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Dixie

By: thornapple



by Philip Johnson

Chapter One

"Rita, have Loren stop by when he gets a chance. I should be done with my meeting in an hour or less. No better yet pick a time, and I can meet him at Bernard's for a cocktail."

"Okay is there anything he needs to bring to the meeting?" 

"No. Okay make it for the end of the day, say five or so."

"Five it is, and unless he's out, I'll have him there."

"Thanks. I'd call him myself, but I'm running late." Frank ducked out through the backdoor of his office and down the hall to his meeting as Rita called Loren's office. 

"Loren Bank's office."

"Hi Betty, is Loren there?"

"He will be in about ten minutes."

"Tell him to meet Frank at Bernard's at five for a cocktail."

"I'll tell him. Must be nice to go to Bernard's for a cocktail on the company tab."

"You and I will never know."

"That's for sure, talk to you later," and they hung up.

Loren found Frank at his usual table and the waiter was there before he could sit down, "Vodka martini no olives."

"Yes sir," Frank raised his glass to say he wanted another and the waiter left.

Frank said, "Sorry I didn't call you earlier, but it's been one of those days."

"Not a problem. I knew you were meeting with the Jemison group this afternoon. How did that go by the way?"

"Not too bad. We didn't get it wrapped up like I would have liked, but we'll finish next Tuesday. Anyway, I thought you could use a good drink to end the week."

"A good drink at the end of the day is never a bad thing."

"I agree." Their drinks arrived and they raised their glasses to each other and took a taste. "Okay, I'll share something with you and that will make this official office business. There's an upper management retreat at the Radisson in Chicago, and I thought both of us should attend. They have it divided into areas of interest with the last day being a combined session. That means, that once we're there we'll go our separate ways and then meet up for dinner. Rita has the details but I think...don't hold me to this, but I think it's a couple of weeks away yet."

"Sounds good. An all week event?"

"Four days. From the sounds of it, four long days though." Frank tipped his glass and drained about half of his drink and then said, "Virginia is having a very small gathering this...hell, it's tomorrow night. Sorry about the short notice, so if you can't make it we'll understand. Anyway it's just cocktails and little munchies. Very casual and out by the pool area. I think you'll know most of the few couples that are coming."

"I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen Virginia in weeks, how is she doing?"

"She's fine and has asked about you. I guess I need a vacation or something. We've been so damn busy. Not that I'm complaining, of course, but we all have our limits."

"Maybe you and Virginia can get away after the retreat. A few days would do wonders for your spirit."

"It would that's for sure. What do you like to do when you get away?"

"I have a friend on the east coast that has a thirty foot cruiser, and I like to go down there and hang out with him and his wife for a few days and cruise Albemarle Sound or out to sea."

"Sounds very relaxing."

"It is. The uniform for the day and everyday is a swim suit. Of course they frequently have friends join us for a day or so."

"Let me guess, you drink your breakfast and toy with the women in bikinis."

Loren smiled and admitted, "That's been known to happen. My friend Chuck has a sister...a single sister, that seems chronically divorced and she and I frequently hook up for a week. She lives off of what her three exes left her as a settlement."

"Sounds like a gold digger."

"Not really, she just picks guys that are good in the business world but lousy at love."

"Well, I hope you get down there and hook up with her again."

"I'm working on it."

"I take it you're not interested in a permanent hookup."

"Nothing permanent for me right now, my housekeeper, cook, wardrobe advisor and friend is about all the permanence I can handle."

"Oh right, how is Dixie?"

"Sharp as they come, and I love her dearly...like a mother, of course."

"Right as a thirty something mother, got it."

They shared smiles and emptied their glasses, but continued to talk for a few more minutes. They were friends through business, but didn't spend a lot of after hours time together. Most times like the upcoming get together at Frank and Virginia's, would be more political than social, but Loren did enjoy those infrequent gatherings. 

Chapter Two

Saturday evening, Loren was right on time and was received by Virginia. "Loren you did come, I'm so glad."

"I can't pass up a chance to see you, Virginia."

She gave him a light kiss and asked, "When are you going to start calling me Ginny?"

He smiled and said, "Give me another of your kisses and I'll start now."

She gave him a sly smile and kissed him again and touched his lips with her tongue and then asked, "Now will you call me Ginny?"

"I'll call you a couple of times a week after that kiss, Ginny." She laughed and kissed his cheek, put her arm around his waist and they made their way out to the patio. 

"Okay now Loren, you're on you own for awhile. I have to see to the snacks and listen for the door." What she really meant was she had to supervise her maid. 

"Don't stay away too long or I'll come looking for you." He liked flirting with her and she liked having him do it. Neither of them took it seriously, even though she was a very good looking woman for being in the forty plus range, so a few years older than Loren. But that made her nearly twenty years younger than Frank. It's amazing the love that can be bought with money and position.

Loren made his way through the group and said hello to the ones he knew and got a drink and stood at the end of the bar to watch the milling people. 

"Hi, I'm Raquel," she said from his left. 

He smiled and said, "Hi Raquel, I'm Loren Banks."

"I know, Ginny told me."

"Then you had the advantage. Do you work for or with rank?"

"No, I try not to work at all. I'm Ginny's friend."

"Beauty attracts beauty, obviously."

"That's a very flattering line."

"Thank you and I'll have you know I've never used it before. Of course, I meant every word."

"Then I do thank you. I take it you work for Frank."

"Yes I do. Unlike you, I'm forced to work a lot. I found that I like money and what I can do with it." 

She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll confess I do work, but not for Frank and not very hard."

"Then you've found the perfect balance. A little work and I'll assume a lot of play."

"That's my goal in life."

"Forgive me, you don't have a drink. What can I have the bartender fix for you?"

"Nothing right now. I have a low tolerance for alcohol so I have to ease into it." She paused then and said, "Caught you."

"Doing what?"

"Checking out the fourth finger of my left hand, yes that's a wedding ring and a diamond."

"A very impressive diamond at that."

"Thank you."

"Can I still flirt with you and try to ply you with alcohol?"

"Of course you can. I'll even tell you that Ginny described you to me, but she failed to warn me that you are unattached...or am I mistaken?"

"No, you're not mistaken, I'm unattached."

"Freshly or perennially?"

"Perennially."

"You'll ruin yourself. One day you'll decide you want to get married and find that no woman is willing to take the chance that you can adapt."

"I have a surrogate mother, does that count?"

She smiled and said, "Maybe I better have a drink before we get into that one. Make it a bourbon with water on the side." Loren turned and ordered the drink and a minute later handed it to her and she said, "Okay tell me about your surrogate mother."

Her name is Dixie."

"Is she really a dog?"

"Now that was unkind. I'll have you know she is a woman of about...well, she's older than me by two years. She has auburn hair about shoulder length, and she's been with me for almost four years as my maid, friend, housekeeper and style consultant. She helps me with my wardrobe, in other words."

"Are you sure she's not your mistress or something?"

"Absolutely not, in fact she's so indispensable that were I to consider marriage, the woman, would have to pass my housekeeper test."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Well the lady in question would have to meet Dixie and get along with her before I could propose."

"Um excuse me, but wouldn't it be possible to replace her. I'm sure there are other qualified women in the area...perhaps someone older and more reliable."

"Never more reliable, Dixie has never missed a day. Older? Of course, but like I said, I like her and consider her indispensable."

"Sounds like you have the hots for her."

He smiled and said, "I wondered when you would say that. I'm serious though. She really is indispensable. She's an excellent cook, a good housekeeper, a good friend and she has an eye for color and style trends that keeps me from looking frumpy or out of date."

"Now had you said that at the beginning instead of describing her physical attributes, I wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea."

"But it was more fun doing it this way."

"I was right I needed this drink."

"Can I get you another one...perhaps a double?"

She smiled and touched his hand and said, "Thanks, but no."

Ginny came by and said, "How are you two getting along?"

I smiled and said, "Virginia, I was just telling her about Dixie."

"I thought you were going to call me Ginny."

"Maybe if you kissed me just one more time."

Ginny looked at Raquel and said, "I should have told you to keep a safe distance from Loren." She kissed him and again touched his lips with her tongue, but this time he was ready and met her tongue with his. She smiled at him and said, "I wonder if we'll have to go through this again to get you to call me Ginny."

"It's certainly possible."

Raquel was talking to some white haired woman, so he excused himself and made the rounds of the people he knew, taking a few minutes to talk to each of them. Frank was in the midst of one of the small groups and he asked me, "Did I see you flirting with our neighbor?"

"Yes you did. Well chatting actually, because judging from her response, I don't think she saw it as flirting."

"She's pretty sharp, so be careful around her."

"Oh, great, now I find that out, that's okay though, because I was flirting with Virginia too."

"Of course you were, you always do." Loren joined in talking with that small group and then moved on to visit with others. He was smart enough know that even though it was a social gathering, word could get back to Frank about how he handled himself. He behaved, but just enough so to keep out of trouble.

Chapter Three

Dixie came in at her usual eight o'clock Monday morning, and as usual she had coffee with Loren at the kitchen table. "So tell me what's new in your life, Loren."

"Let me see...not a lot I guess. I went to a cocktail...where does that word come from by the way. It has nothing to do with cocks or tails."

"First thing on a Monday morning, and you want to talk about cocks?"

"Well, I was thinking more like male chickens."

"Oh, my mistake."

"Anyway the cocktail party was at Frank and Ginny's."

"Have a good time?" she asked before sipping her coffee again.

"I did, not a great time, but it wasn't bad. I got to flirt with Ginny again, and with..."

"I thought you called her Virginia."

"That's another story, but I'll save it for another time. I met Raquel..."

"As in Raquel Welch."

"That's right. Didn't look like her much, but she wasn't bad. I flirted with her too and even talked about you."

"I'm sure your maid was a big topic of conversation."

"You were. I told her I could never marry unless the prospective bride passed the Dixie test. I called it the maid test, but actually it's my Dixie test."

"I'll pretend I can see where this is going, but why don't you elaborate."

"I just said that I could never marry any woman that didn't get along with you."

"You did not, now what did you really say?"

"I'll swear on...well, whatever, I'm telling the truth at any rate."

"We both know that isn't the truth, but thank you just the same."

"It would be easier to find a bride than find someone to replace you, so it just makes sense to me."

She stood up and said, "We can talk later when you're thinking or at least talking straight."

"Well okay, so I'm exaggerating a little."

"A whole lot I'd say. Now I'm going to change the beds and do the laundry."

"No starch in my underwear remember that."

"You are so utterly hopeless," and she left him sitting there and smiling at the walls. Then he remembered he meant to tell her about the retreat and that while he was gone, she could have a few days off. He'd wait until that Friday to surprise her by paying her for those days. He went back to the laundry room and waited until she returned from his bedroom. Her mind was far away when she came into the laundry room so she jumped and let out a little eek sound before she realized it was him.

"Do I really look that bad?"

"Damn you, I almost wet myself. You never come into the laundry room."

"I'm here on an important mission."

"To make sure I don't starch your underwear, I suppose."

"No, I trust you completely on that issue. I'm going to be out of town for several days in...hell, I don't know the dates yet, but in a couple of weeks, but while I'm gone you don't have to be here."

"Thanks for letting me know."

"I'll have the exact dates tomorrow. Okay, I'll leave now so you can change your...you know. I'm going to work so I'll see you tonight or in the morning."

As he walked out she said, "I'm changing, but I'm going to wear some of your underwear so there," and closed the laundry room door.

Chapter Four

The day before they were to fly to Chicago, Loren went to Frank's office just as Ginny came down the hall. He stopped and smiled at her as she approached and said, "Well hello, Virginia."

She stood close to him and smiled and whispered, "I'll get back to you on that." Then cool and confident she went in to Frank's office and said, "Hi hon, it's me and Loren is right behind me so behave yourself."

"Don't I always?"

"I won't interfere with you working, but you wanted me to drop that file off and I left it with Rita."

"Thanks." Ginny turned to leave and winked at Loren and sauntered out closing the door behind her. Frank shook his head and said, "She just loves to flirt with you, but if you ever made a serious pass at her, she'd crap her pants."

"She's very charming and you are very lucky."

"I guess I am. Anyway are you ready for the meeting?"

"I'm ready and no surprises."

"Good, because with us gone the rest of the week the last thing we need are surprises."

"Yeah, I'd rather not be here until midnight straightening things out."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Virginia will be going with us so she can do some shopping while were doing our thing. I hope that won't bother you."

"Of course not, it will be nice to have her with us for dinner."

"Okay then, we'll meet you at the airport at ten then."

Loren got up and said, "I'll let you know how the meeting went and I'll be at the Delta counter at ten."

When he got home, he went to his room to change and there on the bed was his suitcase all packed and ready to go. And on top of the suitcase spread out nice and flat was a pair of his underwear starched as stiff as a board. Next to his stiff underwear was a note from Dixie saying she'd be in at eight to fix him a nice breakfast to get him to Chicago. He smiled and thought that his wife to be, whenever that day came really, would have to pass the Dixie test. He smiled and ran down to the local Wal Mart and came home with a picture frame that he filled with his starched underwear and then propped it up at the kitchen table for her to find in the morning.

He waited until he heard Dixie come in the backdoor, and then paused before going to the kitchen. She was standing there looking at his underwear and smiling, "Caught you."

She turned to him and asked, "Caught me at what?"

"Staring at my underwear."

She smiled and said, "You had that all planned didn't you."

"Well of course. Now you can take them home and stare at them all you want."

"What makes you think I'd want to stare at your underwear?"

"Well, you don't think I'd wear them do you."

"The starch would wash out you know."

"Not now because I glued them in the frame."

"I've changed my mind, you are not hopeless you're sick."

"I'll bet you say that to all the guys."

"Go away and I'll fix breakfast. I'll call you when it's ready."

They had their breakfast together and over coffee Dixie asked him, "Do you want me to come in Saturday to take care of your unpacking and so forth?"

"No that's not necessary; I'll take care of that. You just enjoy your few days off and do something fun."

"I'll probably go see my parents for a couple of days." 

"Well have a good visit."

"You can tell me about all of your exciting adventures in Chicago when I come in Monday."

"Don't expect much. It isn't very exciting sitting in a room that's too warm listening to somebody talk until you want to fall asleep."

"Wow, you do make it sound like thrilling."

"I'll try to put an exciting spin on it for you."

"Thanks, I wouldn't want you to put me to sleep." Dixie watched me from the doorway as I left and then waved before going back in to clean the kitchen before going home.

As Ginny put the finishing touches on packing she asked Frank for the second time, "Are you sure Loren doesn't mind my going along?"

"I told you he said it would be nice having you along. Why worry about it, you two will hardly see each other."

"I know, but I just don't want to interfere with your retreat experience."

"Don't be silly, you won't be a bother at all." She hated it when he talked down to her that way, but it wasn't worth starting an argument over, especially just before the three of them flew off to Chicago. 

Franks aging knees required that he sit on the aisle seat, so that meant that Loren was in the window seat and Ginny sat next to Frank. The flight only lasted a couple of hour's air time, but with Frank dozing for most of the time, Ginny and Loren either looked out of the window or talked softly.

"Loren, I hope you don't mind me tagging along."

"I'm glad you came along. The three of us will be together for breakfast and dinner I hope, and you'll have the day to explore Chicago's downtown shopping."

She smiled and said, "And I intend to do just that, but as much as anything, it's just nice to get out of town for a few days. Frank has been so busy that we've not had time to do anything out of the ordinary."

"He really has been busy, but then he isn't happy unless he's knee deep in work."

"That puts it mildly. He complains about working so hard, but I swear that when he retires, he'll die of boredom after about the first month."

Loren put his hand on her knee and giving her a devilish smile told her, "If that unfortunate event happens, I'll be more than happy to console you."

"Loren that was an awful thing to say," but she was smiling the whole time.

Chapter Five

They deplaned, and took a taxi to the Radisson and they went to the counter to sign in. The rooms were in Frank's name, so Loren stood next to Ginny and absentmindedly watched the proceedings. That is, until a young woman in a brown pantsuit appeared and lingered not far from him. It was hard for him to be discreet and check her out at the same time, but he did his best. Good looking woman, maybe five seven, cute...no, make that nice shape. But he had to wonder what she was wearing under her jacket, because there was no visible evidence of a top of any kind. All he could see was nice cleavage all the way down to the jacket button....very sexy. It invited his eyes to delve into her chest with quick glances before looking away and picturing her in his mind, so sensual, and yet acceptable on the street, at least, as far as Loren was concerned anyway.


Dixie



Dixie knelt before him as he entered the house. Master had been gone on a very long trip, and she also competed with His wife for His time. He was tired and she expected some extra tension with this visit. They had had some e-mail correspondence during his trip about His home troubles. More bullshit about His wife then she cared to read about, but she was His vent, His word-vomit catcher, per say. However, He was very sweet and humbled at her presence before Him. She untied his shoes and helped him out of them. Then came His belt. As she pulled it loose and out of His belt loops, His hands find her hair and entangle themselves into her long brown locks. She then unbuttoned his jeans and helped Him out of them. 

"May I now stand and help you with your shirt, Sir?" She asked, not daring to stand at His level without permission.

"No, its fine for now, go get me a beer." He demanded as He walks away from the door now and into the front room of the house.

With her head held down she stands and quietly goes to the kitchen for His request. When she returns, she kneels again at his feet, head remaining down and hands him His beverage. His gratitude for her obedience only shows through His unspoken words. She knows when He is displeased with her. 

"Would you like for me to run you a bath, Sir?"

"Hhmmm, that does sound very inviting bitch, but I think for now you will suck me off.....Now!" He lifts her chin and winks at her.

Not something Dixie enjoyed doing, sucking His cock directly after he walks in the door after having driven about 600 miles, without showering. Knowing any reluctance will only result in punishment, she proceeded to complete her task. He tasted very salty today and that was only the skin so far. After about ten minutes of adding her saliva to His salty sweat taste, it didn't bother her anymore and she could really get into sucking on her love. Oral had always been an activity she prided herself on perfecting. Taking in suggestions from previous men and always listening to instructions when they were given. Basically finding out most men enjoy the same style of head, with little differences here and there.

It wasn't too long into this task that He was ready to explode in her throat. He took His cock out of her mouth, slapped the shit out of her face with it, then shoved it back in her throat and released. Hot, salty cum gagged her as it hit the back of her mouth and she struggled to swallow, but knew she had to. Once down into her stomach, she rested back and put her head down once again.

"Aahhhh that was just wonderful bitch." He praised His slut.

"You are very welcome Master. What may I do for you next?" She asked sounding especially eager to please Him more than ever right now.

"Come up here on the couch and sit next to me."

Her head shot up, completely caught off guard by this one sentence. He barely requested this action from her. To be next to him, at his level, at any point in time, was a privilege only His wife got, except for moments He requested. She got up and turned and sat next to Him, placing her head on his shoulder, nestling into His neck. This one single privilege was so great, if only she could just have this moment right now, forever......

"Have you behaved yourself while I was away?" He gazed down into her wide blue eyes. There were some year's difference between them and she was close to thirty, but her eyes showed the younger side of her. 

"Of course Master" she spoke softly. "I have completed all your requests you stated in your last e-mail." It wasn't a long list, but some of the items on it were new for them/her. 

"You got everything done....?"

She put her head down, slightly embarrassed, and nodded.

"Good girl." His smile wide across His face.

"I did ask for help at the shop this time. Needed help making sure I got the right flogger and cane." She confessed to Him. On normal trips to their favorite/regular shop they go to, and most of the time together, she doesn't speak to anyone. Just gets the items she/they need and be on her/their way.

"Oh really?" His tone sounding a little suspicious. "And why is it that you needed help picking out these two items? Did you also request an opinion about the dildo I instructed you to pick up as well?" 

"No Sir. I know you will be pleased about my selection of dildo, we have purchased those together before and I know what you like." That was the truth; she knew exactly what He meant when He sent her to pick out a new cock. "But the flogger and cane are brand new toys for me and without your guidance, I had to make sure my choice for those had to be what I thought you wanted by reading what you put it your e-mail."

She was becoming more nervous by the second. The sound of His voice growing into that tone she sometimes feared. She knew the whole situation was about to change, but continued to sit next to him, clinging to the feeling of being equal to him for a moment longer. 

"Well, get up bitch; let's see what you chose...."

She stood, placed her hands behind her back, lowered her head and walked behind Him as they headed to the playroom. Once at the entrance, she was on her knees, spread open almost a foot apart, waiting for Him to approve of her choices. She didn't enter the playroom unless instructed or during her chores. 

He picks up the flogger first. "Nice choice darling." He walks over to her and seductively glides the long leather tails across her back before swinging back and landing the whip direct center of her spine. Not too bad, she thought to herself, but knew He was only playing right now.

Next He inspected the rubber cock that she picked out for Him. Watching Him look it over, eyeballing it from one end to the other, coming to the realization she might have chosen wrong on this one with seeing the disappointment in His eyes.

"Is the shop running low on inventory?"

Slightly confused by this question, she tried to explain why she had made the choice for that dildo. "Well, no Sir, this one came in not too long ago and...."

SMACK!! The back of His hand made direct contact with the right side of her face. Stunned, she immediately shut up and put her head down, not wanting Him to see the tears stream down her cheeks. 

"Don't believe I asked for an explanation whore." He then turned back to the playroom to retrieve the last object He ordered her to pick up. The cane. It was roughly 2 ½ ft. long and relatively thin. She could hear him swinging it thru the air, testing her choice.

"Come here Dixie." She got up and walked over to Him, the tears dried on her face.

"Clearly, your choice in toys differs from mine, but I can see you took my opinion into consideration more than yours, so I will let this first round be brief." Not much relief in those words, but brief was better than nothing. "And tomorrow we obviously have to make another shopping trip so that I can correct your misjudgment." 

Her heart leapt and sank within the same beat. She had disappointed him, unintentionally, but still He wasn't happy. She stood there in the middle of the room waiting for him to make the choice of punishment. And with so many different possibilities as to how he could/should discipline her, there was no way she could predict His decision let alone prepare herself for it. However, she was certain it would most definitely involve the flogger or the cane.

"Go put yourself over the arm of the couch, Now!!"

Placing herself bent over the couch the way He always put her, she turned her head to the back cushion. Scared and anxious, she didn't want to see what was in store for her. Without speaking, He walked over to her. She felt His fingertips across her lower back and ass. She tensed but was surprised not to feel the leather tails or the thin wood of the cane right then. It wasn't until she completely relaxed that she felt the sudden sting of leather.

"Count bitch!" His voice harsh and stern.

"Aahhh, one Sir!" She screamed out without thinking.

Two more strikes and her flesh tingles. There was pain but the feeling with it was exhilarating! Why had they never tried this before!?

"Three, Sir."

He stopped, but only to kiss her red welts for a second, and then He continued.

"Four, Sir." She began to whimper, overwhelmed with the sensations taking her over.

Smack 

"Five, Master, please. Please can I rest?" she begged at a whisper knowing she wasn't supposed to talk. He hesitated. "I don't believe I need to discuss your rules with you again, do I?"

He then laid down the last blow. "Six, Sir." She sobbed.

Placing the flogger on the couch, he kissed her back and ass, feeling the heat spread over her and flow out her skin. 

"You did very well Dixie." He praises as He lightly comforts her.

"Thank you, Master. How can I please you now?" She had calmed herself enough to softly speak.

"I would like that bath now."

She pulled herself up off the couch arm and walked out of the playroom towards the bathroom to run His bath. Having done this task numerous times before the actions were basically second nature, but when she turned to go out and let Him know the water was ready for Him, she was startled to see Him watching her at the doorway. 

He seemed different to her. She could tell there was something about Him that hadn't been there before. He came over to where she stood, His eyes surveying her whole body. Grabbing her thick hair, He slowly, passionately kissed her. Without thinking she wrapped her arms around Him and squeezed, lost in this moment.

"Join me?" He asks, sounding anxious.

"Yes Sir, of course I would love to." She pulls His shirt over His head and then sinks to her knees so she can help Him out of His boxers. He steps in the tub as she turns off the water before climbing in. The water isn't that hot, but with the fresh welts across her back and ass, it stung.

"I'm very proud of you love." She loved His praises after pleasing him. That was her only goal.



Dixie Ch. 02



Prologue

Loren had almost lost Holly because of hesitating and continuing to deny the obvious fact that he loved her, and his obsession about maintaining his status as a bachelor seemed pretty inane to him now. He had caused his own demise as a man still available to play, but as he sat there remembering the steps in his downfall, he had to smile. It had been his idea to take Holly to meet Sandy and Chuck and spend time cruising on the Skinny Dippin'. He had pushed her to accept the fact that the four of them would be spending a lot of time naked as they wandered Albemarle Sound and the Atlantic Ocean. It was he that had soothed her naked body with lotion that was heated by the North Carolina sun as she and Sandy lay on the foredeck. Of course, in the process of him soothing her body the two of them got so excited that neither of them would ever be the same again.

He had proposed to her and she had accepted instantly, but when he asked her to move in with him, she said only if they would be married within a couple of months. She wasn't interested in letting life pass by as they cohabitated. She had seen how he could stall simply because he was used to having his own way at his office. They had talked about that very subject in fact, and she reminded him that home was home and office was office, and she warned him about confusing the two. Two separate issues was the phrase she liked to use. Then they made love and she moved in the next day.

Most of Loren's energy and attention were on his job, and Holly knew that's how it had to be for a while. Frank Adler, the CEO and Loren's boss had collapsed and was now in a long term care facility from where he would never leave while he was alive. That meant the board had to decide who would step up to the office on the top floor. But Virginia, Frank's wife had aspirations of taking over for Frank. She had a chance to do just that with her thirty eight percent of the stock. If she gathered another thirteen percent through proxy votes she could force the board to put her in charge. Loren and others knew that would be a disaster, so they were working on their own strategy to keep Ginny out of Frank's office.

Even with all of that going on, Holly was trying to decide what to do with her new degree in business and public relations. Loren was well compensated for his efforts and dedication to the company and in fact when she found out how much he made, she was shocked. But though she wouldn't have to work, she had no interest in just being home all the time and living off of him. She had worked very hard to get her degree and one way or another she was going to use what she had.

Chapter One

Tuesday morning, Loren was summoned to the boardroom and took a chair at the end of the long table. Graham Samson, the chairman, smiled and said, "Good morning, Loren."

"Good morning to all of you."

"As I'm sure you're aware, we were here quite late last night discussing what options we have open to us, of which there are at least four. We'd like to give you the floor and have you tell us what your thoughts and hopes are. Both as to who should sit in Frank's office and what you would do were you selected for that position."

"Thank you Graham, and ladies and gentlemen for giving me this opportunity. I'd like to start with where we are right now as I see it. Frank devoted his life to his work. His mind was here seven days a week, and he rarely took a vacation. He made impressive gains for the company and was a powerhouse when it came to sales and networking. Of course, as we are all too painfully aware, those accomplishments didn't come without cost. He paid a very high price for all that he did I'm sorry to say, by sacrificing his health and nearly his life. I'm going to say something that might cause you to think twice about considering me for Frank's position. He worked far too hard. I could never and would never devote all of my waking ours to my work, and I don't think anybody should be expected to work like that. I'll also add however, that I think a lot of what Frank accomplished could have been done with less effort. That was Frank's way and that's what made him happy and successful, but that wouldn't work for most people." 

Loren was making it a point to make eye contact with each board member as he stood there, but he wished he could walk around a little because that's when he was at his best. "Now I'll get into a little selling of my own," and he smiled. "I've been with Frank for quite a few years and we worked well together. I learned a lot from him and added my own style along the way. You have my file with my curriculum vitae and my accomplishments. In education and experience I'm well qualified for the job and I have no doubt that I'm quite capable. 

"Now to what I'd like to do for the company given the chance. First, I'd make Gordon Streiter my vice president, but rather than have two vice presidents, I'd alter Gordon's responsibilities and add a position under Gordon. The result would be a chain of command more clearly defined and efficient and save the company a considerable amount of money each year. Frank was a very big advocate of seminars and he made very good use of his time there, but not from the seminar per se. He networked like a man possessed, but he didn't get anything from the seminar itself. I'd like to investigate some other ways to accomplish the same task for maybe fifty thousand dollars a year savings." 

Loren passed out a one page document saying, "This is a list of a few other ways to save money and at the same time improve communications and hopefully to improve sales. I know of three contracts that we lost just because of glitches in the early stages that should have never happened." Loren finally gave up and walked around a little as he quickened his speech pattern barely pausing to breathe and then closed his presentation. He shook all of the board member's hands, and played the role of politician running for office as he talked to each board member and then was excused. He wasn't one for liquor that early in the day, but he had to fight the temptation to make an exception to his personal rule. He sat there and called Holly and when she answered he said, "I love you."

He could see her smile in his mind as she said, "I like that greeting. I love you too honey, how is it going?"

"I just finished my presentation to the board."

"How did that go?"

"We won't know of course until they make their decision, but I said what I wanted to say in that short time, and I feel good about how it went. All we have to do is see if they agree with what I shared with them."

"Will you be late tonight?"

"I might be a little late, but who knows."

"Sandy and Chuck called just a few minutes ago to see if there was any news. Mind if I call them and give them an update?"

"Not at all. Tell them I said hello would you? Oh and did they nag you about a date for our wedding?"

"No, they know things are going to be pretty stressful and busy for you for awhile. Go work your magic honey and I'll see you tonight."

"Okay. It helps just to hear your voice. See you tonight honey," and he hung up. He had plenty to do, but he took a few minutes to just stare at the ugly painting on the far wall and let his mind wander. He called those moments, mental naps and felt better after indulging himself for a minute. His mind went to him and Holly being on Chuck and Sandy's cruiser, and that thought led him straight to being naked with the two most important women in his life. He loved Holly more than he ever would have thought possible, and he loved and lusted for Sandy. His minute of mental nap was closer to five minutes before he pulled himself back to reality and waded into the stack of papers on his desk.

Holly was in the kitchen when he came in through the backdoor a little after six o'clock. "Hi beautiful."

"Hi honey, how did it go?"

"We're limping along waiting for the board's decision, but okay otherwise I guess."

"Any news about Virginia about her run for her fifty plus percent?"

"Not a thing and I didn't even hear any speculation about her chances. Of course there are only a few of us that are even aware of what she's up to."

Holly waited until near the end of dinner and then said, "Honey, tell me more about the seminar that you went to with Frank and Virginia."

He had his glass of water to his lips when she said that, and he lurched forward and spilled water onto his plate. She laughed and Loren asked her, "Why would you want to know more about that?"

"I don't mean about your adventure with Ginny. Who made the arrangements?"

"Rita, Frank's secretary."

"So all she did was line up the Delta tickets and the hotel?"

"That's about it, but what else would she have done?"

"I'm just curious. So say somebody was in from the east or west coast and they came in early to play some golf or see a play. They would have to look into the golf courses in the area and what plays were in town."

"I'm sure that's right, unless they had one hell of an efficient secretary."

"And what if they wanted to bring their wife, would she know what was available for her to do during the day?" Then she smiled and added, "Well I mean other than what Ginny found to do to pass the time."

"You are so funny. They'd be on their own I guess."

Then Holly laughed and said, "With their own little buzzing lover." He leaned back and had to smile, but he just shook his head and stayed silent as she added, "I wonder if Ginny gave hers a name. You know like...plastic Paul the pulsing provider of pleasure."

Loren sat back and laughed and asked her, "Is this something you've spent the day thinking about?"

"No, that part just came to me."

"Okay Dixie, what are you up to honey?"

"Oh, I'm back to Dixie am I? I've been thinking about a business for upper level executives. For a fee of course, I could provide a client with about any information he or she might want. For example, theater tickets or golf information and or reservations, or the best hotels, transportation assistance and information or plane tickets. Whatever they might want, and custom tailored to their desires of course. The sweet part of this is I'd do it from right here."

"Sounds pretty ambitious, and if you get a few clients going you may need an assistant."

She smiled and tried to act casual as she said, "It could come to that."

"I know, we'll hire a maid and she can see to my basic needs so you'll be free to pursue your new career."

"Oh no, I'll be the one to see to your needs honey, basic and otherwise. If we get a maid, I'll do the hiring okay?"

He tried not to smile but it was futile so he just said, "Okay, have it your way."

Chapter Two

Loren was called to the boardroom just after ten Thursday morning. He took a deep breath, checked himself in his mirror and squaring his shoulders he went down the hall to more than likely learn his fate. Again he shook hands and made eye contact with each board member ending with Graham Samson. Ann Grierson, an attractive and influential older woman with a reputation for taking no prisoners in matters of business, smiled and said, "Sit next to me Loren so we can talk."

Mr. Samson waited for a minute so Ann and Loren could chat and then called the meeting to order again. Once everybody was quiet, he said, "Thank you. Loren this body of very knowledgeable and dedicated people have been struggling with a number of issues, so you you'll have to forgive us for spending so much time on the issue before us. But as progress was made toward a decision, new information would come to us and we would be forced to discuss matters again. I won't bore you by me blabbering on, but rest assured we're determined to do what is right for the company first, and fair to all involved as well. 

Graham studied his pen as he tapped his notes and then said, "Yet more information came to us just this morning, but here is where we stand now. We're offering you an interim position as the CEO until such time that we can sort out this latest complication." Loren was handed a packet with the salary and benefits package they were offering and Loren took it without opening it. "This would be a thirty day position and at that time, or before then hopefully, we'll make our final determination no matter what else we learn. This whole issue has gone on too long as it is."

"Thank you Graham, and thanks to all of you for your diligent efforts. I appreciate your many hours of discussion and struggling and thank you for putting your trust in me however temporary this may be. I'll study the offer and forward my decision within twenty four hours" Then he smiled and said, "However, I'm going to be lighting candles at the alter for this grand effort on everybody's part to come to fruition." All of them at least smiled and Ann put her hand on his arm and said, 'Congratulations Loren and I want to tell you that I have very little doubt that you are right for the position."

"Thank you Ann." Everybody stood up and hands were shaken, and Ann kissed his cheek. Eleanor Wood, the only other woman on the board, embraced him but passed on kissing his cheek. 

As soon as he could, he called Holly with his good news. "Loren honey, that's fantastic, have you looked at the offer?"

"Just a minute ago."

"Well tell me, are you going to accept it?"

"I'm sure I will, and now I'll fight harder than before to get the position."

"Is it safe for you to tell me numbers?"

"Well, there's a very generous benefits package that includes a nice chunk of company stock along with other things, and for the interim month I'll make twenty eight thousand."

"Oh my God, that's wonderful. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you, but I can't get too used to that because in a month I could be back to my old position or even out on my ear."

"We both know that last one isn't likely, and what you make now isn't exactly embarrassing."

"True."

"What do you think happened to or is happening with Virginia?"

"I could only guess, but I doubt she's very happy right now."

"I hope you get a chance to talk to her and maybe get back on speaking terms again."

"I hope so too. Okay, I have to go and earn my money and don't look for me until who knows when."

"I'll be here. Love you hon."

"Love you too. Oh, and if you talk to Sandy share the good news with them."

"You know I'm going to call her right now." He laughed and said goodbye and headed to Gordon's office, who he was certain had been told, but the two of them needed to talk.

Holly called Sandy and shared the good news with her and Chuck, and they talked for awhile. But Holly had her mind on two other things at the same time, so she said her goodbyes and then she spent the next hour making phone calls.

It was seven o'clock before Loren made it home, but Holly had dinner waiting for him and then they talked over scotch in the living room. There wasn't a lot more that Loren could share with Holly, but she had things to tell him. "Honey, I interviewed two ladies to be our maid."

"Oh, and how did that go?"

"Okay, I've already rejected one of them and I have another one to interview tomorrow."

"What was wrong with the first one?"

Dixie smiled and looked over the rim of her glass as she tasted her drink and then told him, "She was too damn good looking."

Loren smiled and leaned back into the couch and asked her, "So how good looking was she and how old?"

"Forty five and good looking enough to worry me."

"Okay, I'll say this only once honey. I love you and there's no way in hell I'm going to jeopardize our future. Besides, she's too old for you to worry about."

"You wouldn't say that if you saw her."

"Question, will whoever you select be a live in maid."

"Of course not."

"Then where is the risk?"

"Excuse me? You're sleeping with your former maid right now stud."

"That's different. Now you'll be here too so that further makes looks a non issue."

"So you're saying you want me to hire her?"

"I don't know anything about her, but if she's well qualified and you feel she'll be reliable then why not?"

"I'll think about it. She has excellent credentials in terms of reliability and culinary skills and references."

"You better not tell me anymore or I will be encouraging you to hire her even though I've not even met her."

"We'll see. Oh, and I had lunch with Linda Whitehouse, a woman that I met in class, and Jim Maloney, also a former classmate. Jim is close to fifty and owns a manufacturing company. He was in class because he's always promised himself that he'd go back and finish getting his degree. Linda is younger than me by a few years and is a vivacious powerhouse. We talked for almost two hours about my idea. They were a lot of help too."

"Fantastic honey, that's the power of networking. Get the word out about how good you or your company is. Make people want to come to you so you won't work so hard getting them on board."

"There's more. I want to turn one of the guest rooms into my office and I want to hire Linda."

"Really? Are you that far along with your business plan?"

"I've accomplished a lot, but I need help building a database. You can't imagine how labor intensive that is. But honey I'll be spending money and not be bringing any in for awhile. It's my hope that I'll be able to bring Linda on board full time in the next sixty days."

"You have clients lined up?"

"One. Jim Maloney."

"You're kidding."

"No, he wants to invite a few gentlemen to join him for a golf outing somewhere. He wants me to come up with some suggestions within a couple of hundred miles from here, along with other attractions, accommodations and so forth. He's paying me a three thousand dollar fee and if I exceed expectations he'll throw in a bonus and make sure the other's know that it was my company that made all of the arrangements."

Sort of like what Rita did for Frank and I."

"So much more than that. Plane tickets and hotel reservations are no big deal, but how many secretaries have you heard of that can provide all of the golf courses within a given geographic area along with details of each, and add to that, hotel options and amenities, theater or concert tickets or shopping for the wife if there's an interest in that, and college and professional sports tickets and..."

"I get the idea. You really will have to have an impressive data base then."

"It will be huge."

"You will be a very busy lady so will I see much of you in the future?"

"You'll see me every evening I promise. That adds to the reason that I want to bring Linda in on my project."

"Sounds good, will she have contact with clients, or will you reserve that part for yourself?"

"I think she would be very good at it, but I want to work with clients too. We'll work that out as we go along."

"I can see you're excited about this project."

"The farther I get into it more excited I get." 

"Then go for it honey."

"I will. Okay, I'll hire Melissa tomorrow." Then she smiled and said, "She goes by Misty, but you have to call her Melissa, because that whole thing is too close to the Dixie slash Holly thing."

Chapter Three

They were nearing the end of the third week of Loren's probation as CEO when Graham came to his office unexpectedly. Rita, now Loren's secretary, called into his office and said, "Mr. Samson is here to see you and I've cleared your schedule for the next hour."

"Thanks Rita, I'll be right out." Loren met Graham with a smiling face and his hand extended and they went into his office. When they emerged twenty minutes later they were smiling and chatting about nothing in particular. Again, as soon as he was alone he called Holly and told her, "Well my position is now permanent, or until I do something to get fired."

"You got it?"

"I got it honey."




Dixie Ch. 02



"How shall we celebrate this?"

"Well I have an idea, but we'd have to wait awhile."

"What, tell me?"

"Tonight over dinner. Tell Melissa not to fix dinner because we'll go find that lobster that you craved so long ago."

"You are so sweet, thank you."

"I have to go so I can meet with Gordon and get my reorganization started."

As soon as Loren was in the house that evening, Holly ran to him and throwing her arms around him, kissed him and said, "I'm so proud of you."

"You know, I'm pretty damn proud of you too."

"For what?"

"For your marketing idea and the way you're diving into it and making things happen. I think that is fantastic."

"Thank you. It's scary but I'm having a great time. Now tell me about your idea to celebrate."

"Let's go into the living room. Has Melissa left?"

"Just a few minutes ago. How are you two getting along by the way?"

"Fine I guess. Well I did ask her if I could see her in a micro bikini."

"Loren..."

"Just kidding honey." He pulled her close to him and they dropped onto the couch together. He took her hand in his and said, "Okay, if you're still curious, I'll tell you my idea."

"I'm dying of curiosity."

"Well this would have to be a double celebration because we're both going to be so busy."

"Stop stalling, okay a double celebration...what's the second one?"

"Well the second one would be my promotion."

"Loren I'm going to hit you in a second."

"The first and most important reason to celebrate would be for us announcing our wedding date."

She was still staring at him as a smile worked its way across her lips and tears appeared in her eyes. "Really? Can you get enough time off?" He opened his other hand and showed her the official diamond engagement ring and then slipped it on her left hand. She put her arms around him and held him tightly as she told him yet again how much she loved him. She used her blouse sleeve to dab at her eyes and then smiling asked him, "How can you get away after the mess you've had to deal with?"

"I told the board that my only modification to their proposed offer was I had to have two weeks for my honeymoon and it has to happen soon, before either of us gets in over our heads with our projects."

"And they said yes?"

"They said yes with smiling faces."

"Two weeks? Really?"

"Really. Now we have to get with Sandy and Chuck because if you'll agree, I'd like them to stand up with us and maybe even get married on their boat."

"Oh my God, this is all too much. So...when...I mean how soon can we..."

"You talk to Sandy and let me know what you can work out. What to wear and all of those details, but better sooner than later, because I'll be putting some things on hold until I get back."

"Oh God...um...okay, I'll talk to Sandy on the way to the restaurant. Oh wait, what should I wear?"

"You're fine like you are. We'll go to Marlin's Seafood House."

"Oh honey, that isn't very fancy at all."

"It isn't bad, they even paved their parking lot. They have the best and freshest seafood this side of Maine."

"Okay, let's go," and she was speed dialing Sandy before they even got to the garage. As soon as Sandy answered, Holly said, "Put it on speaker and tell Chuck we need him there too."

"This sounds interesting, just a second." When she came back she said, "He's coming. He's in the Den talking business with a few people, but I told him it was urgent."

"I hope he doesn't get mad for being pulled out of his meeting."

"They're talking over booze so I doubt any lasting damage will be done."

"Hi, sugar," Chuck said, "What's going on?"

"A lot more than we have time to talk about right now, but Loren wants us to get married and as soon as possible."

Sandy squealed and then said, "Tell me everything."

"We're on our way to dinner now to talk about some of the details, but is there a chance we could get you two to stand up with us?"

"Of course, just name the date."

Then Chuck added, "Can we get married in the nude?"

Holly laughed and said, "Well we were hoping we could get married at the marina on your boat so you decide."

Chuck laughed and said, "I guess that would be a little tacky. Of course you can get married on the boat, but I better put Sandy on so you two can work it out." The two women talked fast until she and Loren reached the restaurant and then Holly promised to call her after dinner.

Both of them were excited and talked almost nonstop as Holly had her lobster and Loren had his shark.

Chapter Four

Whenever Loren asked Holly how the wedding plans and preparations were coming, she would always tell him they were coming along and she was hurrying to get everything ready. It was after her most recent reassurance that everything was going fine that he met Linda when she came over to talk business with Holly, and he liked her immediately. She was indeed full of energy, and though she was slightly full figured, Loren couldn't stop appreciating her flawless complexion and large clear gray blue eyes that nearly made him make a fool of himself.

Then Holly made her announcement. They could get married in ten days. Sandy had a preacher lined up and the paper work was ready to satisfy North Carolina law. Sandy sounded calm and happy as she assured Holly that she had nothing to worry about, and that all Holly and Loren had to do was get there the day before the ceremony. Now Loren was getting a little nervous, but his stress level was about to take another step up. It happened when Rita, with a smile told him, "A lady was here just a few minutes ago and asked if you would join her for lunch. She said her name was Virginia or Ginny, no last name. Would you know her?"

"You're kidding, this is a surprise."

"If you would like to join her, I'll call her and let her know."

"That would be fine."

"She said she'd pick you up right at twelve if that was agreeable to you."

"It is, and thanks Rita."

Right at twelve Rita told Loren that Virginia was there, so he smiled to himself and went out to meet her. It was appropriate kisses on the cheek and a benign how have you been, but as soon as they were out of the building Ginny asked him, "Okay, now how are you really?"

"I'm great thank you and I don't even need to ask how you're doing. I'm a little surprised that you're talking to me though."

She smiled and said, "I'm past my temper tantrum."

"How is Frank?"

"The same. Most days he knows who I am, but some days he thinks he's a kid again and he's looking for his best friend. Not a very nice life for somebody that not long ago had such a sharp mind."

"I couldn't agree more."

The short drive to his favorite restaurant didn't take them long and as soon as they had ordered iced tea, Ginny asked, "So how is Dixie?"

"Outstanding."

"My, that was an exuberant answer."

"We're getting married in ten days."

Ginny looked at him like she hadn't heard him correctly, but she recovered enough to say, "Well that knocked the wind out of me."

"You and I both know there was more between us than I was admitting to and yes even to myself."

"Of course I knew, but I didn't think I'd ever hear you use the marriage word. That must have been one hell of a vacation."

"Well if you'll remember, we were gone a whole two days before I was called home. I was going to lose Holly because she had a job offer that she had to consider. On top of that, once we were on the boat things happened so fast that I'm still in shock. But in the end, I had to accept the truth and give up on my determination to be forever single. I realized that wasn't even what I wanted and I also realized that I couldn't lose Holly."

"So it's Holly now and not Dixie."

"Most of the time. I like Holly better, but sometimes it feels good to call her Dixie."

"You are changing."

"I hope for the better."

"I haven't decided. Congratulations on your promotion by the way."

"Thank you. I'll be out of town for about two weeks, but when we get back, I'll be putting in some long hours."

She smiled and said, "Where have I heard that before. I guess you figured out that I didn't come up with fifty one percent."

"The board didn't comment on it, but I did figure it out."

"Some new player managed to get to some of the share holders and convinced them to withhold their proxies."

"Interesting, I wonder what their motive was."

"Cynic. Maybe they were just going with their personal beliefs."

"Right, I'll bet they don't even know me."

"Of course there's always the possibility that they know me and don't like me."

"I can't imagine that."

"Thank you love, but we both know enemies can be made without even knowing it, especially in the world of business." They placed their orders and ignoring her iced tea, Ginny asked him, "So about this time on the boat. You implied, or maybe you said so, but I take it Dixie managed to accept being naked on the boat."

"It wasn't easy for her that's for sure, but yes, she did and though at first she was almost crying, she went through with it. Now she can't wait to experience that again."

"So she got to see your goodies and also your friend's package."

"Oh yes."

She smiled again and said, "And you were hard as a hammer."

"Chuck and I were both hard as hammers in fact."

"I'm envious."

Rather than acknowledge her comment, he said, "Our friends have a new boat, a forty five footer with a whole lot of bells and whistles."

"Now that must be a tough life. So you left the marina, stripped naked and stayed that way."

"Well, there are areas where it's too risky to do that, but Chuck knows his way around so it wasn't long before we were bare assed."

"And Chuck's wife?"

"A very attractive woman that I love very much and have for years. And when she's naked she's even better looking," and they both smiled.

"Let me see if I can remember the things you told me before. Oh, that's right, Chuck's sister."

"Right, Gwen. She appeared just a while before I got the call to come home. A friend brought her out in a speedboat and she joined us. She was naked before she even left the speed boat by the way."

"What a life you were leading. Oh...what about Dixie, how did she handle Gwen being there, knowing that you two had warmed the sheets together."

"Like a woman that loves and trusts me," he lied. 

"What else is new in your life?"

"Not much. Dixie hired a new housekeeper and she's working out great, but that's about it and that's a good thing, because I'll do best without a lot of distractions and complications when I get back. And what about you? What are you doing now?"

"Still trying to decide what I want out of life now. It's going to take some time for me to sort everything out, but with luck I have time to do that."

"I'm sure you do and I'm also sure that you will come out just fine. You're a survivor Ginny."

"That's true I am a survivor." Loren was tired of treading lightly with Ginny, so he made it a point to eat his lunch and then said he had to get back to the office for a meeting. Before they got in the car she gently kissed him and said, "And to think what you and I could have shared, had life just progressed in a slightly different way."

"I've always had a feeling that we have little say in how our lives play out."

"So we have no control over our lives?"

"Not exactly, but there isn't enough time to get into abstruse subjects like that."

She drove them back to the office where they talked in the parking lot and then Ginny smiled and after kisses on the cheek they went their separate ways. As he went inside, he had to wonder if she was really interested in how he was doing or if she was on some kind of fishing expedition. One thing he did know was he would never tell Ginny anything that he didn't want the world to know. He just couldn't trust her anymore. She had money and she still had connections, so given the opportunity she could, if she chose to, make life complicated for him if he gave her the chance. 

As predicted, each day Loren was in the office well before eight in the morning and wouldn't see home again until almost seven o'clock. He'd be tired, but knowing that Holly would be waiting for him was all he needed to ease the stresses of the day.

Chapter Five

On the flight east, Loren and Holly talked almost constantly. First about her budding business and the plans she had and the preparations she and Linda were making. They talked about Loren's new position and how he saw that evolving and then went back to Holly and the subject of a third person came up to help them with research and to function as a secretary. That was when Loren said, "You're going to need a commercial location. A small group of offices, because your bedroom come office arrangement isn't adequate now and you're still in your infancy."

"I just didn't want to spend the money."

"My thought on that is go after your dream like it's a sure thing. You know what you want to accomplish and you know how to make that happen. You're doing your market research and you and Linda are busting your butts building your database. You two have already outgrown your office in case you haven't noticed."

"I know we have. Okay, I'll contact Linda and have her keep her eyes open for a nice but small office suite."

They even talked about Ginny and then on to Gwen and at that point Holly said, "You've never actually said, but I assume that you and Gwen made love a few times.'

"We're on our way to be married and you want to talk about that?"

"Why not? It happened right?"

"Of course it happened, but I'm not very comfortable talking about that."

She smiled said, "No secrets between us remember? Only gifts and surprises can be kept secret. Good things. You and Gwen screwed on Chuck and Sandy's old boat and that isn't something that should be kept secret. So was she good in bed?"

He was smiling back at her, but he asked her, "Just how far are you planning to take this?"

"How much do you have to tell me? You making love to Gwen isn't a bad thing. Neither of you were committed to each other and it was easy for me to see that you two were...are compatible."

"We were compatible. Okay, she's very good in bed. You've seen how she is, energetic and eyes that never stop flirting."

"Oh I noticed that and more. She's okay looking, but her body is impressive. I even think that she has a nice personality. I like her...assuming she behaves herself from now on."

"She'll behave."

Holly kissed his hand and holding her smile asked him, "And you?"

"You know I'll behave. That doesn't mean I wouldn't stare at her on occasion or maybe flirt with her, but that's all and I mean it."

She leaned closer to him and whispered, "Flirting and staring are allowed, but screwing is a no-no."

They settled down and even took short naps until their plane was on final approach, and as the plane touched down Holly started to get restless. "Honey I love you."

"I love you too and more every day."

"Can you believe it, tomorrow we'll be married."

"It's hard to believe that time has passed so fast. It seems like I just put your ring on your finger."

"I know and I can't wait to see Sandy and Chuck."

By the time they were entering the Albemarle Plantation Marina in a Winslow's Taxi, Loren was almost as restless as Holly was. With the bags out of the trunk, Loren gave the driver a twenty dollar tip, smiled and turned just in time to see Sandy running toward them with Chuck stepping briskly behind her. Sandy and Holly came together so hard Loren fully expected both of them to fall down, but their arms went around each other and both of them talked at the same time. When Chuck reached Loren he ignored the outstretched hand and put his arms around him and slapping his back said, "It's about damn time you did the right thing. I was afraid you were going to lose the best thing that ever happened to you." Then they shook hands and started to talk, but in a slower and more controlled way than the two women.

Sandy moved over to Loren then and with their arms around each other, they kissed, smiled at each other and kissed again. "Sandy honey, I owe you so much for waking me up."

"And I'm famous for collecting on my debts so don't think I'll forget. I'm so happy for both of you."

"Before things get wild, I want to thank you for everything, and I mean from the day you met Dixie to the wedding and so much more."

"You're welcome, and thanks to you I have a new best friend."

"I guess that means we're good for each other."

"Oh honey, I've always known that."

The women led the way to the restaurant and their bags were left along the wall while they had a late dinner and talked over a couple of drinks. Then it was on to the boat where they stowed their belongings and changed. For what remained of the evening they got comfortable on the aft deck and continued to talk, but it wasn't long before Loren and Chuck were talking business and Holly was telling Sandy about the new business she was starting.

Chuck led the way up to the flying bridge and the two men dropped into the seats. They looked out across the line of boats to their right and then Chuck asked Loren, "You ready for tomorrow?"

"I'm very ready, and I really owe you and Sandy for waking me up to the obvious."

"Sandy and I both think that Holly has been in love with you for a long time. Why else would she have stuck with you as a housekeeper? She had too much on the ball to resign herself to that life."

"The more I look back, the more I think you're right. Of course the same could be said for me. I wonder how many others could see the obvious that long ago?"

"I guess it doesn't matter really. You two are here now and tomorrow you will make it official." Loren told Chuck about Holly's budding business and he smiled and said, "See, that's what I'm talking about. She just graduated and she's already starting a business. Hell, I can see her business developing branches or franchises wherever there is a big city. It could be Tampa, Chicago or wherever. If she can make it work in Indianapolis then she's on her way."

"She's so quick to come up with things that she scares me sometimes." 

Chuck was silent for a minute and then smiling, said, "The last time you were here and we were down on the deck you...well it was after Gwen appeared and stirred things up a little. You were sitting between Holly and Sandy."

"Oh, right. About that, I got a little carried away and I'm sorry."

Chuck smiled and said, "I was watching Sandy and was wondering how far she was going to let you go, but then you retreated so I didn't know. When I asked her later how far she would go she just said she didn't know. You were having a hell of a time of it with your left hand doing much the same to Holly."

"And I really expected her to stop me."

"But she didn't unless I missed something."

"You didn't miss anything. Was Sandy upset with me at all?"

"If she was, she did a great job of hiding it because she was making it very easy for you." After talking a few more minutes, they rejoined the women, but it wasn't long until they called it a night and went to bed. 

Chapter Six

Holly was up before Loren, and went topside with her cup of coffee and found Sandy sitting there watching boats come and go as she sipped her coffee. 

"Good morning Sandy, you look relaxed."

"Morning, I am relaxed."

"What can I do later to help you get ready for the wedding?"

"Not a thing. My decorator will be here at two to do her thing and then Reverend Carlisle will be here at two thirty to talk to you and Loren, and the ceremony will be at three. Then my caterer will provide us with a tray of tasty snacks and of course champagne to toast the occasion."

"You certainly are organized."

"It's easy when the whole wedding consists of five people not counting the Reverend. Oh and the photographer will be here."




Dixie Ch. 02



"Decorator, photographer and caterer, I'm impressed."

Sandy just smiled and changed the subject. "Did you sleep well? I didn't hear any noise coming from your state room."

Holly looked over at Sandy and calmly told her, "I cut him off until after the wedding." Sandy almost spilled her coffee as she laughed.

Right at two o'clock Gwen appeared with a small bag and she produced some streamers and a roll of crepe paper and it took her no more than minutes to do a little decorating around the aft deck. 

Reverend Carlisle was on time and by three fifteen, after a brief ceremony that was as close to secular as the good Reverend would agree to, Loren and Holly were man and wife. Chuck took advantage of the situation by kissing Holly like he was her new husband and though a little surprised, Holly saw to it that she gave as well as she received. Of course Sandy and Loren did the same and when the separated, Sandy was even slightly flushed. Gwen waited for her turn with Loren and then they too shared a long and deep kiss followed by them talking very softly for a minute. Then Gwen disappeared and came back a minute later from the galley with the tray of hors d'oeuvres and a bottle of champagne.

Gwen took her job as photographer seriously, but then the five of them settled down and as Loren and Holly sat down, Gwen quickly sat on Loren's right saying, "Sandy gets to be with you two for a long time, so I'm staying close to you two while I can. Now tell me where you four are going."

Loren smiled and said, "That's up to the captain. Where he points the boat is where we go."

"You don't have any input?"

"This will all be new to us so it doesn't really matter. But it's your brother's job to keep the seas calm, the sun shining and bring us home in one piece."

"You don't even know if you're going north or south?"

"South I believe, but we don't know or care how far because we're going to have a fantastic cruise. Well I better add we hope we are gone at least a week."

Loren couldn't be happier right then. His left hand was on Holly's thigh and to his right was Gwen, and even though he loved Holly very much and he could still hear the Reverend's voice pronouncing them man and wife, he also remembered making love to Gwen. 

Sandy and Chuck were to the right of Gwen and around the curve of the long padded seating area, and after the five of them had talked for a while Chuck said, "Loren, you are a thorn between two roses."

He thought about what Chuck had just said and then smiled before he said, "But to love the roses, you must respect the thorns."

"I'll bet you've been waiting for years to use that saying."

Loren smiled at Sandy and said, "No comment other than, how can you not love our three roses?"

"Absolutely impossible not to love them."

A knowing look was exchanged between Gwen and Sandy and Chuck that Loren and Holly missed, and then Sandy stood up and went over to the newlyweds. "Okay, now this marriage can't be complete until you two have visited the marriage bed, and we don't want any excuses."

Holly smiled and said "Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that. Loren, I'm sure that you can...well rise to the occasion without too much problem. We'll just stay up here and make noise to help cover for you. Just don't make the boat rock too much." She held out her hand to Loren and he stood up and then Sandy did the same for Holly. Despite having been naked with the others, Holly felt very self conscious, but at the same time she wanted to be with Loren even if the others knew they would be making love in their stateroom below deck. She and Loren had been sharing a bed and making love for almost two months, so the nervous excitement of making love the first time was behind them. But despite that fact, their wedding meant everything to her and she was eager to be alone with him and making love.

As soon as they were in their stateroom, they fell into each other's arms and again proclaimed their undying love for each other before they undressed and pulled the bed linens down. In minutes they had gone from sipping the last of their champagne and talking to the others to being naked in bed with their hands exploring and their lips together. 

Of course Sandy had been right, Loren had no problem getting hard for his wife and they were soon in the throes of lovemaking. Loren was deep inside of his wife and had taken her to an orgasm before he paused to catch his breath. Neither of them were in a hurry to have their lovemaking over, so he was still buried in her and they were kissing when they heard Gwen say, "Now smile for the camera," and Loren quickly turned pulling his cock free from Holly in the process. Gwen saw his hard glistening cock and even noticed Holly's slightly flushed cheeks and erect nipples before she retreated and ran up the gangway to rejoin Sandy and Chuck with camera in hand.

"Honey, Gwen just watched us making love, damn her."

"She scared the hell out of me. Okay wait a minute, I think we were set up and all of them were in on it."

"But I don't want them looking at those photos."

"I doubt that is their intention."

"So why...oh, for us."

"I'm guessing, but that's what I'm going with."

"I'm going to be so embarrassed when we go back up."

He kissed her and with his cock recovering from she surprise he told her, "I propose that we get back to what we were doing and forget about what just happened."

"I hate to say this honey, but I'm out of the mood now. Would you like me to do something for you?"

"I think I'll save myself for later...like tonight."

"I'm sorry honey."

"It isn't your our fault so let's just put it aside and just put all of this in a memory file."

She looked down at his now rejuvenated cock and smiling, asked him, "Are you sure you want to go back up there now?"

"If I'm still hard when we go up I'll make sure Sandy and Gwen see it."

"And why would you do that?"

"To show them something they can't have." She liked that answer so she kissed him and got up to put on her shorts and blouse again, but this time she left her bra and panties on the bed.

"Maybe I'll find a way to tease Chuck later."

Chapter Seven

Holly left the stateroom ahead of Loren and went up the gangway, determined to say something to Gwen. As she stared at Gwen and walked across the deck toward her, despite her resolve, the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile. "Damn you Gwen, you spoiled our moment."

As Holly sat down next to her, Gwen said, "I was there remember? I didn't spoil your moment. Maybe Loren's, but not yours."

At that point, Holly's face went a bright pink as she asked, "How long were you in our room?"

"Well...long enough to know that your moment wasn't lost. I had to sneak in while you two were too involved to notice I was there."

Loren had caught the last of their conversation. "Okay, where's the camera?"

"Sandy has it."

He turned to look at a smiling Sandy and told her, "Okay, you're as guilty as Gwen is."

"No I'm not, I'm just keeping the camera safe."

"You are a co-conspirator." 

"I'm an objective participant who is protecting history in the making."

"Oh honey, that was such a weak argument."

"Okay, so I'm not very glib," and she smiled as she added, "But either way, I have the camera."

Then Loren turned toward Chuck and asked, "And what about you, aren't you going to come to my defense?"

"I'm an innocent bystander."

"As I look around at you three all I see is aiding and abetting."

Chuck almost laughed as he told Loren, "To aid and abet there must be participation in a crime or a cover up, and since I didn't participate or cover up I'm innocent." 

Loren sat down next to Sandy and he smiled at her as he told her, "Holly and I know we were set up, but we were just too slow to figure that out."

"I just don't know what you're talking about."

Gwen moved over next to Holly and told her, "Well I couldn't be happier for you two, but I'm going to go home. Have a memory making cruise and I expect to hear exciting details when you get back." She kissed Holly's cheek and then went over and sat close to Loren and said loud enough for Sandy and Holly to hear, "Stud, you were so sexy earlier." Then she kissed him and added, "I'm still working on a wedding gift for you two."

"Don't worry about that love."

"I'm trying to come up with something that will be as much fun in the giving as in the receiving, so it may take me some time."

After Gwen left, Holly went over to Chuck and putting her arms around him she said, "I don't know what to think about your sister. She's like nobody I've ever even met."

"She and I grew up together and even now, there are times when I don't know what to think about her."

"Okay, here's a question, but I don't want you to answer it if it will be awkward for you. Have you and Gwen always been so comfortable being naked around each other?"

He kissed her cheek and said, "No, she and I were your typical brother and sister. The first time we saw each other naked was when she was with her last husband. It was near the end of their marriage and it was either she didn't care what he thought or she wanted to shock him, and as I look back I think it was the shock factor she was after. Anyway, one day we were on their boat and she just looked at him defiantly and stripped naked and came over to me and smiled before she sat down next to Sandy."

Sandy added more saying, "I was speechless of course. Chuck and I would cruise off shore in the buff of course, but never in front of Ron or Gwen. Well then one time after their divorce the three of us were boating off of Kill Devil Hills when Gwen stripped naked in front of us again, so we joined her and that's how it's been ever since."

"I think that is so neat."

"Most people would think we are deranged or sexual deviants, but we don't care. Now if Chuck and Gwen had made love, that would not be good and would cause all kinds of issues as you can imagine."

"I wonder if she will ever marry again. I hope she finds the right guy and does get married because she's great and would bring so much into a marriage."

"For sure she would bring energy and surprises."

"And passion," Loren added. Then he realized what he had said, and added, "Sorry honey, I shouldn't have said that."

She smiled slightly and added, "You're forgiven." He also noticed the different tone in her voice and the fact that she was forgiving him and not just saying it's okay.

The excitement of the day had taken a toll on Loren and Holly so they were first to go to bed, with Chuck and Sandy following not too much later.

As was becoming their routine, Sandy was up first and Holly joined her not long after. They talked for almost an hour before the guys made it topside with their hair on end and wearing only shorts and coffee cups in had. They were all eager to begin their cruise, so after coffee and showers they dressed and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

Before they left the restaurant, Loren called Gordon to see if there was anything that he should know about, because once they left it would be hours if not days that Gordon couldn't reach him. Holly did the much the same, calling Linda and they talked for quite awhile, partly about business and a lot about the wedding and what it was going to be like cruising for the next who knew how many days.

On the walk back to the Skinny Dippin' Chuck claimed Holly by putting his arm around her waist and said, "Well Mrs. Banks are you ready to explore your way south?"

Her arm went around his waist and she smiled up at him as she told him, "I can't wait. How far down the coast do you think we'll go before we turn around?"

"That will depend on things like the weather and what we feel like doing. Cruising down the coast is wonderful, but it can get boring too, believe it or not. So if we feel boredom setting in we'll have to decide if we want to stop at some marina and rent a car or if we want to start working our way back north. We can do pretty much whatever we feel like doing."

She leaned into him and let her head rest against his side as she said, "You and Sandy are so wonderful for doing this for us."

"We're having as much fun as you two are love. In fact I think Sandy and I would be hurt if we couldn't do this for you two."

Chapter Eight

Chuck handled the boat with skill, but with the D.O.C. system it looked effortless as they eased away from their slip and headed for Roanoke Island and on south. Once they had left the U.S. 264 bridge behind them, it would be safe to travel naked if they chose.

As they left the marina, all four of them were on the flying bridge with the women in their tiny bikinis and the men in their baggy suits, and Chuck said, "Cruising at about twenty knots should put us at or near the Morehead City area, or about a hundred and forty miles south before dark. Portside Marina is there and we can get a slip for the night and then continue south tomorrow. Most of today's cruise I'll be able to put into the auto pilot and let her do all of the work."

It took them a little over two hours to pass under the highway bridge and put it behind them. Sandy was the first to get out of her bikini while they were still on the flying bridge, but it took Holly a couple of minutes to build her courage. Then she followed Sandy's lead and a minute later she saw Loren and Chuck's hard cocks spring into view and she openly studied both of them before she smiled at Chuck and then Loren. They had days now to enjoy the feeling of ocean breezes and hot southern sun on their bodies.

Loren disappeared and then returned with iced tea for the four of them, and conversation slowly tapered off to nothing for quite awhile as they absorbed the pleasures of the nearly perfect weather. Chuck pointed off to the starboard and said, "You may hear low flying planes and an explosion or two because that whole area is restricted. It's the Dare County bombing range."

"But we're safe out here right?" Holly asked.

"We're almost three miles from shore, so yes we're quite safe. They're trying to put ordinance within feet of their target, so there's no way they will miss by miles."

On they went and with more open water to their port and starboard, the women went down to the foredeck and lay in the sun for an hour. As they guys looked down on their naked wives Chuck said, "Damn it Loren, this could be a very nice, but very long cruise."

"You better show me the basics of the helm in case you and Sandy feel the need to disappear."

"Good idea," and Chuck began giving Loren his lessons of basic boat control if for some reason the auto pilot had to be shut off.

A little after one, Holly and Sandy made lunch and Chuck slowed the boat and went to the aft deck to eat. He leaned back as he sipped his beer and said, "We're in Pamlico Sound. Weather permitting, tomorrow we'll go a few miles off of the coast and spend the day in the open Atlantic."

Holly smiled and said, "I still can't believe we're really here and you and Sandy are doing this for us. I can't imagine ever having anything in my life that could ever match what we're doing right now."

"I have to agree Holly, life just doesn't get much better than this."

It was mid afternoon when Chuck and Loren went out to the foredeck, and Chuck told the women, "We'll be getting close to the ferry route pretty soon, so you might want to consider putting your suits on."

Holly sat up and he extended his hand to her and pulled her up to him and his eyes went to her breasts. With his left hand on the small of her back, he reached to her with his right hand and touched first one nipple and then the other as he softly told her, "You're close to burning those beautiful jewels honey." He calmly smiled and turned to Sandy just as Loren pulled her up and for the first time when naked, into his arms. "Wow you are hot," he whispered, "and the sun is heating you too." Holly wasn't even aware that Loren had just embraced naked Sandy because she was still standing there with a tingling feeling where Chuck's fingers had just touched her. She licked her dry lips and took a breath and looked at Sandy who wasn't doing a lot better than Holly was. The men retreated as Chuck said, "We'll be up on the bridge because I'm going to disable the auto pilot."

Holly moved closer to Sandy and said, "Chuck just touched my breasts...I mean my nipples."

"He did?"

"Yes, didn't you see him?"

"Um...no, because Loren pulled me into his arms for a minute. Holly his cock was pushing against me. I...I mean he and I were...our arms went around each other."

Holly took another breath and said, "That was such a surprise that I was stunned. Had I known he would do that I might have...no, it would have still surprised me a whole lot. Did Loren say anything?"

"Yes, but I don't remember...well I do remember something about I was hot and he wasn't talking about the sun." Both of them managed to smile then and they made their way up to the bridge.

By then the women had recovered from their surprise, and Holly told Chuck as she touched her breasts as he watched and said, "You're right, I almost did burn my twins, they're very sensitive," and she smiled at him as she put her bikini on.

At their leisurely pace it was still over two hours before the women changed into shorts and they tied off at the Morehead City Yacht Basin. Chuck told Holly and Loren, "It's very nice here, you can pick up a souvenir shirt, have dinner, or get your boat rebuilt, whatever you might want."

They had dinner at the restaurant, drinks were enjoyed and souvenirs were bought. As they walked back toward their boat, Holly ran ahead a few feet to catch up with Chuck and Sandy. She slipped her arm around his waist as she told him, "I have something to talk to you about."

He smiled and as his arm went around her waist he said, "I like having my arm around you so talk slowly love."

"It's about what you did earlier."

Sandy was walking along and listening as Loren caught up to her and she heard Chuck say, "And what would you like to talk to me about? Want to pilot the boat tomorrow?"

"I'd love to...no that's not what I wanted to talk about. You touched me."

He wasn't going to make it easy for her so he said, "Love, I have my arm around you now so that isn't news."

"You know what I mean, you touched my nipples."

He pulled her closer to him and said, "Yes I did and my fingers have memorized that event."

"You almost made my heart jump out of my chest."

"We can't have that happen so maybe I better touch just one of them the next time. Or are you telling me not to do that again?"

She leaned into him and looking up at him she told him, "No, that isn't what I'm telling you."

"You make my heart sing, do you know that?"

Sandy had dropped back to walk with Loren, and with their arms around each other's waist she said, "They look like the newly weds. I'm not sure that it's possible for Holly to do anything wrong in Chuck's eyes."

"They're a lot like you and me then. I don't think you could do anything wrong in my eyes either."

"Thank you love. Does it bother you knowing that Chuck touched Holly's breasts?"

"I hardly noticed them because I had you in my arms."

She was copying Holly as she leaned into Loren and tightened her hold on his waist as they walked on down the dock.

Chapter Nine

Once back at the boat, Loren and Holly spent some time checking their email, and then Holly called Linda and they talked for quite awhile. After that, the four of them relaxed under the canvas of the aft deck and with drinks in hand they talked away what remained of the evening.

Once again in the morning, Holly, with coffee in hand, went up the gangway to say good morning to Sandy, but it was Chuck that was sitting there. "He smiled and said, "Morning beautiful."




Dixie Chicks Rule



(FF)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. 

(c) 2003 Couture

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Sharon had officially had enough. She winced as Daisy changed the station on her radio without asking. Her Radio! And changed it to a country station of all things.



It was bad enough that the college had stuck her with a country hick for a roommate. It was novel at first, listening to the yaw's and aint's, but the novelty was starting to wear off. The little bumpkin wore a shirt tied at her waist, showing off her large breasts. She also had the matching cutoff shorts and boots. The girl's blonde hair was big. Strike that, it was huge. Worst of all, was her country bumpkin name. God, what was her parents thinking? Her name was Daisy May Ricks. She of course went by Daisy May.

At first, Sharon thought she could educate the girl on what regular people did - take her on as some sort of pet project. A My Fair Lady, only Daisy was sure as hell was no Audry Hepborn. Sharon couldn't even get the girl to speak proper English, much less learn the difference between her silverware. Sharon's lowered her expectations to a more modest level, like getting Daisy to leave off her middle name . . . 

But first things first, *the goddamn country music had to go!*

Sharon sprung out of her twin bed and changed the station.

Daisy May looked over her shoulder. "I know you didn't just turn the Dixie chicks off for whatever that shit is yer' listenin' to."

"I happened to be listening to Justin Timberlake. A REAL singer."

"I don't give a damn who it was. I'm changing it back." Daisy got up, reached around Sharon and changed the station.

Sharon turned it back. "It's my radio."

"Well I live here." Daisy said, and turned it back.

"Don't touch my radio." Sharon turned it back. "Anyway - your station is as stupid as your name."

"What's wrong with my name?" Daisy's eyes flashed in anger.

"It comes from the Duke's of Hazard, that's what."

"I'm named after a beautiful movie star goddamnit."

"You're so stupid sometimes Daisy," Sharon said. "That wasn't even her real name. It was Catherine something or other."

"I'm stupid huh?" Daisy said, poking Sharon in the chest. "Is that right?" The poke turned into a shove.

Sharon could see that things were quickly getting out of hand, and though the north had beaten the south, she didn't think she would have much of a chance in a physical confrontation with Daisy. She had seen enough of the buxom blonde's body to know that the girl was strong. The bumpkin probably worked on a farm or something. 

"Look, I'm sorry," Sharon said. Feeling magnanimous she turned the station back to the Dixie Chicks. "There . . . you happy?"

"What's wrong?" Seeing her advantage, Daisy pressed harder, pushing Sharon away from the radio. "Chicken?"

"I'm not going to fight you Daisy." Sharon said, backing away.

"Chicken." Daisy clucked like a chicken further humiliating her roommate.

Sharon slowly edged toward the exit. "Look," she said. "I said I'm not going to fight you."

"And I say you are." And with that Daisy grabbed the Sharon by the front of her T-Shirt and tugged her back in the room.

All and all, Sharon was rather disappointed. She had been in a number of fights with other girls and even a few boys. She had been beaten a few times and won her fair share. However, everyone, even her little sister had enough gumption to put up some sort fight, but Sharon wouldn't do it. And when the little bitch started screaming for help, Daisy did the only thing she could think of to shut the girl up.

She sat on her face.

'My God,' Sharon thought. 'Has this girl no upbringing?' She couldn't believe it. Not in a million years did she ever imagine that she would end up in college with a country bumpkin sitting on her face. How humiliating. She tried to buck the stronger girl off, but Daisy held on. Sharon's lungs burned for oxygen. She turned her head to the side to escape the smothering presence of Daisy's cutoffs and weakly yelled for help, but Daisy merely pressed her bare feet on either side of Sharon's head. She was fully immobilized beneath Daisy's denim clad ass.

Daisy felt the city girl's struggle grow weaker and weaker. 'This feels nice,' she thought as she wondered where she had felt that feeling- that rush before. Yes, it was at her Dad's ranch when she was breaking in a new horse. But this feeling was even better; there was a sense of power at having a real live human being beneath her that wasn't there with a horse. It was . . . turning her on.

'Gotta stop,' Daisy told herself. 'This is wrong.' And most importantly, she could get in big trouble over it. 'But not just yet.' She shifted her hips back and forth, riding the city girl's face. She couldn't help herself. And she didn't do it long. Only a few seconds, and the feeling was divine. She looked down at her roommate, the young girl's legs had splayed open and her t-shirt had ridden up, exposing her panties. An odd urge, but Daisy curiously wondered what lay beneath the panties.

'Stop!' Daisy shook her head to clear the dirty thoughts that seemed to fill it. She couldn't afford to do this. She was the first in her family to ever go to college. She couldn't - wouldn't be kicked out. Reluctantly, she raised her ass off of Sharon's face.

Sharon gasped for breath, as Daisy's denim covered ass was raised off her face. The bitch! The horrible bitch had tried to kill her. Had tried to smother her! Daisy hadn't gotten all the way off Sharon; her ass was still poised in the air. The narrow band off denim was almost swallowed by her pump ass. And the crotch! Sharon's eyes widened in disbelief. Half of Daisy's sex had been exposed during the struggle and must have surely been pressing against her face. Sharon could see the brown curly hairs of her pubes - could make out the tell-tell traces of moisture. 

'The country bitch was getting off on my face!' Sharon realized. "You are going to be SO expelled!" she yelled. "Fucking pervert!"

'Goddamnit,' Daisy thought, as she lowered her ass on Sharon's face again to shut her up. What was she going to do? These straight-laced city people were nothing like the people from her hometown. She couldn't get thrown out of college. What would she tell her parents? Why were people so complicated? Why couldn't they be more like . . . horses?

Sharon wasn't aware of it, but she should have kept her mouth shut. She had no clue what was going on in Daisy's mind, but it dawned on her that something had gone very wrong when she felt a tugging on her panties. Sharon couldn't breathe, much less scream. She was helpless as her roommate slowly yet methodically stripped off her panties and T-shirt.

After Daisy stripped her roommate, she grabbed a coil of rope off the wall that Sharon had believed was only for looks. However, just like the ponies and calves on Daisy's father's ranch, Sharon soon found out how competent her roommate was with a rope. 

"First of all, you're going to need a bit," Daisy said as she put a coil of rope through Sharon's mouth and tied it off at the back of her head. From there, she made an X with the rope across around each of the young brunette's breasts and tied the girl's wrists up towards her should blades behind her back. It was quite uncomfortable. 



"And finally a saddle," Daisy continued, still working with the rope, which she looped around Sharon's waist and for the final bit, pulled the end between her legs and tied it off in the back. The coarse rope parted the lips of Sharon's sex and the cheeks of her ass.

Sharon was finally getting her strength back now that the deranged country bumpkin had finally quit smothering her with her ass. She was in a fix, quite helpless, and the rope between her legs and tying her wrists behind her back was growing increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't sure when, but Daisy was going to eventually have to let her go, and when she did, expulsion would be the least of the bleach blonde's worries.

'God, I hope this works," Daisy thought to herself. This had gone further than she had imagined, and seeing her roommate so helpless and so thoroughly tied up was a turn on sure, but it was also quite frightening when she thought of the consequences. Well, no hope for it now, but to continue.

Daisy grabbed the end of the rope that was attached to Sharon's waist and pulled up. "Up Pony."

Sharon wagged her head, trying to pull the gag from her mouth. "Fuck you, I'm not a Pony," she shouted, but all that came out was a series of muffled grunts. She was helpless, and goddamn, the rope in her crotch was killing her.

Daisy reached in her drawer and pulled out her crop. She had trained many a hard-headed pony with it and she figured it would work for hard-headed roommates as well. "Up Pony," she said quietly, pulling on the rope and tapping Sharon's flank with the crop. The last tap was hard enough to leave a mark and as planned, to teach the pony that the crop could be painful if it needed to be.

Fuck - ouch! Sharon was smart enough to figure out that if Daisy wanted her up, she was going to get up whether she wanted to or not. She leaned her torso on the bed so she could get her legs underneath her. Then she stood, her green eyes flashing her hatred at her roommate. 

"Good Pony," Daisy said, ignoring the belligerent stare. "Now trot." She tugged the rope forward and lightly tapped Sharon's bottom to get the message across. It worked; Sharon grudgingly walked. 

"Good Pony," Daisy said in a syrupy sweet voice. She found that ponies were less afraid when you talked softly and sweetly to them. Loud noises tended to startle them and startled ponies were difficult to manage. Daisy started Sharon off at a very slow walk. After Sharon was walking comfortable, Sharon clicked her tongue prodded her on with the crop, until she sped to a brisk trot. "That a girl."

Sharon tried not to think about the humiliation she was enduring. Instead, she tried to picture herself going to see Daisy in jail. Laughing at the little bitch while she cried, describing her ordeals with the older women. A slight smile came to Sharon's lips, while she trotted, her breasts bouncing from one to the other. 

Sharon's concentration was broke as something new began to happen below. At first the rope in her crotch had been painful to bear. It wasn't so much painful, as it was overloading her with sensation. It reminded her of the feeling she had when she was younger and she tried to shinny up a pole. However, now the feeling was more subtle. With every step she could feel the lips of her sex slide back and forth on the coarse rope. And her clit, she could feel it engorging and contacting the rope more and more. 'Oh God, I'm going to cum soon!' she realized. 'Dear Lord, how humiliating!'

Daisy smiled to herself as she watched her roommate obey her commands. The belligerent stare was gone and replaced by a much more subdued look of anguish. The city girl-turned pony trotted for her clockwise and counterclockwise. Daisy even got her to her pick her up her knees while she walked, which was something she would have had to work for weeks to get a pony to do. It was when she was encouraging her to pick up her knees that Daisy noticed something out of the ordinary. At first she thought it was exhaustion or disobedience, but there was a looseness in Sharon's step and a trembling urgency in her body that wasn't there before. Could it be?

"Whoa Pony." Daisy stopped Sharon mid-stride, by tapping the crop against her trembling thigh. 

Sharon stopped obediently. Sweat ran in little rivers down her body. She caught the look in Daisy's eyes, the knowing smirk. Did she know? Sharon tried to look away, her gaze failing under Daisy's penetrating stare. 

Daisy caught her with the crop underneath her chin. "Head up Pony. Nice and proud." she said, bringing Sharon's chin up. Yet the look on the poor girl's face was anything but proud. Tears ran from her eyes and saliva dripped from her chin. "Such a beautiful pony," Sharon continued as she explored her pony's body with the crop.

'Please don't let her find out. Please don't let her find out,' Sharon repeated to herself again and again. She felt the end of the crop trace a way down her chin and then along each breast, before flicking each nipple, drawing a grunt with each flick. The crop moved down her belly and Sharon kept her thighs pressed tightly together. 'No, don't let her find out. Don't let her find out. No matter what.'

The crop slapped against the inside of Sharon's thigh. "Leg up." 

'No-no-no' Sharon repeated. 

"Pony," Daisy said more forcefully. "Leg up." The lick from the crop was harder. "I said, leg up."

'God no.' Sharon's hard nipples ached for attention. Liquid pleasure leaked from her sex, soaking her thighs. She had dreamt of something like this before. Only in her dreams, it was a handsome man. A rich and powerful stranger who was forceful, yet never hurt her as he made her do those forbidden things . . . dirty things. Now she was really being made to do other forbidden things. Yet, it wasn't a man making her do them, but a woman - a mere country hick. It was mortifying and she could do nothing to stop it. Sharon blushed and raised her knee up as commanded.

"Good Pony," Daisy cooed. She traced her crop on her roommate's tremulous thigh. Watched delightfully, as the girls hips began to respond to the touch. "Pony," she said, tapping the crop at the very top of Sharon's thigh. "Leg out."

Sharon's breath quickened. Her chest heaved. 'Can't-can't-can't. . .' she repeated, but the crop on her thigh felt so good. She wanted more. She wanted it to touch her intimately. She moved her leg out to the side. 'God, yes-yes-so good.' The crop moved to her sex and slid over her mound.

"I don't think I have a pony after all," Daisy said with a smug grin and causing Sharon's hopes to rise. "What I have is a *pony slut*." 

Sharon closed her eyes and hung her head in defeat. Her big plan to get Daisy thrown out of school or even put in jail had been torn asunder. No one could ever know about this. No, she wouldn't tell on her roommate. She would just go - back home if she needed to. No, she would never tell this to anyone. 

"Keep those eyes closed pony-slut." Daisy flicked the crop against Sharon's breasts, causing her leg to fall, and her eyes to dart open. "I mean it," Daisy warned. "Eyes closed and leg up and out."

While Sharon struggled to hold her precarious position, Daisy opened the bottom drawer of her dresser where she had packed her leathers. Her mother wanted her to leave them at home, but it just didn't feel right. They were hers, and just like her rope they were a part of her. She only reluctantly left her saddle. God, she wished she had that saddle right now. 

The leather chaps would do for now. Daisy stripped off her shorts and panties, followed by her shirt. She laced on her leathers and put her boots on. Finally she donned her well worn gloves. 

Sharon started when she felt Daisy press against her, spooning her from the rear. She tried to pull away, but Daisy merely grabbed the rope around her crotch, holding her fast.

"Ugh," Sharon grunted from around the makeshift bit. She could feel Daisy's pubes tickling her ass, feel the soft breasts pressing against her back, and feel the silky soft gloved fingers exploring her body. She despised her body for responding to this depraved hayseed here at school on scholarship.

"Shhh. . ." Daisy stroked her Pony's sex. Yes, the girl was responding to her and pressing back against her. "Good Pony-slut. Such a pretty pony. Such an obedient pony," Daisy cooed. "Do you wanna be my pretty pony?"

Sharon felt the leather glove gently stroking her cheek. She inhaled its dark musky scent of animals. She nodded her head.

"My obedient pony-slut?" Daisy slid both her hands down her roommate's taunt stomach and spread the girl's nether lips against the rope splitting her crotch, drawing a sharp intake of air from dark-haired girl.

Sharon hesitated. What did Daisy have in mind? What would she do to her? God, those gloves felt so good, even though she knew she should be trying to get away from the filthy things. They had touched dirty beasts after all. But, God, what they were doing to her. She nodded her head; yes, she would obey.

"Good pony-slut." Daisy helped her roommate lie down on the bed, and then joined the prone girl, straddling her hips. "I'm going to ride you now Pony."

Daisy rode slowly, back and forth; she slid her crotch up and down her helpless roommate. She bit her lip, staring hungrily at the prone brunette. "Feels so good pony," she breathed. Her hands traveled up and caressed the rope that was serving to gag her roommate and toyed with the knot.

"You gonna be a good pony? You ain't gonna say anything if I take this off, are you?"

Sharon's eyes widened as she shook her head.

"Shhh. . ." Daisy whispered as she undid the makeshift gag and stroked the girl's dark hair. "Such a good pony. Such a pretty pony. Such a pretty and obedient pony." She kept stroking her hair, even as the gag was removed. "I don't need a bit for a good nice pony like you, do I?"

Sharon shook her head no.

"Good girl. I don't even need a bridle. Not when I have your pretty pony hair." Daisy sat back up and continued to ride the girl once more. All the while, she twirled long dark locks of hair on either side of Sharon's head. 

Sharon pressed her thighs together as a thrill of pleasure shot through her sex. This wasn't like her fantasies, but she found herself succumbing to this girl - this country hick. Slowly and surely Daisy's blossoming and wet sex moved closer and still closer to her face. And while she might not have been a man, the chaps, the leather gloves, and the boots Daisy wore in contrast to the ropes that bound Sharon clearly showed who the master was.

Sharon's heart beat faster as Daisy's sex drew closer. Could she do it? Did she dare?

Daisy pulled on Sharon's hair, grabbing the improvised reins, and pulling the girl's head up and into her sex. The dark-haired girl closed her eyes . . .and kissed. Kissed a girl's sex for the first time.

"Good pony-slut - ah - that's a *very* good pony."

It wasn't so bad, Sharon thought. Even when Daisy grew more demanding, pulled her hair so hard it hurt, ordering her to lick here or suck there. The sense of surrender gave Sharon a rush and she actually loved sticking her tongue inside her roommate and tasting her sweet honey. But, it didn't last long, soon Daisy was pulling her hair again.

"Up-up-up pony. Come on, ah, work my clit. Oh that's a pony-slut. Ugh-oh-flutter it now. Flutter that sweet pony-slut tongue. God, that's so fucking good-so fucking hot. Keep going. Ahh-I'm riding you now. I'm riding my pony. My city girl pony." The sensations in Daisy's sex grew stronger. It was always a turn on to feel a strong animal between her legs, but this- this was a girl- her sophisticated city bred roommate in fact, in between her thighs and so obediently giving her pleasure. It was enough to make her cum. Make her cum like never before. "Oh God, here it comes, oh you sweet pony bitch, ugh - oh I love you, I love riding your fucking face my beautiful pony-slut." Daisy sat up rigid and cried out loudly as she came; riding back and forth, taking her pleasure from her roommate.

Sharon gasped for air when her roommate finally dismounted from her face. She looked up at Daisy imploringly. What a picture she was, face wet, legs spread wide, and sex gushing. 

"That was a wonderful ride you gave me pony," Daisy said with a smile.




Dixie Chicks Rule



Sharon looked down at her own needing sex. God, how she needed release. 'Am I going to have to beg for it?' she wondered.

Daisy reached down for Sharon.

'Eat me. Eat me,' Sharon thought, but instead she was being grabbed underneath her shoulders and lifted to her feet.

"Up you go pony-slut," Daisy said, picking up the crop again.

"B-but," Sharon stammered. "What about. . ."

"Quiet pony." Daisy said, slapping her roommate on her flank with the crop. She slapped her again, this time lifting the cheek of her bottom. "Gee up pony."

Sharon fumed. She didn't want to play this game anymore. She was aroused and it was her turn damn it. She wanted to cum.

Daisy slapped her harder on the rear. "Gee up pony-slut. Gee up girl."

Reluctantly Sharon began to move, but still the crop slapped her bottom. 

"Gee up pony. Faster pony. No, don't try to get away, circle me pony," Daisy said. As Sharon circled, Daisy encouraged with the crop to the back of her thighs. "Knees up pony s-ut." Then to the cheeks of her bottom. "Swing that ass for me, city-girl-pony."

Sharon gave a whine as she struggled to obey. Her feet hurt. Her thighs burned. The crop stung. The joints of her shoulders throbbed from her elbows being tied behind her back. Her breasts ached from the constant bouncing. Her crotch? Her crotch was afire from the constant stimulation by the rope. The sensation grew until it overwhelmed the rest. 

"That a girl. Prance for me pony slut, prance!" Daisy encouraged. 

"No please," Sharon begged. "I can't." Didn't Daisy realize what was happening to her?

Daisy smacked Sharon's ass with the crop, leaving a red mark. "Shut up and prance pony-slut."

"But - Oh God - I'm gonna - I'm gonna. . ." Sharon blubbered deliriously. "Can't - no-ugh-ugh. . ."

Daisy smacked the galloping girl's ass once again. "Prance you uppity city bitch - PRANCE!"

Sharon was a thing of beauty to behold. Her prancing body gleamed from a thick sheen of sweat. Her eyes were on fire and danced about the room. Her every movement was sweet poetry. Her whole body was wracked by a huge spasm when the orgasm hit. Daisy quickly caught her before she fell and guided her to the bed. 

Sharon's mind was overwhelmed by sweat sensation. She was simply overwhelmed by the pleasure of it all. She was oblivious when Daisy untied the rope around her crotch. Nor was she aware of Daisy pleading with her to be quiet, or of the pillow pushed in her face. Even when Daisy buried two fingers in Sharon's hungry sex and fucked her, still she pranced, her legs flopping around in the bed. 

Finally, when reality returned, her legs were still moving slightly. Daisy cooed in her ear, "That a girl. Cum for me pony slut. Cum all you want. You ain't so uppity now are you, pony-slut?"

"Oh God," Sharon groaned, her legs finally stilling. 

Daisy brushed her soaked fingers against Sharon's face. "Did the pony-slut enjoy herself?"

Sharon blushed. How had she let this happen? What would she do now? And more importantly, what would Daisy do? Despite her reservations, she reluctantly nodded her head. 

"It looked like my pony-slut enjoyed it a lot," Daisy giggled. "And I enjoyed riding my pony too. Oh yeah, I think I'm gonna ride my city-girl pony a whole bunch and I've got lots of tricks I'm wanna train my pony slut to do. Does the pony slut wanna to learn some neat pony tricks?"

'I'm a person, not some kind of trained animal, not a . . .pony . . .slut,' Sharon's mind screamed. But inside, down below, a thrill of pleasure ran through her. What was wrong with her? Why did she enjoy it so? The blush spread to her exposed breasts as she succumbed, nodding her head once.

Daisy reached down and toyed with Sharon's pubic hair. "And the pony slut ain't gonna give me anymore problems with the radio again is she?"

Daisy grinned a smug grin, as her pony shook her head in agreement, spreading her legs without being asked. Yes, Daisy knew that Sharon was going to make a good pony, maybe even then best pony. Maybe she could even take her pony slut home for Thanksgiving and show it to her sister and all her old friends. They were going to be so jealous they could spit when she stripped the fine clothes off her refined roommate and have the city girl prance for them like a good little pony slut. She might even let her sisters have a ride on the pony-slut if they were lucky. 

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Dixie in Paradise



You are on an island in the South Pacific. The owner of the small inn at which you’re staying tells you about an isolated waterfall on the interior of the island. It is about 5 miles walk from the inn. He provides you a detailed map and a compass. You leave early the next morning hoping to return that evening, but may spend the night in the forest if the mood is right, so you carry enough supplies for that.  

The weather is warm but not unbearable. The trek is difficult as it takes you to one of the highest points on the island. But it’s worth it when you reach the apex of the trail. The view of the ocean…the waves breaking on the shore…other islands far in the distance. Incredible. You rest and eat at this magnificent spot. The remainder of the trip is slightly down hill so it should be relatively easy. 

You reach the waterfall mid-afternoon. At the bottom of the falls is a large pool. You remove your hiking boots and socks; sit at the edge of the pool soaking your tired feet. What a place. Startled from your reverie, you hear footsteps and laughter in the direction opposite from which you have come. In a moment a group of young native boys arrive at the pool. They are equally startled by your presence, but only momentarily. 

After their initial reaction they smile and jump or dive in the pool. Even more disconcerting to you is that they are completely naked. Although all appear to be post puberty they are hairless except for that on their heads. They play a game that seems like tag. Chasing each other out of the pool to the top of the falls (about 15 feet) and diving in the pool. Occasionally catching one another and wrestling to the ground. 

Beginning to feel over dressed, you unbutton your blouse and remove your bra. Standing beside the pool you unzip and with one movement slide off the shorts and your panties. Gliding into the pool the water is cool on your flesh. You feel immediately refreshed. Diving underwater you are amazed at how clear the water is, and you note, not for the first time that the boys have rather large penises. Surfacing you leave the pool and sit soaking up the sun. Your nipples are erect and you notice for the first time arousal between your thighs. The boys continue to play, taking no particular notice of you. Once in awhile one will wave to you and smile, shouting something in the native tongue. They don’t seem to care whether you are nude or otherwise. A strangely erotic scene.

Not wanting to be openly sexual, you slide back into the pool. Under the water you slide your fingers between your thighs to play with your pussy. With the other hand you touch your nipples. You submerge for a few seconds with your eyes open to watch the boy’s cocks as they swim. You imagine how large they must be when fully erect. 

When you surface there is a man, clearly with the boys, perhaps related, standing by the pool. He calls to the boys and they scramble from the pool. He looks in your direction and smiles. His body is that of a highly trained strength athlete. He wears a small bathing suit like those worn by competitive swimmers. His penis stretches the suit to its limit. You can see the veins of his cock. The boys have run back up the path from which they came. The man remains. Looking at you. You have remained in water to your shoulders, but now you stand. The water reaches only mid thigh. He appraises you. Involuntarily your hand goes toward your pussy. 

“I will return just after dark will you be here?”

“Yes” you say. Before he strides away, he hands you a small container of liquid. 

“This will refresh you.” 

You smell then taste the liquid. Indeed it is refreshing; you drain the bottle. Any anxiety about your situation leaves your mind. A strong sexual energy and desire are building in you. You have an almost uncontrollable urge to masturbate. Sitting on the edge of the pool, you spread your legs wide, your fingers tantalizing your clit. But not wanting to dissipate the energy before the man’s return you resist bringing yourself to orgasm. You lie back and while continuing to touch yourself you fall asleep.

Awakened by the sound of footsteps on the trail you rise. It’s him and with him is another man, large too, but round and not muscular. 

“This man is my eunuch, Adar, he must prepare you for my touch. My people consider body hair to be unclean, so he must shave you before I make love to you” without waiting for your answer he leaves you alone with the eunuch, who motions for you to lie on a bed of leaves on a stone platform by the pool. 

You lie on your back looking at the incredible night sky. The stars are mesmerizing. Adar inspects your body in the moonlight. He prepares you for shaving, by applying oil to your upper thighs; he lifts each leg to oil the back. Adar retrieves another bottle from his bag of utensils. After pouring the liquid on his hands, he holds his palm and fingers against your pussy, and then moves them in a circular motion slowly massaging the fragrant oil into your pubic area. You find yourself moving your hips to his rhythm, wanting more direct stimulation. Hoping he will slide inside your labia. 

But he doesn’t, it’s apparently not part of his job. He finishes the oiling process and retrieves a blade that resembles a straight razor from his bag. You raise up on your elbows to watch him work. The hair on your pussy shines in the bright moonlight. As he begins, the strands fall away as if he brushes them away, there is no discomfort. You spread your legs wider so he can reach the inner thighs, then roll over on your stomach to give access to the backs of you legs. When the shaving is finished, he asks you to stand, and indicates you should enter the pool to rinse. You run your fingers over your smooth, naked pussy. You like the feel of it shaved, you slide into the pool, and submerge…return to the surface and glide to the other side. 

The moon reflects off the waterfall, making the drops of water resemble fire. Adar has disappeared into the forest. You anticipate the return of the stranger, to whom you will make love as to no other man before. Leaving the pool, you stand waiting. In the night air, your body dries, giving rise to goose bumps… your nipples stand at attention waiting for his inspection and touch. 

You don’t wait long. He stands before you naked. His massive penis revealed…you ask if there are any more rules you need to know…he shakes his head, and says you are free to seek pleasure in any manner the two of you deem desirable. He bends down to kiss you on the lips, softly, sweetly, his hands on your shoulders. Beyond sweet kisses you need his cock, your clit is swollen with basic, hot, overwhelming lust. You need him to feel the same raging heat, so you grasp his penis, tickling the head with your fingertips. It grows even larger, the veins stand out, you never dreamed you’d feel such a huge, hard thing with the knowledge it would soon be buried deep inside you. 

You kneel and use your tongue on the head of the beast sucking, ummm…moaning kissing it, worshipping its beauty…you fall back on the soft grass your hands at your pussy begging him to touch you..spreading your lips…your clit throbbing…he lowers himself to you…his tongue is between your labia…it enters you like a serpent then slides in and out then up…up until it finds your clit…finally…gently stroking at first…then sucking …you are losing control…your buttocks are tight your hips are off the ground wanting him to do it harder whatever it takes to make you cum…now for godsake now…do it harder…oh…oh…oh…oh my god his cock is in you…he slowly slides into you and out…he’s in no hurry… all the way to the hilt…you expected it to hurt, but you are so wet and aroused it slides in like your vagina was made for his cock…harder and faster he fucks you…you finger your clit to intensify your coming orgasm.

He stands…you still impaled on his cock with your legs wrapped round his waist he falls back into the water…still humping each other now submerged…now on the surface…his mouth is on yours…the kisses are no longer gentle but violent and hungry…when orgasm comes you are as if frozen in space…your eyes are on the heavens above…barely able to breath…he continues to pound his penis in and out until he too reaches violent spasms of release…you feel his hot cum inside you…you are satisfied……at least for the moment…Dixie is insatiable.



Dixie



"Mind if Ginny and I become lounge lizards after dinner?"

"Hell, I'll be asleep so I won't care. Just don't bring her back too drunk because the last time that happened she threw up on me."

"Frank, I did not, that was food poisoning."

He smiled and said, "I could smell her food poisoning halfway across the room." Loren smiled, but he wasn't getting in the middle of that one.

"Get some rest honey and I'll be up later."

"Take your time, night, Loren."

"Night, Frank."

She looked at him and said, "We better keep talking to keep our minds busy or we're going to do something we shouldn't."

"I know. Hungry?"

"Not right now. My panty pull down has taken the edge off of my appetite. Okay, so we're going to talk about your maid again."

"What? Why her?"

"Because I think there's more between you two than you want to admit to. Either to me or maybe even to yourself."

"That's your imagination. You've never even met her."

"Okay then when we get home I'm coming to visit so I can meet her and even visit with her. Then we'll talk again."

"Why are you so worked up over Dixie?"

"Well the busier you are the less likely we are to get into trouble for one thing. Also like I said, you're either not being honest or you're in denial."

"You better stop drinking your panty thing."

"Let me taste your bosom caresser."

"I'll trade that for caressing your bosom."

"Now stop that. Give me a taste." Then she smiled and added, "And you can pull my panties down," as she handed him her glass.

"You're worse than I am. Frank's right we bring out the college mentality in each other."

"Damn it Loren, this isn't going to work."

"What isn't?"

"We're sitting here, Frank is in our room crashing and you're room is empty."

"Want to race and see who can get up there first?" She smiled and taking his hand she stood up. The waiter ran over and presented the bill and Loren signed it, and they left the bar trying not to smile too much.

They made love, but it wasn't a record setting event. She didn't scream when she climaxed, and he didn't fill her with his offering until she overflowed. Their lovemaking was just that, they made love. Somewhat gentle and quite a bit slower. He probed her as deeply as he could, and she moaned her words of encouragement. They kissed and showered each other with flattery, and talked of their wishes to be able to be together again one day and share their bodies. His hands wandered and teased before and after love making, and she did the same and that lead to more lovemaking, but no more orgasms, not that it mattered all that much to them. They were exploring and memorizing each other's bodies, and they were trying to save up their kisses and caresses for the long absence ahead. As much as she didn't want to, she finally washed up and put herself together. She kissed him once more and went back to her room to lie next to sleeping Frank and think about Loren and his sweet hardness.

Chapter Seven

They weren't in the air more that twenty minutes before Frank was asleep with his right leg stretched out along the side of the seat in front of him. Ginny and Loren were leaned back and either glancing out of the window as the plane continued to climb or watched the other passengers as they settled in and got comfortable. His hand found hers and athey looked at each other and smiled slightly. "Okay, so when we get home I'm going to come over and meet Dixie right?"

"If that's what you want to do. Are you sure you're not going to try and steal her from me for your own selfish needs?"

She smiled and said softly, "Now, I wouldn't do that to you. I might steal you for my own selfish needs, but that's a different story."

"So tell me again why you want to meet Dixie."

"Because if there is something between you two, then you'll be too busy for us to get into trouble. Besides, I want to talk to her about being on that boat with her naked boss."

"Don't you dare tell her about that."

"Okay, but I want to talk to her woman to woman."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

She smiled and admitted, "You don't know."

He put his lips to her ears and said, "If you didn't affect me so damn much, I wouldn't even consider letting you meet Dixie." She wasn't smiling when she glanced at Frank and then whispered, "I'm going to miss you so much," and she quickly looked away from him.

After they landed, he walked out with Ginny and Frank and then headed for parking log G while they headed for the B lot.

He knew that since it was Saturday, Dixie wouldn't be at his house and that was just as well. He felt a little tired and just wanted to crash and read or even take a nap. He pulled straight into the garage and then dragging his bag behind him, he went in through the kitchen. Leaving the bag at the entrance to the dining room, he went to the refrigerator and reached for a beer, changed his mind and closed the door and got a glass of water. Sipping on that,he kicked off his shoes and wandered into the living room and stopped. Dixie was on the couch and sound asleep. He tasted his water and looked at her lying there and just watched her. He'd never really studied her, because she would have caught him at it and that would have been very embarrassing. She was on her side facing toward the center of the room with her knees bent slightly, and her arms were tucked in just enough to provide her with a makeshift pillow. He went over to the small window box and retrieved an afghan. and gently laid that over her up to below her breasts and then sat on the floor in front of her. He then folded his legs and crossed them at the ankles and then leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs. He moved his butt slightly to get comfortable and the just sat there and studied his maid and friend. 

Her hair was in slight disarray, so she must have changed her position at some point. but it still draped over her arm like a soft veil that he wanted to reach out and touch but didn't. Her breathing was slow, soft and silent. but he could see her chest rise and fall very slightly and he imagined he could feel her breath on him. He remembered what Ginny had said. and as he continued to watch her he tried to question himself about his true feelings for her. He really did like her and he held a great respect for her mind. Why she chose to be a maid. he didn't know. but that was her business. He just knew she was very smart and quick. and had a sharp sense of humor that often caught him off guard. She always dressed conservatively in slacks that were closer to loose on her than tight fitting and her tops, whatever kind she wore were never tight or revealing. She never dressed frumpy, but never stylishly when she was around him. She dressed to suit her job and not so much to please him or his misguided sense of fashion that she always had to help him with. Did he love her? He mentally shrugged his shoulders, because he wasn't even sure what love was. He liked her to the point that he knew he would defend her and protect her. He liked her to the point that he would put her before most of his relatives, if not all of them. he decided he must like her quite a bit if he had considered taking her with him to the east coast. Did he wish he could hold her in his arms? He'd never thought about that and the idea made him uncomfortable. Then he decided it would be a lot like holding Ginny in his arms. No,that was wrong it would be different. But could he? Would he if he could? No great revelations were forthcoming, but he continued to just watch her for another minute and then stretched out on the floor next to the couch and put his head on his arm to continue studying her...and fell asleep.

Chapter Eight

Time meant nothing to either of them until Dixie woke up with a start, blinked her eyes and turned onto her back. She felt the afghan still partially over her hips and legs and she thought about that in her half awake state. Did she get the afghan out? She didn't remember doing that and yet it was over her. She tried to focus on her watch, blinked her eyes a couple more times and tried again. Her eyes went wide at the discovery. It was after five o'clock and past time for him to be home. She wasn't even supposed to be there. She cursed her carelessness and sat up and put her feet on his thighs. She jerked her feet away, stared down at the form and screamed. He jumped to his feet and almost fell over, looked around as he blinked his eyes and tried to figure out just where the hell he was, what day it was and why he had been on the floor.

Then he saw her sitting there staring at him still about half wide eyed and he said, "Damn it woman, you scared the hell out of me."

"That's fair I almost fainted. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I live here remember?"

"I'm sorry, I meant...I don't know, I'm still a little foggy. I just...what the hell were you doing on the floor anyway?"

"Why are you here today, it's your day off."

"Because I wanted to air out the house and make sure everything was fresh and ready for you."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Of course I didn't have to do that, but I wanted to. Now it's your turn to answer my question. Why were you on the floor next to me and...and sleeping no less."

"I was...that is when I came home and saw you, I...maybe we better have coffee and give ourselves time to wake up and sort this all out."

"I'm really curious why you were on the floor. You could have awakened me and sent me packing so you could have the couch."

"Hell, I could have just gone to bed too."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, of course not, why did you ask that?"

"Because you're talking louder than usual."

"I am?" Then in a softer tone said, "I mean I am?"

"You were."

"Sorry, I guess I was still a little cranked up from your scream."

"I almost had to go home and change. I've never been startled that much before."

"Well, if nothing else, you have the volume to scare off a prowler. My ears are still ringing."

"I'll go put the coffee on." He picked up the afghan and started to fold it and she said, "I'll take care of that."

"I got it out so I'll put it back while you make coffee."

"Did you put that on me?"

"Yes, why?"

"I couldn't figure out where it came from."

"From me."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," and she headed to the kitchen. He put the afghan back in the window box and then followed her to the kitchen and sat at the table and watched her again. 

It took her a few minutes, but she caught him staring at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What...oh nothing, I guess I was daydreaming."

"You sure were staring at me."

"I'm sorry."

"I thought my slacks might be torn or something."

He smiled and said, "Had that been the case I would have come up with some very witty and embarrassing comment to make."

"I'm just sure you would have too."

He worked at not staring at her as they waited for the Bunn to finish its job, and then she handed him a cup of coffee, got hers and sat across from him like it was a normal workday morning. "Dixie, have you ever been to the east coast?"

"Not since I was too young to remember it."

"Have you ever been on a boat?"

"Do you mean like a rowboat fishing for bluegill or like a cruise ship?"

"Something big enough to sleep on, or rather live on for a period of time."

"You must be joking. You know what I make and you ask a question like that?"

"I don't mean to own it, but perhaps be on one on a vacation or something."

"Not hardly. I love the water, but that's not something in my fantasies let alone my long range plan. Are these questions taking us somewhere?"

"Oh...no, I guess I was dreaming and...never mind."

"Okay now, you were going to tell me why you were sleeping next to me...I mean on the floor near me...whatever, why were you down there?"

"That's a little difficult to answer."

"Are you hung over by any chance?"

"Not at all."

"Then what's so difficult about that? If you don't want to answer that's your prerogative I guess, but I can't help but be very curious."

"Dixie, how long have we known each other?"

"I don't know let me think...I think it was two thousand three...so that makes it...oh I guess about four or five years, why?"

He had to think of a way to give a plausible explanation of his actions without admitting the true reason, or at least the potential emotions behind his reasons. "Well, when I came in and found you sound asleep, I stopped and looked at you. It dawned on me that in those years I've never really looked at you."

"Excuse me?"

"I mean really looked at you. Studied your features, how your hair lays or whatever. Anyway I was watching you sleep. Your slow steady breathing and your position...hell, I can't explain it okay? I just sat there and watched you after I covered you up and then I was tired so that's how I ended up on the floor...next to you...asleep."

It was her turn to study him and she took her time with it. "I'm looking at you and I see the same guy across from me, but you're acting weird...no, that's not nice of me to say that...you're acting differently."

"I'm sorry."

"Maybe we better just drop it and you can tell me about your seminar." They both took a drink of their coffee and set down their cups at the same time like it was choreographed and then he said, "It was okay. Not great but okay. I guess Frank closed a couple of very sweet deals while we were there and I spent a lot of time with Ginny...oh, by the way, she asked about you."

"Why, she hardly knows me."

"Okay, because I mentioned you and how important you are to me. How good you are at your job and how nice it is to have you here and how smart you are and...we just talked you know how it is."

"You talked to your boss's wife about your maid. Is she looking for a new one or how did all of this come about?"

"I don't remember, and no she's not looking for anybody. Wait, where's your car, I didn't see it when I got home."

"It's out there...oh, I got a different one. A smaller one that will start whenever I think it should and not whenever it decides it wants to." 

"Oh...that explains why I didn't see it then."

"Wow, you're about half here you know that? You keep changing the subject, are you having trouble focusing. Should you see a doctor?"

"That's about how I feel too, and no, I don't need a doctor." 

"Well, I'll take care of your suitcase and then I'll go home and I'll see you Monday morning."

"I can take care of my suitcase."

"Are you trying to work me out of my job? You fold the afghan and now you want to take care of your unpacking and your dirty clothes."

"Okay, take care of my suitcase and thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I know what this is all about, you're thinking about giving me a raise."

He smiled and said, "I'll get back to you on that."

"Let's see this is two thousand..."

"Okay, okay I'll get back to you within...sixty days."

"Gee, you don't have to rush."

"You used to be so proper and show me so much respect. What happened?

That stopped her for a second. He was just trying to be funny but he was right, she had never talked to him like that. 

"Loren, I'm sorry."

He didn't expect her to suddenly turn serious and it about half shocked him. For the first time he put his hand on hers and said, "Dixie, it's okay I was just kidding."

"But you're right, I got carried away."

"I'm not right. You've done nothing wrong at all, I've enjoyed sparring with you. I told you earlier I think your mind is so sharp."

"I was getting sharp tongued too though."

"If you don't stop with that I'm not going to consider your raise."

"I better take care of your bag," and she got up. 

The phone rang so she automatically picked it up and said, "Banks residence." She listened a second and handing it to him she smiled and said, "It's Virginia." 

He answered the phone and listened and then quickly said, "Dixie, can you stick around a little while? If not I understand, but..."

"For how long?"

"Maybe an hour?"

"Oh sure," and she headed for the laundry room with his bag in tow.

"She'll be here." He listened a minute, said goodbye and hung up. Now he was wishing he'd never mentioned Dixie and the boat. This was going to be awkward for him as well as for Dixie

Chapter Nine

Ginny was there in less than half an hour, acting as though she and Loren had never had their brief affair and Dixie served them coffee. Loren and Ginny talked for several minutes and then when Dixie returned to refill their cups Ginny said, "Dixie, why don't you get yourself a cup and join us."

Dixie looked at Loren and he just smiled at her and said, "Yes, why don't you?" This was unheard of. To have the maid join in the conversation of her boss and his guest was odder than the conversation they'd had earlier. She just smiled and soon returned, poured her coffee and sat on the couch with Ginny. The three of them talked and Ginny asked Dixie just enough questions to show interest without seeming to be nosy. He had to remember to tell Ginny that he was impressed by how she was very smooth and seemed to put his maid and friend at ease. When Dixie started to refill the cups, Loren excused himself for a minute and disappeared as though he was going to the bathroom. He couldn't hear what they were saying to each other so he had no idea how long to give Ginny to work her magic...or get him into a whole lot of trouble. He finally chanced a look from his hiding place and saw that Ginny seemed to be getting restless so he went in apologizing for being gone so long.

Ginny stayed enough longer to make everything seem unplanned or staged, and then she kissed Dixie's cheek and then Loren's and left. Dixie sat back down and poured more coffee for Loren and her. 

"If that wasn't about the strangest experience."

"I know, and I'm sorry I was gone so long."

"No, it wasn't that...well, that was a little awkward too, but...we talked like old friends. She really is quite nice."

"I couldn't agree more. So you two had a nice talk then."

"Yes we did...well except for one thing."

"What's that," he asked innocently.

She told me a secret."

"Really? That is odd, but it's nice that she confided in you."

"It was about you."

Loren had a moment of fear at that point. Did they talk about the boat or did they talk about their little affair? "Dare I ask what about, or will it continue to be a secret?"

"Well since you told her, I guess you already know."

"Could you be a little more forthcoming?"

"She said...I mean you told her that you were considering asking me to go with you to the east coast and on that boat you so casually brought up earlier, but you're afraid to ask me."

"Oh...that secret."

"She told me that you haven't asked me because you're afraid of how that might impact our...relationship."

"She sure talks a lot. And fast too." He was doing his best to appear to be surprised by the turn of events.

"She told me more too."

"I'm afraid to ask."

"Loren, I don't even know how to go about this because if she's mistaken, I'm going to be very embarrassed. Hell...sorry, I'm getting embarrassed already."

"Oh boy, I think I know where this is going, but proceed and damn the consequences. What else did she tell you?"

Dixie was having trouble with eye contact right then and looked at her hands, out through the window to the yard and then back to her hands again. "She told me that when you're on the boat, you...nobody...I mean sometimes everybody...nobody bothers to get dressed." She took a deep breath and glanced at him as he studied her. There was no going back now for either of them.

"That's true. Well, the women wear bikinis a lot, but they're so small that they don't cover much at all, but there are times when we don't bother with anything."




Dixie



"Oh."

"We swim nude and sometimes have cocktails in the nude too."

"You said the women, how many are there?"

"It varies, but never a lot of people. There would be Charles, or rather Chuck and Sandy, they're my best friends. On occasion, Gwen, his sister, is there..."

"Brother and sister, and they're naked together?"

"I thought you might question that one. That's right. Gwen and I have become very good friends too."

"I'll just bet you have. Sorry, I'm doing it again."

He smiled and said, "Dixie, relax, you're doing nothing wrong. I know the whole thing is weird and so do they, but nobody gets hurt and we all get along great and have a great time."

"Who else?"

"It depends on who he invites if anybody. Except for rare exceptions, it's just the four of us."

"So you're not inviting me because it would be awkward for me to see your friends...and you naked and me in a tiny bikini." He showed her his most charming smile and just stared at her trying to decide what to say. 

"You're sitting there picturing me naked aren't you?"

He hadn't been, but his smile continued and he said, "Yes I am." She dropped back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. She didn't know what to do or say, but she did know she couldn't look at him right then. "You look fantastic too."

She moaned and said, "Oh my God," but she still didn't look at him. 

Then without thinking it through she said, "You don't know, but what I could have inverted nipples or scars or big ugly tattoos or something."

"I do know you don't have inverted nipples."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"From watching you sleep. Your top was stretched across your chest."

She looked down and licked her lips and said, "A few hours ago...just a few hours ago you were still on your way home and I was calmly taking care of you...I mean of your house. You hadn't stared at me and scared the life out of me. We hadn't had that almost unbelievable conversation in the kitchen and you hadn't even thought of me being naked."

"How do you know what I think of when I see you?"

"Damn it Loren, I'm having enough trouble with this as it is."

"Okay I'm sorry. You're right I never have."

Then she knocked him back by asking, "Why not?"

"What? Just a second ago you were..."

"I mean you're thinking of me being naked now, but why not before? What has changed or what has triggered your...your, whatever you call it, thoughts maybe." He moved over and sat next to her and she tried to scoot away from him a little bit.

He put his arm around her waist and firmly pulled her back against him and said, "I don't bite, and I promise not to rip your clothes off." She licked her lips again and he said, "I've never noticed that before."

"Noticed what?"

"That whenever you get nervous you lick your lips."

"I do not."

"Want to put a wager on that?" She didn't answer him. He turned to face her a little more and said, "Okay, here it is. I don't know if or when Chuck and Sandy could have us out there, but I'm officially asking you to go with me if the opportunity presents itself."

"Why?"

"Holy shit, why am I inviting you?"

"Yes."

"Why not, how many times do I have to tell you that I like you? I have a lot of respect for you because when you first came here you were introverted, and you weren't inclined to even have a conversation with me. But now, you are a very attractive woman that's not the least introverted, and you have...blossomed, is the only way I can think to describe you. I like talking to you and...well, being with you. I think we would be very compatible and have a great time going out there."

She showed the first hint of a smile as she told him, "It isn't the trip out there that's the issue."

"Are you saying you're considering it?"

"I'll admit to considering it." He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her to him and into his lips. She stiffened and then relaxed and then opened her mouth slightly to receive him. Her hand went his arm and they leaned against the back of the couch, as the kiss continued just a little longer. They moved just enough so they could look at each other and she asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Because your next argument was going to be, we've never even kissed so how could we ever be naked together. Now we've kissed, so that is no longer an issue."

"Okay, so now we've kissed let's get naked right?"

He smiled and said, "Works for me."

She couldn't hide her smile as she said, "Well, not for me. You seem so cavalier about all of this, but to me, being naked in front of you and a couple that I don't even know would be a life altering experience."

He got serious then and said, "I know it is, and I'm not being cavalier. That's why I was at a loss about inviting you. I want to share the experience with you, but I'm afraid I could lose you as my housekeeper and very good friend."

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

"For quite awhile actually."

Her eyes locked onto his and she asked him, "Loren, is there anything that you're not telling me?"

"I don't think so."

She stood up so he stood up next to her and as she turned to collect the coffee cups, he said, "Oh, there is one other small detail."

"What's that," she asked as she set the carafe on the serving tray.

"We have to sleep together on the boat."

She spun around and said, "We have to sleep together? You almost forgot to tell me that part? Then you casually mention that we have to sleep together?"

"Well the boat can sleep just so many. It isn't a huge boat."

"Loren, we can't just sleep together. My God, we just kissed for the first time, and just one time."

"Are you saying that if we kiss more it will be okay?"

"Of course I'm not saying that." 

"It wouldn't be a big deal. I mean sleeping together. We'd be mostly naked or totally naked anyway."

"But not in bed together at the same time. I can't believe you. We're losing track of something here. I'm your housekeeper, not your lover, or whatever, your housekeeper."

"You're my best friend."

"A minute ago I was your very good friend, but now I've graduated to your best friend. Is that because you might see me naked?"

"It's because you're my best friend."

"Loren, I'm not in the habit of getting naked in front of other people, especially people I don't know."

"But you know me quite well. You even handle my underwear."

"This isn't funny and knowing you so well and seeing you everyday, might make it even worse to have you see me in the buff, or me see you naked. We have to come home and see each other everyday again. I have to go back to being your housekeeper. Loren, I want to go so badly. To be with you on that boat and see things. I haven't even been out of town in over two years, but I can't imagine me just peeling off my clothes in front of you, and...Chuck, whoever he is. I just don't do things like that."

Loren could almost taste his disappointment. "Please think it over."

"I will and I can't tell you how flattered I am that you would even consider taking me with you. It puts me into quite a predicament in fact. I even try to picture myself naked in front of you."

"So do I in fact."

She smiled again and said, "Okay I'm going home. My head is spinning and I can't focus or think straight."

"Just think about it please?"

"You know I will." She paused at the backdoor and then turned and told him, "Thank you for the kiss."

"Thank you too and anytime."

Chapter Ten

It was past nine o'clock when Ginny called Loren. "Well how did it go?"

"Not as I would have hoped."

"You in trouble with her?"

"No. I even thought she might say yes for awhile, but then she all but said no. She's going to think about it."

"If she didn't say no, then she really is thinking about it. What do you think the biggest hang up is?"

"Being naked, of course."

"Her or you?"

"Yes."

"So okay take her with you, but don't get naked."

"I can guarantee that Chuck and Sandy would be naked, and to be honest I like to be too. I like swimming nude and sunning and just hanging out in the nude."

"Cute choice of words, I'd like to see you hang out naked too."

"Do you think Frank would agree to that?"'

She laughed and said, "Not hardly, but it's a nice thought. I'll bet your friends would be surprised if we made love in front of them."

"Then again, probably not because they are very liberal."

"I like them and I don't even know them."

"You know Ginny, maybe you're right, or at least partly so. I could tell her she could just wear a tiny bikini, but I would be naked. Maybe that compromise would change her mind."

"It might."

"I knew you were more than just fantastic in bed."

"Now you have me thinking about us again. Well, good luck lover."

"Thanks, I'll probably need it."

Monday morning, Dixie made no reference to the boat, or their conversation, or the kiss, as she fixed their breakfast, and Loren didn't bring it up either until over one last cup of coffee he said, "I have a proposition for you."

She sat down and said, "Okay, and what might that be?"

"You'd wear a micro bikini or at least a tiny bikini, and I'd still be naked sometimes." She looked at him without commenting so he added, "Well, it's something else for you to think about." 

"And I promise I'll think about it." Then as he got ready to leave she told him, "Have a good day." 

He came back to her and kissed her cheek and said, "Thanks."

"What was that for?"

"I felt like Ward Cleaver going to work while June stays home."

She just smiled and said, "Go to work." 

Loren had the typical hectic Monday but he managed to get away well before six and headed home. He rode along with his tie pulled loose and the top two buttons on his white shirt undone and his jacket tossed into the backseat. He knew that once home, he'd have a cold beer and dinner would be waiting for him either in the fridge or on the stove compliments of Dixie. He went straight to his bedroom where he stripped down and put on a pair of shorts and an old faded tee shirt that said, you got crabs at Gleason's Crab Shack, and padded back to the kitchen in his bare feet. With his cold beer in hand he stood at the kitchen table and thumbed through the mail and paused at a long envelope when he more felt than heard something behind him. He turned around and broke into a smile. "What are you still doing here?"

"That's a very unflattering greeting."

"I'm sorry Dixie, you're right." He stepped closer to her and said, "Let me try again. You look hot, does that mean what I hope it means?"

"That's a little better, but I had to coax it out of you. No, it doesn't mean I've decided, but I had to know that I could even stand in front of you in a regular bikini."

"Obviously you can, and I thank you. It's a conservative one, but I'm still very impressed."

"Thank you, I had to start with something simple like this."

"So I get to see you in something less conservative?"

"You are too impatient."

"There are those at the office that would agree with you totally." 

Stepping over to her he put his arm around her. She left her arms at her side and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Getting you used to the idea of being in a bikini."

"Are you telling me we're going to be in each other's arms all the time?"

"No, that's not what I mean." She was trying not to smile as she stared at him and put her hands on his arms again. I thought that...how can I explain my reasoning?"

"I'm anxious to find out."

"If you're comfortable in that bikini, and then get comfortable in that bikini with my arms around you, it should make it easier to change into a less conservative one."

"I'm not following your logic I'm afraid."

He moved his hands up and down her low back in a slow caressing fashion and said, "So my warm arms and hands around you don't have any effect on how you feel standing there in a bikini?"

If it was having an effect on her, she wasn't showing it. "It feels very nice, but I don't get the connection to another bikini."

"Oh well, I thought I was onto something. Oh wait, I know what will help you be more comfortable. From what you said, I assume you do have another bikini here right?"

"Yes, I bought it at Penney's today."

"Go put that on and I'll meet you back here in a few minutes."

"This I have to see," and she headed to the bathroom to change. 

He stayed in his room until he heard her exit the bathroom, and then waited a few seconds before going out. She was standing in the kitchen again right where they were minutes before. When she saw him appear she stared at him and started to laugh and couldn't stop. He just stood there smiling at her and she wiped tears from her eyes and then laughed again. She managed to spit out, "What are you wearing?"

"A bathing suit."

She lost it again and then asked, "What's under your suit," and she wiped her eyes again. 

"This is my layered look."

"Are you wearing those ugly long legged skivvies under your suit?"

"Well yeah."

"Oh damn, I wish I had a camera right now, I'd blackmail you into giving me a raise. Loren, you sweetheart, you look so absurd and funny my sides hurt."

"Oh sure, make fun of me," and she laughed yet again. He suspected she was very nervous standing there in her now much less conservative bikini, and once she started to laugh, she lost control. He just hoped she had laughed herself through what had to be a very uncomfortable moment for her. She was still smiling and her eyes were still wet when he put his arms around her again and pulled her closer to him. "You look awesome. Very sexy and awesome, and thank you for doing this for me," and she licked her lips a couple of times.

"Loren, I don't know if this is going to work. I was raised in a very conservative Catholic family. I'm so nervous and embarrassed just standing here in front of you like this. I can't even bring myself to show you my other bikini."

"What other bikini?"

"I bought two of them."

He kept her in his arms and told her, "I'd give anything to see you in the other one, but only you can decide about that. Dixie, I really do want you to go with me. What can I do for you to get you to say yes?"

Her arms were around his waist loosely and she lost her smile and said, "I don't know, Loren." Her hands were moving over his warm waist ever so lightly and slowly as she told him, "I really do want to go with you, I really do. But I don't want to lessen your fun, and I couldn't stand to embarrass you in front of your friends."

"Dixie, what could you possibly do to embarrass me in front of Chuck and Sandy?"

"I don't know, but I worry about that. Even if I could bring myself to wear the other suit while there, I'd still be the only one with anything on. I'd feel like a prude or something. I'd be the ugly duckling in a flock of swans."

He kissed her. Then he hesitated and said, "I know you weren't fishing for a compliment, but I'm going to give you one anyway. You are anything but an ugly duckling. I told you before that you are attractive, charming, and interesting, and now I have to add, so very, very sexy. I had no idea just how sexy you are. You've been hiding a beautiful body under those conservative clothes you wear." She licked her lips again.

She took a deep breath and then told him, "Thank you. If I thought you were just spitting out empty words, I'd run home crying, but I know you're sincere."

"Of course I am. I have no need to lie to make a point. There isn't a man alive that can see that would disagree with me."

"But it still comes down to the fact that you'll be down there without your suit on," and then she paused and smiled at him saying, "Or your underwear, of course, and I'll be wearing my bikini." 

"Question, do you still feel awkward and ready to run away standing here as I stare at you?"

"Awkward yes, because I'm almost naked in front of my boss, but I'm not going to run anywhere."

"But remember, we'll be on the boat, way out on the water somewhere so it will just be the four of us...well, unless he invites Gwen or something."

"I know you don't understand why this is all so hard for me."

"I think I do, but I'm just frustrated because I'm not solving the problem. You're not able to say yes, I'll go with you."

"Do I have to decide right now?"

"Of course not, as long as it's warm weather, we have a chance to go out there. Oh, I just had another good idea to get you comfortable."

"What's that?"

He reached for his suit with one hand and teasingly said, "I'll strip and you can get used to looking at me naked."

She grabbed his suit and said, "Don't you dare. I'm...God, you scared me. I'm not ready for anything like that."

"I'll strip to my skivvies."

"You do that and I'll just laugh."

"Okay and before she could stop him, he jerked his suit down and kicked it halfway across the room. What he didn't take into account, was his skivvies were pretty thin and she could make out the outline of his manhood. She held her breath, and licked her lips quickly and then looked back into his eyes again. "Why are you intent on upsetting my whole life? You are going to drive me crazy, do you know that?"

"I'm just trying to get you to go on vacation with me and have a wonderful time. I know I'll call it a Christmas present. It's not polite to refuse a gift."

"It's not polite to stand in front of your housekeeper in your funny skivvies either."

"It's for a worthy cause."

"I think you just like to get your way, and you're not used to having somebody tell you no."

"Okay, Dr. Freud. I'll have you know I have people tell me no every once in awhile. Of course, they don't work for me anymore," and he smiled.

"Now be serious. I'm right I'll bet."

"I'll admit to being a little spoiled, but I can take no when I have no choice. You said yourself that you really want to go so we have a common objective, a common goal. Now do I get to see you in your other suit?"

"Today?"

"Why not? I mean you're used to me seeing you like this now, but if you wait until another day it will just be harder than ever for you."

"You are just so full of logic. Loren, that suit is so tiny it's almost like being naked."

"Then why did you buy it?"

"Because I want to be able to loosen up and wear that for you, I have to try."

"Then please put it on for me. Nobody is here but you and me. Nobody will ever know about this, unless you want them to know. If you can get used to wearing that bikini then we can call Chuck and Sandy."

"Now that's blatant bribery."

"Whatever it takes, I'll even throw in a gift or two."

"Loren, now be serious."

"I am being serious."

"I still don't understand why you're so insistent that I go with you."

"Because of all the reasons I've told you. No hidden agenda and no tricks. I just want us to have a great time and come home with wonderful memories."

"You could take about anybody you'd like to though."

"I know and that's why I want to take you. She was licking her lips again as she said, "Do you really understand when I say that suit covers so little of me?"

"I've been around long enough to have a very good idea of what you are talking about and I've seen a few of them on women at pool parties and so forth. I will not be shocked that's for sure." 

Her hands were on his hips and she tipped her head back with her eyes closed and took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh...and licked her lips again. "Oh God, how will I face you every morning knowing you've seen almost all of that there is to see."

"Pretend that you were in an accident and I was there to help you. But during the accident your clothes were ripped to shreds and I saw all of you as I rescued you. Would you feel all embarrassed and awkward when you saw me later?"

"That's different."




Dixie



"But would you?"

"Probably not."

"So the only difference is in your mind. Either way, I see your sexy body and either way, you and I are together again later."

"You make it sound so simple and logical."

"It isn't and I know it, and I do understand about your very conservative upbringing, but I'm not giving up. It's your call, love."

"You shouldn't call me love."

"You called me sweetheart earlier."

"I did?"

"Yes you did, love. One more try. Model your other suit and I'll take you to the Loft for dinner...complete with drinks and whatever you want."

She showed him a soft smile and asked, "Can I have lobster?"

"All you can eat."

"Loren, you really are such a sweetheart. Okay give me a few minutes to change and crank up my courage."

"I'll stay right here."

"Change into your suit would you?"

"I'll do that just for you."

Chapter Eleven

Loren changed into his suit, and then put the long skivvies on over the suit just to hopefully make her laugh again. He knew she was so nervous and stressed, and he knew he was pushing her, but she was responding to him. He was at a point where he felt confident they would go see Chuck and Sandy, and probably pretty soon, if they would be available. He also knew they would love Dixie.

He watched her as she appeared and his eyes never left her as she slowly moved toward him. She really was almost totally naked now. There were only three small patches of metallic looking fabric to hide her charms and though her breasts weren't overly large, they pulled at his eyes and he openly stared. Then down to the large amount of bare skin to her bikini bottom that left very little to the imagination. She smiled at him and surprised him with a very sexy and purposeful walk until she was very close to him. She was holding her breath and licking her lips like they were candy as he brazenly studied her curves. "Oh my God, oh love, yes, yes that's it."

She was in the teasing mode now and put his hand on her chest just above her breasts and said, "Feel how my heart is racing. I'm so damn nervous, I can hardly breathe."

The gesture didn't go unnoticed. "But honey, you look incredible and I mean that. Turn around for me."

"I can't because my butt is totally bare."

"Of course it is, but you can't go around the boat always keeping your front toward me or Chuck or Sandy." She hesitated and then did a slow turn and his eyes memorized, categorized, and measured her nice ass. "Yes, you've done it, now can we take our vacation?"

"I'll need time to get used to this before I wear it in front of anybody else."

"I know, next week wear the bikini everyday to get used to the feeling."

"I have to think about that one. You know we still haven't talked about me seeing you and your friends in the nude."

"One thing at a time, okay?"

"We can't go until we've reached an agreement on that."

"There's not a lot to talk about in that area. I can guarantee you that Chuck and Sandy will be naked at some point, and probably not long after we leave the marina. That's their thing."

"And yours."

"Yes and mine, but if it will help, I'll keep my suit on for the first day out." She looked at him and then away and said nothing to him. "Now when do we go to dinner? you pick the night, but one night this week, okay?"

"Okay, Wednesday night."

"Okay, bring a change of clothes and we'll go soon after I get home Wednesday night." 

From the way she looked at him he knew they were at a crossroads in their friendship, but he waited until she said, "Loren, I hope what we're doing isn't a mistake. So much has happened...good things, but it will never be like it was between us before all of this craziness. That just isn't possible."

"Are you sorry any of this happened?"

"Not yet, and I hope I never am...but I have trouble believing that you enjoy my company so much that you'd go to all of this trouble and aggravation just to be with me, to take a chance on me with your friends."

"I'm not taking any chances at all. I know you'll like them, and I have no doubt that they will love you. They are quite wealthy, but they are so laid back and in touch with reality that you'd never know it."

"That's another thing. How are Chuck and Sandy going to react when they meet your housekeeper? We're talking about two completely different lifestyles and different social classes."

"Would you prefer that I introduce you as my friend or lover or whatever?"

"Oh, my God not your lover, no, don't deceive your friends to protect me, that wouldn't be right."

"I agree, but I will if it will help you."

Once again she smiled, but she also kissed him softly. Thank you, but no."

"Okay. Now one other thing, I'll introduce you as Holly not Dixie.

"Why use my real name?"

"I like you're real name. I'll still call you Dixie after the introductions though."

"I feel like I'm going to meet your parents."

"No, having you meet Chuck and Sandy is more important to me."

"Oh great, I'm not nervous enough now. I have things that have to be done. 

"Okay, and now I have to go to work."

"You're already late."

"I know. I'll just tell everybody I was abducted by a beautiful almost naked woman."

"I'm sure they'd buy that one." After giving her a quick kiss on the cheek he dressed and headed to work. 

Dixie wasn't there when he got home from the office and Tuesday was almost a normal day for both of them. Wednesday morning too was their typical coffee together before he went to work, and nothing was said about going to the east coast.

Wednesday evening was another story. Loren was late getting home from the office and when he went in he saw Dixie standing there in a simple and conservative pantsuit, but he still stopped and smiled, "Hi beautiful."

She smiled and said, "Hi boss. Is this okay for the Loft?"

"It's fine. No, it's great, or rather you make it look great. Give me thirty minutes to get ready."

"Take your time."

He peeled his tie off as he went and by the time he reached his bedroom his jacket and tie were in his hands and his white shirt was unbuttoned. At the same time, that he was tossing those things on the bed his eyes fell on his dresser. There was a cup of ice cubes, a short glass and his bottle of Glenfiddich. He stopped and smiled and fixed himself a small drink and enjoyed a taste before stripping naked. Then one more taste, and he went to the shower and was back in ten minutes dressing and emptying his glass of scotch. 

He came out and walked right over to Dixie and kissed her cheek. Thank you, that was a very nice touch."

"You're welcome."

Chapter Twelve

The half hour drive to the Loft was pretty quiet. Loren was racking his brain trying to figure out what else he could do to get her to go on vacation with him. It was possible that some of his determination came from the fact that he hated to lose, whether it was a game or a discussion. He wasn't a bad loser, but he didn't like losing at all. But the farther all of this had gone, the more he had thought about having her with him on the boat instead of Chuck's sister. He wanted to show her what it was like to cruise about half a mile off shore without a care in the world, or to explore Albemarle Sound. He wanted her to experience sunning on the fore deck and sip drinks mixed from the best booze to be found. He also wanted her to sample the experience the sensation of being on that very nice boat and watch other boats go by and do it all while sunning naked. Yes, she was raised very conservative and straight laced, but he could feel that other part of her that craved to be set free. He was determined to help her satisfy her cravings. The last thing he thought about before arriving at The Loft, was this evening could very well go very well or horribly wrong, and he could end up losing his friend either tonight or in the very near future.

Dixie would glance at Loren, but she too had things on her mind. She had to decide what she was going to do. She'd finally worn her new very tiny bikini for him and that experience was a mixture of fear, and of elation from going through with it. She liked having him see her like that, but she had been so nervous that it had made her nauseous. That fear finally left her, but she couldn't stop her heart from feeling like it might explode. She knew that he really did want her to go with him, but she kept wondering if he was just obsessing over it. He had told her why he wanted her to go, but she had a hard time believing that was the only reason for his actions. He'd said there was no hidden agenda, and she'd never known him to lie, all questions and no answers. On top of that, she had something else going on in her life that was complicating her decision. In fact, that whole issue had been complicating her life for a very long time and it was nearing the end, assuming she didn't screw it up at the last minute. She had some very serious thinking to do and decisions that had to be faced that could affect their relationship far beyond the vacation issue. What she was going through were things that other people typically faced in their early twenties.

They were soon seated and Benjamin their waiter took their drink orders and left. The Loft wasn't an overly fancy place, but it wasn't a place to wear jeans or shorts either. They studied their menus and then she looked at him and said, "I've changed my mind."

He looked up quickly and almost holding his breath he asked her, "You mean you're not going with me?"

"I haven't said I would yet. No, I mean about having lobster."

He leaned back and his shoulders dropped.

"You are going to drive me crazy, I thought that...well never mind." He reached into the inside pocket of his sport coat and handing her a small package told her, "This is for putting on your sexiest bikini for me."

"Loren...," and then she smiled and accepted the gift. "Thank you."

"You're welcome but I did promise you a gift or two."

"But you were just joking."

"Oh no, I was serious."

When she opened the little jewelry box and she saw the Cristoff's Jewelry label and the necklace at the same time. "Oh my God Loren, this is too much. It's beautiful."

"It's a black pearl from the Cook Islands on an eighteen inch chain."

She patted her eyes with her napkin and said, "Now I'm going to have to go put myself back together."

"Wait just a second," and he handed her a second gift. "I said a gift or two, so I decided to make it two."

She dabbed the tears form her eyes again and accepted the second gift of a smaller black pearl ring in a gold setting. "I'm speechless. What were you thinking spending so much on me?"

"I was thinking that I couldn't wait to give them to you. I always keep my word."

"But all I did was put on my bikini for you."

"I know how hard that was for you to do, and to have you do that for me meant so much. Dixie, over the last couple of years I've watched you change and grow and every day I've worried that you'd tell me you were moving on, that you'd found a better job."

"Loren, I could never find a better job, not ever." Then she smiled and said, "I could find one that pays better I'm sure, but never a better one and never one with these fringe benefits." The waiter chose that moment to take their order so Dixie said, "Order for me would you while I go repair the damages?"

He watched her leave and then gave it his best guess and ordered and then added wine before dinner. When Dixie returned she stood there and asked, "Well, how do they look?"

He looked at her neck and then her right hand and said, "They look very nice, but on you they look so much nicer." 

Dinner was very good and they thoroughly enjoyed it and lingered over the last of the wine before leaving. When they reached their car she stopped and put her arms around his waist, and then kissed him like she had never kissed him before. "Loren, I wish I knew how to tell you how much this evening has meant to me." 

"I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself."

"But there's one other thing I have to tell you."

"If you tell me you're not going I'd rather not hear it right now."

"Call Sandy and Chuck."

He smiled, put his arms around her and lifted her off of her feet. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I don't know how I'm going to handle the nudity thing, but I'll figure something out."

"We're going to have a fantastic time."

"I'm really looking forward to it." 

Chapter Thirteen

As soon as they were home, Loren checked the time yet again and said, "I'm going to call them right now." Dixie wondered if she should leave the room, but since he was calling from the kitchen instead of his room or his office, she stayed and pretended to putter in the kitchen and also to not listen.

"Sandy, how are you my love?"

"I'm great and so is Chuck, you calling from home?"

"I am. I was hoping you could find a place in your busy schedule to put up with us for a few days."

"Of course we can...wait you said us, who is us?"

"I'd be bringing my very best friend."

"Now don't tell me that would be of the female variety."

"Yes it is."

"Well I'll be damned, you the self proclaimed forever bachelor. We'd love to meet her and even see you."

"Thank you."

"We just got the boat put back in the water, so we have to do a shakedown cruise, but after that we're pretty flexible for a few weeks. I take it we don't need to call Gwen."

"No, but if you talk to her, tell her I said hello and that I think of her often."

"I'll tell her."

"Well, you let me know the time frame and I'll check with my boss." 

"Hold on a second and let me ask Chuck." There was about a minute pause and then she came back and said, "We're going out in a couple of days and will only need a day or so beyond that. We didn't have anything major done, so there should be no issues with the No Worries," referring to their boat.

"I'll talk to Frank tomorrow then and see if we can break away soon."

"It's been to long. Oh um, your friend, did you tell her about our quirks?"

"It's been the topic of many conversations in fact, and though worried how she'll handle it, I believe she'd leave tomorrow if we could."

"I'm curious to hear the details and I'll have many questions you know."

"I'm sure there will be and I'll rehearse my answers ahead of time."

"We're looking forward to seeing both of you and give her our best."

"I'll do that, bye."

Before he could say anything Dixie said, "I thought we'd decided I'd be introduced as your housekeeper."

"And you will be. I just wanted to avoid a barrage of questions over the phone."

"You're embarrassed just like I was afraid you'd be."

"Dixie, I am not embarrassed of you at all. I just know Sandy and I didn't want to spend the next half hour on the phone. We'll have hours to talk over drinks or meals or whatever once we get there."

"Okay, but if you fail to mention that little detail I will."

"Don't get mad at me until you have a good reason okay?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm just a little worried about that."

"You just focus on getting a lot of sun and having a good time and I'll guarantee we will."

"Okay. I better go home and get my things done and I'll see you in the morning." Then she went over to him and gave him a light kiss and said, "I still can't believe you bought me those gifts, but I love them and someday I'll find a way to properly thank you for them."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like them."

Loren got up Thursday morning and was heading to the kitchen when he heard her unlock the backdoor and come in. At least for the time being they were back to their old routine. He found her standing at the counter starting the coffee but she was wearing a long coat. "Is it that chilly out there this morning?"

"No, it's pretty warm actually. She turned to face him and let her coat slip from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Dixie was standing there in her tiny bikini smiling at him. "I followed your suggestion."

"Yes you did, but you should have warned me. That's quite a shock before I've even had coffee. A wonderful shock to say the least, but you about knocked the wind out of me."

"I'm glad you added a wonderful shock because you had me worried for a second."

"That's proof that you have me addled."

"I feel perfectly foolish doing this and to think I'll be like this all day."

"I'm not going to be worth a damn today because I'll keep thinking about you being here dressed like that." He'd seen his share of women in various states of undress, but there was something about seeing Dixie like she was that was more exotic, or rather erotic. He managed to behave himself until he kissed her and said he had to get to the office.

She looked at him and felt his warm hands on her flesh and asked him, "So are you going to kiss me goodbye from now on?"

"I think I might if that's okay."

"I'll let you know if it isn't," and then she patted his ass, turned him toward the door and said, "See you tonight."

"It's a pretty safe bet that I won't be late."

Chapter Fourteen

Friday was a repeat of Thursday complete with Dixie wearing her bikini all day. She told Loren, "I have to admit that this is helping me. I still feel almost naked, but I don't think about it as much as I did at first."

"I'm glad and I'm getting used to seeing you like that too, but I could never get tired of seeing you like that."

"I'm going to tell you a secret, but you have to behave."

"I'll behave."

"Starting early this afternoon I've been staying naked."

"You...you mean all the time and all over the house?"

"Yes. To tell you the truth there isn't a lot of difference."

"Damn it now that's all I'm going to be able to think about."

"You'll survive I'm sure."

"Well I have a surprise for you too. I talked to Chuck on the way home. Can you be ready to go Wednesday morning?"

"Next Wednesday?"

"Yes. Frank is taking some time off for a complete physical so he told me to go as soon as I can and be back here before his physical which is in about two weeks."

"Wow, I haven't even thought about what to pack."

"Your bikini, a cover up, a light summer jacket in case we have a cool night and clothes to come home in, plus your personal things of course."

"That's it?"

"Unless you want to have a second bikini for variety, oh and some kind of...I don't know what to call it, but a beach hat or something like that. The sun can be brutal during the heat of the day, and it might feel good to shield your face and eyes." 

"So you're only taking..."

"One swim suit, shave kit and clothes to come home in. Oh and one shorts outfit if we want to go to some marina for dinner or something. But remember you can buy things at the marinas too."

"Not on my income I can't. It's a lot cheaper to take what I have in the closet."

"Okay, but you get the idea. You really went naked today?"

She smiled and said, "Yes I did. I figured that if I could do that here that then maybe the bikini would be that much easier."

"I want to hear you say it again. Will you go with me?"

She licked her lips yet again and taking a deep breath told him, "Yes, I'll go with you." Then before he could say anything she added, "But you better stay close to me or at least keep an eye on me."

"Oh, you can count on that sweetheart," and he reached for the phone and called Chuck and Sandy.

Chapter Fifteen

"I can't believe how fast the time has flown. Here we are waiting for our flight to be announced, and it seems like this morning when I told you I'd go with you." She was looking around and then told him, "I haven't even been on a plane in ten years."

"Then your adventure has already begun."

"My adventure began when I got up this morning."

The plane was still climbing when she told him, "I'm sorry I've made this so complicated and stressful for you."