still hope you enjoy this story.

Chapter One

Ruthie did what Ruthie always did every day before breakfast -- she walked with her little sister to fetch water.

The shantytowns of Putaville had long since outgrown the water mains, so Ruthie and Rachel walked for nearly a mile to the communal tap. And there they waited their turn, sometimes for an hour, before lugging the liquid home.

Ruthie has been fetching water since she was three years old. It's a chore for girls and young women. Old women can no longer do it, and men never carry water. Not even gay men carry water.

That particular injustice didn't cross Ruthie's mind this morning, though she was thinking about men. In particular, her marriage prospects sucked, as her mother had just made explicitly clear. At 19 years old Ruthie was washed up -- nearly a spinster. By contrast, Rachel, 15, was already betrothed. In Poveran custom girls were married on their 16th birthday.

Tribal traditions made Ruthie's task even harder. Women had to marry men from certain clans, and once you factored in all the other constraints (geography, age, suitability), there were exactly three eligible bachelors for Ruthie to choose among. Except they weren't all eligible -- two of them had already tied the knot. So Ruthie had to marry Tommy if at all.

She didn't dislike Tommy. Quite the contrary -- he had charm and good looks.

"He's a lush," said her mother, bluntly.

"He'll outgrow it," argued Ruthie.

"You know better than that! Just remember your father. I did all the work, and he spent all the money. Before I kicked him out, that is. Is that how you want to live your life?"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Find somebody else to marry. Putaville is a big city, and you don't have to follow the custom anymore."

"Mama -- you know that won't work. I have a past."

That was the problem. Few of the world's women are still virgins at age 19, and Ruthie had lost hers at 17. But the event had been public -- it happened in a bar when for the first and last time ever she'd gotten drunk. Half the town had seen her stumble off with Mr. Maponga. That one mistake rendered her damaged goods. No respectable man could marry her now.

"So maybe you should go visit Mr. Lagarde?" offered her mother, nervously.

"What? You want me to be a prostitute?"

"No. Of course not. But it beats marrying a lush. Take it from me -- it really does. Besides, I understand they teach school there. Maybe you could learn how to read. By the way, how do you think I supported you children?"

"You're a housekeeper," answered Ruthie, restating what she'd always been told. Her mother worked as a cleaner for the Spanish embassy.

"Yes, I'm a housekeeper. But housekeepers have opportunities, if you know what I mean. There weren't a lot of them, but they made up half my income. Do you really think we could all live on $18 per week?"

That was more information than Ruthie really wanted to know. She silently left the room to go fetch water. The two girls carried the empty jerry cans on their heads.

Fully loaded, water in a jerry can weighs 44 pounds, and including the can itself it's closer to 50 pounds. Rachel helped Ruthie lift the filled can on to her head. The next person in line offered the same assistance to Rachel. Then, with straight backs, eyes facing forward, and a smooth, even gait practiced over many years of carrying water, the women gracefully and seemingly effortlessly started the trek back home.

The weight on her head didn't take the load off her mind. When she got back to the house she pulled her mother aside.

"I think you're right, Mama. I will go to Lagarde's tomorrow. Just to see, mind you. I'm not saying I'm going to work there."

"You do what's best for you, Ruthie. I will love you always, no matter what you do." Chapter Two

Jim Grinsted, used to making phone calls, thought hard before dialing this one.

"Hi Mollie. This is Jim Grinsted. Do you remember me?"

"Of course I do! Gee, it's been a long time -- maybe a year? It's good to hear from you! How are you doing?"

Jim deflected her question with another. "I was just wondering if you were still in the brothel business? And if so, how's it going?"

"Yeah, I'm still in the business. It's going OK. I've made lots of changes, and we're making a profit. But it's a small one, and always at risk. Why do you ask? Are you trying to sell my business." She laughed.

"No. This isn't a business call. I've just been thinking about you a lot recently, and thought I'd give you a call."

"That's sweet, Jim. What's going on?"

Jim hesitated, but he had to get it out. Otherwise why make the call? "A couple of months after we got back from Putaville my wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The doctor gave her six months, but she only lasted for three. She died about six months ago." He started to tear up.

"We'd been married for 35 years. We have three grandchildren now. At least she got to see them."

"Oh dear," said Mollie. "I'm very sorry. Have you kept working?"

"Oh yes. I worked very hard, mainly to get out of the house. It kept my mind off of it. But it wasn't any fun. And I don't need the money anymore. I got plenty to retire on. So I hung up the rolodex last month. I'm having some trouble adjusting. That's why I'm calling you. Hope you don't mind."

"I certainly don't mind! I'm happy to help. What can I do for you?"

"So I was wondering..." Jim hemmed and hawed. "...if I could visit your brothel. I miss female company, and I don't want any entangling relationships right now. So that's why I'm calling."

"Of course you can visit my brothel! We've made a lot of changes, though." She went through the list.

"We're trying to get guests to stay for longer than a day. Putaville is in the middle of nowhere and it takes a long time to get there. We have to give them something to do besides fuck. So I've worked hard to come up with attractions.

"We found some really good bird watching sites, and they're close to the city. We offer excursions with a talented guide. Guests get a free guidebook, and lend them binoculars. They can bring their hostess with them if they want to.

"Then I've tried to turn it into a health club. We converted one of our restaurants into a low-calorie, healthy eatery. We advertise the locally-grown produce. The tag line is Povera: the mainland's organic garden. We have athletic trainers, fitness counselors, and nutritionists on staff. (All of them are female, and all of them put out -- for an extra fee.)

"Part of the fitness effort is our new dance studio. We turned Gloria into a full-time dance instructor. And do you remember Rose? She's become the best dancer in the building. She's too young and attractive to be anything other than a hostess, but she's one of our best teachers. Do you remember the rooftop penthouse? That used to be a business center. We've turned that into a real dance studio."

Mollie continued. "I think you once mentioned that Putaville has some good restaurants. That's true. We offer daily dinner excursions to local eateries -- all expenses paid. Again, the guests can bring their hostesses with them. Of course that won't work for those on the fat farm. But many of our guests aren't, at least not seriously.

"Then we started a school. Our hostesses can attend on days they're not working. Unlike any other school in Putaville, there are no school fees. We hired a full-time teacher. But she gets lots of help because we ask our guests to assist with instruction. Really, her job is to organize and supervise their effort. They LOVE doing it. The schoolgirl they're laboriously instructing in English, reading (in French), or long division today is the one they get to fuck tomorrow. It's a great turn-on. Some of them extend their stay just so they can teach school. Indeed, I think the school has actually become a profit center. Beyond that, guests contribute money for the school, which hopefully will let us educate hostesses' siblings and relatives.

"The bottom line is the average visitor stay has gone from 1.5 days to over 3 days. That's partly because we raised the price. Now we charge $1495 for the first day, and $995 for each additional day. And we have a special offer -- five days for $4995, all inclusive. That includes free transfers from and to the airport.

"And then we've converted the eighth floor to guest rooms. We can now accommodate 30 guests. That's helped with revenue a lot. But we're going to have to build out facilities for the hostesses. Those are substandard.

"One more perk has become very popular. Putaville is a long flight from either Europe or North America. Visitors arrive tired and jetlagged -- they're not up for a night in a brothel. So for $99 we offer guests an initial night at the international hotel, and then they're delivered to the brothel at noon the next day. That's a night to sleep well, rest up, and recover from jetlag, without spending $1500. Again, all transfers from airport to hotel to brothel are included.

"I can't give it to you for free -- we're just not that profitable yet. But I'd be happy to give you a discount."

"No. I don't need a discount," said Jim. "As I said, I have enough money. I'm just wondering if you were still open, and how things might have changed. When would be a good time for me to visit? Will you be in Putaville any time soon?"

"I just got back last week. I won't be going for another couple of months. (I should go more often, but I've got so much on my agenda here that I can't get away.) I don't think you should wait for me. Why don't you go, and then after you get back we can get together and you can tell me all the stuff we're doing wrong."

Jim laughed. "It sounds like you're doing most of it right. But OK -- I'll go by myself. I'll take the five day special -- let's shoot for two weeks from now. But you owe me a date when I get home."

Mollie giggled. "It's a promise."

"Can you make plane reservations for me?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Good. And I'd like the stay at the international hotel, too. That's a good idea. Geez, from Chicago it's a 24 hour trip door to door. I wouldn't be able to get it up after that."

Jim requested Business Class seats, gave Mollie his credit card information, and rang off. The next day he had e-mail confirmation of his reservation. Chapter Three

Ruthie spent an hour on the jitney bus before alighting at the central bus park downtown. She'd had to borrow the fare from her mother -- already a humiliating start to the day. Lagarde's Hotel was at 34 rue Rene Blaen, a fifteen minute walk away. She knew she had to be there by 1pm.

If Ruthie expected a big sign in neon and red lights, she'd have been disappointed. Quite the opposite -- Hôtel Lagarde et Spa tried very hard to stay out of the limelight. Besides the number '34', the only sign was

Hôtel Lagarde et Spa -- l'entrée de visiteur / Visitors' Entrance

stencilled onto the front door.

She walked in only to be met by a guard. "The women's entrance is around the corner." He pointed outside and to the right.

Walking that way around the corner she found a big, steel door that looked like it was locked. The sign was even simpler: "Hôtel Lagarde -- entrée des employés / Employee Entrance". She tried the door, and to her surprise it opened.

When she was unable to produce an employee ID card to swipe through the turnstile, the guard ushered her into an adjacent waiting room. There she waited. Poverans are used to waiting. She waited some more.

Finally she heard dainty footsteps outside the door, and a middle-aged, effeminate man came to fetch her.

"Hello. My name is Ronaldo. And with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

"My name is Ruthie," she said, shyly.

"Hello, Ruthie. Welcome to Hôtel Lagarde et Spa. We're very happy you've come to visit us. Are you interested in working here as a hostess?"

"Yes Sir." Her mouth was so dry she could barely speak the words.

She followed him out the door. He swiped her through the turnstile, and they walked down a hallway past machinery, security guards, cleaning ladies, and other employees. Ronaldo led her into a large room with lockers on all four walls. A woman stood in front of one clad only in her underwear.

"Hello, Joan," said Ronaldo. "Were you late getting off stage today?"

"Yes Sir. A guest detained me. I had no choice."

"Then that's alright -- as long as you haven't broken the rules," he said. "Joan, I'd like to introduce you to a possible new hostess. Her name is Ruthie."

Joan smiled in greeting, though she eyed Ruthie suspiciously. "Welcome," she said. "Lagarde's is a nice place to work. I hope you get the job." She smiled again, now more genuinely.

Ruthie smiled back, so nervous she could hardly speak. "Thank you," she said, very softly.

Ronaldo walked to a door on the far side of the room and bade Ruthie to enter. "Welcome to my office. Please take a seat in front of the desk." He pointed to a row of simple, wooden chairs lined up about five feet in front of a metal desk. Ruthie sat down.

Leaving the door open, Ronaldo walked around the desk. "If a girl is late off stage without a reason she gets fined. We can easily check Joan's story from the computer, though I have no doubt it's true. She won't be fined."

Behind the desk was an old office chair on wheels. It squeaked when Ronaldo sat down, as if he were farting. Ruthie couldn't conceal a giggle.

"Again, welcome to Hôtel Lagarde et Spa. I need to ask you a few questions, Ruthie. I hope you don't mind?"

She nodded.

"First, how old are you?"

"I'm 19, sir." She reached into her bag for her government ID. She was fortunate among Poverans that she actually had a birth certificate, which made this a lot easier to get.

Ronaldo took the ID and looked at it very closely, examining it under a lamp with a magnifying glass. He carefully compared the picture with her face, though how he could tell anything she didn't know. Nevertheless, after several minutes of scrutiny he made a photocopy of the ID and handed it back to her.

"It looks genuine to me, but our security people will check on this. We have to verify your age. My next question might be a little more uncomfortable. Please answer honestly, and don't be afraid of hurting my feelings. You can't offend me. Can you please tell me what you think a hostess at Lagarde's Hotel does?"

Ruthie was nonplussed. She didn't expect this explicit question -- somehow she thought some things were best left unsaid. It took her a few seconds to formulate a response. "I have heard they are prostitutes."

"That is exactly right! Lagarde's Hotel is actually a brothel, and if you work here you will be expected to serve as a prostitute for our guests. You will be well-paid for it, but at bottom, that's what it is.

"Do you still want to work here?"

Ruthie wasn't so sure, but she still managed to say "yes, sir."

"Good. So now comes the next hard part of this interview. I need to ask you to take off all your clothes for me and let me see you naked."

"Please, sir. I wasn't expecting that right now. I'd be much more comfortable doing that in front of a woman."

"You have half of what you want," laughed Ronaldo. "I'm gay, so I'm definitely not going to molest you. I couldn't do this job if I wasn't gay -- it'd be much too frustrating. Now with the security guards -- that's another story. I get so horny when I look at them. But you? I know what straight men like, but I don't much care for it myself. Call it the queer eye for the straight guy."

His chair squeaked as he sank back into it.

"Can we at least shut the door?" she begged.

"You can if you want, but after this you will have to walk through that door and across the hall naked to the doctor's office. So it won't really help you any."

Ruthie looked stunned. She started to cry.

"I'm not asking you to do this just to be mean. If you work here you will be spending a lot of your days being naked in public. If you can't do it here and now, then I can't hire you. So you have three choices. One is you can strip naked and do as I ask. The only person who's going to touch you is the doctor, and she's a lady. Or you can decide you don't want to work here. Or you can go home and think about it, and if you decide you want to try again, please come back any time."

Ruthie chickened out. She chose the last option. Though as she walked out onto the street and heard the big steel door close behind her she instantly regretted her decision. Where could she again get enough money for another trip on the jitney bus?

 Chapter Four

Jim called his old friend Bob Scheinberg to meet for drinks at the Pump Room on Chicago's Gold Coast. It was a few blocks from where Jim lived.

"Hi Bob. How're you doin?"

"I'm still working. Business has slowed down since the recession, so I've got more time for golf than I'm used to. I don't really mind. I envy you, what retiring and all."

Bob and Jim were longtime business buddies -- competitors, actually, but they really liked each other. They'd attended the same high school on the Northwest Side, but didn't know each other then. Bob was a few years younger.

"Yeah. When Janet died work wasn't fun anymore," said Jim. "That forced my hand. But I'm going to try to snap out of it. She's gone for almost a year now -- it's time to move on."

"I'm glad to hear that, Jim. Frankly, I've been worried about you. Who's the lucky lady?"

Jim laughed. "No, no. Not that. No way am I ready for that. I got something a lot more subversive up my sleeve."

"Out with it, man. I'm waiting."

"About a year ago I brokered this business. The lady who bought it was Mollie Grossman -- she's based up in Toronto."

"So you like this Mollie lady?"

"No...well, yeah, I guess I do, but that's not the point. The business she bought is this brothel in Putaville, Povera. So I called her up the other day and asked if I could visit. She said yes, of course. Then I asked if she'd be there at the same time. That answer was no. But she promised we could get together and discuss my adventure after I got home again. I'll take her up on that."

"So you gotta go half way around the world and back just to get a date with this broad? Is she worth that much to you?"

"No, not just that, though I guess I'm making it sound that way. But I want to go to the brothel anyway. I've been short on female company lately, and I don't really want any relationships right now. If something develops with Mollie later, well, that's fine. But I'd like to fuck some girls, and they got other things to do there besides."

"That does sound like fun," admitted Bob. "My wife would never let me do that! Again, I envy you."

"Don't tell your wife about this. In fact, don't tell anybody. This is just between you and me."

"Yeah, sure. I understand. So what are some of the other things you can do there?"

"They got birdwatching. That doesn't interest me at all. And then they have excursions to local restaurants. I've been to Putaville and they've got some good restaurants, so I'd like to do that.

"They have a really good dance teacher. Her name's Gloria. I'd like to learn how to dance better, though I'm so uncoordinated it might not help. But the girls can dance with you with no underwear, or even naked if that's what you want."




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"Hmm. That sounds like fun!"

"And then they're teaching school. Visitors get to teach their prostitutes reading and arithmetic. They're pupils on Monday, and you can fuck them on Tuesday. I think I'd enjoy both parts of that bargain."

"Cool!" said Bob. "How long are you staying?"

"Five days. It's an all-inclusive package, including the girls. Even some alcohol is included."

"And then after that you get a date with Mollie. How many girls do you gotta fuck before she'll agree to see you?"

Jim laughed. "I don't need to tell her the truth, do I. She's gonna be more interested if the sheets were clean and if the food was good." He paused, pensively. "I'm an old guy. I may not actually fuck all that many."

"Take some blue pills with you. That'll probably help."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Good idea."

"As I say, I envy you, Jim. Not many guys can do that. Either we're married, or we don't have enough money, or our health is failing, or whatever. But go have a blast. Before you talk to Mollie you gotta fill me in on it."

"It's a deal," said Jim. And they ordered another round of drinks. Chapter Five

Ruthie's mother tried to keep her anger in check, but failed. "So you wasted sixty cents in bus fare! Do you know how long it took me to get that money together for you? I can understand if you don't want to work at Lagarde's, but why can't you make that decision here, for free? You don't need to go all the way down there and then come home empty handed without even trying."

"I'm sorry, Mama. But it all happened much faster than I expected. He just out of the blue asked me to take my clothes off. I mean, if they could've been a bit more gentle about it. How would you feel if somebody asked you to take your clothes off, in public, after not even five minutes of conversation?"

"I'd take my fricking clothes off. What do you expect in a brothel? That all they do is sit around and think about it?"

"Now I know better," Ruthie said.

It took a week and a half before, between the two of them, they'd managed to scrounge up money for another trip to Lagarde's. "I won't let you down this time, Mama," promised Ruthie.

So once again she walked through the steel door, and again the guard ushered her into the waiting room. Now there were two other women also waiting. They sat as far from each other as possible. Ruthie took a seat half way between the two.

There was no conversation -- everybody was too nervous. Ruthie eyed her competition. The lady on her left was older -- maybe even fifty. She had borne and nursed children. While dressed nicely with makeup, she didn't look like a prostitute.

The woman on her right might have been Ruthie's age, or perhaps in her twenties. She was a tall, big-boned girl, though well proportioned. Handsome in her own way, she didn't fit the sweet little sex toy stereotype. She had big tits, loosely covered in a blouse that exposed plenty of cleavage.

Ruthie recognized Ronaldo's footsteps. He looked round the room at his new charges.

"Ruthie!" he exclaimed. "I'm happy to see you again."

Ruthie was impressed that he remembered her name.

"My name is Ronaldo," he said to the other two. And who are the other young ladies present?" He looked first to the older woman.

"My name is Faith."

"And you, my dear," asked Ronaldo, politely.

"I am Felicity," replied the younger girl.

Faith, Ruthie and Felicity followed Ronaldo to his office, and sat down on the chairs in front of his desk.

"I need to see your ID cards, ladies."

Ronaldo glanced briefly at Ruthie's, and then paid careful attention to the other two. It took five minutes. Finally he returned the cards. "Ruthie, I took the liberty of having security check your information, and it is verified. So you've passed the ID test. Faith and Felicity -- security will be verifying your IDs over the next day or so."

There followed some brief conversation about what happens in a brothel, and then came the request upon which Ruthie had foundered.

"I now ask all three of you to take off your clothes. I need to see you naked. After that, I will send you to the doctor's office."

Then he turned to Faith. "Faith, I doubt I will be able to put you on the roster. European men have a taste different from us Poverans, and I'm afraid you don't have the body type to be successful with them. It's not your fault, and you should please not take it personally. Indeed, in my opinion I think you're beautiful.

"Now I won't know this for certain until after you take off your clothes, but if you're shy about that, you can leave now and not worry too much about it."

Faith started to cry. "Please give me a chance, sir. I will try very hard to make you happy."

"As you wish. If the three of you could please take off all your clothes and stand naked in front of the desk, then I can make a judgement who moves on to the the next step."

Felicity looked as surprised by this request as Ruthie had been. But apparently she had more courage. She started to unbutton her blouse. Faith, nervous for a completely different reason, was already half naked.

Ruthie wore the ankle-length skirt and button-down blouse common to rural women. She'd rehearsed in her mind how she was going to take her clothes off, and like Felicity she started unbuttoning her blouse. Her "bra" was a piece of cloth tied firmly around her bosom, holding it in place. She untied that and let her medium-sized breasts fall out. They were small compared to her countrywomen, but very attractive. The skirt was held in place by a drawstring tied in the front. She untied it and let it fall around her ankles. She had smooth, clear-skinned thighs, perfectly proportioned.

Her "panty" was a discarded pair of men's shorts. She'd meticulously laundered it the night before -- it couldn't possibly have been cleaner. But it wasn't fashionable, and couldn't compare to the lace panties she'd once seen in a foreign fashion magazine.

"Please take off your shoes," Ronaldo asked.

Ronaldo didn't care what they wore. He sized them up carefully, literally from head to toe. Without touching them, he moved closer, searching for blemishes, imperfections, and signs of disease.

"Hold out your hands, please."

His passionless, queer eye considered only how much money he thought they'd earn. Ruthie felt humiliated, but not as bad as she'd imagined.

"Faith, you may get dressed now if you'd like. But please wait here. I will be back for you in a moment. Ruthie and Felicity, please come with me, and bring your clothes with you.They gathered their things and followed him into the next room, with the lockers.

He found two empty lockers. Each contained a pair of flip flops that he removed for them to wear. "Put your clothes in here. I will lock it for you and you'll get them back when you leave. Right now you have to go see the doctor. After they'd hung up their clothes his card swiped the lockers closed.

They walked out into the hallway. A couple security guards stood there, obviously enjoying this part of their job. Ruthie kept a stiff upper lip and ignored them. Felicity tried, unsuccessfully, to cover herself up. Fortunately they didn't have far to go, for soon they turned into the doctor's office.

The waiting room was full. There were about eight women present. "Every hostess has to have a monthly health check. Most of them get that done right after shift change," explained Ronaldo. Besides Ruthie and Felicity, none of the others were naked. Instead they wore bikinis -- more than a thong, but not modest enough for polite company. Ruthie sat down in one of the few remaining seats.

"Congratulations," said the woman next to her.

"Congratulations? Why?"

"Because if you've gotten this far you've been hired. Ronaldo likes you. That will change only if they find a problem.

"My name is Hilda. And your name is...?"

"I am Ruthie," she said, smiling. "Should I be happy about working here? So far it's not a lot of fun."

"It won't be fun at all in the beginning. You'll hate it. But you'll make more money than you've ever dreamed of. And then you'll get used to the bad stuff. It still won't be fun, but it won't be all that bad. Parts of the job will be fun."

"What do you like about working here?"

"The people are very nice. Ronaldo is a kind-hearted man -- don't let him scare you. Elizabeth is also a good person. And I like our new owner -- Miss Mollie. She doesn't come all that often, but she's made changes that are good for everybody. Some of the guests are nice. Actually, most of the guests are nice. But some of them are real jerks. Perverts. You just have to deal with it."

Hilda was called into the doctor's office. Forty five minutes later it was Ruthie's turn.The doctor and her staff poked and prodded, took blood tests, wanted a urine sample, and asked some very personal, impertinent questions. Ruthie chose to tell them the truth. Chapter Six

The flight to London had been on time and uneventful. Jim had a six hour layover at Heathrow before catching the British Airways flight to Putaville. Finally he got on the plane, grateful for the Business Class seat. His seat partner was a youngish, attractive woman, perhaps forty years old. Jim just wanted to sleep, but she started to talk.

"Hi. I'm Megan."

"Hello. I'm Jim. I'm from Chicago. Where do you live?"

"I'm from London. I've been home visiting my folks. I'm actually living in Putaville right now."

"Really. Do you like living there? I've been there a couple of times, but never for more than a few days. That's long enough."

"It is a bit dull," answered Megan, with a smile. "But my job is there, so I have no choice."

"Where do you work?"

"I'm a country manager for the United Nations Development Program. I manage funding for projects all over Povera. I also handle Umashi, next door. So I end up travelling a lot. What do you do?"

"I'm retired as of about two months ago," said Jim. "But I used to work as a business broker. My previous visits were for business, but now I'm just going as a tourist."

"A tourist? Really? There aren't that many tourists in Putaville. Where are you staying?"

Jim really wanted to sleep. But he couldn't resist pulling this lady's chain. What was a UN bureaucrat doing flying around in Business Class, anyway? That put a lie to her claim that she was mostly helping poor people. At least that's what Jim thought.

"I'm spending five days at Lagarde's Hotel."

He watched for a reaction. It didn't take long. The smile faded. Hostility displaced the friendliness. "Isn't that a brothel?" Megan asked.

"Yes, it is." He was having fun with this. He looked straight at her, smiling.

"Do you think that's a very good thing to do? I mean, lots of people are trying to help Povera get out of poverty, and what you're doing certainly hurts that cause."

"Whaddaya mean? I'll be spending over $5,000, almost all of which will go to Lagarde's employees and local vendors. How is that making people poorer?"

Megan responded angrily. "But the women don't make any money. They're sex slaves."

Jim was matter-of-fact. "The average prostitute at Lagarde's makes $150 per 24 hour shift. They have 120 women on their roster as prostitutes. They have 60 or so other employees who make between $5 and $10 per day -- a generous wage in Putaville. And of that sixty, 30 or 40 who are female have an opportunity to sell sex on the side for extra cash. Anybody can quit at any time -- and they do. These people are not slaves."

"I take it you've spent a lot of time at Lagarde's," accused Megan. "You obviously know a lot."

"This is the first time I'm going as a tourist. As I said, I'm a business broker. The company changed owners last year and I handled the transaction. I made a couple of trips to make that happen. But I never got to enjoy the benefits of the brothel before. And since my wife died and I've become friends with the new owner, I thought I'd give it a try." Jim took a breath.

"And if you don't like what I do, just what are you doing to make Povera richer?" he asked Megan.

"We're working on establishing a micro-credit bank to lend to women-owned small businesses. That's been very helpful in other countries in helping women earn a living."

Jim knew more about economics than she did. "Until Povera has something to export, there is no way it will get rich. Without exports, all they'll be doing is cutting each other's hair. Tourism is a kind of export -- it brings foreign exchange into the country. Unlike your micro-credit, Lagarde's actually creates wealth. I agree that a brothel isn't the best export. But let me know when you have a better suggestion."

She didn't want to talk to him anymore. He reclined his seat and promptly fell asleep. Chapter Seven

By the time they'd both seen the doctor the waiting room was empty. They were asked to wait, naked. Half an hour later Ronaldo came to fetch them. He brought two bikinis with him, such as the other women had worn, and bid them to put them on. "You don't need to be naked all day. You've proven that you can do it."

They followed him down the hall to a small conference room. "Please be seated. Elizabeth will be here in a few minutes." They waited some more.

Elizabeth had a strong personality, commanding respect at first glance. Attractive, about 45 years old, and dressed conservatively, she began by admitting the truth. "I worked as a hostess for ten years before I became stage manager. I have fucked hundreds of men, maybe even thousands. Even today, I get bought out two or three times per week. So I know something about prostitution.

"Ronaldo decides if you get hired, but I can fire you. Once you walk out on stage you work for me. Actually, you work for our guests, but after them you work for me. I set the rules, and I will punish you if you break them. Is that clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," said Ruthie, echoed by Felicity.

"Let's start by watching the video that we show our first-time guests." Elizabeth showed the video starring Linda, described in the story Mollie Buys a Brothel.

"We are an entertainment business. Our guests come here to have fun. Anytime you are in a place where guests are also present, you are on stage. That means you have to smile, be friendly, polite, obedient, and cooperative. If you're sick, or angry, or too unhappy to be in showbiz, you need to get off stage.

"You will provide our guests the services normally offered in a brothel. He can ask you to strip naked almost anywhere in the building. Or he can take your clothes off himself. You need to obey this command immediately, with a smile on your face.

"He can grope you and fondle you. He can kiss you. You do not have to let him put his hands inside of you. He can fuck you with a condom. He can ask for a blow job. We have been unable to require condoms for blow jobs -- that's too unpopular. You can insist on a condom for blow jobs if you want, but you will likely lose the business if you do. Some of our guests have fetishes -- for example they might want to suck your toes. You do what makes them happy.

"You can refuse to do anal, or you can charge him extra. (Our extra charges are always $50 per service, of which you get $35.) Likewise, you can charge extra for toilet sports, or refuse to do that altogether."

Ruthie had no idea what toilet sports were, and didn't really want to find out.

"Under no circumstances are guests allowed to fuck you without a condom, beat or hit you, tie you up, or injure you in any way. If a guest tries to do those things to you, return his card immediately, move off stage and report the incident to Ronaldo. We will investigate, and if the allegations seem true we will remove the guest from the hotel.

"You can always turn down a guest. You do that by returning his card to him and moving off stage. You must stay off stage for at least half an hour. We will defend you if he has made an unreasonable request. On the other hand, if you routinely deny guests services which are normally expected in a brothel, then you will eventually be let go.

"There are three sins that will get you fired immediately:





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Then he reached into his desk drawer and took out some money. "Here is five dollars for each of you for your time and work today." He took them to the lockers, Ruthie got dressed again (it felt good) and went home.

She gave the five dollars to her mother. Chapter Eight

The car dropped Jim off at 34 rue Rene Blaen shortly past noon on Sunday. The security guard, smiling, took his suitcase and escorted him to the elevator -- the express elevator directly to the fifth floor. It opened onto a small room, rather like the lobby of a modest motel. A woman stood behind the desk.

"Hello Mr. Jim," she said, surprising Jim that she already knew his name. "My name is Priscilla. We're so happy that you're joining us. Miss Mollie has asked us to upgrade your room to a suite. Your room is 1005. You will have a beautiful view of the city from your balcony.

"I need to see your passport and credit card."

Jim fished the documents out of his pocket and handed them over. Priscilla busied herself with paperwork. No doubt she's available thought Jim, mentally undressing her. She was middle-aged and obviously a mother. But not yet a grandmother. A perfect MILF.

"I need your signature here and here," she said. Jim signed for the charges and the room.

"This is your card." She handed him a laminated document about the size of an index card. It had "Mr. Jim" printed in large type on both sides, so it could double as a nametag. "This card is your passport to all the services in the hotel, and you should carry it with you at all times. It will unlock your room, allow you to eat in the restaurants, and compensate the hostesses. You can use it to purchase extra services that aren't covered in the base price. You do not need to carry any additional money or documents around with you. At the end of your stay, if you want to leave a tip to a hostess or two, or to the serving staff, you can do so with your card. Any charges will be added to your credit card bill.

"We have a ten-minute long video that we show to first-time visitors to Lagarde's Hotel. Would you like to watch that?"

Jim shook his head. He'd already seen it, as described in the story, Mollie Buys a Brothel.

"So Bernard can show you to your room now. A uniform is laid out there ready for you to use if you'd like. Once you've settled in, please take this elevator back here. Then your card will let you through the turnstile into the hotel. That will mark the beginning of your time here. After that, please use the guest elevators on the other side of the building -- those will be much more convenient for you."

Jim nodded.

"Please have a wonderful stay at Lagarde's Hotel. If you need any assistance, contact the concierge in the main lobby, on the other side of this wall." She pointed behind her. "And please don't forget -- my name is Priscilla. If there is anything I can do for you, just let the concierge know and I will be your faithful servant." She smiled broadly, looking him in the eye.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, truthfully. He followed Bernard to the elevator.

The suite turned out to be a large sitting room with an attached bedroom. Mollie had clearly invested some money -- the furnishings were new, and everything was spectacularly clean. As promised, there was a uniform laid out on the bed for him. It consisted of a shirt and shorts, both colored a washed-out blue. The shirt was emblazoned Guest, Hôtel Lagarde et Spa in faded, yellow letters. A note accompanied the outfit.

We urge you to wear this uniform during your stay at Lagarde's Hotel. It will be more comfortable and sanitary for you, and it allows our hostesses and staff to immediately identify you as a valued guest. Our cleaning staff will provide you with a clean uniform every day. You may request a clean uniform from the concierge's desk whenever you need one. Each uniform is washed at least daily in hot water, strong bleach, and disinfectant.

Jim changed into the uniform. There was a hook on the left sleeve for his card. He proceeded back to the elevator and returned to the fifth floor. Smiling at Priscilla as he walked by, he entered the vestibule with the turnstile. An RFID reader near his left shoulder sensed his card and let him pass through.

Turning the corner, he stepped into the main lobby of the Hôtel Lagarde et Spa. Chapter Nine

Ruthie did what Ruthie had never done before. Instead of walking with her sister to fetch water, this morning she rode the jitney bus bound for 34 rue Rene Blaen. With great trepidation and a heavy heart, she walked through the imposing steel door. She swiped the card Ronaldo had given her through the turnstile, earning her entrance into the hotel.

She found her way to Ronaldo's office. The door was open but he was not there. She waited in the room with lockers. It was nearly empty, but a hostess had left stage a few minutes early and changed into her street clothes. "I need to get home to my son," she explained, unprompted. "It's not good to leave early. I don't do it often."

"I'm sure Ronaldo won't mind," suggested Ruthie.

"Ronaldo won't, but Miss Mollie will. She gets upset if you swipe out early. She thinks it's cheating the guests. But I have no choice today. I hope I can get out of here before Ronaldo sees me." She grabbed her things and rushed out of the room.

Seconds later, Ronaldo walked in. "Ruthie!" he exclaimed, happily. "I'm glad you're here today. I think we're short staffed. You're almost certain to make the cast today."

Ruthie smiled nervously.

"Buck up, girl," he said, lightly patting her on the back. "You won't have an easy day today. It'll be really hard. But it will be over by tomorrow morning, and then you'll have more money than you've ever dreamt. If you really don't like working here you don't ever need to come back again. But steel yourself up for it, because if you don't get through today you won't have the choice."

Ruthie thought how disappointed her mother would be if she chickened out again, and vowed to herself not to do that. "I'll be strong, sir," she told Ronaldo.

He laughed. "I'm sure you will be. I have faith in you. Now we've got a lot of work to do."

Ruthie got photographed and fingerprinted. From these a 3x5 ID card was manufactured, labelled Miss Ruthie in large type. The whole thing was laminated. "This is your permanent card. Please don't lose it. Replacing it will cost you money." He handed it to her. "You will use this throughout the hotel. It will also let you take money from the bank where your salary is deposited." Ruthie gripped it tightly. "Your number is 2135. People will call you by your name, but the computer will call you by that number."

"Goodness gracious!" exclaimed Ronaldo. "It's already past 10. We need to get you auditioned. Come along."

They left his office and walked back toward the front entrance. A large waiting room on the left was filled with girls in street clothes, waiting to see if they'd make cast. There must have been about a hundred women present. A row of TV monitors along the far wall would eventually bring the news.

"Please touch your card here." Ruthie did as directed. "That is how you audition. You must do this before 10:30. Even one minute later will be too late. A computer in Canada decides who gets cast. I don't get to choose. Because you're new, and because we're fully booked today, it's likely you will make the cut. Your number will show up on the monitors on the wall. That will happen just past 10:30."

Which was only five minutes away. The room grew silent as the moment approached, all eyes looking toward the screens. As Ronaldo predicted, at the appointed time 70 or more numbers appeared. And there it was -- 2135 appeared between 2119 and 2143. Ruthie had made the cut.

A cheer went up from most of the girls in the room. But not everybody had been cast. Groans and even a few tears darkened the faces of many. "I'm glad you made it," said Ronaldo. "But that won't happen every day. There will be some days when you won't get cast. Don't take it personally. But now we have a lot of work to do. Follow me."

He led her down to the far end of the hallway. "What color underwear do you want?" he asked as they walked. The question had never occurred to Ruthie, who didn't know what to answer. He smirked at her confusion. "Tell the lady red when she asks. If you don't like it, you can pick a different color next time."

They followed all the other girls into a room containing a long counter, behind which stood three or four employees. "When you present your card, one of the ladies is going to give you a bag, a bra and pantie in the color you choose, and a pair of flip flops. All of these are barcoded, and you must return all of them at the end of your shift tomorrow morning. You will be fined if you can't do that.

"The reason is sanitary -- we don't want hostesses exchanging underwear or shoes. That spreads disease. That's why you have to use the same underwear all day. The exception is that if it gets dirty, you can go to the concierge's desk any time during your shift and exchange it for a clean set. There's no penalty for that."

Ronaldo did not go with her to the counter, but gave her directions on what to do. Ruthie handed the lady her card.

"What color do you want?" the lady asked.

"Red."

The lady fetched a bag, which she labeled with 2135, a set of red underwear, and a matching pair of flip flops. These she all handed to Ruthie before addressing the next customer.

"There's a pocket inside your bag for your card," explained Ronaldo. "The pocket on the outside is for your guest's card. Put your card in the bag." Ruthie obeyed. "You can leave it there for the entire shift.

Ronaldo turned, motioning for her to follow. They returned to the locker room.

"Put your street clothes in the locker," Ronaldo instructed. "You can keep any jewelry -- I see you don't have any. You'll have to get some. Make sure it's cheap because jewelry frequently gets lost, especially earrings. You'll also want to buy some makeup."

Ruthie hesitated. "So you are going to spend a lot of time naked today," continued Ronaldo, "Now is not the time to get nervous about it. Keep your courage, girl!."

Ruthie stripped clean, and then dressed again in the prescribed underwear and flip-flops. Ronaldo watched disinterestedly, like a man waiting for a bus.

"Whenever you get naked you have to put your underwear in your bag. Don't forget! It will cost you money if you do. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," said Ruthie.

"And then when you get dressed again you use the same underwear from your bag. You never use anybody else's underwear. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

She followed Ronaldo down the hallway. The air got more humid as they approached the hot showers. Ruthie had never taken a hot shower before. "You need to wash yourself," said Ronaldo.

"Jennie!" he called to a passing girl. She paused at attention. "This is Ruthie, our new hostess. Can you show her how to use the shower and make sure she gets clean?"

"Of course. Nice to meet you, Ruthie. Come with me. We need to hurry because we have to be on stage by noon."

Ruthie followed her new friend to the changing room. Together they stripped naked again, putting the underwear in their bags. These were hung on a hook. They walked into the shower room -- a large space with about 20 showers, all running. They had to wait a few minutes until a station was free. Each station came with soap and shampoo dispensers. Ruthie followed Jennie's lead, lathering up from head to toe, with extra attention to tits, ass, and pubes.

"Hurry up," said Jennie. "We don't have a lot of time."

They grabbed towels on the way out. Jennie spent some time at the make-up counter. "You'll need to buy some make-up later. It's not important today."

Ronaldo was waiting for her as she left the shower room.

He led her across the hall. It looked like a gigantic thrift shop -- there was rack after rack of clothes: dresses, skirts, blouses, pants, etc. "Pick some clothes you like. I suggest a dress -- it's easy to take off. Later you can find things that are more complicated."

Ruthie, too nervous to worry much about fashion, picked a white dress with red polka dots. "That will look really nice on you," offered Ronaldo. "Good choice.

"When you take off your dress, you can just leave it lie. You don't need to wear the same dress all day. There are racks on every floor from which you can choose new outerwear. So, you need to keep track of your bag, underwear and shoes, and not lose them. They're barcoded. But you can leave the dress behind wherever the guest asks you to remove it. You don't need to worry about what happens to the dress."

"So it is now 11:45," said Ronaldo. "You must be on stage before noon. You need to stay on stage until eleven, tomorrow morning. You must be off-stage no later than noon. If you're late off-stage without good reason you will be fined.

"You can come off-stage during your shift for good reason, for example if you cut yourself and are bleeding. Do not bring your guest's card off-stage. That will get you fired. Don't leave stage unless you really have to. Many problems can be solved at the concierge's desk on the fifth floor. Go there first.

When you get off stage tomorrow, please come and see me before you leave. I need to explain how you get your money." She nodded.

"Are you ready to go, girl?"

Ruthie looked him in the eye. "Yes."

"Follow me." They walked toward the back end of the building toward an elevator. In front of it was a turnstile. "Swiping through the turnstile starts your shift. I suggest you start by taking the elevator to the fifth floor. As you leave the elevator you'll cross a red line. Then you're on stage. Hopefully you can find a nice guest to take care of you."

Actually, she didn't need to swipe. The RFID reader picked up her card still in her bag. A "bing" sounded and the little LED light turned green. How she walked through the turnstile she didn't know. Her legs felt like lead. Her head felt dizzy. She dreaded what she'd encounter. Still, along with four other girls all heading for the lobby, she lurched onto the elevator. Chapter Ten

Turning the corner, Mr. Jim (as he was now called) stepped into the main lobby of Hôtel Lagarde et Spa. The crowd of hostesses smiled and flirted, raised their skirts and adjusted their bras. But, like the Red Sea, the scrum parted in front of him. Mr. Jim knew they weren't allowed to touch him until he'd given them his card.

He resolved not to make a quick decision. After all, the most flirtatious girl is not always the prettiest, nor is the prettiest necessarily the best lay. Better to wait a ten or fifteen minutes to size up the choices. He walked toward the coffee shop where he could sit and admire the show.

On his way he caught sight of a polka-dot dress, almost hidden behind a planter in the corner of the room.

The girl wearing the dress was young. She looked downcast, not flirting and not looking at Jim. Of course it's an act thought Jim. Shyness is sexy. He knew it was an act, but it still turned him on. Forgetting his resolve to take his time, instead he marched over to the planter to claim the prize before somebody else got there first.

"Hi. My name is Mr. Jim," he said, smiling.

The girl looked up, shocked, noticing him for the first time. She was speechless.

"Don't be so surprised," he said, grabbing the card off his shoulder. "I don't bite. What's your name?"

"Ruthie," she stammered, still not smiling.

"Nice to meet you, Ruthie. Here, move your hand so I can give you my card." Her arm blocked the pocket on her bag. She looked down and reluctantly moved her arm out of the way. Mr. Jim put his card in the pocket and his hand on her butt. Ruthie started to move away, but then thought better of it.

"Let's go get a cup of coffee." He pulled her close to him and escorted her toward the coffee shop.

"What do you take in your coffee?" he asked, offering her a seat. She didn't answer, looking at him confused.

It dawned on him that she'd never had a cup of coffee before. "Is this your first day working here, Ruthie?"

She nodded, barely perceptibly.

Jim smiled the biggest smile he'd ever smiled. He vowed to make her initiation as pleasant as possible, at least for Jim. "Are you hungry?" She nodded, as if she'd just realized how hungry she really was. "I need to borrow your bag for a minute. It has my card in it."

He tried to decide whether to get her coffee or hot chocolate, settling on a cup of mocha (which has both). He got a large danish for her and a black coffee for himself. He offered her bag to the cashier; the RFID reader sensed both his card and hers, letting Mollie know exactly what he was doing.

He figured he'd let her eat and drink unmolested before the strip and fuck. But then she'd get it but good.

Ruthie inhaled the danish as if she were starving. The first sip of mocha elicited a grimace. She tried it again. And with the third attempt she discovered she enjoyed it. Soon the cup was empty.

"Come stand over here," Mr. Jim instructed, pointing to a spot between his legs. Ruthie reluctantly obliged. He hugged her, hands on her butt, pulling her close to him and burying his face in her soft, youthful bosom.

His hand slid under her dress and reached for her panty. He slid that off her hips and let it fall to her ankles. He lifted her dress high enough so he could glimpse her pussy, which his hand moved round to stroke.

He saw tears well up in her eyes.

"Don't start crying on me. You'll lose your job if you do. This is what we do in a brothel."

Ruthie pulled herself together.

"You need to put your panty in your bag. Otherwise you'll lose money."

Ruthie stepped out of the underwear and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Jim let her keep her modesty for a minute, but his hands explored the nether parts under her dress.

But only for a minute. Her adolescent breasts demanded his attention. He moved his hand under her dress up her belly. That lifted the hem to her waist, revealing butt and pussy for all to see. He sensed jealousy among other patrons. Her clear, black, soft, youthful skin, tight butt and perfect thighs were a man's dream.

The hands felt for her bra, massaging her breasts through them. But why bother? Instead he felt around to the back and unhooked the thing. He slipped the straps down her sleeves and asked her to remove it. She did. "Put it in your bag," he reminded her.

Now he made no effort to keep her modest -- the hem got raised to her bosom. His hands explored those pert, girlish breasts. Again he pulled her close so he could kiss them.

The dress got in the way. He asked her to turn around while he unhooked it, then sliding the garment off her shoulders. It pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it. He picked it up and threw it onto a chair.

She stood naked facing the room, her back toward him. Jim now realized that she wore neither make-up nor jewelry. Apart from the flip-flops, this was as close to a birthday suit as you'd ever find in a brothel. He caught others admiring his girl.

He turned her round and sat her on his lap. She instinctively tried to cover herself with her hands.

"Remember," said Jim. "This is a brothel. I get to touch you. Put your arm around my shoulders." She obeyed. "Now put your other hand to the side, out of the way." She did that, too. "And spread your legs so I can touch your beautiful pussy."

That was harder for her. Apparently it tickled. "Do you want me to complain to Elizabeth?" Ruthie certainly didn't want that -- she forced her knees apart.

Jim spent the next quarter hour slowly sipping his coffee and pawing his girl. He loved her thighs and breasts. Her pussy needed trimming, but everything was clean. He enjoyed the envy he felt from passers-by.




Destiny Awaits



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Halloween, the night that boundaries between different realms and realities are weakened, when boundaries between good and evil, natural and supernatural become thin and beings or creatures from different worlds can move freely through our world. The gates open for one night a year.

My name is Raven, it's a strange name, my mother named me that the moment she saw my jet-black hair, porcelain skin and dark blue eyes. But I like it, it's unique and well I think it suits me. I had loved my mother dearly, she had raised me alone until she died tragically when I was 10 years old. She was a beautiful woman, like an angel. She had such light blonde hair that it was almost white. In the sun it shimmered like gold and like silver in moonlight, she was quite a petite woman, quite short with modest breasts and a slim waist, she looked so light I used to think she could float away with the wind.

She had loved Halloween, she used to dress me up in cute little witches outfits and take me trick or treating. We'd have our own little party, just the two of us. We carved pumpkins and biscuits shaped like ghouls and monsters, and drinks that were bright green or bloody red. Then, at the end of the day she would take me to bed, tuck me in and read to me about witches and wizards, fairies, elves, angels and dragons until I was sound asleep before she would sneak away out into the night. 

One night I pretended to be asleep and once she had left the room I got up still dressed and followed her as she crossed the garden and headed for the woods. She walked swiftly through the trees like a passing shadow. She reached a little glade lit by moonlight, and surrounded by tall silver birch trees. At one side was a wall of smooth granite rock and a small waterfall which gently tumbled over the edge into a crystal clear pool, a small bubbling brook lead away from the pool, the water sparkling in the silvery light as though a thousand fairies were dancing across the surface before it disappeared from sight into the darkness of the woods. I found a tree quickly and climbed up into the branches. Hidden amongst the foliage, I watched as she took off her clothes and danced naked in the moonlight. I was completely awed by her. I had never seen my mother act like this. 

As she danced her skin gave off a silvery glow, at first I thought that every ray of the moons light had been focused solely upon her as if the moon itself was drawn to her naked beauty, and her young and beautiful body shining was the moons embrace. But the more she danced and the brighter she became, I realised that the light was actually coming from her and not from the moon. Soon she was brighter and more radiant than the lunar orb that shone above her. Her rounded breasts bounced lightly as she leapt from foot to foot twirling and circling, sweeping and swooping her white, blonde hair flowing out like liquid silver behind her lithe form. I could almost imagine tall elegant white wings sweeping out behind her; she was so light on her feet. It was as though those wings had always been there, and although they were there no longer. The memory of them still remained and took form. I watched her transfixed for how long? I couldn't say, a hundred years could have passed and seemed no more than a minute and still a minute could have been an eternity for all I knew, it was as though time itself had changed its course so that it could stop to admire her beauty for itself. 

It seemed that I was not the only one drawn to her. After some time a tall, powerful man with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes stepped elegantly into the clearing; he too was naked and his body was already responding to the sight of her naked beauty, I might have been concerned for her if not for her cry of delight when she saw him. She rushed to him like a child greeting her father and he swept her up into his embrace. He kissed her deeply and drank in her perfume, before setting her back on her feet. She looked up at him momentarily her deep blue eyes sparkling like gems before she laughed and twirled away from him. He followed her taking her hand as they began to dance together in harmony, flesh to flesh, soul to soul. He too seemed magical to me his strength was unmatched as he picked my mother off her feet as though merely picking a flower, he was taller than any man, strikingly handsome, and behind his eyes lurked a danger and power barely concealed. But when he looked at my mother there was only love and passion. Ultimately he pulled her to a stop and kissed her passionately. His hands found her breasts and his cock stood tall and erect. She knelt before him and licked his member taking it into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue, he leaned back with ecstasy as he thrust into her mouth stroking and caressing her hair, her hands wandered down between her legs and she touched herself tenderly, she pulled forward the wetness that was already forming between her legs and rubbed it on her clitoris circling and stroking it with her fingertips, moaning softly around his cock. He lifted her up and laid her down upon the grass where she opened up for him like a flower in bloom. He tasted her wetness licking along her slit and sucking in her clitoris, as his fingers pushed gently inside her. She entwined her hands in his and cried out as she came for him trembling with release her body glowing brighter and more radiant than before. He held her tight and shared her pleasure for a moment calming and soothing her. As the glow began to subside he slipped his cock deep into her and she gasped as he impaled her. The effect was instantaneous. The light brightened and changed colour, lilac and pink hues danced around them as he thrust deeply and rhythmically into her petite body, they moved together with such grace as their dance moments before and as they entwined their bodies the pair began to rise off the floor. As their passion and need deepened the hues grew stronger. Pinks turned to reds, lilacs to violets. They moved faster and faster together, their cries and moans louder and more urgent, their bodies continuing to rise higher and higher into the air. A tension spread out across the glade. I began to feel scared and tightened my grip on the tree fearful of what was to come. And then, with one last loud combined cry the light exploded into a million colours, a multitude of hues you have never seen spread across the glade like a great wave from the ocean glittering and shimmering into the night, in the centre of all this the two figures that had been arched into contortionist shapes folded into each other sweating and panting as they lowered gently to the ground where they lay exhausted in each others embrace. I sat there stunned for a moment. I didn't understand what they had been doing at the time but I had never seen anything more beautiful in all of my short little life. After a brief pause I suddenly came to myself and realised I had better make my escape before they realised that they had been watched. I slipped noiselessly from the tree and ran back to the house, to my room, where I lay in the dark with visions and fantasies of two lovers dancing in the moonlight. Dancing around my head.

I don't remember much of the night that our house burnt down. I had breathed in a lot of smoke in my sleep, which had drugged me deeper into a sleep from which I would never have awoken. I vaguely remember her waking me and wrapping a blanket around my head to keep out the smoke. She was whispering soothingly in my ear to keep me calm but my mind was so dull from the smoke that I hardly heard her as she carried me swiftly out of the house through the heat of the blaze. She laid me sleeping on the cold moist grass safe and secure to be found in a few short hours by the fire brigade who, hours too late had heard of the fire and had come to put it out. By then the house had been raised to the ground and through the coughing fit I had when I woke up with agonising grief, terror and pain I knew my mother was no longer there. It was believed she had gone back into the flames.

Having no other relatives, I went to live with my godparents, they were good and kind to me and I had a pretty normal childhood. I was the strange quiet girl at the back of the class. I was never bullied. Most of the children just avoided me as if I was a bomb about to go off or something. As I became a teenager things changed a little, I developed my mother's slim body, and gained moderate perky breasts. I had never had the heart to cut my hair, which tumbled in loose waves and curls all the way down my back, I loved the way it pretended to be black but when you tilted it in the light it somehow held all the colours of the rainbow. I became a Goth rather unintentionally, just generally preferring dark colours, velvet and lace, and alongside my black hair and black eyeliner, I appeared sultry, dark and mysterious. I became the ultimate trophy girlfriend to the boys at school. I experimented like all the other kids did, in the back of the cinema, the car, yes, even behind the bike shed. But I never let it get out of hand, I desired some of them of course and even wanted to but I felt as though I was waiting for the right time and that it would be something big and important when it did. Some of them however really did not want to take no for an answer. On several occasions I only just escaped with my virginity intact. 

I went through many boyfriends after I left school, but as soon as they realised that they were not going to get laid, they like the rest they either tried to force me or gave up on me. Attempted rape was something I found that I regularly had to deal with in my life and I learned the hard way a long time ago the 'kick 'em in the bollocks and run like hell' routine. So far I had always managed to escape. I had been lucky. But how much longer would my luck last? I began to enjoy the tension, the fear and suspense of it all. I would find myself very damp and horney by the time I'd get home, and would spend the night playing with myself and fantasizing over what could've happened if they had succeeded.

Despite nearly always bringing out the worst in men. I still couldn't resist dressing up. Corsets of satin or red crushed velvet, short skirts, black lace panties and I always felt best in stockings and suspenders as opposed to tights. I felt powerful dressed up and sexy. 

When I was old enough to leave home I moved to the city. On the night of Halloween at the age of 21, I was going to a fancy dress party which was being thrown by the company I was working for; it was held at the office building to cut costs of course, but was actually an ideal venue. A tall office block in the city, the main of our office had all of the furniture pushed up against the walls leaving a good sized room for the party and some of the smaller adjoining offices had been set up for food and drinks. There wasn't much in the lines of security and so, conveniently many of the other offices and darkened rooms on other storeys and down other passageways worked well (if unintentionally) for those who wanted to sneak away to somewhere a little more private.

For my costume I had decided on a seductive little 'fallen angel' outfit, a tight sexy little boned black satin and lace corset with a short shredded effect black skirt showing off my slender, shapely legs in fishnet stockings and heeled knee-high black boots. I finished off my outfit with some cute little black feather angel wings and a fluffy black halo on a wire stick. 

The party was already well underway when I arrived fashionably late by about 2 hours. Grabbing a whole bottle of wine to myself and swigging it straight from the bottle I made my way around the party making polite conversation with colleagues that I didn't particularly like. It was then that I noticed him. I saw him over the shoulder of the girl I had been chatting to. She was obviously oblivious to the fact that I was no longer paying her any attention at all, as she whined on about the latest project she was involved in at work and how they wasn't paying her enough.

He was tall and muscular with luscious jaw length chocolate brown hair, and matching deep brown eyes. He had obviously opted for a devil look as he had two little stubs of horns stuck to his head at the points where his hairline started above his temples and sexy black eyeliner around his eyes. He wore a black shirt the top few buttons sexily open to show a strong masculine chest, and a long black leather trench coat with heavy black leather trousers leaving very little to the imagination and a hint of a promise.

I flushed slightly when I realised he had been looking at me, and over and above the obvious attraction I had to him anyway, the predatory look in his eyes alone made me go damp between the legs. 

I saw the danger there and decided that however gorgeous; he was one to avoid. 

The evening continued and I ended up dancing with a rather unconvincing vampire named Colin, one of the office hunks who preferred to be called Coll (probably because 'Colin' wasn't macho enough for him). Coll had always hit on me since I had started there a year previous. I had always avoided him where possible, as his passes had always been a little too much. But under the influence of wine and hoping to take my mind off of the anonymous devil-mans gaze, I did away with reason and allowed myself to flirt with him. 

We were dancing closer and closer together my face buried in the nape of his neck smelling his cologne, swaying to the music. His hands, which were caressing my back, began to go lower until he was groping my arse. Before sliding down my thighs and up the insides of my skirt, I could feel his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers pushing neatly against my pussy, bumping up against my clit. He was nibbling my neck as his hands rove forward brushing his hands over my thighs and around the small of my back. 

Realising a little too late that this was going too far. I wrenched myself out of his grasp telling him I had to go to the toilet and rushed away to the girl's room, avoiding the devil-mans eyes as I passed. I knew that I'd have to make some kind of reappearance and return to Coll sometime if only to say goodbye, but at least some of the heat would have gone out of the situation before then. I did what I needed to do and splashed some water in my face to cool off before returning. I was a little disturbed to find Coll lingering outside in the corridor, although to my relief devil-man was no where to be seen. 

"Oh, did you need to go too, Coll?" I asked in a friendly manner to hide my surprise and intentions.

"No, just cooling off," He responded mildly although his eyes were burning with desire. 

"Well don't mind me," I said, "I think I'll just go and get something to eat," I was desperately trying to think of ways out of the situation, but his hand reached out and took me firmly by the wrist.

"Why don't you take a walk with me? I could use some company and I haven't had a good chat with you for ages." 

"Err well I..." but he was already pulling me down the corridor behind him "Coll? I really would rather..."

"Don't be silly Raven; I just want to talk with you" but as soon as we had gotten out of sight and earshot of the party Coll's voice had turned cold and menacing. He yanked at my arm and pulled me into a darkened conference room, shutting the door behind him and turning the key with a satisfying click. He grinned a menacing grin pinning me up against the wall, "You've teased me ever since you got here you little slut. I know this is what you want, so do as you're told and you won't get hurt..." his hands were exploring my body as he spoke, "My God! I've wanted you for so long"

"Please Coll, don't. Don't do this!" I begged, but Coll was not listening, with one hand pressing me against the wall his other hand once again started working its way up my skirt, finding the waistband of my panties and pulling them down off of me. I kneed him hard in the groin and he went down gasping for air as I scrabbled for the door. It was locked. "Shit!" I swore, Cursing, I turned around to face him and although on the floor gaining his breath he leered up at me.

"Little bitch, you ain't getting out of this one until I'm finished with you, and you just added some serious payback to that fucking list!" He was trying to pull himself back onto his feet. The chances of getting out of this one were running a little dry, unnerved I turned around and banged on the door hard, screaming for help, but there was nothing apart from the loud music further down the hall. Coll wasn't taking any chances however, and I felt his hands grab me roughly by the shoulders tearing me away from the door, he threw me across the room and my head hit the conference table hard. My vision swam, he started back towards me so I tried to crawl under the table but I was too slow he grabbed my legs and pulled me out from under the table kicking and screaming. Taking a handful of hair he pulled me to my feet and slammed me back up against the wall. There was blood running down the side of my face were I had hit the table and my mind was still groggy, his hand was still entwined painfully in my hair holding my head in place against the wall.

He pressed his mouth against mine and kissed me forcefully and deeply groping at my breasts, with one painful twist he managed to pull them out of the top of my corset, his cruel fingers began to twist my nipples until I cried out in pain. "No Coll, don't do this stop, please!" I persisted. But his response only was to pull me away from the wall and push me on top of the table, climbing up after me. Trapping my leg under one of his and pinning me down with his elbow so that he could still grope at my breasts, his other hand had found my pussy and was rubbing my clit.

"Don't fuck me around bitch your fucking loving this see how wet you are!" My pussy was still wet from the affect of the wine and dancing not from getting the shit kicked out of me. But the bastard had it in his head that I was enjoying it and nothing I could have said right then would have made a blind bit of difference. He took his fingers from my pussy and forced them into my mouth making me taste my own juices, before plunging his hand back down roughly and forcing two fingers into my tight hole and rubbing his thumb to against my clit. Despite myself I couldn't help but gasp, my body was betraying me. "You like that slut? Huh?" He picked up pace working his hand faster he pushed another finger inside me and rubbed at my clit hard. I didn't know whether to cry out in pain or pleasure. The sensation of my pussy and clit being so forcefully stimulated was unbearable and I tried to writhe away. 

It seems that if you rub a clit hard enough and long enough, you can force someone to cum whether they want to or not. Well, it hit me without warning and was so intense it knocked the breath out of me, my back arched and I gasped as my body wracked with tremor after tremor of orgasm. Coll didn't stop there, he took my immobility to his advantage and was unbuckling his jeans his face smug with his success at making me cum. I gained my breath back and tried to reason with him. But things were looking bleak. Was this it? Is this how it was going to be? with some crazed drunk co – worker in an abandoned office at the Halloween party? I hoped not and I was going to do all I could to prevent it.




Destiny Awaits



Tarah was restless. Her body was not cooperating with her desire for sleep. As she tossed and turned, she murmured, "No not Jake." Her mind was taking her on an excursion into her past. A trek she didn't want to travel yet she couldn't resist going. It was a bittersweet place because there were so many good memories overshadowed by an extremely bad one. And it was a time that she had lost control.

Tarah continued to struggle with her inner demons for another hour before getting up. When she finally sat up in frustration she asked herself, "What the hell is wrong with me." Why am I so edgy? Is something going to happen tonight?" The thought sent uneasiness down to her foundation. 

Tarah got ready despite the feeling weighing on her mind. She looked in the mirror and her green eyes sparkled as a smile lit up her face. Tarah was proud of the body that reflected back at her. The many hours spent at the gym paid off. She had well sculpted arms, a flat belly, and her auburn hair complimented her 5'2 inch frame. Tarah's 38c breasts looked quite tasty in the black tank top she decided to wear, and she turned to admire her shapely bottom. Tarah was ready to prowl.

Satisfied with her appearance, Tarah grabbed her keys and headed out to meet her two best friends Natalie and Torrie. "Another Saturday night drinking and hunting in Rhode Island," thought Tarah and for some reason that didn't seem so appealing. However when she met up with her friends, Torrie suggested they'd go on a road trip. Tarah was a little apprehensive but despite her reservations, Natalie and Torrie convinced her to take a risk. 

The three friends got onto the highway and started their journey. They decided to point their headlights towards New York City. The ride seemed endless, so Natalie pulled off the highway. While looking at the map, Torrie discovered they had taken a wrong exit and ended up in Yonkers, New York instead the Big Apple. 

The trio decided to make the best out of the situation, so they set out in search of a local hangout. They arrived at a place called "Destiny Awaits, and Natalie and Torrie rushed out of the car. They turned back to see Tarah looking up at the sign and yelled, "Let's go. No reading tonight." A shiver trickled down her spine and Tarah thought, "Something is definitely going to happen tonight. Then Tarah joined her two friends and headed toward the door.

You could hear the DJ scratching the records as Tarah, Natalie and Torrie entered the club. The music soared through your body waking up every nerve. As they looked around, they couldn't believe the endless quantity of hot bodies entwined in the flashing lights. It was like a smorgasbord of delectable delights of the male variety. And the mood in the club was like reentry into the earth's atmosphere, hot and somewhat uncontrollable.

Within minutes, Natalie and Torrie had found a couple of tantalizing toys to play with and headed to the dance floor. Tarah found herself alone and decided to get a drink at the bar. She ordered her drink and attempted to turn around. With her mind distracted, the guy standing next to her ended up all wet.

Before Tarah could react, this man chastised her. She was flabbergasted. Instead of apologizing Tarah became so exasperated that she yelled. "Bite me, asshole," turned and walked to the other end of the bar. Despite her rage, Tarah felt a tinge of guilt. She didn't want anyone wet and smelly on account of her. So she reached deep within her Red Sox loving sole and bought a NY Yankees t-shirt that was on sale behind the bar.

Then her mind returned to their encounter, and any thoughts of guilt disappeared. Tarah couldn't believe that man, "It was an accident," she muttered to herself. The only thing she wanted to do now was to shove that t-shirt down his throat. It looked as though Tarah may get her chance because when she turned around, he was in her face again. 

He attempted to speak, but Tarah threw the shirt at him and said, "It's true what they say about New Yorkers, they are rude! At least men in Rhode Island are raised to be respectful." She attempted to walk away again, but this time the man stopped her. He apologized for the way he acted and thanked her for the shirt. The stranger asked Tarah for her name, but she wasn't forthcoming with the answer. He said his name was Shane and put his hand out to shake hers. Tarah looked down at his extended appendage with contempt. Nonetheless she decided to be gracious and shake his hand.

The first thing Tarah noticed was the strength of his grip. It made her hand tingle from the point of contact all the way up her arm. Tarah felt the warmth of his skin surge through her body, and she became flustered. Her anger melted away and she started to shake. Tarah quickly pulled her hand away, and prayed Shane hadn't noticed

Tarah was intrigued, but decided to act as though she wasn't interested. She told him her name and walked away. Tarah felt his eyes watching her as she moved further and further away. Tarah decided to turn and look at Shane and at the exact moment he took off his shirt. Tarah nearly walked into a wall. To say his body was well maintained was like saying The Last Supper was just a bunch of guys having dinner. It was like a Greek statue, chiseled and hard. Tarah could not believe that she just walked away from him. "What is wrong with you? How brainless can you be," she asked herself.

Tarah was still reeling from her stupidity when Natalie and Torrie approached her. They introduced her to Derek and Jason. Tarah said hello and, the girls told her that Derek and Jason just invited all of them back to their house for drinks. 

Tarah pulled them aside and asked if that was such a smart idea. Natalie and Torrie assured her that the men were well aware they risked bodily injury if they weren't perfect gentlemen. Tarah turned and told the two men they needed one more moment and pulled her friends a little further away. Then she explained what had just happened to her. Instead of empathy, Tarah was greeted with the same abuse she was giving herself. Maybe I should go back and try to find him," and Tarah tried to turn and walk away. Simultaneously Natalie and Torrie said, "No." We just made plans with Derek, Jason, and their roommate, and you're coming with!" Tarah thought she would never get another shot at Shane anyway and said, "Ok, let's go." 

The three women told Derek and Jason that they'd love to see their home. The two men beamed, and said they needed to find their roommate. They made plans to meet the women outside and then walked away. Tarah still wasn't completely sure this was a good idea but in the spirit of adventure went outside with her friends to wait.

Derek and Jason found Shane in the bathroom. The three men exchanged the details of the night's escapades and had a good laugh at Shane's expense. Shane slapped his buddies on the back and said, "Good luck, because he wasn't going anywhere. But with a little prodding and a lot of blackmail on Derek's part, Shane agreed to go meet the girls.

Tarah was not looking up when the three men approached them. Natalie and Torrie said hello to Jason and Derek as they introduced their roommate Shane. Tarah was afraid to look up. Her body started to tremble and her heart lodged in her throat. "There could be more than one Shane in the same place, right," Tarah thought to herself. She took a profound breath and finally had the courage to look up. Shane was grinning from ear to ear and Tarah could feel her face getting warmer from the embarrassment. Derek and Jason looked confused until Jason explained that Tarah was the woman who spilled the drink on him. Again they laughed at Shane's expense.

Perhaps that would explain the feelings of uneasiness she felt earlier. Maybe she was supposed to meet Shane. Tarah smiled at Shane and him at her. A great calm came over her and for the first time in a very long time, Tarah couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen next.

Tarah Natalie and Torrie followed the three men back to their house. They were very pleased and impressed with what they saw when they arrived. Derek, Jason and Shane were being perfect gentlemen. And after the tour of the house, the six acquaintances gathered in the living room. Jason asked what everyone wanted to drink and Tarah volunteered to help. Following a brief absence, they returned with the drinks.

Six individuals became three couples and they decided to part ways and get to know each other better. Natalie and Derek went to the game room, Jason and Torrie headed for the jacuzzi, and Shane led Tarah towards the deck. Shane was noticeable nervous. He couldn't explain it but he was incredibly drawn to Tarah ever since she put him in his place. Shane knew she wasn't going to be easy to win over either. He enjoyed a challenge, because women usually melted at his feet without much effort on his part.

Shane held Tarah's hand while stepping onto the deck. "This view is amazing, Tarah said while looking out at the New York City skyline. "Yes it is," answered Shane as he looked at Tarah. Tarah blushed because she could feel his stare. She looked over at him and feeling shy, bit her lip. While focusing on Tarah's mouth Shane couldn't help but notice the intense flow of blood that rushed to his groin. Shane shifted his body so Tarah wouldn't notice the knob fighting to escape its confinement. 

Shane asked Tarah if she would like to get more comfortable so they could talk further. With a shaky voice, Tarah said, "Sure." She wasn't so sure she could handle being in such close proximity to Shane. His mere presence was making her blood enflame with such desire. Shane led her to a swing on the other side of the deck. They sat down and continued to get to know each other. 

Tarah and Shane learned a lot about each other. They were completely submerged in their conversation when Tarah said something she thought she was only thinking. "Could you please pinch me? I must be dreaming. You are not only beautiful on the outside but on the inside as well." The color in Tarah's cheek turned a bright crimson as she realized she spoke those words out loud. Tarah felt so self-conscious that she turned away from Shane. He slid closer to her and turned her head back to his. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about when you speak honestly from your heart," Shane stated. Tarah felt her heart lurch forward and she knew it belonged to him. 

She was still in thought when she heard Shane say, "I wanted to do this from the moment you threw the Yankee t-shirt at me" and pulled Tarah into their first kiss. His lips were strong yet tender. Warm yet cooling. Tarah could feel Shane's tongue pressing against her lips asking for entry. An explosion occurred throughout Tarah's body as his tongue began to dance with hers. A mixture of heat and mind boggling pulses took over her body, and she could feel her bodily juices gathering between her thighs. "Don't stop," she thought to herself.

After a few moments, Shane finally pulled away. He was painfully aware of his own predicament and wondered how Tarah was feeling. He looked at her and wondered why she wouldn't open her eyes. Tarah could sense him staring at her and volunteered, " I'm afraid that if I open my eyes you'll be gone. Shane touched her face and said, "I am very real, and I am not going anywhere. Please open your eyes." Tarah slowly opened her eyes and found Shane smiling back at her. "Please just be patient with me Shane. I haven't let anyone in since my fiancée died two years ago. Don't worry Tarah I have all the time in the world. There is no rush," Shane replied. "Your heart will be safe with me. Everyone has been hurt in the past and you often close off part of yourself so you won't get hurt again. I know because it happened to me when I caught my ex Eve in bed with another man. I am willing to take a chance if you are?"

Shane noticed Tarah shiver, and he took her in his arms. The warmth she felt from his embrace let Tarah know that he was being sincere. For some inexplicable reason, Tarah felt safe with him. She realized that she would do anything to be with this man and wanted to know every inch of his body. Wondering how it would feel with his hands ravishing her. Tarah put her past with Jake in the back of her mind and just wanted to feel. 

Tarah broke his hold and walked to the deck railing. Shane came up behind her and put his arms around her. He could feel Tarah trembling and told her it was ok to be unsure. Shane didn't want her to feel as though she was drowning. Those words made Tarah feel more anxious, because it was exactly how she was feeling. Once again her heart began pulsating so loudly she wondered if Shane could hear it. "I'm falling in love with you Shane," is all she could scream in her head. Since speech escaped her, Tarah pulled Shane into another kiss.

Shane instinctively pulled Tarah closer to him. He wanted to enjoy every curve of her body. Tarah felt him pull her nearer, so she pressed harder against him. A maneuver that sent shivers up Shane's spine. He was so turned on by this astonishing women that he had to possess her. "Do you want to continue this upstairs," he whispered in a husky voice, hoping not to scare her. There is so much more I want to know about you. But you look so sweet and innocent that all I can think about is making love to you. I want to know how it feels to explore your body without restraints. Tarah was shocked because she was just thinking the same thing. "I know how you feel Shane because I am desperate to know what it would feel like being naked with your body on top of me as well." They both smiled and knew that they found their life mates. 

Shane could see the sparkle in Tarah's eyes, and pulled her into his arms and surrounded her lips with his. Once again their kiss ignited their passion. Tarah's lips parted inviting Shane's tongue to explore her willing mouth. Their tongues began to dance around each other sending powerful shockwaves to the depths of her soul. Tarah couldn't breathe but it didn't matter because Shane was sustaining her. Her nipples hardened as they pressed against Shane's chest. Shane could feel her projecting tips and reached up to caress one of them. Startled, Tarah let out a soft groan of approval. It was obvious that Shane and Tarah could not deny their primal urges no longer therefore it was time for action. 

With their passion enflamed, their eyes met. It seemed as though hours had passed until Shane finally spoke, " To utter the words I want you would not even come close to what I'm feeling at this moment." Tarah could only smile. Shane needed no further encouragement, and took her hand to lead her upstairs. Shane backed into his bedroom leading Tarah into the middle of his room. He closed and locked the door.

Shane walked up behind Tarah and stopped. She could feel the warmth of his breathe as he whispered, "Are you sure this is what you want? Tarah turned to face him. "I've never wanted anything more. So let's stop wasting time and give each other what we both desire and need." Shane took a step back and smiled at her. "I never realized how aggressive you could be my angelic looking little demon. Why beat around the bush when you know what you want and what I want is you." Tarah stepped forward and pulled Shane's head to hers and began kissing him once again. 

The kiss rocked Shane to his very core and he ended up on his knees in front of her like a slave worshiping his goddess. His cock was rock hard, pushing against his jeans screaming to be let out. The intensity of his hunger rose to the point of no return. His body ached so badly, and he knew that just kissing Tarah would no longer satisfy him. Shane wanted to love her body with his own using every weapon in his arsenal to conquer her. Panting heavy, Shane finally broke from Tarah's forceful embrace. 

Shane stood up taking Tarah in his arms and walked towards his bed. His eyes filled with such tenderness that Tarah could barely say, "Where have you been all my life?" Shane looked at her and replied, "Right here waiting for you to find me. I'm just sorry it took you so long to get here." Tarah pressed her lips gently on his cheek. 

Shane reached the bed and carefully set Tarah on her feet. While cupping her face, he captured her lips yet again. Like so many times since they met, their kiss was the catalyst to their passion. Instantly every organ, nerve, and body part became sensitive to their ensuing need to fulfill their appetite for each other. Tarah's hands began to wander. She moved them slowly searching for the first button of his shirt. As an unseen force guided her, Tarah moved swiftly to separate Shane from his shirt. Tarah's soft touch made his urgency to serve more intense, but he maintained his current course and surveyed her mouth with his tongue. 

Tarah broke from his commanding hold. Determined to revel in the purely masculine shape of Shane's body, Tarah watched intensely as she relieved Shane of the rest of his clothing. She took one step back and noticed how the distinct line of his waist cut to reveal the start of his male endowment. Her need to have him penetrate increased with every image that passed her eyes. 

Tarah reached out and placed her hand on Shane's firm stomach muscles. Shane instinctively gasped and closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her touch. Tara looked further south and observed the rock hard rod standing at attention just for her. She couldn't believe the size of it and decided she wanted to taste him. She leaned down and carefully placed her mouth over the head of his penis. Shane's eyes whipped open and he looked down at Tarah. As their eyes met, Shane thought to himself, "Wow, this woman is amazing." He smiled and closed his eyes again to enjoy the pleasure of Tarah's wet lips on his throbbing knob. 

She continued her torture by slowly licking Shane's erection. Up and down she went taking every inch of him in and out of her mouth. As she sucked on the tip of his manhood, Tarah savored every moan that Shane conveyed. She loved the control that she had over him, but with every increased breath sound she heard from Shane, she knew her reign of pleasurable torment would soon be over.

And she was exactly right because seconds later, Shane stood Tarah up and hastily removed her clothing. Shane could not stop looking at her. Her breasts were round and supple, her stomach was lean, her mound was shaved to a perfect vee and her legs were muscular. Shane began to salivate, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer to posses her. 

Shane took Tarah in his arms and laid her on his bed. He began kissing her neck and then slinked downward towards her breasts. Shane took one in his mouth while taking the other in his hand. Tarah gasped as he rolled the nipple within his fingers until it was hard. "Oh my god," escaped her mouth as Shane continued his assault. Tarah could feel her pussy start to drip with each exploit and yearned for his penetration. 

Continuing the torment on her body, Shane moved his hand off her breast and began gently massaging her mound. Tarah moaned as Shane's finger invaded the orifice between her legs and arched her back to take his finger deeper. Shane knew Tarah wanted more so he added another finger. This action sent Tarah into a tale spin of unexplainable pleasure, and she couldn't take it anymore. Tarah forcefully turned Shane on his back. 

It startled Shane at first, but then he relaxed and let Tarah lead the dance for the moment. Tarah took control with aggressive command and impaled herself on Shane's erection. Tarah's warm moist crevice engulfed Shane's hard rod with authority. He closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure as Tarah maneuvered herself on top of him. His body tightened as her wetness dominated him. Tarah could feel the pulse from his organ with every slide of her womanhood. Shane instinctively grabbed her shapely buttocks and raised Tarah up and down. After a few moments, Shane decided to take control once again, and Tarah quickly ended up underneath him. 




Destiny Awaits



Shane reentered her with the force of thunder. She growled as all her nerve endings came alive, and she was no longer an individual. With Shane's life force sucking her in, their bodies began to work as one. Shane was taking her body to new heights. She was acting like a wanton slut clawing and screaming out his name. Tarah couldn't believe that one man could extricate this strong of a response from her. Shane knew that Tarah was on the edge of madness, so he quickened his pace. He felt her body vibrate when she reached her climax, and the added wetness surrounding his penis pushed Shane over the edge of carnal bliss. His fluid erupted inside her.

As his breathing returned to normal, Shane laid beside Tarah stroking her hair. With love in his eyes he said, "You are mine now. No other man will ever satisfy you like I can. I know and you are mine as well," Tarah replied. She pushed closer to him and smiled inward as she realized that she found the last man that would ever make love to. Shane wrapped his arms around her, and they both fell asleep.

An hour passed and Tarah woke up. She slowly slid out of Shane's arms making sure not to wake him. She got dressed and placed her card with a note on Shane's dresser. In the note she wrote, "The Mona Lisa doesn't compare to the beauty of our lovemaking. Please forgive me for my rushed departure, but if I didn't leave while you were sleeping, I wouldn't have had the strength to leave at all. That would give you all the control and I am not quiet ready to relinquish that part of me just yet. Know we will be together again soon and then forever." Tarah

Tarah said nothing when she went downstairs to meet Natalie and Torrie. About four and half hours later, they were back in Rhode Island. Natalie and Torrie dropped Tarah off and her car. They knew when Tarah was ready she would talk to them, so they said their good-byes and went their separate ways. Tarah arrived at her apartment and dropped on her couch with memories of the morning fresh in her mind.

Three hours had passed, and Tarah was awakened by a knock on the door. She must have fallen asleep on her couch because she was still wearing her coat when she got up to answer the insistent pounding. Much to her delight and surprise Shane was there holding her card and note. "It took me two hours to track you and another four to get here. Don't you ever leave me like that again. I woke up and you were gone. I panicked because I realized that I love you Tarah. You belong to me and I belong to you. You are my soul mate, and besides, I can't have my wife living in Rhode Island while I live in New York now can I? I don't care how long it takes but I am not leaving here until you are ready to move to New York with me. 

Tarah was still in shock but finally found her voice, "You call that a marriage proposal?" Shane reached her in seconds and he kissed her with urgency. After they finally pulled apart, Shane said, "You better believe it." Handing her the note, "Forever remember? Yes I do, and I love you too Shane. "But you know just because I am going to be a New Yorker, doesn't mean that I will ever stop being a Red Sox fan. They began to laugh and Tarah knew that destiny did wait.



Destiny Awaits



"Look Coll, you've proved your point, you've forced me to cum, can't you leave it there? Please?"

"Fuck that bitch, I want some pay back for all your teasing. Suck my cock and do a good job of it" He sat astride my face and forced his cock into my mouth, afraid of what he could do to me if I disobeyed I sucked on it, wrapping my tongue around it, tickling it on the tip. His breathing increased and an idea formed, maybe I could get him to cum before he could rape me. I tried harder opening my throat up and meeting him thrust for thrust swallowing his cock to the hilt and tickling his balls in my hands, I grasped his arse cheeks and sucked harder, he was trembling all over. I was sure he was about to cum when with a gasp he pulled away and started to laugh, "You think you're going to get away that easy? You've got another thing coming!" He moved down and started to lick my pussy I tried to kick him in the shoulder but he gripped onto my ankles, forcing my legs into the air. I could feel his tongue rasping at my clitoris sending tingles through my body but I refused to give in to him yet.

"Stop Coll, stop now... Coll for god sake stop it!" He licked my pussy a few more times, before lining his cock up to my pussy, teasing my clit with it, pushing against my hole.

"So bitch, are you ready for th..." but the breath had left him. I didn't understand. He was choking. His face was pure horror, his eyes wide. In his fight for breath he had released my ankles and I managed to struggle backwards, screaming. I watched horrified as he was lifted off of the table by what seemed to be something invisible around his throat. He was raking his fingers through thin air, clawing and scratching at what was attacking him and succeeding only in clawing his own throat, drawing trails of blood across his skin. His face was bulging and purpling. Whatever it was, was killing him and half of me wanted it. He deserved to burn in hell for what he tried to do to me, 'kill him,' I thought. 'Kill the Bastard!' but I knew I couldn't sit there and watch him die. Something within me wanted me to run for help, fight the unseen attacker. Do something. Anything. Unsure what to do and where to run I sat there wide-eyed in fear, sobbing as I watched him struggle for his life. Finally, to my horror, his eyes made contact with mine his mouth moved as if to say something to me, but no words formed. His eyes rolled back into his sockets and his body went limp. Task accomplished his body was thrown aside like a rag doll. 

A huge and powerful figure appeared in the doorway, it was the gorgeous devil-man from the party except that he was bigger, fiercer, less human. The anger was still in his eyes and the power of what he had done radiated from him. His very presence was terrifying and I knew it was he who had attacked Coll. His eyes turned to me now cowering in the corner sobs racking through my body, consumed by guilt and horrified by what I had just seen.

"Come with me." He said in a gruff voice, with only the briefest glance at the body slumped against the wall. His lip curled with distain. I stared at him in fear and horror, what possibly could he want from me now? Slowly, hesitantly, I rose and followed him, scared and confused, but I realised, I was in no position to defy him. 

Absently my hand reached up and touched the crystallizing blood at my temple and the events running up to this moment flooded my mind, the last images of Coll suspended by his choking throat then dumped on the floor limp and motionless, were as alive as ten minutes ago. Was he really dead? Had he died because of me? And I had done nothing to help him? The thought disturbed me deeply.

Silently, he led me further away from the party, up the stairs to the next floor and down more corridors. I was getting increasingly worried as to why he'd need so much privacy. He opened a door and motioned me to go in, I hesitatingly obeyed and he shut the door behind me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked quietly watching as he took off his jacket and draped it neatly over a chair. He turned to face me looking intently into my eyes, his face schooled and stoic, what expression was he hiding? Was it anger? Hate? Lust? 

"Raven, I have been sent to find you, you do not belong to this world and it is time that you came home." He looked at me and I saw the honesty there but choose to deny it.

He said more but his words began to blur into one as he talked about destiny and fate, about other worlds and dimensions and a war that raged in his world between different races and that I of all people had some big part to play in ending it. It felt like some fantasy novel too far fetched to be real. I felt an anger inside of me boil to the surface that he would think that I could be so gullible and naïve to consent so blindly to him. This couldn't be real this was a prank devised by my spiteful work colleagues, I tried to see the humour in it all but I was so tired from the fight with Coll. Still he talked on.

I interrupted his monologue before it drove me insane, "Its ok, you don't have to say anything more I get what's going on here," His face looked relieved and he stepped slightly towards me, "This is a hoax right?" I said, trying to look good humoured. He paused and said nothing. I can take a joke, I tried to tell myself. I continued despite the pain and disappointment I saw in his face, "Well ha ha, very funny, so who was it? Did my colleagues that put you up to this? Where's the camera?" I looked around wildly for the laughing TV presenter, or joking colleagues but they weren't there. I turned and looked into his eyes, seeing that he was still deadly serious and my easy answer didn't exist. I backed away from him. "This isn't real, it can't be real." I whispered, I met the wall and slid down it.

He sighed. "I see that this is not going to be easy is it?" he said. "There is no choice here Raven, and No. This is not a hoax. A war is raging in my world and it will effect this one too if we cannot stop it." He forced a shrug and his expression hardened, "Well, what does it matter anyway? You are my betroved and I can take you by force if I must." 

Since when was I betroved?? I felt that anger coming back to me giving me a confidence that didn't feel "What? Are you drunk? Insane? on drugs or something?" I spat. "Why me? What difference can I make?" ... "Betroved? Since when? By who?" ... "WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

"I realise all of this is a little hard to take in Raven," He paused and closed his eyes as I scoffed once more. He waited, willing himself patience "But I don't have much time" the frustration evident in his voice. "The gateway closes tonight for another year. By then it may be too late."

Stubborn as an ox I sat on the floor, my back against the wall and folded my arms. I wasn't going anywhere until all was explained to me.

"How do I know if you're on the right side?" "How do I know that you aren't making the whole thing up?" He sighed and sat down opposite me, his stoic expression gone for now, his hard exterior had all but melted away. A twinge of guilt gripped at me, I had been a little bit hard on him.

"I guess you don't, I guess there's no real way of knowing either. You must go with what is in your heart. Only you can know that." His voice was soft now, gentle. Was this a ploy to get me to trust him? Or was he truly as tired as he looked?

"But you said I don't have a choice?" I asked, "what if my heart says otherwise?"

"No, Raven, I'm sorry to say you don't have a choice. I'll try to answer your questions true fully and perhaps you can decide for yourself whether you will come willingly or not. But if you haven't decided by dawn, I'll make the decision for you. I must deliver you to my people. If you are not with us, you are with them. If I don't take you, they will. Like it or not you will play a part in the battle to come" he looked as though he wanted to comfort me but thought better of it. I looked at my watch, it was two o'clock already, the party would already be winding down downstairs, the last drunken stragglers singing as they wander home to their beds, or someone else's beds. I sighed for the first time wanting to join them in their carefree existence. 

"I guess I'd better ask some questions then hadn't I?" I sighed "why me? What have I got that you need so badly?"

"Did your mother ever tell you about your lineage, your destiny?" 

"Not really, she died..."

"When you were ten. I know. Did she tell you where she came from?" I shook my head. He sighed, "I guess you were too young. Well, you and your mother were brought to this world when you were born. You see, your birth had been foretold. Our seers had prophesised that a girl would be born with raven hair and dark blue eyes and her coming would turn the tides of this war. Why? We do not know. Many of us believe that that girl will be a great and skilled warrior. Some believe that she would have powers greater than anything we have seen before. All we do know is that the one the prophecy speaks about is you."

"But, how can you know that, I mean sure I've got black hair and dark eyes and my looks are unusual maybe between humans. But there must be hundreds of girls like that in your world. Surely?"

"Well no, there isn't. Our world consists of a balance of light and dark. Everything has an opposite. The women in our world are fair, the men dark, women's eyes are blue the men's brown. No one lest not a girl ever before has black hair and the shade of the blue in your eyes, like sapphires." He shook his head, "Never before. You may be able to buy these sexy little fallen angel outfits in this world but the reality is, until now there has never been a dark angel in the history of our world." 

"Okay, So everyone is certain it's me but surely one of these seer guy's could have made a mistake or something?"

"Yes it has been known, oracles cannot account for free will, nothing is certain and things can be changed especially if you know what is foretold and deliberately try to change it. That is why we brought you here, if the others knew about you they would do everything in their power to get to you. You are safer here than in any other world" 

"Why?"

"Because aside for one night a year they can't come here. Neither can we. If I do not return to my world before the gates close at dawn I will loose my power and it will never return. Your power hasn't been awakened yet but once we have come together and awakened your power and once we have returned to our world you must never come back here."

"But if you came won't the others?"

"They won't risk it until they are sure of what you are. But they are close. They've noticed our interest in you they know that I have been guarding you and so have attempted to prevent us from waking you."

"How?"

"Our power source is at the heart of our bodies, in fact just to the right of your heart, it lays dormant until we make love to each other. The seed of your lover carries an amount of his power with it, if the power is missing, as is the case with a human. Your abilities do not form, and it never will form thereafter. The instinct inside you has prevented you from mating with a human willingly and I think even you thought it was odd that so many were unable to bear your rejection and tried to take matters further than you were willing to go.

"If the others believed that we wished to awaken someone from this world they would prevent us by taking that persons virginity. They cannot do it personally because they cannot enter this world except at Halloween but they can enter and manipulate the minds of the rejected lover and suggest that they should just take it. The desire is already there and some need little convincing. If they succeeded in this we would loose our greatest hope."

"So why now? Why this year?"

"Like I said before they have noticed our interest in you and may soon sense your potential. If the others realised the power you held within you I have little doubt that they would come to this world themselves regardless of the risk and just take it. Your power would be corrupted and you'd be little more than a slave to them."

"If they could stop you anyway, why was it safer for me here?"

"We'd rather you had no power at all than power bound to them. It would be relatively easy for them to get to you in our world especially when, at the time of your birth they were getting more and more powerful and more of our kind had already been lost to them.

Earth was the last safe place left, with you here we always knew that when you were old enough to begin your training we come and take you home."

"What about my mum?" I asked, "Did you think about the fact that she'd loose her powers?"

"Of course we did, but she insisted that she came with you even at the price of her powers." 

"And my powers? If everyone looses their powers when they come to earth then how will I have mine?"

"Providing I awaken you and we leave before dawn." he glanced at the window, "your powers will be safe."

"So," I scoffed again, "we have sex and when you come inside me I'll have super powers? And then what?"

"I don't know exactly what kind of powers you'll have, everyone has their own talents. Once you have your powers I will take you back to my world where I will train you. However, I should warn you that when your virginity is broken an amount of the power of the one who breaks that seal joins your own binding you to him teacher – pupil, lovers... or sometimes even, master – slave.

Once made that bond will never be broken, you are joined mind to mind, heart to heart and soul to soul."

A shudder went through my body at the thought of being a slave bound to an evil master who knew my thoughts and feelings, my darkest desires and deepest secrets. I was starting to get some realisation of the torment he could inflict by just sending crude and nasty whisperings through my head, filling my mind with images of all those he tortured or killed, of all of the women he raped and abused in gruesome detail. The thought filled me with fear, but what disturbed me the most was that sooner or later it would break me and I would be lost in his mind either as a mind numbed zombie like wreck or evil and twisted, revelling in his cruelty and glorying in fear and pain.

"So what does all this mean?" I asked uncomfortably

"It means, " said Erromas, "That I would never leave you, I'd be by your side always and if you ever need my help I will always be there."

Despite his romantic and gentle words doubts crowded my mind, could this be an act? If he had the power to control me afterwards, how can I be sure he wouldn't use it? He could be one of the bad guys trying to trick me into consenting to being his slave, an image of Coll's lifeless body rose unbidden to my eyes. But then if he is so powerful how come he hasn't just taken it? I had to buy more time.

"I don't know you. If I let you do this then you'll have control of me, there would be no escape. You could just be tricking me into being your slave." fear and panic began to grip me, "there is no way I can make a decision tonight it's just too soon." I started for the door, "I'm sorry, but you're asking too much!" I reached the handle but before I knew it he stepped in front of me, cutting me off. 

I had pushed him to the end of his patience I knew it. His eyes had grown dark and menacing, he took off his shirt and flung it to the floor. His face grew stronger and more powerful as his body contorted and transformed in front of me. I backed away in fear as the sexy mysterious man I had met just hours before became a magnificent and dangerous demon. He was stunning, with bronze skin and deep dark eyes, the muscles on his chest rippled as he rolled his shoulders and two great black leathery wings sprouted from his back reaching down to trail on the floor behind him. He had all the beauty and grace of a great stallion but all the danger of a wild and angry lion. 

"My time has run out and the decision has to be made." He said firmly. "If I have to take you by force, as a slave for my people... then so be it!" he growled and as he began to come towards me as though in slow motion realisation, horror and fear began to sink in. To bind me to him he must take my virginity and I was powerless against such a creature as him. 

I cried out and run to the window, it was locked and the streets empty. I could see the smallest line of colour was appearing over the horizon and dawn was fast approaching. 

Like Coll a few hours before, I suddenly found myself gripped around the waist and lifted off of my feet. He turned me around in mid air to face him as I grappled with immaterial and invisible bonds. I kicked and prised at what was holding me but I was fighting just nothingness and empty space. I looked at his face and into his eyes. His face was serene, a mask of calm as though lifting me was no effort at all. My clothes began to unbutton themselves and slowly one by one they slid to the floor. With no bra and my panties lost in some conference room downstairs I found myself naked in front of him, my long raven hair tumbling down over my breasts and belly. 

He did nothing for a while, until slowly he released his breath in one long slow sigh. "My god, your beautiful" he breathed. He brought me down towards him until I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Reverently he kissed my shoulder and neck. His hands reaching up to cup my breasts and trace my hips, wrapping around the small of my back as he pulled me into him, placing my hands upon his firm, hot chest he bent his head and took in my scent, smelling my neck and my hair as his fingers rubbed and massaged my back. Despite my earlier fear and anger, I relaxed into him my hands rubbing his chest and reaching around him as he kissed around my face building up the moment before he took his first kiss. When it happened it was deep and sensual but more and more urgent as I kissed him back my tongue seeking his. Soon he was shrugging out of his trousers, his hardness pressing against my belly. I found myself getting more and more aroused even though the sensible part of me was still screaming at me to get away. But I couldn't help it, I was fuelled by a passion that was almost primal and his every touch was electrifying to my skin. 

I reached down and grasped his massive hard cock. Massaging it with my fingers, he groaned in pleasure and pushed me up against the wall. Holding me still with one hand he knelt down and trailed kisses down my belly and the tops of my thighs before burying his face in my mound. His fingers opened me up and he pushed them inside me as his tongue found my clitoris and gently licked and toyed with it until I was moaning in pleasure. He glanced at the window briefly as the sky was beginning to show the orange pink hues of dawn and whilst I was still following his gaze, he plunged his cock deep into my virgin body. 

I gasped in pleasure and pain as my hymen yielded, ripping open to give him entry, my body desperately trying to stretch to accommodate him. But at the same time a need to take in more to go faster and harder was consuming me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and fucked him back for all I was worth as sweat glistened on both of our skin. Panting and moaning I felt the pressure build inside of me.

"You could never be my slave," he whispered, "You will be my princess" he plunged his cock deep inside me, pushing both of our bodies over the edge, shooting his hot seed deep within me. 

The orgasm lasted for what seemed like an eternity and as my body shook and trembled I felt a new change come over me, I felt as though somebody was straightening my body forcing me to stand tall. My body began to feel strong and powerful, I could feel the blood pulsing in my veins full of energy and power. My shoulders shifted slightly as though I was stretching my muscles for the first time, moving outwards to make room for something new. I felt an ache build between my shoulder blades as I felt bone and sinew grow and bend, the muscle wrapping around it, I felt pressure on my back like a heavy weight was being strapped to me and then a tingling as my skin grew around my new limbs and feathers grew to cover it. 




Destiny Awaits



I saw my reflection in the window and gasped as I saw magnificent black raven feathered wings arched above my head, the long outer feathers just gently brushing the floor, each feather glistening with colour where ever the pre-dawn light touched. They moved as if they had been there forever and as much a part of me as my toes, and I wrapped them around our embrace.

Once again it was Erromas' turn to be awed, his hands reached out to stroke my feathers and hair, then as though the strength had left him, he fell to his knees. "I may now be bound to you as your master," he whispered, "but I will forever worship your beauty." 

I reached down and grasping his hands, I pulled him up to me. Then I knelt on the floor, spreading my new wings like a fan around me, my matching long black hair trailing down my back between them and leaned forward to kiss his feet and said, "Master, I am yours to command." 

He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, he briefly looked out of the window as the sky was lightening to gold. He sighed. "Then let us meet our destiny!"

Grabbing my hand he pulled me to my feet and we raced naked together up the stairs to the roof, we ran straight to the edge of the building and as we ran I knew what would be next. My fears began to play on me again, but what if I fall? I thought to myself as the edge rushed up to greet me. 

We paused a brief second before the edge. 

I glanced at Erromas calm face as he smiled answering my thoughts, "Then I will catch you," and we leapt off of the edge into nothingness. 

By reflex my wings spread out and I soared high over what was once my home. I don't think I will miss it I thought to myself as I found myself laughing at the joy and freedom of flight. The wind whistled in my ears as we picked up more and more speed. Erromas was just a hairs breadth ahead of me flying directly at the reflection of the rising sun in the window of a tall building. I held my breath waiting for him to change his course, but I realised he wasn't going to, he must've made a terrible mistakeI thought. I had to catch up with him. I called after him but he didn't seem to hear and as I drew level to him he grabbed my hand, "Erromas," I called urgently, "you've got to turn back! It's a reflection, your heading straight for a..."

But he smiled knowingly and said simply "Have no fear!" as the building rushed up to greet us.



Destiny Can Be Strange



Greetings once again readers. This is a rewrite of a story already posted here on Literotica. I've been very busy with a few things in my real world life involving a veterans group of which I am a member. You will note that, as always, I'm full of excuses. Now that I finally have all my [expletive deleted] together in one sock and have it properly stenciled, I shall endeavor to return to my writing. It will most likely be as slow as it was before, if not slower, but I enjoy writing too much to just not do it anymore. This story and my other adventures will continue albeit at a slow pace. For that, I apologize.

The beginning of this may be a little confusing for those of you who do not follow American football or the NFL (National Football League). The game told about in the story was a real NFL game, which actually took place on Monday, 29 October 2007. I know, because being a hard-core football fan, especially for my favorite team, the Green Bay Packers, I watched it. For those of you who do not understand the NFL, I suggest you research it. It would take far too long for me to explain here or in the story itself. Again, my apologies.

One other thing. You will find that here and most of my other stories involve bikers and the biker lifestyle. Hey, I'm a scooter tramp in real life, what can I say?

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It was a Monday evening. Gabe Eldritch and three of his closest friends were sitting at a table at Gus', the local sports bar some miles south of Denver, Colorado. At just a couple of inches under six feet and 180 pounds, his slim yet muscular frame often caught the attention of the ladies. His dark brown eyes seemed to perfectly match his hair, which was worn in a ponytail that hung to the lower part of his shoulder blades. A few streaks of white in his hair were the only evidence that he would never see the low side of 40 again.

It was a "guys night out". That it was a Monday evening had been planned so they could gather for Monday Night Football during the fall and winter. All four were fanatics when it came to the National Football League. 

Gabe sipped on a Coke and not so jokingly said to David. "Would you kindly inform Shelly that I do not appreciate her efforts to fix me up and marry me off to one of her so called friends? The one last weekend turned out to be a cast iron bitch."

"But Gabe," David said, "You know her hearts in the right place …don't you?"

Gabe smiled dubiously "Yeah and I'm secretly related to Bill Gates. Damn Dave, it's as if she can't stand the fact that I'm single again. Look, I do not need or want any help finding female companionship."

Gabe thought back to his 'blind date' with Helga Saturday night. She was very obviously of German extraction with an accent, blue eyes, blonde hair and very tall. She was very probably a major dominatrix judging by way she carried herself. Not his type at all.

"Well Dave, Wayne and I are all married and we're happy for the most part." Luke, Gabe's oldest and best friend said.

"Look Luke, marriage and happiness are not always mutually inclusive. Hey, I've been married before and it was great for a very long time. I was happy then. However, after her little 'problem' began, it really started to suck. Cheryl was not a bad woman at first. But, first the drugs and then the other men kind of soured me on the whole 'happily ever after' thing." Gabe's former wife had somehow gotten herself into a serious crack cocaine habit, he didn't know how, and then turned to prostitution to support that habit after he had refused to pay for her drugs. The divorce was quick and quiet but still very ugly. Gabe was disappointed in how his marriage had failed but, he was not bitter and had forgiven Cheryl…for the most part. 

Wayne, a tall, 6' 6", and very thin at 200lbs black man spoke up. "Jenny tells me she saw you and Cheryl out together last month. What's up with that?" Jenny was Wayne's wife, a delightfully cute white woman, was the consummate stereotype gossip. 

"Cheryl and I are still friends, of a sort," Gabe said. 'Friends with benefits' he did not add. During their marriage, Gabe and Cheryl's sex life had been extraordinarily satisfying for both of them. Enough that, even though they had been divorced for over a year, they would still get together occasionally to assuage their carnal desires. "Hey, just because we got a divorce doesn't mean we have to hate one another." 

Gabe turned his attention to the big screen television located nearby. Tonight's game would be between the Green Bay Packers, who were surprisingly at five wins and only one loss and atop their division, and the Denver Broncos, who at three and three were not having their best season. The commentator was discussing the Green Bay quarterback, Brett Favre and his age. Favre, now at 38 years of age was no longer a young man. Especially for an NFL quarterback. Yet, he held most of the NFL career records and could possibly have them all by the end of the season.

"Bullshit." Gabe heard Wayne say, "That old fucker's all washed up. Shoulda retired a couple of seasons ago."

He's easily one of the best that's ever played the game." Gabe told him "and even this year, he's still among the best." 

"C'mon man. You know the Bronco defense is gonna clean his clock tonight," he said. "I'll bet Denver wins by at least two touchdowns."

"I'm feeling generous tonight Wayne. I'll tell you what I'll do. You give me the Packers and only two and a half points and you got a bet, okay?" The half point eliminated any possible ties.

He looked at Gabe incredulously "Keep it friendly? Say twenty bucks?" he asked.

"You're on!" said Gabe.

Wayne chuckled "Easiest money I'll make this week."

"We'll see." Gabe said

"It's a good thing we got here early." Dave said to the rest of them. Gus' was filling up very fast. Gus' was the place to be for Monday Night Football locally. Being in Colorado, most of the clientele were of course Denver Bronco fans. There were a few other Packer fans there as well. Gabe thought of all places he'd been in all his travels, he almost never failed to find at least one Packers fan all over the country. There was also folks wearing Dallas' colors and other NFL team colors. Tonight wasn't just about the Packers and Broncos. It was about NFL football, which seemed to be awfully close to taking the 'America's Favorite Pastime' title away from baseball. It seemed as though everybody loved football. Baseball, it's ridiculously high salaries and all the controversies as late were starting to drive its fans away. Gabe had liked the San Diego Padres but didn't like watching them much any more. He'd always liked football more anyway. 

A short time later, they had the coin toss, which Denver won. Green Bay kicked off and soon the Broncos were driving down the field. The Packers just looked unable to stop the drive. Soon, Jay Cutler, the Bronco's quarterback, was scrambling in a way not unlike Favre and tossed a short touchdown pass to tight end Tony Scheffler and it became 7 - 0 Denver.

Wayne looked at Gabe smugly "Wanna just go ahead and give me the twenty now?"

"Patience young man, patience. Game's not over just yet." A poor winner was far worse than a poor loser Gabe didn't say. 

The game was moving along and a good time seemed to being had by all present. A short time later Gabe watched as Favre dropped back and fired a long pass down the field to the right side. Nearly fifty yards later, the ball was caught by Green Bay's rookie wide receiver James Jones. After the catch, Jones inexplicably cut to his left and started running diagonally across the field to the left corner of the end zone. 

"Where the hell is that rookie going?" Gabe muttered to himself. Nevertheless, a moment later, Jones reached the goal line scoring a Packer touchdown.

Gus' exploded. Apparently, there were more Packer fans there than Gabe thought. On top of that, one of the officials that inadvertently taken one hell of a hit from one of Broncos trying to stop Jones and was still down on the field. It was a hell of a 78-yard touchdown pass.

"Not bad for an old washed up quarterback, eh Wayne? You know, I think I'll just hold on to that twenty a wee bit longer, if you don't mind. " Gabe said.

"Yeah, yeah." Wayne said, not very good at concealing his anger.

The commotion was just settling down when Gabe felt a hand softly touch his shoulder. He turned and looked.

It was his friend, Olivia. Olivia Archambault was an exceptionally beautiful young black woman, whom Gabe had known for a few years. Olivia had mocha colored skin and was quite pleasant to look at. She was just barely less than five feet tall and weighed probably 95 pounds, if that much. Her dark skin was smooth and very striking. Her eyes were the darkest he had ever seen by far and they had a very slightly Asian look to them. Her hair was smooth, straight and very long falling down nearly to her thighs. It was black, so black it seemed to have purple highlights. 

Hi Gabe!" she said brightly. "You here for the Broncos game?"

Gabe stood and politely shook her hand a moment. Tonight, she was wearing faded jeans and blue and orange number 6 'Jay Cutler' football jersey which hung lose on her but, still did very little to conceal her very shapely body.

"No Darlin', I'm actually here for the Packers game." Gabe joked. He had taken to calling her Darlin' very early in their friendship and she did not seem to mind that at all. 

Olivia then noticed Gabe's white, number 4 'Brett Favre' jersey. She theatrically placed the back of one hand to her forehead. She looked up at the ceiling and said "God protect us all from all cheese heads." then laughed merrily.

"So, what brings you here tonight?" Gabe asked her. "I didn't think you were that big of a fan."

"I'm supposed to be meeting a friend but, I don't see her yet. And I may not be a really big football fan but, I am a Broncos fan."

"Do I know the friend you're supposed to meet here?' He asked.

"Yeah, you know Tina from the Scooter Trash, where I work, don't you?"

"I haven't seen her either but, then again, I've not been looking. You and Tina are about as different as day and night. I somehow just can't see the two of you hanging around together."

"Perhaps there is more to me than what meets the eye?" She smiled up at him. "There could be a whole other side of me you've never seen before."

"After all this time, is there some dark secret about you I don't know yet?"

I'm not gonna tell you…well, not yet anyway." she smiled.

Gabe was about to respond to her statement when Wayne stood, leering at Olivia. "Hey baby, how come I never met you before tonight?" 

She looked at him a bit irritated "I'm sure I don't know and don't care."

"C'mon baby, don't do me like that. You sure are a sweet lookin' young thang."

"Back off Wayne, she already has an ol' man." Gabe said irritably. Marital fidelity was never near the top of Wayne's priority list.

"Not any more." Olivia said quietly so that only Gabe could hear her with the ambient noise in the place.

"What happened with you and Maurice?" Gabe asked in a soft, quiet voice.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with bitter anger and sadness "He dumped me Thursday."

"He did what? What the hell for?" Gabe asked in surprise, keeping his voice low.

"He dumped me for some blonde, big titted, white bimbo."

"That really surprises me. I always thought he didn't like white folks much."

"If they have big tits and suck cock, he doesn't care what color they are." she said sarcastically

I'm truly sorry to hear that Darlin'. Were you guys having problems I didn't know about? Did you suspect he was seeing some one else?"

"Not one little bit. It came out of the blue."

"Are you going to be okay?" He said with genuine concern.

"Cried my eyes out Thursday night and most of Friday. Then on Saturday I decided to get my shit together and go on with my life."

"If there is ever anything I can do to help you, promise me you'll let me know."

Olivia's eyes were moist and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. Gabe put his arms around her and moved closer to her to give her a warm, brotherly hug. She returned the hug vigorously, clutching her small body against his tightly. After a moment, he pulled back holding her by the shoulders and looking into her stunning dark eyes. Tears started to spill. She threw herself back into his arms and she buried her face in his shoulder holding on to him as if her very life depended on it. 

"Everything okay there, Bro?" Wayne asked, looking at Olivia lasciviously. "Boyfriend problems? Maybe I can help."

"Trouble at work with her boss." Gabe lied. "Give it a rest, Wayne."

"Yeah, sure." he replied petulantly. 

"Thanks for covering me." Olivia told Gabe in a barely audible voice.

"Don't worry about it. Wayne's a good friend but, there are times when he can be a real horse's ass." Gabe whispered to her. He looked down at her and said, "Why don't you sit here with us until Tina shows up."

"Okay." She said gratefully "I'd really like that. Oh, by the way. I'm serving notice that I intend to take you up on your offer of help when I need it."

Olivia wiped her eyes and sat, seeming to be her normal cheerful self. He smiled at her thinking that Maurice must some kind of fool for dumping her. She was without a doubt one of most attractive women he knew and was a terrific friend. In another reality, they could even be….No, He thought. That would more than likely never work out. She was black. He was white. He'd never seen her with a white man other than himself and then, only as friend. Yeah, he admitted to himself, he certainly would not mind a wild tumble in the sack with her. More than once before, he had tried to imagine her naked and very willing. Even more, since his divorce from Cheryl. Must be wishful thinking he thought.

Then, there was the 'so called' interracial dating taboo even in this day and age. It wasn't something Gabe believed in. Hell, Wayne's wife Jenny was white. Gabe always figured if both party's were happy, it wasn't anyone else's business. He had dated black women before and was never a big deal to him. All his dates in the past, no matter what race or color they were always seemed to have fun and enjoy being with him. As far as he was concerned, love and lust were both colorblind. 

Gabe wondered if Olivia ever had similar thoughts about him. Probably not. Well, he would give her a couple of months to get over Maurice and see if she might consider going out with him. After all, the worst she could do is say no.

Her voice brought him back to reality. "You're just drinking soda tonight?"

"Yeah, got the dirty double D duty tonight." He frowned

"Designated Driver?"

Gabe nodded "My turn."

"Does that mean if I get too loaded, you'll drive me home too? I mean to Tina's…I'm staying there for a couple more days."

For you, Darlin', anything. But, I thought she was coming here tonight." 

"Yes but, you know how she is…sometimes she just forgets things."

"You're right about that. Tina would forget her backside if it weren't attached. She's a bit flighty at times, but a really nice person. So, if you really need a ride home, I'm your man." 

"Great!" she said. Then leaned in close and kissed him on the cheek.

Her soft, warm lips on his cheek startled him slightly. All his previously improper thoughts of her snapped back into his head. Her lips on him were like nothing he'd ever felt before in his life. He could very easily get used to this.

Reality reared its ugly head once more. Olivia and him had been good, close friends for the better part of three years and for all of his improper thoughts, he would never jeopardize her friendship for a piece of ass.

At that, moment at waitress appeared asked Olivia for her order. "I'll have a Bud Light Lime." she told her.

Gabe smirked. "Beer? Hmm, a woman after my own heart."

"I like it and besides, isn't that what you normally drink?"

Gabe nodded.

"Unfortunately, I'm just a little girl; it only takes about three or four to get me hammered." Olivia said 

"

So, if I wanted to, I could easily get you drunk and take advantage of you?" said Gabe. Now why in the hell did I say that? His subconscious wondered.

"I wish." She chuckled.

Gabe's eyebrows shot up.

Olivia just gave him her best sweet, innocent smile. "Just kidding." 

Gabe turned his attention back to the game. It was shaping up to be a defensive game. Both teams seemed to be able to move the ball well but were not getting into the end zone often. Things came to a head when Denver kicked a field goal with literally no time left on the clock to tie the game. It was a 13 - 13 tie, which meant overtime, of course.

Wayne, of course was not a very happy man. 

Gabe said "Don't give up just yet. If Denver wins the coin toss for overtime, they could get another field goal and win. Then you might still win the bet. He had no sooner said that when Green Bay won the toss and elected to receive.

The waitress picked that moment to return, this time carrying a camera. "This is so cool…I just have to have a picture."

Gabe looked at her looking rather puzzled.

She seemed to sense his confusion. "You guys are a really great looking couple wearing the jerseys of the opposing quarterbacks on a Monday night game."

Olivia did not hesitate. She grabbed Gabe's hand putting his arm around her shoulders, put her arm about his waist and moved very close to him.

"C'mon Gabe. It'll be fun." She said cheerfully.

At least she was sounding happy Gabe thought.

They smiled at the waitress as she snapped the picture.

"Perfect!" the waitress nearly shouted. She brought the camera close to show them the digital image on the camera's small screen. Even Gabe had to admit it was a good shot. Him with his crooked 'I know something you don't' smile and Olivia smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world. 

Olivia quickly snatched up a napkin, pulled a pen out of her pocket, and scribbled very fast. "This is my e-mail….send me a copy?"

"Of course." said the waitress and she took the napkin and departed.

On the TV, the Broncos kicked off and after a short return; it was first and ten for Green Bay at their own 18. 

Gabe noticed that they still had their arms holding the other and decided he liked the feeling it gave him. He could not help but notice that Olivia seemed to enjoy their closeness as well. Well, He thought. She must still be a little down about her situation with Maurice. 

 

The action was beginning at the game again. Favre ran a play-action, faked a hand-off to Ryan Grant, Dropped back and looked down the field, then…. Looked down the field again, and then launched a rocket. Everyone in Gus' was yelling wildly, including Olivia and Gabe. In Gabe's mind, it seemed like the ball was in the air a very long time. Then it fell into the arms of a wide-open Greg Jennings, who brought it in and jogged the last fifteen yards to the end zone. An 82-yard touchdown pass. The game was over after only one play of sudden death. Green Bay had won 19 to 13. Gus' was pandemonium. Even the losing Bronco fans had to admire the play. Gabe and Olivia found themselves jumping up and down hugging one another tightly.

Wayne was the only unhappy person in the place. He really hated losing. "Aw…. C'mon man, that was offensive pass interference. That Green Bay dude pushed off!" 

A second later, the replay came on the screen and showed Jennings running past Denver cornerback Dre• Bly and of course, there was no pushing off. Wayne became silent. He threw $20 on the table and stalked off.




Destiny Can Be Strange



"What was that all about?" Olivia asked Gabe. 

"Just a supposedly friendly bet. Wayne just hates losing…at anything." Gabe replied. "You figure in, that he's never won a bet with me on a football game, I can understand why he is a little upset."

Olivia looked about Gus', sighed and rested her head against Gabe's chest. "Looks like Tina's a no show."

"So, I guess you'll need that ride home after all." Said Gabe.

"It seems that way." Olivia looked up at Gabe. "Or I could just take a cab home. You've got designated driver duties."

Looking around, Gabe sighed and looked back at her. "No problem. They all left already leaving me no one to take home. Well, dammit…. They left me here. I am gonna have at least one beer before I go home. Unless you're in a hurry Olivia."

"No Gabe, I'll even have one with you."

They each ordered a beer and began by talking about the game and other inconsequentials. Gabe noticed that Olivia repeatedly placed her hand over his. He also noticed how brightly she smiled and seemed to be having a remarkably good time. He was happy to keep her happy and entertained and to keep her mind off her break up with Maurice. Gabe found himself having way too much fun with this dark petite beauty. Yet again, he wondered what it would be like to touch and kiss her. They finished their beers and left. On the way out to his van, Olivia held on to his arm and rested her head against him. It was quite pleasant for both of them. Gabe unlocked the van and opened the passenger door for her.

"Quite the gentleman, aren't you, Gabe?" Olivia asked with a sweet smile.

He shrugged. "Just something drummed into my head by my father." Then he waked around, opened his door, got in and started the van.

The drive to Tina's was very quiet.

Gabe brought his van to a stop right in front of Tina's apartment. He shut off the ignition and looked at Olivia.

"Are you feeling any better?" Gabe asked her.

"More than you know, Gabe. Thanks for the ride. Thanks for being there…..Thanks for everything. I guess I owe you big time."

"You owe me nothing. I'm just happy to help a friend in need. Would you like me to beat up Maurice for you?" Gabe chuckled, and then winked at her.

"It's a very tempting offer Gabe but, I'll pass." She frowned." If he wants to fuck Debbie, he can have her. I'm probably better off without him." Tears threatened to fall again, but Olivia wiped her eyes and smiled at him.

"Debbie? Debbie, the day time bar maid at Gus'?" He asked her.

"That's the one."

"Um, no comment."

Olivia smiled conspiratorially "Tina hates her…she told me that Debbie loves to screw black guys, won't give a white dude the time of day."

"Gabe shrugged. "Her choice…Not my concern." 

"Would you? I mean would you do her if she were interested?" 

"I don't think...No, I wouldn't."

"Why not?" She almost sounded disappointed.

"Her breasts. Their way too big and their fake." Gabe stated emphatically.

"You don't like implanted titties?"

"Not when their so obvious that they look unnatural. I don't think much of unnatural breasts. I'll take small real ones over huge fakes any day."

"I understand." Olivia said quietly.

Gabe opened his door and got out of the van. When he got to the passenger side, he opened the door and bowed slightly. "Milady." he said gallantly.

Olivia giggled, "Why, thank you kind sir! You know, you really don't have to take me all the way to the door."

"Blame my father. He raised me to do things like this."

They got to the door and Olivia turned to face Gabe, taking both of his hands in hers. "You can't know just how much I appreciate this. You have been a bit of a hero for me tonight. You even made me happy for a while." She pulled Gabe close and gave him a short, soft, yet lingering intimate kiss on the lips. After which, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him with a lot more strength than Gabe thought she possessed.

Gabe's mind was racing. He could not understand how a simple kiss from this woman affected him this way. He felt hot and a little light headed. None of Cheryl's kisses on the lips even during their wild sexual escapades had ever gotten to him quite like this and she was a damn good kisser. Damn, he even felt a little short of breath. He would have to talk to some one about this, but whom?

Olivia finally released him and sighed. "Good night Gabe. See ya soon?"

"Of course. Night Darlin'." Gabe said and turned to leave. He paused and waited until Olivia went inside and closed the door. Then he walked to the van thinking just exactly, what the hell was going on?

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Olivia closed and locked the door berating herself. Why didn't you kiss him more than you did…you know you wanted to, She thought. Everything about Gabe seemed so right to her. She had secretly been in love with him for well over two years. She had no idea why she loved him, but hoped she always would and prayed that one day he might feel the same toward her. Her interest in him went back to when they first met. Gabe was married to Cheryl then so she was content to be his friend at the time.

The moment Olivia actually realized she was in love with him was still vivid in her mind. She and Maurice were at a party and had run into Gabe and Cheryl. Everyone seem be having a great time. At one point, though she could never remember why, Cheryl dared Olivia to kiss him. She was slightly buzzed and figured why not. Just good clean fun, right? Their lips met and it was just like in the movies…fireworks, explosions and train wrecks. The kiss astounded her. It was all over, but the proverbial crying. The kiss was never repeated, as she wanted, much to her disappointment. Not yet, anyway she told herself.

Later, that night, while having sex with Maurice, she fantasized that Gabe was the one in bed with her. Oddly, she felt no guilt over her fantasizing. There was no looking back after that for her. She had never really been in love with Maurice, but she did care for him and the sex was pretty damned good. Olivia was not quite a person who could remain celibate. She just didn't have the genes for it. She knew in her heart that while she could never prove it, she was sure that Maurice cheated on her every chance he got. It bothered her at first, a lot. As time passed and then after falling in love with Gabe, she found herself not caring anymore. As long as Maurice practiced safe sex and did not bring 'anything' home with him. The only thing missing from their love life was that he would never go down on her. He always claimed that it just wasn't natural and her pussy always stank. She became convinced that he was right after hearing it time after time. She'd even gotten to the point that she was almost okay with it. How can one miss what they are not getting and most likely never would?

He had no problems with her sucking him off nearly every night and practically demanded it of her. Still, it broke her heart being dumped the way she was. 

With Gabe, it had to be love, didn't it? Olivia seemed to think of him nearly every minute of every day. Whenever they touched, it was like tiny bolts of electricity. Sitting at Gus' earlier with their arms around one another, posing for that photo made her extremely wet. She already had plans for the copy of the picture she would hopefully soon receive. Her desire for him often threatened to overwhelm her. Images of them both naked and screwing like rabbits raced though her mind and she became instantly much wetter. She knew her panties were soaked and could even smell her own excitement. Olivia was nearly mortified at the notion that Gabe might have smelled it too when they hugged good night. Or maybe not. She was in love she was sure. 

On the other hand, perhaps all of this was just lust?

"Oh shit! I forgot, Olivia." said Tina walking into the room shaking Olivia from her reverie.

"It's okay, Tina. At l east I got to spend some time with my future boyfriend." she chuckled.

"I am so sorry. I was reading and lost track of time. Then I fell asleep…." Tina paused. "…Future boyfriend? You in the market already?" said Tina, mildly taken aback. "Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Ummm…" Olivia hesitated.

Tina smirked, knowing already who it was. "C'mon, fess up! It's Gabe, isn't it?" Tina guessed

"You know?'

"Girl, it's very obvious to me. As much as you talk about him. And you were at Gus's tonight and I know Gabe and his friends are there every Monday night during football season."

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On his way home, Gabe tried to figure out what happened without success. He really hated looking for answers for problems using emotion rather than logic. In his mind, the world ran on logic and not on emotion. This was especially true since Cheryl and he had split up. He liked his life to be simple, orderly and logical. Nothing more, nothing less. However, this young woman was tossing the proverbial wrench into the works. There was no doubt that he cared for her a great deal. She was far and away one of his best female friends. Olivia had always been easy to talk to. He even confided some things to her. Moreover, she was always willing to listen. She in turn, would confide in him as well.

The problem was that he'd started seeing her in a completely different light. He had even wondered a couple of times this night what it be like to have sex with her. Though his interest in her was piqued, he valued her friendship far too much to risk destroying it. Better to keep her as a friend than lose her completely.

Gabe awoke early the following morning and was in the midst of his normal getting reading for work routine, when the phone rang. Checking the caller I.D., he saw that it was Cheryl, his ex-wife.

"Hello?" he said it so softly and slowly it sounded as if he had actually said 'yellow.'

"Hi, Sugar." Cheryl said brightly. "How are you today?"

"Just getting ready to go to the shop, Cheryl. What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if we might get together this weekend. I'm getting a little tense and need relief, if you know what I mean."

Of course, Gabe knew what she meant. It had been nearly a month since their last get together. Gabe and Cheryl had been going on 'dates' as they referred to them. A quiet dinner at a restaurant out of town and an evening of wild sexual abandon at a near by motel. Gabe thought it odd that their sex life was far better after the divorce.

Gabe quickly thought about his schedule to assure there would be no conflict. "Sure Babe, you have any place in mind?"

"A new place just opened in Brighton. An Italian family restaurant and there is a little bed and breakfast right next door." Cheryl said sounding hopeful. "I'll e-mail you the address. The name of the place is Markov's."

"Ah, a Russian-Italian restaurant." he chuckled.

"Friday at eight?" she asked.

"Works for me. See you then.

They hung up and Gabe completed his morning ritual. The weather that day was moderate, even a little warm. He got his black 2004 Harley-Davidson Softtail Custom out of the garage. There would be few riding days left this year and Gabe would take advantage of each and every one of them. 

Twenty minutes later when He arrived at work, he greeted Dave and Luke. Wayne was nowhere to be seen. "Is Wayne still mad about the game last night?" He asked.

"Don't know. He vanished right after it was over." Luke said. "Not even sure he went home."

"Speaking of vanishing…." Gabe looked at the two of them disgustedly.

"Okay…. Okay, we'll skip your next turn, Gabe." said Dave. "That was our bad, I guess."

"So, what do you guys want to do this weekend?" Luke said to them, changing the subject. 

"I have plans for Friday." Gabe told them. "I'm meeting Cheryl."

"But Shelly's got someone she wants you to meet." Dave said regretting it as the words left his mouth.

Gabe looked sharply and Dave, but said nothing. It was as if Shelly saw his being divorced, single as a threat to her world, and perhaps even to her marriage to Dave. That fact that Shelly was a 'liberated' woman and a bit of a feminist and seemed to think that, every man should have such a woman in his life did not sit well with Gabe. He never thought of himself as being politically correct, and wasn't about to start now.

"Hmmm. You and Cheryl again?" Luke smirked "What's going on with that?"

"Nunya." laughed Gabe. "You know, Nunya damn business."

They all had a good laugh over it and started their workday. Wayne didn't appear until well past ten looking hung over and wore out, so Dave sent him back home. 

The rest of the week continued without incident. Gabe filled his days doing tune ups on a couple of Harleys and a total rebuild on the engine of a trike conversion made from an old Volkswagen, sometimes referred to as a Hogwagen. He thought of his upcoming 'date' with Cheryl. During the divorce, she had apparently kicked her crack habit. Gabe hoped that she was still clean though he knew from friends that she had quit going to her NA meetings. The one thing he would not tolerate was if she had fallen off the wagon, so to speak. She was not a very pleasant person when stoned on that shit. 

Olivia also occupied his thoughts a lot this week. Her dark eyes and her soft brown skin attracted him in ways he could not yet understand. He wanted her. Yet, she was a close friend, a confidant. He could not imagine screwing that up just for a piece of ass. They had shared so many intimate details of one another's lives…. No! He would not. What was the term? Unrequited love? However, in this case, it was just lust…or was it?

Friday evening rolled around. Gabe got into his van and drove up to Brighton. With Cheryl's directions, He had no trouble finding Markov's. He spotted Cheryl's car, parked next to it and went inside.

Markov's turned out to be a very quaint place. The inside looked like a typical small Italian restaurant complete with red checked table clothes and candles stuck in old Chianti bottles on each table. A well-hidden intercom system played very softly what sounded like Russian folk music. People of apparent eastern European ancestry occupied about half the tables. A small, thin doorman approached him and asked in a clearly Russian accent

"You are meeting lady, no?"

"Actually, yes." answered Gabe.

The waiter nodded having received that answer he seemed to know he would get, turned and walked farther inside. Gabe followed him to a darkened corner and saw Cheryl smile at him. She was as lovely as always. 

Cheryl Eldritch was dressed very nicely in a strapless short black cocktail dress and matching stiletto heels. Her protruding nipples poking though the fabric indicated that she was braless this evening. Knowing her adventurous nature, he had no doubt that she was most likely pantiless as well. Cheryl stood 5' 6" tall and tipped the scale at 120lbs. Her curly blonde hair hung half way down her back. She had piercing sea blue eyes, which were easy to get lost in. She quickly jumped to her feet, put her arms around Gabe's neck and kissed him deeply. From her kiss, he wondered if they would finish their dinner before she would want to move on to matters that were more intimate.

"Hi baby!" Cheryl said when they broke their kiss.

How've you been doin'?" asked Gabe

She lowered her voice. "Aside from being so horny that I'm going crazy, I doing very well, sugar."

"I guess we can take care of that in a bit."

"Lets not waste too much time, honey." her need very apparent in her eyes.

They both sat and in a moment, their waiter approached. "Good evening. I will be your waiter tonight. My name is Ivan. He pronounced his name in the Old Russian fashion though his accent sounded Italian. "Would either of you care for a drink?"

Cheryl ordered a vodka gimlet and Gabe asked for an Ochakovo Ruby after hearing the choices of beer that were available, all of which sounded Russian. 

Ivan smiled and then said. "Before I bring your drinks and menus, may I tell what the specials are?"

Gabe returned his smile and said, "I have a better idea, Ivan. Why don't you just recommend something for us? It's our first time here and we'll trust your judgment."

Ivan's face light up with unexpected pleasure. "Very good sir! Then may I recommend the Lasagna Kiev. It's my grandmother's own recipe." He launched into a brief description of the dish, which sounded fantastic. And though it would be as Gabe thought of it as a 'fat and cholesterol gut bomb', he ordered it anyway. Ivan left with a huge smile still on his face.

"Looks like you made a new friend." said Cheryl with a bemused look on her face. 

Gabe answered. "We probably shouldn't, but it sounds really good and I seem to recall we both like great lasagna." 

She smiled coyly. "We can work some of it off later."

Ivan reappeared a moment later with their drinks. The Russian beer while not nearly as good as the good ol' American beers he preferred was not bad. Smooth and drinkable.

The dinner was exquisite. The lasagna was even better than advertised. Cheryl had a couple more drinks, but Gabe managed to nurse his beer though the entire meal.

The end came; Gabe paid the bill with his credit card and tipped Ivan lavishly. As they stood to go, Ivan reappeared and thanked them profusely "It is none of my business, but may I ask if you have anything planned for this evening?"

Cheryl smiled at him saying. "Actually, we have a reservation at that cute little bed and breakfast next door."

Again, Ivan's face lit up yet again. "Ah, the Brighton. My family owns that place as well. You won't regret it, I promise!"

Gabe and Cheryl left Markov's and went next door. Even before they got to the top of the steps, a short rotund middle-aged woman opened the door smiling broadly. She spoke in a thick but understandable Russian accent. "My son called and told me you coming and told me you have reservation. That mean you Mr. and Mrs. Eldritch?"

"Yes ma'am." Gabe answered.

She waved them to the entrance. "My name is Elena. Come, come, you rooms is, how you say, prepared?"

She escorted them to their room giving them a short description of the B&B including a very short history of it and her family's running of it. When they got to the room, Elena told them. "Breakfast is served from eight 'til ten in the morning. You want wake up call?"

Gabe nodded and said. "About eight o'clock will do just fine."

Elena nodded, turned and left. They entered the room.

It was quaint beyond description. It was decorated in an Old Russian fashion. There was a small fireplace with a cheery fire adding warmth to the room. The bed was easily one of the biggest either had ever seen. On a table on the far side of the room was an ice bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne, with two glasses.

Gabe went over to the table and slightly lifted the bottle to look at the label. It was in Russian. He was thinking of opening it when he heard a rustling noise behind him. He turned and looked.

There stood Cheryl with her dress lying in a pool around her feet. As Gabe had guessed, she wore no panties. Her pale nude body reflected the light from the fireplace. She had almost no pubic hair. What she had was shaved into a narrow 'landing strip' and was trimmed short. Her 36C breasts stood out from her body in near perfection. Her nipples while long were rather small and dark against the rest of her skin. As she began to pull the covers back, he turned back and started to open the champagne. With the bottle open, he poured two glasses. He then sat and removed his boots and socks looking at Cheryl. She was laying back with her legs spread obscenely, her fingers buried in he pussy; her eyes were locked on Gabe.




Destiny Can Be Strange



She whispered huskily "Gabriel Jeremiah Eldritch, if you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to scream!" Whenever she called him by his full name, it meant she was very serious. He rapidly finished undressing and joined Cheryl on the bed, leaving the glasses of champagne on the table. Instead of fucking her, as she demanded, he lay between her thighs, pried her fingers out of his way and started licking and sucking her pussy lips feverously. She grabbed his head and ground her hips almost painfully into his face. She came instantly. He then began sucking hard on Cheryl's clit.

Cheryl hissed though clenched teeth. "Damn you, Gabriel! You always knew my weaknesses. Oh, oh….I'm coming again."

She did indeed come again, drenching the whole lower half of Gabe's face. He just grinned and continued, knowing it would not take long at all for her to come yet again. Her entire body was trembling uncontrollably. "Make me come again honey. I don't care how. I just need to come more. Please." she panted breathlessly. 

Gabe sucked even harder on Cheryl's clit. He gripped her hips firmly, and then bit her clit…hard.

She sucked a great breath into her lungs, pulled a pillow over her face and screamed. Her body trembled, and then began convulsing and she came again. Her juices were filling his mouth and he had to swallow rapidly. It was clearly one of the most intense orgasms Gabe ever knew her to have. She threw the pillow aside and looked down at him. She was panting, seemingly on the verge of hyperventilating. Cheryl whispered so softly he wasn't sure he heard her words. "Gabriel…Please…fuck…me…. I…need… your…cock…."

He moved up her body slowly, strategically placing kisses on her body as he worked his way up. When he was above her, he plunged his six and five-eighths inch cock (Cheryl had measured it some years ago) into her. In a flash, Cheryl had her arms and legs around him, her hips thrusting wildly. She came again. 

"Am I still your fuck toy, Gabriel?" She asked having gained partial control of her breathing. "Please tell me…. Am I?"

"Of course you are…. My fuck toy…, my little slut."

Cheryl shuddered at hearing him call her a slut. She tightened her grip on him, closed her eyes as still another orgasm rocked her body. "Oh Gabriel…," she sighed. "…No matter what's happened between us, I still love you."

Gabe wondered if she really meant it or if it her passion that caused her to blurt out what she said. He didn't doubt that she had some feelings for him. They had been husband and wife once. He also knew that he did still feel a small measure of love for her, even though it was not and never would be as before. 

They rolled over and when Gabe was on his back, she sat up and rode him frantically. She took his hands and guided them to her breasts. Gabe knew what she wanted. He pinched her nipples and tugged on them, twisting them.

"Oh God, yessss!" she whispered hoarsely. She moved her hips faster…. Holding his hands to her nipples. "Hurt them honey. Make me hurt. Hurt me baby, hurt me." She threw back her head as still another orgasm overtook her.

Quite suddenly, she stopped and lifted her body off him. She lay between his legs, gazing lovingly at his cock. She then took it in her mouth and started to clean it with her tongue and lips.

Gabe groaned with pleasure. Cheryl never just sucked cock. She made love to his cock with her mouth. She easily took his full length, using her lips and her tongue to great effect. She absolutely adored having him in her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, grazing the shaft lightly with her teeth, sucking as hard as she could. 

He knew he couldn't last very long. No woman he had ever known gave head quite like Cheryl. No matter how hard he tried to resist, she had always been able to get him off quickly. Moreover, this time would be no exception. 

Cheryl paused only long enough to say. "Please give it to me Gabriel, give me your cum." Then she took him back into her mouth and sucked with renewed vigor. She looked up into his eyes. He could see her need. Then he felt that familiar tingling in his groin. He was coming. He could feel all the sensations and the warmth as his seed worked itself though his cock and shot into Cheryl's mouth. A long low growl rumbled in his throat. She was sucking still harder and swallowing his essence as fast as she could, draining him completely. 

As Gabe's breathing returned to normal, Cheryl got out of bed and brought the glasses of champagne that he had poured. She handed him one and crawled back into bed, snuggling next to him.

"Jenny's worried that Wayne is cheating on her." she said starting her usual gossip update. 

"He may be, but I've not yet actually seen him with another woman." Gabe said cautiously, knowing anything he said might get back to Jenny, as they were still good friends.

"Is Shelly still trying to hook you up?" A soft chuckle

"Yeah, I was supposed to have met someone tonight, but we'd already made our date."

Cheryl laughed lightly. "I know who your blind date was. You're better off here fucking me."

"I wish she would just lay off."

"Your being single is a threat to her."

"How so?"

Cheryl thought a moment before answering. "She thinks that David will think that you're happy being free and that he'll rethink being married to her."

"That's ridiculous! David loves her completely."

"You and I know that, but you know how Shelly can be."

Cheryl rested her head on Gabe's shoulder; sighed and asked the question he knew was coming. "So, are you seeing anyone?"

"No. I haven't really been looking yet. Said he.

"What about Olivia?"

"Huh?" Gabe had forgotten that Cheryl knew and liked Olivia.

"She told me you took her home Monday night." She said with a teasing smile.

"I ran into her at Gus' watching the game. Her ride home didn't show, so I gave her a lift, that's all."

"You know she has it for you really bad, don't you?"

"It?" He asked.

"C'mon Gabe…. She has had a crush on you for at least a couple of years now.

"Bullshit!" he exclaimed. "Olivia and I are good friends, nothing more."

"Gabriel, I talked to her on Wednesday and Monday night was almost all she talked about. A woman knows these things. I don't know which it is, lust or love, but whichever it is, she wants you."

"I think perhaps you are seeing things that just are not there." Gabe told her.

"Look Sugar, I know that you and I can never get back together. I like Olivia. She's cute and I think you two would be a terrifically cute couple. I would rather see you with her than anyone else I know." She winked at him. "I would almost pay money just to watch you fuck her."

Gabe thought about what she had said. Olivia was certainly an appealing woman. More than once, he had imagined her in his bed naked and willing. She had an exotic beauty to her. How could he risk the close friendship they shared for a night of sexual passion? She was his 'bestest buddy' almost like the sister he never had. And yet, he wanted her. To hold her, to kiss her, touch her. Erotic thoughts of Olivia caused his cock to spring to life and it became rigidly hard.

Cheryl chuckled and in a barely audible voice said "Thank you, Olivia." As she bent taking Gabe's fresh erection into her mouth.

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Saturday morning, Gabe and Cheryl woke, made love once again. They could never seem to get enough of one another in bed. After what seemed like half the day, which was, in reality only about thirty minutes, they lay content in the 'afterglow' and relaxed. Their lovemaking was never anything short of mind blowing. At about 8:15 or so there came a soft knock on the door Then they heard Elena, the owner of the Bed & Breakfast they stay at the previous evening, speak softly. "Sorry I'm late. Breakfast is ready."

"Alright…thank you." Gabe said loud enough to ensure he was heard through the closed door. "We'll be down shortly." Gabe and Cheryl reluctantly got out of bed and went into that bathroom to shower. They stood in the water as hot as they could both stand it, soaping one another's bodies. Then seemingly, without warning, Cheryl dropped to her knees and took Gabe's throbbing member into her mouth. He hadn't even realized that he had an erection again. She sucked his cock as though her life depended on it. Gabe knew even though he had come a few times last night and this morning, Cheryl could short work him. It was as if she could almost make him come on command with his shaft in her mouth. And he did come moments later.

She stood and hugged him tightly. "I meant what I said last night. I do still love you. More than you can know. I know I blew it with us, but at least we can spend some time together and briefly forget what has passed between us."

"I know we can never be husband and wife again." she continued. "I regret that more than I can say. I'm so very thankful that we can be intimate like this still." She said, fondling his manhood.

"I love you too, Cheryl. Differently than before, but I do feel love for you. Maybe I always will." He shrugged. "You'll always hold a special place in my heart." Gabe held her tightly. He regretted their past as much if not more than she did. He had to move forward though. Their past was their past and his logical mind could not remain in or relive the past. What was done was done and could not be changed. Yes, he still loved her, but too much had happened.

They finished up in the shower and went to have breakfast. Afterward, Gabe walked Cheryl to her car. She kissed him once more. "Next month, could we do this at my place?"

He thought about it briefly. "I don't see why not." he said, "I've not been to your new apartment yet. Give me a call later to set it up?"

"Sure thing, Sugar." Cheryl kissed him yet one more time before getting into her car and driving away.

He watched her car vanish from sight thinking of their earlier talk while before in the shower. Yes, he did still love Cheryl. There was no doubt of that. He was just no longer able to live with her. The 'friends with benefits' thing was the best way to go…the only way. At the same time, it was not enough either. He really missed that special someone to live with, to share his life with. And still, he even dreaded that to a point. Then he would have to give Cheryl up. She was, after all, among the finest lovers he had ever been with. Gabe shrugged and turned to walk to his van.

Gabe went home, showered, put on clean clothes, and then checked all of his e-mail traffic. Afterward he had a late lunch, and then decided to drive over to the Scooter Trash to buy a new vest. His current one was about five years old and had begun to show signs of wear. 

The weather had turned quite cool. It seemed to Gabe that winter had finally arrived as he drove his van to the Scooter Trash. Upon his arrival at there, Gabe was very puzzled to see Cheryl's car parked in the front. He could never remember her ever going there before. Even during their marriage and before, all the time they had been together. He parked and went inside. 

The best way anyone could describe Scooter Trash would be to say it was your quintessential biker shop with many types of biker posters covering the walls. Anything one could imagine for bikers was available. Leathers of all kinds, helmets, t-shirts, there was also a full parts department where a person could order anything for any type of motorcycle…anything. There were even a few locally built choppers for sale. 

Gabe entered and walked straight to the leather goods section of the shop. He saw Cheryl and Olivia deep in conversation. Neither seemed to notice him. Tina did see him and came over to him right away. When she got to him, she gave him a friendly hug and a soft kiss on the cheek as was her habit. 

"Hi Gabe." she said. "What brings you here today?" Tina was an exceptionally attractive woman standing about 5' 8" and perhaps 135 pounds. Her long curly auburn hair and green eyes made her very easy to look at. She also as was her habit dressed rather provocatively to display her best assets, such as her shapely 36C breasts.

"Well, my vest is really starting to wear out. I figure it's about time for a new one." Gabe smiled at her. "What do you have here?" he asked. 

"What are you? A forty-two or forty-four? Laced open sides?

"Forty- two, and yeah, I like the open sides"

Tina and Gabe began looking through the many different styles of vests. Tina looked over at Cheryl and Olivia, then back at Gabe. "You know they're talking about you, don't you?" Tina asked him.

"Who?" he asked.

Tina rolled her eyes. "God…men can be so dense at times." She firmly grasped his chin and turned his head in the direction were Cheryl and Olivia were talking. "Who do you think?" she asked in a slightly sarcastic, yet friendly tone.

Gabe shrugged. "And I'm supposed to do what about that? Let them talk." He certainly was curious yet figured it was none of his business. What the hell could they be talking about? They were friends of a sort but not all that close…were they? He thought. The more he thought the more curious he became. 

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Olivia noticed Gabe the moment he entered. "He's here!" She told Cheryl.

Cheryl laughed softly. "You have it really bad for my ex, don't you? C'mon Olivia, I know you're in love with him. A blind person could see it."

"What…?" Olivia stammered. "How could you possibly know? Am I that obvious?" She felt her face flush and hoped no one could tell. Alas, it was not to be.

"Why Olivia, I do believe you are blushing and yes, to me it is more than obvious. I used to be married to him, remember?"

"Cheryl, I am so sorry. I know you must still care for him. It's just that…."

Don't sweat the small stuff Olivia." Cheryl interrupted. "It's over with us even though we still date a little. I want him to be happy and I'm sure he would be with you. That's why I'm here today. 

Olivia looked at her uncomprehendingly 

"Hello." She said to Olivia. "I am going to get him together with you…in your life, in your bed. Whatever it takes to ensure his happiness. 

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Gabe starred off into the distance. He shook his head to clear it and returned to the task at hand. He was still looking over the vests available when he noticed Tina starring at him.

"What?" Gabe asked Tina quickly, startling her.

"Um…nothing." she muttered blushing bright red, looking to the floor and refusing to meet his gaze. 

"Have I grown a second head or third eye or something?" he asked.

"No…umm…no. It's not that."

"Then what?"

"It…" she paused. "…it's not something I want to talk about right now, okay?"

"As you wish." he told her.

She smiled, pulling a vest off its hanger. "Here try this one on."

Gabe took off his old vest and shrugged into the one Tina handed to him. It fit perfectly as if it had been tailored specifically for him. "Hmm, I'm gonna have to take this one, good guess Tina. It fits me perfectly. I'm glad you were here to help."

Tina blushed furiously, then looked into his eyes a long moment. Then she surprised him by kissing him directly on the lips, then turned and fled saying "Olivia can help you from here on." 

Gabe was somewhat taken aback. What the hell was that all about? He thought. Why would Tina do that? He wandered to the counter a little dazed and confused. When he got there, both Cheryl and Olivia noticed the odd look on his face. 

"What happened?" Cheryl asked. Olivia looked at him, concern on her face.

"Um, I'm not sure." Gabe answered. "Tina just kissed me." Pointing absently toward the back of the store.

A look of annoyance flashed across Olivia's face for less than a second, and then she grinned. Cheryl starting giggling and said to Olivia. "Looks like we may have some competition."

Gabe looked at her, still puzzled. "Huh?"

"Never mind, Sugar. It's nothing serious, just a little girl talk." Cheryl grinned mischievously. 

"Now why do I feel like I'm in some kind of trouble here?" Gabe said cautiously.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." chuckled Olivia. She smiled sweetly at him. 

Cheryl walked up to him; put her arms around his neck, hugging him them kissing him intimately. 

"Oo, my turn." Olivia jumped up, came around the counter and did exactly as Cheryl had, kissing Gabe even more intimately than Cheryl had. The kiss took her breath away. It was the same fireworks and train-wrecks from before. To her, it only reconfirmed her love for him. "Mmm, nice." she said.

The kiss also affected Gabe more than he would care to admit. Her lips tasted perfect. He felt something stirring deep inside his chest. What is this…? What's going on here? He thought.

"Wow, kissed by three hot babes in less than five minutes." Gabe said, shaking the feelings coming over him "I must be doing something right." He grinned like the proverbial Cheshire Cat.

"Maybe." Olivia said cryptically.

"And what do you mean by that?" Gabe asked.

"I'm not telling…yet." she smirked at him

Cheryl smiled and interrupted by asking suddenly. "Are you still pretty active with your photography?"

"Not as much as before, but yeah, I guess you could say I am." he responded. "Why?"

With a grin that worried Gabe a bit, she told him. "I know someone that is interested in some of your boudoir photos."

"You know that I've not done any of those since our divorce." He said, suddenly worried. Gabe had been an amateur photographer most of his adult life. He and Cheryl had turned that into a hobby and a little extra money by taking the sexy photos of their neighbors, friends and even others as their reputation had spread. Many pictures of couples, but mostly just women that would pose for the pictures as anniversary or birthday gifts for the men in their lives. It was not pornography, though there was some nudity, simply very hot, provocative photographs to share with loved ones privately.

"Why not?" asked Olivia with genuine curiosity on her lovely face. "I've seen some of your work. It's quite good." 

"You've seen what…?" Gabe was stunned. Then he saw a photo- album on the counter. He pointed at it and mumbled to Cheryl. "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes it is…and both Olivia and Tina are interested." Now it was Cheryl's turn to grin like Lewis Carroll's world famous feline from Wonderland.

I didn't know you had copies of those. I thought they were all still in the back room closet at my place." The back room doubled as a studio for the boudoir photography for months before their marriage fell apart. Those were good times Gabe remembered. He had dozens upon dozens of photos of women in various stages of undress that sat in that closet and had not seen the light of day in a very long time. He had enjoyed his little hobby and missed it at times. "I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to have those, Babe." he said to Cheryl tensely. "And explain to me how or why the interest. Olivia recently broke up with her boyfriend and Tina, as far as I know doesn't have one at the moment." 

Tina appeared next to Olivia behind the counter. "I don't need a boyfriend to do something that can make me look and feel sexy. If I did…maybe I would have a boyfriend." She winked and looked at Gabe and smiled seductively.

"Maybe we could all come by your place Monday evening?" Cheryl suggested.

"Uh, uh." Gabe said. "It's football season and you know I'll be a Gus' with the guys Monday night." 

"Tuesday then?" Said Olivia looking hopeful. 




Destiny Can Be Strange



Gabe hesitated. What should I do? This could be a lot of fun, yet there will be difficulties. "Well…." he started.

"I'll help you with the make up and lighting." Cheryl offered. "It'll be fun to work together again."

Gabe still said nothing. "I don't know…." he paused apparently deep in thought. Getting together with Cheryl for the occasional sexual escapade now and then was one thing, but working together again, he wasn't too sure about.

All three looked at him and smiled sweetly. "Please…? They all said in unison. 

"All right." Gabe said sounding not quite sure.

"You supply the beer, Olivia and I will bring pizza." Tina blurted out suddenly. "Say, about 7:30 or so?"

"Okay. That'll be fine." Gabe held up the vest he carried and asked Tina. "How much?" 

Tina looked closely at the vest. "Forty bucks will cover it."

Gabe reached into his pocket, pulled out an average sized roll of money, peeled of two twenties and handed them to Tina.

"You want all your patches transferred to your new vest Gabe? We can do that here now."

Again he asked "How much and when can I have it back?"

Tina motioned for him to turn around to get an idea how many actual patches would be involved, which he did slowly.

"Another twenty. I can have it ready…." she paused. "…I can bring it with me to your place Tuesday evening."

Gabe came up with another twenty and handed it along with both vests to Tina. He looked around. "See you ladies on Tuesday." Then he turned and left the Scooter Trash. He got into his van and went to the clubhouse. 

The clubhouse belonged to the Military Combat Veterans M/C of which Gabe was a member. The MCV's sole purpose for existing was it's work in aiding all U. S. military veterans and their families. They were well known locally, but not so much around the country, although there were several chapters in other states. Last count gave them over fourteen hundred members' nation wide. His job as a motorcycle mechanic and his service with the Marines during Operation Iraqi Freedom naturally led him to MCV membership. He had been wounded while in Iraq and was eventually discharged because of his injury. An ugly scar on Gabe's right hip and a slight limp were all that was left of his military service that most could see.

He entered the clubhouse and found the place nearly deserted. The only other member there was Wayne who was very busy trying to make a move on La'Keesha, the barmaid. Or was La'Keesha making moves on Wayne? They began kissing as though they hadn't noticed Gabe walking in. It seems like Jenny's concerns about Wayne's fidelity are more than well founded. Gabe thought. He stopped, went back to the door reopened and closed it loudly. Wayne and La'Keesha jumped apart as if they'd been caught trying to steal the crown jewels of England.

"Hey Gabe, what's up?" Wayne greeted him trying unsuccessfully to look innocent. "How ya been?"

"Sierra squared, delta squared" he replied using an old military slang expression meaning same shit, different day or same old, same old as some would say. He turned to La'Keesha. "A beer 'Keesh'."

"Hey, her name is La'Keesha!" Wayne snapped pronouncing her name slowly and carefully. "Not 'Keesh'."

'Keesh' shushed him. "It's all right Wayne. Actually, I kinda like it."

Wayne nodded to her mumbling unhappily under his breath, then excused himself heading to the men's room.

When he left, 'Keesh' looked at Gabe. "You're not gonna yell at me?"

"No, it's really none of my business. Nor is it my place to judge you.

"I don't have anything against Jenny. Wayne's good in bed and we just like sex a lot…and I mean a lot." she said rolling her eyes.

The only thing I'll tell you is that married men are usually more trouble than they're worth." he told her. Beyond that, you two can do want you want. After all, sexy bar maids need to get laid occasionally too, right?" He winked at her

She laughed, blushing brightly. "You're not married. If I were screwing you I wouldn't have to worry about things like that." she said suggestively.

"Wayne wouldn't like that idea very much." he told her.

"True, but as you said, he is married. And it wouldn't be as if he wasn't getting any. I know he's still doing her." 

"I'll admit to being much temped 'Keesh', but I also want to keep peace and harmony in the club."

"Still…." she said. "Look, can I be straight up with you?" she paused. "I took this job here because I like white men and so far the only one here who's tried anything is Wayne." 

"Patience my dear, you've only worked here a couple of weeks. There are some of the brothers who have been checking you out."

"Really?" she asked.

"Hey, you are a hot lookin' babe. Who wouldn't? Some of these guys like to take things slow. However, be careful about Wayne. He hates losing…at anything. He won't want to give you up."

"It's not up to him. I see who I want."

"Well, perhaps I should tell you that Lucky's interested in you?" Lucky was a rather large fellow at 6' 8" 270lbs. He played defensive end for the Naval Academy before fulfilling he military obligation and was a Desert Storm veteran. And of course, he was white which would fit right in with La'Keesha's desires.

"How come he's never said anything to me?" asked 'Keesh'.

"He's a wee bit on the shy side, 'Keesh'. And it's only been a couple of weeks, right?"

She nodded, then smiled and winked at Gabe. 

He finished his beer and left, leaving an apparently much happier La'Keesha behind and went home. He was wondering what the next week would bring. Specifically Tuesday evening. 

Throughout the remainder of the weekend, thoughts of Olivia were never far from his mind. There was no way to explain the feelings building up for her. He imagined a real relationship with her and knew that he wanted to be much more than just friends with her. He would have to be very careful. He thought to himself again it would be better to have her in his life as a friend than not at all.

To be continued….

The first thing I should say here is that the Military Combat Veterans motorcycle club does not exist in the real world. They were, however, inspired by an R/L veteran's motorcycle group. All of the businesses, Gus', the Scooter Trash and the others are also a figment of my imagination. 

As always, feed back from you, my readers, is welcome.

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