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John & Carol

By: Just_John1



Note from Author: It's been a while since I've posted anything. This story is a relatively long romance story about the blossoming of love between two unlikely characters. There is sex in it but if that's all you want look in the latter pages. I hope you like the story, I've lived vicariously through it while writing it. If you like it or not please let me know. As always this is a work of fiction, any similarity to any persons is purely coincidental and this story is intended for adults, and where legal. If you don't like this kind of fiction please don't read it.

Thanks for taking the time to check out my story... JJ1

As they walked into the chalet after placing their skis against the house John and Carol shook the snow from their jackets. John sat down in the foyer on the floor to take his boots off, Carol stood there expectantly looking at John. He always seemed to be off somewhere in his own world, with a purpose no one else could understand.

The chalet was decorated in dark natural stained wood, deep and rich, the carpet light, almost white. It made John uncomfortable, afraid that he'd track mud in, or spill his coffee as he was always at risk of doing. It wasn't that he was clumsy, actually just the opposite, he was athletic, coordinated... occupied.

Carol never understood John. She couldn't understand how he always seemed so distracted when she was with him. She was almost 10 years his senior. At 31 she was well established, nearing tenure having taught for 6 years as a professor in physics. She was tall with long hair, trim without being skinny, and she had a habit of slumping slightly which served to take the emphasis off her breasts. They weren't overly large, very well shaped and they attracted attention, which embarrassed her. While not quite a wall flower she was demure, reserved... her expressive eyes were brown, sparkling, to compliment her hair. Her style of clothes was also reserved, long loose shirts, the same for the skirts she customarily wore to school.

She had met John on the Bus trip up, over a hundred people staying 12 to a chalet. John arrived late, the bus already running, and of course the only open seat on the bus was next to the physics professor. The group was made up of primarily students with a smattering of professors. For the next ten days there was no student-professor status, just young people and older people. 

Carol thought the trip would be a chance for her to meet some of the people she worked with, a chance to get to know them out of the confines of school where tenure, time in grade, the pecking order of the grad students and their subservience to the professors had everyone on guard. She thought more of the professors would be on the trip and she almost cancelled when she found that very few of the professors decided to go. Of the hundred or so people that went, only a few were professors. 

She'd tried the bar scene and found it grotesque. The men always seemed standoffish, and the few that approached her scattered when they found she was a physics professor. She didn't realize that most men found her, if not beautiful, well up on the attractive scale. Her grace and beauty put them on the defensive, most feeling she had to be out of their league, the ones that took a shot not able with the challenge of a beautiful, smart woman. Her fear of social interaction seeming to them to be arrogance, stuffiness perhaps. She thought she'd try the ski trip as a chance to get to know some of the people around the school.

John was quiet when he settled in the seat breathing hard. 

"I'm late again, huh?"

Carol laughed. "Yeah, we were waiting for you." As if in proof of her statement the bus started with a rumble, the gears groaned in protest and the bus began to move.

Carol was always at a loss in these situations, talking to someone she didn't know. She got so frustrated with herself knowing it was a catch 22, not being able to talk to anyone until she got to know them, and not being able to get to know people without talking to them. "Do you get to ski often?" she asked. 'Christ' she thought, 'why didn't I just ask him if he lived around here, where you from? If I told you that you had a nice body would you hold it against me?' Hmmm... where the hell did that train of thought come from?

"No not really, I used to ski a lot when I was little but I haven't been in a while."

"So you ski well?" She cringed with the inane nature of the question. God she sucked at this.

"I used to." John mumbled as he leaned over and took a novel out of his back pack. He leaned against the window the book in his lap and settled a little in the seat. His message was clear... This conversation is over. 

'Oh, my god...' John thought. This is the best looking woman I've ever seen. 'I wonder if her body matches her face. God I wish I was better at talking to women. What do I talk to her about?' John sat quietly trying to come up with some topic he could talk to her about. 'Oh my god... that's the physics professor... what's her last name? shit I wish I could remember...'

Carol leaned back in her chair, put her head back and closed her eyes as the bus pulled out of the parking lot. It was going to be a long ten days she thought. She glanced around the bus and saw that people seemed comfortable in the pairs of seats, quiet conversations, some of the guys playing cards. She felt awkward, out of place. 

"Hey John, I didn't see you get on the bus!" The cute blonde in the row in front of them was kneeling on her seat and looking at John with a look of hope, fascination, dripping with opportunity. 

"I was running a little late." John looked down at his book.

"I'm glad you made it John, will you ski with me this week?" The blonde turned on a brilliant smile, clean white teeth, almost too white. Her blonde hair silky smooth, finely textured, tucked behind ears that were petite, almost the perfect example of what a woman's ears should look like. Carol realized that this had to be the most beautiful person she had ever seen. She turned to look at John's reaction, thinking that she didn't have the tools to compete with that in any forum.

John was looking down at his book again, the message was clear that he didn't want to talk to her right now.

"Sure." Just this side of rude, as non-committal as it could be.

Carol watched the look of frustration, the look of defeat on the blonde's face, the slight crease of her brow. She wondered what guy wouldn't be pursuing the blonde. Maybe she had a fat ass or something. Maybe she missed something when John slid into the seat.

She glanced over at John. He was attractive without being gorgeous. His face was chisled, a firm chin, high cheek bones, not a dark complexion, perhaps olive was the right description. His shoulders were broad, but in his jacket she really couldn't determine his body. He was attractive but not at the level where a blonde of that caliber wouldn't be a significant conquest. 

"You're a professor..." His question sounding like a statement, surprised Carol out of her musings. It sounded almost like an accusation. 'Brilliant. I am so freaking brilliant. Come on John, think of something... ' John's mind raced, trying to come up with something witty, some beginning of a conversation, some way to let her know he wasn't some mindless twit.

"Yes." 

"Physics right?"

"Yeah how'd you know? Were you in my class?"

"No." He looked out the window and Carol figured that question wouldn't get answered. She couldn't figure out whether he was just not a conversationalist or if he was just that arrogant. 

"What's your major?" She asked. He smiled, and looked at her. 'God, that was the college equivalent to where do you live.' She thought.

"Business." His reply was curt, almost saying it was none of her business. She was struggling to figure out whether he wanted to talk to her or not. His demeanor, his tone was saying that he didn't but he had started the conversation. He was giving her a headache.

"You don't talk much do you?"

"Not Really." 'God I suck at this... shit.' John thought.

They settled into silence once again. Carol just wanted the trip to end, she wanted to get away from this guy, she wanted to be with somebody she had something in common with, god she hoped she'd find someone to hang out with once they got there.

The trip took several hours and it was dark by the time they got to the mountains. The bus pulled up to chalets, the driver reading off the list of who stayed in which chalet. Carol was surprised to find that John was in the same chalet. The cute blonde mumbled her displeasure when she found that she was not in John's Chalet. Carol couldn't understand why she found pleasure in that. She listened as the blonde asked John for his cell phone number and found that she was carefully trying to memorize it as John rattled it off.

She watched as John walked up to a group of guys smiling, shaking hands. She overheard their conversation as they waited for the others to pull their bags and skis out of the bus. "Got stuck with the Physics professor huh?" laughing and patting him on the back. She felt her cheeks redden, her head dropped, she couldn't understand the feeling of humiliation she felt, and she turned her back. 

"Yeah... She's pretty cool..."

Carol turned her head quickly to look at him. They'd said what... 25 words in the four hour trip. What gave him the right to judge her? When she looked at him he smiled at her, just a slight curling of the lips, but she could see his eyes twinkle. She didn't know why but that really pissed her off. She glared at him and walked away listening to the others laughing and giving John a hard time. 

As she settled into the chalet she found that not everyone had a bed. Some were destined to sleep on mattresses on the floor. There was a group of four or five that would sleep in the living room, the others were paired up in the bed rooms. Carol was the only person that got her own bedroom and it singled her out, made her feel different, more out of place than she already felt. It was obvious that she was the only "single" here. 

She looked up as John and his friends walked in. John looked at the list and said "Nah... We don't need a room Billy, let's let Bob and Marge sleep in there." She could tell that Billy wasn't happy about that but John had put him on the spot, in a position that he couldn't say no. The arrogant ass!

She found out who Marge was when she ran up to John hugging him. "Thank you John..."

Carol wandered off to her room and found it small, a single bed in the corner, a dresser, and she had her own TV. She didn't watch it much but it was nice that she had her own little sanctuary to hide in. She set about taking her clothes out of her suit case and arranging them neatly in the drawers. When she finished and walked back into the living room she saw the younger people, the "students" as she thought of them, arranged around the kitchen table. Beers and sodas in front of them she could tell they were in for the duration. She went into the living room and found John sitting on the couch, beer in hand, lounging with his feet on the coffee table.

"How's it going teach?"

"Don't call me that." John just smiled and nodded looking away at the TV. A basketball game was on, the one sport Carol hated above all others. She never understood the male fascination of watching over grown adults try to throw a ball through a hoop, but she wasn't ready to sleep yet so she sat in the overstuffed arm chair.

"Who ya skiing with tomorrow?" John asked.

"I don't know." She felt an anger rising, and really couldn't understand why the bitch in her was rearing its ugly head. Perhaps it was that she didn't know anyone on the trip, she felt out of place and he just seemed to find all the subjects where she was less than confident. He just rubbed her wrong. "One of the girls I presume."

"Which mountain are you going to ski?"

"I don't know, I guess it depends."

"Oh. You don't talk much do you?"

She heard her own words mocking her and couldn't help herself. "Don't mock me little boy... I don't need your shit tonight."

John laughed. "Ok then, I guess we're done." And he stood up and walked into the kitchen sliding onto one of the benches of the kitchen table. The act of him laughing at her incensed her, she wanted to walk up to him and hit him, to scream at him, to yell and curse at him. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She sat in the chair and glared at John as he talked freely, comfortably with the others. He made them laugh, when he spoke they listened to him, he was a natural leader. 

She watched him control the conversation, smile quietly. She watched as the girls vied for his attention, the stupid little girls. How could they want such a cold asshole, but it was unmistakable. There was a competition for his attention. John looked over at her while she sat with a look of complete hatred on her face, she had never had anyone that pissed her off more with less words and she couldn't understand it. She found the subtle smile he gave her smug, insufferable and she finally stood and walked into her room in a huff, pissed that he didn't seem to notice.

What was it with this asshole? Why did he continually piss her off, why couldn't she stop thinking about him? He instinctively brought out the bitch out in her, the arrogant little shit. She was at least 10 years older than him, why did it seem that he always had the upper hand.

John watched her leave the room. Thinking... 'good job John. Not sure what I said but I definitely pissed her off. She's out of my league, older, smart, beautiful, the last thing she'd want is some young buck idiot.'

She found that the first thing she thought of the following morning was John. "Mr. arrogant" as she had dubbed him. She quickly grabbed a piece of toast from the stack on the kitchen table, added a couple of strips of bacon and walked quietly through the living room on her way to the front door as she took her first bite. John was lying on a mattress looking at her as she tip toed through the room. 

"If you didn't cook, you're supposed to clean. House rules."

She stopped, looked at him... "What?" 

"If you didn't cook you're supposed to wash the dishes. You didn't cook, did you wash any dishes?"

"Fuck you."

"Oh! She's got a potty mouth too!"

She was angry and embarrassed. She didn't know the rules and he called her on it. A student telling a tenured professor what to do. The bastard.

"Yeah well... fuck you." She was embarrassed that she couldn't come up with a better retort. Tears came to her eyes as she stormed through the room, slammed the door behind her, grabbed her skis and went to the ski slopes. 'Why is he doing this to me? I'm fucking miserable, and he's making it worse. Fuck him!... Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him!'

'Shit, just when the situation calls for silence is when you talk the most. Damn, it was supposed to be a joke, I thought maybe she'd smile.'

She took the cable car to the midway station, put her skis on and slid over to the chair lift. Her cheeks stung where the tears had dried in the bitter cold wind of the mountain. As she sat down on the ski lift she felt it lift her into the air.

"Hi." 

She looked over at her lift mate, a middle aged guy, goofy hat but high quality ski clothes, his face angular, his eyes dark.

"Hi."

"Come here often?" he asked and laughed.

"No first time. I came here with a group of students."

"You're a teacher?"

"A professor."

"Really? What do you teach?"

"Physics, at the university."

"m' names Jim... Nice to meet you." A subtle southern drawl.

They talked comfortably the rest of the trip up. Carol felt comfortable for the first time since she got on the stupid bus next to "him." She found out that Jim was divorced but in a serious relationship, was here with his kids that were old enough to not really want to be with him anymore, and skiing alone for the day. The lift got to the top and Carol skied confidently from the lift to the top of the slope. It had been a while since she had skied but it came back to her quickly. She took wide turns and carefully made her way down the slope. She came to a bump in the slope, over which it looked as if the slope went down a cliff it was so steep. Concentrating, carefully sliding from one side to the other and turning slowly she made her way down the steep part. Each time she turned, as her skis passed the point where they were pointed directly down the slope her heart raced. She found the sun, the wind, the cold, the moments of fear exhilarating. 

As she picked up speed and confidence she over balanced, it seemed in slow motion as she watched her ski tips cross at the exact moment that she was pointed down slope. Her increase of speed was alarming, she tried to lift her foot to uncross her skis but became even more unstable. She fell to one side and as soon as she did she started to roll. Luckily, her bindings released as they were intended and she found herself sliding down the hill. As the steep part ended and the slope flattened out a little she came to a rest and looked back up the slope. Her skis were back up the slope, and her legs sunk into the soft snow as she tried to walk back up to her skis. 

She struggled for a moment or two and looked up into a cloud of spray. As she wiped her eyes she heard that voice... 

"Oh man! Are you ok teach?" John stood there comfortably on his skis looking at her intently. 

"My name is Carol!" she responded, the pinnacle of bitchiness.

"I know, you told me, remember? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, leave me alone."

"Here's your skis..." He leaned over to put them side by side so she could step into them. She grabbed them and pulled them down the slope a little, losing her balance in the deep snow and falling over. Again she was embarrassed by this kid, when she rolled over she saw him looking at her, a warm smile, quickly replaced by that aloof, smug expressionless gaze. 

She threw the skis down and started to step into them. 

"I think it's easier if you point them across the hill, not down."

"Shut up." And as her boot clicked into the binding the ski began to move and she fell over once again. "Fuck."

"Ya know, for a professor, you sure do have a limited vocabulary."

"Fuck you."

He laughed. "See?"

"ok, try this... you're a smug arrogant little shit and you piss me off."

"Well I didn't particularly care for the message but at least you're speaking in complete sentences now. That's a start."

"Why are you bothering me?" Like a pissed off parent to a petulant child.

"I didn't think bringing your skis down the hill would be bothering you." John replied reasonably. "If you'd like I can always take them back up there."

"Fuck you."

He just smiled, shook his head and skied away, smooth flowing curves, snow spraying at each turn, effortlessly controlling his speed, skis locked together as if they were tied. His skiing showed an effortless and powerful grace. 

'Shit, shit shit... All I was trying to do was help. I should just stay away from her. Maybe I can switch chalets with some one.'

'Why does he do this to me. All he did was bring me my skis, I never even said thank you, all I said was "fuck you." Oh god!' She thought.

'Shit' John thought again trying to, but not succeeding in getting her out of his head. 'What did I do to her? All she does is get mad at me. If I bring her skis to her I'm bothering her, if I don't then I'm a... what did she say? A smug arrogant little shit? What the fuck was that all about?'

He thought about the bus trip, sitting there for four hours. What do you say to a professor of physics? He struggled to talk to girls in the first place, even the ones that giggled at him like that brainless blonde on the bus, Becky. But what do you talk to a professor of physics about? She was obviously brilliant and he knew if he opened his mouth he'd seem like a stupid young child to her. She was so beautiful, but she never smiled. I bet she has a beautiful smile. He couldn't get her out of his head all morning. He mindlessly skied, rode the lift and skied back down. 


John & Carol Ch. 02



Author's note:This is the second part in a three part trilogy. I usually try to make each part stand alone but in this case it's better if you've read part one. This is a long story about the beginning of a relationship between two unlikely people that find each other and live through some trying times. There is sex sprinkled throughout but it's not your typical stroke story. If you like the story and want the concluding part three please let me know. This story is intended for adults over 18 and contains sex and adult themes. If you don't like this type of material then please don't read it. 

jj

John rolled over in the small bed, careful to try to move within his own area. The bed was so small he risked pushing Carol onto the floor as he rolled over. 

"John... Don't go..." Carol reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it between her breasts, his body against hers from legs to chest. They were naked in the growing light of morning.

"Oh god... What have we done?"

"Well... I'm sorry, He's tied up right now, but as one of His very favorite people I'll tell you that he'd have to say 'something absolutely wonderful!'"

"What?"

"God's tied up right now, but speaking for Him, what we've done is the most wonderful experience he's likely to grant me here on earth."

Carol laughed, that wonderful melodious twinkle, ""You're nuts... you know that right?"

"That's how I know I'm one of god's favorite people. I'm nuts and he still takes care of me..."

"John what are we going to do? What's going to happen when we get back?"

"I don't know... I do know that I love you and I don't really care. Are you having post-coital remorse?"

"The University is going to be pissed... A relationship between a professor and a student is expressly forbidden... I had to sign a form when I took tenure and they spelled that out pretty clearly..."

"They spelled it out?"

Carol giggled... "Yeah they said romantic involvement between members of the staff and students is expressly forbidden."

"Carol, I have three more months and then I graduate, I won't be a student anymore. Do you want to try to hide this until then?" 

"No I don't... I know we should but I really don't John, I don't think I can."

"Carol, we only have a couple of days left here, at this point everyone here knows that we're... an item I guess..."

"Is that what we are John? An Item?"

"Carol, I told you I love you... I've never said that to anyone other than my Mom. I've never understood what the phrase could possibly mean, but I do now and I'll do anything to make sure it never goes away."

"Oh god, what do we do?"

"I told you... He's busy but as far as I'm concerned, I'm not sure Carol, but I do know this... what ever it is, it has to be us... you and me. There isn't anything that they can throw at us that we can't handle as long as we go through it together. Right? We'll play it cool for the three months till I graduate and then... we'll be... ummm us I guess. Ok?"

"What do you mean play it cool John? Not see each other?"

"Carol, we have the rest of our lives after this three months. I don't want to mess up your career because I can't control myself for three lousy months. We can do this and you'll have your career and everything will be fine. I love you so much that I can actually go three months without being with you... We can sneak for a bit... It'll be fun!"

"I'd risk it you know John... my career I mean. I don't know if I can go three months without you... I don't think I want to go three months without you."

"Carol, we can do this, you'll still have the tenure you worked so hard for... it'll be worth it. Really... It's important to me that I don't screw up everything you've worked so hard for. Fuck! Why does it have to be so difficult?"

"We should go John, we should ski, we should live the next few days like they're our last and we'll see what happens when we get back."

"Do ya think... perhaps... before we interact with the rest of the world that perhaps... we could..." John leaned down and kissed Carol's shoulder.

"John you have to wait..." Carol said laughing as she rose from the bed and grabbed her robe, a soft white terry cloth robe and walked out of the room. John lay on the bed, on his back pondering their situation. He knew, if this progressed the way he hoped it would that she'd be well taken care of, but her tenure, her work was something she was so proud of. He couldn't take it away from her.

Carol walked back into the room with her robe pulled tight, kept closed by the belt of terry cloth material. She stood quietly looking down at John, a half smile on her face, her eyes warm, her hair tousled. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Carol..." John reached out to her and she took John's hand in hers...

"Shh John... No words." Her hand guided his into her robe onto her side and she leaned down to kiss John. His hand slid up the warmth of her skin to cup her breast, larger than they appeared he felt the heft, her nipple hardening in his palm. He felt her hand slide down under the blanket to grasp his cock, hardening in her hand. Her hand began sliding up and down its length as it continued to harden.

John tried to pull Carol down to him, to get her to lay down on the bed but Carol resisted.

"John... I've never... watched." She smiled self consciously. "I want to... I want to make you feel good..." She kneeled beside the bed stroking his tingling member. "I want to make you cum, I want to... watch it..." 

John looked at her, she blushed looking him in the eye. The desire was plain to see in her expression, eyes bright, intense... brows slightly furrowed in concentration. John lay back, put his arms over his head, clutching the edge of the pillow as she continued to stroke him. The feeling of her fingers, chilled but not cold, the contrast of temperature between his throbbing member and her tapered cool fingers adding an additional sensation to the tingles of her stroking hand. John knew he wouldn't last long his eyes closed and his head fell back.

As John felt the orgasm approach, his body tensed, muscles in his stomach rippling, his thighs like bow strings, vibrating, he twitched each time Carols' fingers crossed the sensitive part under the head of his cock, passing over the purple head, spreading the clear slippery liquid that gathered there. Carol leaned down and kissed his stomach murmuring as she continued to stroke him, her head eye level with her hand as she stroked, gripping tighter and stroking faster in her excitement.

She looked up at John's face, slowing her stroking slightly. She wanted this to last, to last forever but knew his crescendo was only moments away. She saw that he was totally focused, and leaned in and kissed his cheek, her lips searching, then finding his, slightly parted, breathing hard, she knew he had lost control, lost touch, lost the power to control his actions as she whispered... 

"I want you to cum John... Let it go... Let go John..."

She felt his cock expand that last little bit, the steel under the velvety smoothness gained that last little bit of tensile strength, the color of the head darkening. She wanted to watch his face, his body vibrate, his cock explode with pleasure, the liquid silky whiteness giving testimony to his pleasure but she couldn't see it all at once. She could never remember being so wet, so excited without being touched, without touching before. She had never been so excited by someone else's pleasure, never been interested to observe all the changes that happened as someone approached orgasm. She couldn't see enough couldn't take it all in and she knew this would not be the last time she did this... Her heart went out to John, she so wanted to please him, to pleasure him as she stroked him. 

"oh! Oh oh... uhn..." John began to grunt as his hips began to thrust into her hand, fucking the surrogate pussy of her squeezing hand. She watched as the first streamer of John's pleasure erupted from the head of his cock, and started laughing in her excitement. She did it... she gave him pleasure! She wiggled her ass on her heel as she continued to stroke John's body and her orgasm shocked her in its rapid rise, no warning... only an explosion of sensation bursting through her body, emanating from her clit. Not a warm glow type of orgasm, an abrupt shattering of tingles radiating out from her clit, her eyes closed and she saw sparks, showers of flashes, as intense as the sensations that had abruptly invaded her body.

John's body tensed... holding tight, his hips slightly off the bed, holding still except for a slight vibrating through his next two shots that erupted between her fingers. His hips sunk to the bed, only to thrust again for the next shot, again for the next... then his entire body relaxed, sinking into the bed as the white sticky essence continued to ooze from the tip in a slow but steady stream, sliding down his length, over her fingers, gathered up by the continued stroking... Her hand passed over the head of his cock and his whole body twitched, again. She giggled, feeling like a puppeteer as he twitched...

"Oh god! Carol... No... please no... it's too... It's too sensitive!" his hand reached down to still hers. He lay there on his back, his cum cooling on his chest, his stomach... breathing as if he couldn't get enough air.

Carol leaned over, her head next to his, she slid into the bed next to John, still holding his softening cock in her hand as she nuzzled his neck. 

"That was the most exciting thing I've ever seen John..."

"Oh my... oh my God! Carol... I just came so... so hard..."

"I've... I've never done that before John... I liked it..." John could feel her cheek tense against his as she smiled. "I love you John, I want to do it again..."

John laughed, his body jiggling next to hers. "It's going to have to wait a while Carol..." He looked down and laughed, his cock withered in her hand. "What about you my love. I want to make you feel good too..."

"You already did John... You do... even when you just look at me with that look... it's a special look, but it makes my legs weak."

John's eyebrows knitted slightly. "What look?"

"I'm not telling you... then you'll know and you'll use it... it's my secret, you do it a lot and I love it John..." John resigned himself to standing in front of the mirror making expressions and trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about... He giggled at the mental image.

"I love you Carol... More than I can tell you. More than I can explain in words." He pulled her close, his hand on her back sliding around, reaching between them, caressing her breast, teasing her nipple.

"John... Come on now... we'll never get out of bed. We should go my love, we should do exactly as you said, let's live the next couple of days as if they were our last."

"Well, darlin'... if it were my last couple of days on earth I can think of no better place to spend it than here in bed with you... You couldn't drag me out of this bed."

Carol laughed, "We need a shower, and you're a mess, you go first. Come on! Let's go have fun."

"We can go together..." John laughed.

"We will love... I promise. But not here, not with everyone waiting for the shower, the others want to use it too..."

The days of the ski trip were spent in the glow of budding love. John couldn't stand to be away from Carol and Carol was constantly at his side. They spent their days skiing with the others and Carol developed a real friendship with most of the students. Marge and Carol became close friends and confidants.

One of the images that John would keep forever was just walking through the village at night, the cold crisp air enveloping John and Carol as he held Carol's hand, a simple act, her knitted mittens keeping both of their hands warm. Every time he looked at Carol, her breath steam in the streetlights, it amazed him that he could feel so deeply about another person. He loved hearing her laugh, he loved the way she looked at him when he talked, he loved the fact that he never saw anyone else in the room when she talked, or sat quietly, or listened intently to what ever babble he was spewing at the time. 

He found her bright, animated, she had a deep seated love for nature. She found him intense but surprisingly in tune with his surroundings. He pointed out things like a deer feeding under the chair lift as he quieted her to keep from startling it. He found a fascination with so many things, the colors of the sunset, the textures of the snow, the way the ice cycles formed at the corners of the roof. She knew he watched her with the same intense level of observation, she worried about it for a while and then gave up trying to be what he wanted her to be, and instead just let herself be what she was.

He brought her out of her shell, showed her things that she'd never noticed before, had never been able to see before, how the water froze in a waterfall, suspended, waiting for spring... He wondered what it would look like when the ice melted, would fish jump in the stream? Just the questions showed her the silence of winter transcended into the babbling brook of summer, the rushing stream of the snow melt in the spring, the sad sluggishness of the slow freeze in the fall, in that instant she imagined the four seasons while standing and looking at the frozen waterfall. She found herself looking at her surroundings for the first time, noticing things, just to point out to him. She felt truly alive, all of her senses alert, wonderfully happy.

"Marge, I don't know what to do. He's become like a part of my soul in the past few days. We leave tomorrow and I can't stand the thought of losing him. I don't know what's going to happen when we get back... I'm afraid."

"Everyone in the Chalet likes you Carol. No one is going to do anything to hurt you. They aren't going to say anything to anyone about what's happened up here."

"But you don't understand, it doesn't matter. I can't go through the next three months and not touch him, not see him, only watch him from far away. Could you do that with Bob?"

"Then don't Carol, date him, see him, live with him... be everything you want to be with him. Everything else will take care of itself."

"He's got this honor thing going on Marge, he won't budge on it and he absolutely refuses to do anything that could possibly hurt me. He told me he isn't going to come near me when we get back, at least until he graduates. I don't know if I can handle that."

"I'm on your side Carol. I've never seen him like this before, he's happy, truly happy... I mean deep inside like he's never been before. We'll figure it out ok? We'll work through it. Even Bob told me that you're the best thing that's ever happened to John."

The group dressed to go out the last evening of the trip. John was again breathless when he saw Carol. A simple outfit, a black sweater and jeans, those goofy boots with the fur around the top, a single strand of pearls, looped down. He found the sight of it looped casually under one of her breasts one of the sexiest sights he could remember, simple, beautiful in its simplicity. 

Her long brown flowing hair, catching the flickering light of the fireplace, her brown eyes in search, eyebrows furrowed and then the softening as they landed on John, the twinge of color in her cheeks as she blushed. John's heart raced, he stood slowly, walked across the room to Carol, meeting her as she stepped off the last step and leaned down, lips gently brushing hers, his hand feeling her warmth as it slid up her back to curl gently around the back of her neck.  He never knew such emotion was possible, that the simple act of walking in a room could possibly raise such emotion in him. He loved this woman, it was simple, it was pure, it was... all encompassing. 

"I love you Carol." She smiled, and wrapped her hands around his neck pulling him back for another brief, almost chaste kiss. As she pulled back she smiled and again his heart leaped. Such a simple act and it raised so much emotion. He knew he'd promised to stay away from her when they got back, not to put her job, her career in jeopardy, but he didn't know if he could do it.

"Are you ready? The others are about ready to go."

"I don't want this trip to end. I want to sit here with you all night, just us. I want to kiss you, touch you, make love to you."

"You don't want to go?"

"We have to John. These people, your friends, our friends have been so wonderful to me all week. I couldn't stay here, I need to let them know... Some how, that they are so special to me, that I really appreciate how they've treated me this week."

"It's going to be ok Carol, we have the rest of our lives to hang out, just you and me..."

"I just wanted you to know what I really want to do John." John laughed, a low rumble in his chest, his eyes twinkling and Carol felt her knees get weak. What this man could do to her, with a look, a smile, just the expression of his eyes.

"We'll do that when we get back?" He laughed a little self consciously.

"yes... we will..."

They held hands as they walked up the hill with the group. Sounds, laughter and music from the little bar could be heard from down the street. Carol had a feeling of dread, an under current of worry that she couldn't quite place. She wasn't scared like she got when she flew, but she could feel a twinge of... discord, disquiet... fear.

The group walked into the bar and were waved over to the large table. Kids from the other Chalets were sitting closely, talking loudly over the din of the music. Becky looked at John, her eyes hopeful, her glistening smile inviting. Her eyes turned brooding and dark when she looked at Carol and realized that her hand was intertwined with John's.

Marge settled next to Carol and the conversation took off as normal. Carol quieted the feeling of fear and the evening was spent listening to the students laugh, tease each other, joke. Carol watched John as the guys looked at him to see if he laughed at their jokes whether he paid attention to their stories, and Carol watched as John truly opened himself up in front of these people, his closest friends. He was normally so reserved... no, not really reserved, occupied maybe was a better word. She wondered where his mind went when he went off on a thinking jag, what did he think about so intensely.

As Carol started to come out of the bathroom, Becky walked in. 

"Hi" Carol's tone was quiet, guarded. 'Oh fuck... get me out of here now...' thought Carol.

"Carol, what do you want with John? Are you going to throw him away as soon as we get back? Is he your toy for the week?" Her tone of voice was biting, harsh.

"Becky, I'm sorry, I know you... have feelings for John... but no, I won't throw him away when we get back. This is serious, to me... and... to him."

"I think you're too old for him... I think you should leave him alone."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I don't."

"I'm warning you... Stay away from John... I'll give you tonight, but when we get back, stay away from him. He's mine."

"Uh, Becky, he's not yours... You don't have the right to tell me to do anything."

"Carol, I'll make you sorry you ever met him. I will... I swear it."

"Is that a threat?" Carol looked at this beautiful girl, at least she was beautiful most of the time. The pure hatred, the menace made her less than attractive, scary almost. "Who the fuck do you think you are little girl?"

"You'll find out. Don't fuck with me lady, leave him alone, stay away from him."

"You're sick Becky... you need help."  Carol walked out of the room and stormed across to John.

"John, please... can we leave? Now, I mean, please?"

John looked up at Carol and immediately stood up. 

"What's wrong Carol? What happened?"





John & Carol Ch. 02



"Just get me out of here... quickly, please?"

John grabbed their coats and they left the room. Carol walked with him but stayed out of his reach. He reached for her hand as they walked seeing the steam from her breath as she walked quickly.

"Carol what's wrong love?"

"It's that Becky bitch. Do you know she wants you... that she's laid claim to you?"

"She's what?" John looked at Carol as she continued her brisk pace towards the Chalet.

"She threatened me in the bathroom. She said she would give us tonight but after that I better stay away from you."

John finally managed to catch her hand, pulling her, turning her to face him. 

"She threatened you?"

"Yes, she said she would make me sorry I'd ever met you if I didn't leave you alone."

"God she's such an asshole. Carol I'm so sorry this happened. I know I became her flavor of the month about three weeks ago. I thought this would all blow over. Don't worry about it love, she'll have a new boy of the month in a week or two."

"John..." tears flowed freely down her cheeks. "Why does this have to be so difficult?"

John was trying to figure out if the tears were from sadness, anger, frustration. He put his arms around Carol and pulled her close to him, his head on her shoulder. 

"I love you Carol. A feeling like I've never felt before. I'm not going to let you go, I don't care what Becky says."

Carol smiled through her tears. It sounded so ridiculous, to be worrying about what a 21 year little girl was saying... He was right, she shouldn't waste her night with John worrying about it.

"John, take me back, take me to bed... Make love to me."

Their love making that evening was passionate, romantic, loving and intense. As they walked in her room he turned and kissed her gently, his lips just touching hers, parting slowly, tongues intertwining. She fell against him molding her body to him, her arms tight around his neck. She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get close enough. She longed for that feeling of oneness, to feel that which she'd only ever felt with John. His hands slid down, over her breasts.

"I love you Carol..." 

The warmth she felt brought tears to her eyes, the emotion almost overwhelming. All thoughts of tomorrow, of the real world creeping in left her as she kissed him back, hungrily. She felt the coolness of his hands on her stomach, sliding up, under her bra to cup her breast, her nipple hardening, a strong point against his palm. He pulled back tugging on the hem of her sweater and leaned back as she pulled it over her head. The house was quiet, only the sounds of their breathing disturbing the quiet. 

She wanted to give herself to him, completely. She wanted to tell him that anything he wanted to do with her was ok, she wanted to be a vessel for his pleasure, nothing other than a tool for him to use. She reached down and opened the clasp that held her pants at the waist, sliding them down over her hips, panties becoming a pool at her feet. She stepped back, her nakedness illuminated by the street light from outside.

"Take me John... Make love to me..."

John stepped forward, holding her tightly, feeling the firm responsiveness of her skin as he gently rubbed her back. The only thoughts in his mind was how to make this beautiful creature feel pleasure, how to make her happy beyond words, how to show her the depth of his love. His hand slid down between her legs, his fingers passing gently over her clit, gathering moisture from her center, dragging it up over the hardening shaft of her clit. Circling, just barely touching her he listened carefully, for a change in breathing patterns, a quiet moan in the semi darkness, something to tell him what she found pleasureable.

Her hips tightened as she slightly pushed against his fingers, the subtle message to increase pressure, his fingers pressed harder, circling faster, her knees began to bend.

"oh John... ohh, ohh..." moaning quietly in the darkness.

He felt her pleasure rise as her body became more tense, her thighs shaking slightly trying to remain upright she leaned back against the door, spreading her legs slightly, almost squatting to give him unencumbered access to her body. He slid his finger inside her, wetting, sliding through the lips of her center, wetting the tip of her clit, his fingers zeroing in on her pleasure center. Flicking the clitoral shaft back and forth, occasionally getting a burst of a grunt from her as his finger passed over the now exposed tip of her clit. She knew she was going to cum, she didn't hold back knowing as did he that his pleasure would be taken in hers.

Her head went back against the wall, her back arched, she let her hands fall from his back to press against the wall, leaving her completely open, completely vulnerable to his touch. She could feel the steel of his shaft press against her leg through his pants and it reminded her that she was naked, vulnerable, while he was clothed. The eroticism of the moment, the mental image of her splayed open for him, sending her over the edge, she began to slide down the wall as the tingles over came her body. Wave after wave of pleasure, she could feel her wetness sliding down the inside of her thigh and she had a momentary concern, shattered as she rose to her second crest. 

She thought he would stop as she was losing the ability to stand, the pleasure coursing through her body, taking strength, taking air she could not get fast enough. But his fingers, hesitated only a moment, plunging into her, passing over her special spot just inside, the pleasure changing, becoming more a glow less a spike as she rose once again. Her eyes closed, her head back, her legs spread...

"Oh no... oh... not ag... not again... John... john... unh..."

She slid down the wall John sliding with her, holding her, cradling her head, lowering her gently to the ground. He looked down at her, her hair splayed wildly, her eyes alight with sensation, emotion, her legs spread. John watched as her stomach muscles contracted with each wave of pleasure. Her arms went around his neck pulling him to her, her lips against his, opening, her tongue invading his mouth in her passion. She sucked his bottom lip, kissed him again groaning into his mouth as her pleasure played itself out.

"I love you John... more than I can tell you..." her voice was breathy.

John pulled her up, pulling his shirt over his head as they walked to the bed. She reached down and pulled the buckle of his belt, the button of his jeans, sliding them down around his ankles. She kneeled down in front if him, both hands sliding up on either side of his raging erection, outlining it with his boxers. She slid his boxers down and took the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue bathing it in warmth, her lips forming an 'O' as she slid down on his member.

He knew he would last another 3.2 seconds under this treatment. 

"Carol... please..." he pulled her up, pulling her with him as he laid on the bed.

He crawled up over her, between her legs and felt them rise on either side of him, her knees even with his shoulders, her hips cocked to give him complete access to her, complete depth. Her hand took him once again and he felt the tingles as she rubbed the head of his cock between her lips, wetting it, separating her lips, placing it at the pinnacle of her opening. He pushed gently and heard her grunt as the head popped through the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her channel. 

His hips moved under their own direction as he began to thrust inside her, building speed, building force, her hips moving in a reciprocal direction as she fucked his shaft, squeezing, trying to become the vessel of his pleasure, her goal... 

"fuck me John... Fuck me..." Words she had never used before, in a context she had never intended before. She felt his breathing, rapid, deep, the pure animalistic search for his pleasure taking over conscious thought. It was both making love and pure raw fucking simultaneously, the depth of their passion taking them both places they'd never been before.

"Carol... I can't... I don't..." She knew his concern, knew that it was the last lagging doubt to completely letting himself go, knew it was too late... knew that she was not in a fertile time... and she knew she was willing to risk it. 

"It's ok John... ohh... cum... cum with me!" she barely managed as she crested, his thickness giving her a feeling of fullness she'd never experienced before. She felt the warmth of his essence as it flooded her, he held still deep in her, only moving as the wave of pleasure ended with a stream of cum spurting into her. His head was on her shoulder, his face under her hair, his breath exploding against her neck. His body vibrated with tenseness as he unloaded. She wanted to turn and kiss him but wanted to turn away to allow him to get closer to her, allow his face deeper into the hollow of her neck. Her eyes open but unseeing as she focused on her pleasure and his.

"Carol... I love you... I love you so much... I can't even explain... can't say it enough... can't mean it more..."

"It's ok... It's ok love... I know... I know... I love you too..." He held her tightly as their hearts slowed, their breathing coming back to a normal pace. She felt safer than she ever had, and he felt more protective than ever before. It was right, it was home, they had found a new zone, a new level of comfort, naked in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow.

John and Carol laughed on the slopes that last day, skiing together, John helping Carol ski better as he had all week, learning... progressing. He was a kind and talented teacher. John was sad to see the day end knowing they had had their last night together and the bus trip loomed, then the real world would come crashing into their life. He knew he'd never be the same and couldn't stand the thought that Carol could lose her feelings for him in the real world. Would she be able to deal with everything she would be faced with? Would she decide that it was all too much?

Betsy had become increasingly distant to John during the week. She'd watched him with Carol and knew she missed her chance with him. That older bitch was never more than ten feet from John and wouldn't let her even have a brief conversation with John. 


She was determined, she'd never lost a boy in her entire life, it wasn't about John anymore, he was just a toy, one that she wanted. All she ever had to do was flutter her eyelids and boys did whatever she wanted. Why was this guy so special, why wasn't he interested in her? She knew she was young, beautiful, she turned down offers constantly. She was reserving herself for John and he wasn't even interested... the bastard.

She'd done everything but throw herself at him this week and he grew more and more distant. She had to get that older bitch gone,  Then John would notice her.

John and Carol talked quietly on the bus trip back, Carol even slept with her head on his shoulder, his hand in hers for a while on the return trip. Both of them grew more quiet as the miles clicked away, nearing the real world, rules, barriers and conflicts. 

"I don't know what I'll do if I lose her. This can't happen more than once in a life time..." John worried.

"I don't care what happens, I need him, I love him." Carol thought.

As they collected their bags and skis from the bus John looked at Carol. 

"I guess this is it huh? I go to my apartment, you go to yours... I don't even know your phone number."

Carol leaned up to John, kissing him chastely on his cheek, her arms circled him and on her tip toes she whispered in his ear... "John I'm in love with you... That's different than just loving you."

John leaned back and looked into Carol's eyes. Her knees became weak.

"I'm not sure I follow... is that a good thing Carol?"

"Loving you is something like I've never experienced before... Being in love with you is so much more my love."

Carol turned and walked to her car. She could barely see John walk to his battered pickup truck through her tears. She felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest and as if it would stop beating completely with each step he took toward his truck.

She walked into the house she had bought. Not huge but comfortable. Decorated warmly, efficient, over stuffed furniture, you could tell that it was a woman's place. It had felt like home from the very first moment she stepped into it. Now it felt cold and empty. 

Her phone rang as she was putting her bags down.

"Hello?"

"I'm in love with you too Carol."

"John! It's only been 20 minutes. How'd you get my number? Why are you calling me so soon? We said we were going to... stay away for a little while... to let things settle... Oh god! Do you understand how much I miss you already?"

"I needed to tell you something. I needed to tell you that you complete me. I never knew I wasn't complete. But now I know, and I know the only way I'll ever be complete is when we're together. Permanently, for real..."

"I love you John... Are we going to be ok? Are we going to get through this?"

"It's ok Carol. It'll work out."

"John, I'm frightened."

"I know Carol, me too but it's going to be ok, it'll all work out ok."

John hung up the phone and settled in front of his computer. He'd neglected his responsibilities for ten days now. It was time to concentrate and catch up. He was distracted, the one thing he could always count on was being able to concentrate on his work. It always took his worries away, his trivial thoughts, but in his mind, while he tried to work, were images of Carol. Her white sweater the first night, the one he took off her for the first time. Her smile, laying in bed the morning after, her hair in shambles, her make up smeared, eyeliner streaks down her cheeks. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

The next morning was the first in a string of mornings where John learned the concept of loneliness. He'd never felt it before, never understood that he could actually want to be with someone. He'd always been comfortable being alone, deep in thoughts, work, school... whatever. Now he couldn't get her out his mind.

It was 10 at night ten days later and he was settled in front of his computer when his phone rang. 

"John."

His heart leaped.

"Carol! Oh god baby... I... I... can't do this... I just can't do this anymore..."

"What? You can't... you don't want to talk to me? Oh god John!" Her voice rose in a plaintive wail and then John heard the click of the phone going dead and shortly afterward the monotonous dial tone as he held the phone in his hand, looking at it as if it would offer an explanation.

He hurriedly dialed her number but received only a busy signal.

'Oh god... I knew it was too good to be true... I knew I'd lose him when we got back... I need... Oh I'm so alone..." Carols' sorrow turned to weeping. She knew she was wallowing in self pity but without John she had no one to turn to.

She opened the whiskey bottle. She'd bought it for John and kept it on the counter. Waiting for the day that he came to her, that time when they didn't have to hide, didn't have to be apart... Now that day would never come. When she looked at it it reminded her of him. She took a pull from the neck of the bottle. Feeling the warmth of the brown liquid as it coursed through her stomach, the glow beginning. She turned and poured a glass dark with whiskey, two ice cubes and settled on the couch to wallow in her sorrow. The screeching of the off the hook phone finally died into silence, replaced by the screaming she felt inside, her stomach dropped, her pounding heart, the emptiness the worst emotion she'd ever felt. The emotional pain out weighing any physical pain she'd ever experienced.

Why had she let herself get pulled into that relationship? Why hadn't she followed her instincts, she knew it could never work, she knew he'd lose interest when they got back. She knew she'd never be the same because of it.

She was deep into her second glass when she heard the pounding on the door.

"Carol! Carol! Open the door love... please." 

Could it possibly be him?

She went to the door and pulled it open, stumbling with the dizziness of the whiskey.

"Wha... what are you doing here. I thought you couldn't handle this. I thought you didn't want me. You've broken my heart, you bastard." The venom in her voice was unmistakeable, crushing. "Leave. Leave now. Please dear god! Don't make this any worse than it has to be. Please John... If you ever felt anything for me don't make this worse. Just leave... just fucking leave!" Her voice rose to a shout.

"Carol, I love you."

"You love me... right. I was nothing other than a piece of ass to you. Nothing than a ski trip fling. I have one thing to say to you John... Fuck you!" Carol hit him on the chest, then hit him again... she began to cry again hitting his chest, slapping his face, she wanted to claw his eyes out, she wanted to hurt him as bad as he was hurting her. He put his arms around her as she beat on his chest. 

"Carol, I love you. It's more... I'm in love with you... I can't be without you any more. That's what I can't handle. That's what I can't live with. Being without you. I want to wake up with you in the morning. I want to go to sleep with you at night, I want to touch your face before I fall asleep, I want to feel your warmth when I wake. I want to be able to tell you I love you constantly, every time I think about it. Did you think I didn't want you? Don't you want me? Did I mean nothing to you? How can you really believe that you didn't mean anything to me... that you don't mean anything to me?"

Carol stopped crying, sniffling as she leaned back. 

"John, you better not be bullshitting me."

"I'm in love with you. You've taught me what that means. I don't care what happens I can't deal with being without you anymore."

"John..."

He looked at her expectantly, her eyes were glassy.

"Oh god... I'm going to... I'm going to throw up..." The dizziness of the booze combined with the massive injection of adrenaline, the emotion became too much for her to handle. She turned and fled into the apartment, he lost sight of her as she fled down the hall.

He walked down the hallway to find the bathroom door locked. He heard her voice behind the closed door.

"Oh god... please take me now... please... Please let me die."

He reached over the door and found the key hidden where she had left it, on the door sill above the door. She was laying on the floor of the bathroom in front of the toilet crying, her shoulders moving as she sobbed. He leaned down and picked her up, carrying her to the door. 

"Which way love?"

She nodded her head towards the bedroom and he gently placed her on the bed, pulling the covers up around her. The room spun violently and she thought she would throw up again as she passed into sleep.

Her eyes opened and the light was painful. She squinted as she tried to find the clock. Was it all a dream, a nightmare? Her mouth was dry and tasted foul. No, the drinking part was real... she had a world class hangover. She began to reflect on the events of the night before, the envelope waiting for her when she got home from work, calling John. She had a chill as she recalled her horror at his rejection, a tear ran down her cheek. Then she remembered being in his arms, and oh god! Running down the hall. She didn't remember being carried to the bedroom but she knew it had to be him. She'd completely ruined everything. How could he still want her? She couldn't blame him.

John was sitting in the living room when she emerged. Hockey on TV he sat quietly, the sound low. He looked up as she walked into the room.

"How ya feelin love?"

"Death can't come soon enough." Her voice was rough almost a croak. "I'm sorry John... I thought... I thought you didn't want me anymore... and I couldn't handle it. I'm not a drinker... I mean I don't drink often and never to excess... I guess it's hard to believe right now... but it's true." She tried to lean back, to avoid him as he rose and approached her. "Don't John... I have to... brush my teeth..."




John & Carol Ch. 02



John put his arms around her. "I love you Carol I really and truly do. You didn't realize that? You couldn't see how much I love you when we were in the mountains. I hate being away from you, I can't stand waking up without you by my side. I've never felt this way before... it's so intense..."

"John, it's over..."

"what? What's over?"

"My career... I got a... I got a letter from the school last night. That's what upset me enough to break through the promise... that we would stay away from each other until you graduated. I know it's Becky... The school said that they had been..." she raised her arms making quote signs in the air, "informed that there was a romantic relationship between me and a student. They said it was a breach of the morality clause of the contract. They said I have to come to a disciplinary hearing on Thursday next week, at 2. I don't know what to do John. I... I didn't know who to turn to."

"Oh god Carol. I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry. Because of me you're going to lose... your hard work. Shit."

"John, what am I going to do? How am I going to be able to afford my house, my bills... I just bought this place."

"Carol, don't worry about the money. It doesn't matter. We'll be ok."

Carol snorted in derision. "Oh Mr. student, living on nothing a month. You're going to help huh? What are you going to do, get a job at the convenience store?"

"Carol... you promised to turn off the bitch thing."

Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked at him, the hurt softening, seeing an equal hurt in his eyes. She saw the emotion on his face and came to a sudden and clear realization that yes, he did love her, in spite of everything, in spite of last night... he loved her.

"I'm sorry John. I just... I don't know what to do. You can't afford to help. Your Dad's a tool maker for crying out loud. You can't have extra... I know you can't help but I needed... I needed you... John."

John looked at her in silence, an expression Carol had never seen before, he was lost in thought, deeper even than his normal expression. "Carol, pack a bag. Enough for three days. Now. It's time for you to meet my parents. I need to show you some things. I need you to understand more about me and this is the only way I can do it for you to fully understand."

"John don't be ridiculous. We can't drive anywhere. I have to get an attorney, I have to figure out what I can do."

"Carol... trust me. Please. Just do what I ask. I'll be back in an hour to pick you up."

Carol rode in silence in his pickup truck finally breaking the silence as they turned on the road labeled "Airport."

"Where are we going?"

John pointed at the sign, smiling as if it was obvious.

"John, really, where are we going?"

"You're going to meet my folks. We have to fly to get there. It's about a three hour flight."

"How can you afford this?"

"It's easy, I'm not paying for it. Just relax love."

Carol watched in silence as John parked his pickup, grabbed their bags out of the back and pulled her into the private terminal. 

A white jet, a small one pulled up outside the terminal as Carol sat and watched. John stood and pulled her hand. 

"Our ride's here." 

As they walked out of the terminal the pilot opened the door, stairs slowly lowering from the body of the jet and a tall dark haired man with a pilot's cap, white shirt and black tie stepped out of the plane, looked around and smiled when he saw John.

"Hello Mr. DeJohn."

"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you... it's John." Sam smiled and shook John's hand.

"And this is our other passenger? We were told to expect two? Do you have any other bags?" he asked as he took John and Carol's overnight bags from John's hand. "You didn't bring much."

"We have to come back tomorrow or the day after depending on what Mom has planned."

Sam smiled. "Your mom can be a formidable woman John."

They got on the plane and settled into plush light brown leather seats. Sam walked through the cabin door and settled in his seat. He called over his shoulder...

"Your dad said that Sharon didn't have to come this time... she was out and would've been a couple of hours getting to the airport so it's just me and Henry. You want to ride up front? You know where the drinks are... the booze too right?"

"Not this time Sam. And yeah I know where it is. Want something to drink Carol?"

The pilot smiled as the engines began to whine and the plane began to taxi forward, he reached back and pulled the door shut.

"John, what the hell is going on? Who's jet is this?"

"It's Dad's little one. He has a bigger one when he travels overseas."

"But you told me that your Dad was a tool maker... and that he... ships things."

"He does. He developed a machine that binds layers of composite materials in different shapes and supplies that machine to manufacturers. His clients are Boeing, Lockheed Martin, GE McDonnell Douglas, among others. Defense contractors primarily."

"I Imagined that he was a little old man, bent over his workbench making wrenches."

"Most people do..."

"And you said he ships things."

Well, actually, Mom ships things. Her father owned a shipping business."

"Let me guess. It's not a Mail Boxes store."

John laughed. "No, Mom ships grain primarily... internationally... on trucks she owns to ships she owns through port facilities that the family has owned for years. My Grandfather had one daughter, she has one son. Me. I'm in school for the degree, so Mom can explain why she's leaving the business to me. I like Dad's business more, I like the hands on thing better, but Mom's offices are in the same building... Dad's philosophy has been to hire really good people and then get out of the way. Mom's a little more hands on. I don't know what Dad's going to want to do with his business eventually."

"Your mom owns ships?"

"We used to have more... we only have 27 left, she contracts the rest of the shipping now. I worked on one of them for a while when I was 16. Since then I've been in Dad's business. There isn't any piece of equipment I can't operate. My Dad always said that you should never ask an employee to do something that you yourself aren't willing to do. So I couldn't decide if I would be willing to do it if I didn't know how to work the machines."

Carol sat back trying to take it all in as the plane lifted smoothly into the air. She didn't talk during their trip until the plane landed, she watched Washington pass just to the south of the plane as it descended into Baltimore. She held tightly onto John as they got in a black limo, and watched quietly as they drove through the suburbs and pulled into an industrial area. They passed through iron gates and up to a building, red brick with splashes of bronze, tinted windows on the building gave it an imposing image. 

"Hey Adrienne, is Dad around?"

"John! Oh my god! How are you! What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" She rose and came around the counter to hug John enthusiastically. She was well heeled in a gray skirt, white blouse and gray jacket. Her hair graying slightly, she gave John a motherly hug. 

"The list, as always, is long and checkered."

"Look at you! You keep growing John. I haven't seen you in months and it looks like you're an inch taller!"

"Adrienne, you say that to me every time I come here and I haven't grown an inch in the past three years." John laughed. "Is he in?"

"He's expecting you. He's buzzed me every 5 minutes for the past three hours asking if you were here yet. Shit..."

She reached down and picked up the ringing phone. "Yes sir. He's here, coming right in. Find something for him to do John, take him somewhere today, if he rings me again I'm going to shoot him." She said as she hung up the phone. 

John laughed and pulled Carol to the door.

"Hey Dad!" A tall, thin, well dressed man with silver hair rose from behind the massive desk, littered with papers. 

"The prodigal son returns. This is the girl we talked about?"

"yeah Dad, this is Carol."

"She is very pretty son... You must be very special." He turned to look at Carol, those same piercing brown eyes. "John has never said a word about his girlfriends before. I was starting to worry that maybe he was... umm... Light in the loafers perhaps?" Mr. DeJohn laughed at the shocked look on Carol's face as he walked to her smiling. He took her out stretched hand in hers and leaned over to kiss her gently on the cheek. "You look a little uncomfortable Carol. Here, take a seat, can I get you a drink?"

"I'm sorry... I uh... I'm a little shocked... I mean..."

"I told her you were a tool maker Dad, and she thought you made wrenches. This is a lot for her to take in all at once... Know what I mean?"

"Oh shit! That's too funny... Carol, I have an associate on his way that would like to talk to you... He'll be here in about an hour. Do you have the energy for me to give you a little tour of what we do here?"

Mr. DeJohn took Carol by the hand and led her from the office, John trailing behind. Their tour of the plant and assembly building took a little over an hour. The workers in the factory stopped what they were doing as they walked by, most having a short conversation with either John or his father. It was clear that there was no restriction on familiarity between upper level management and blue collar workers. John and his Dad asked about kids, wives, knew what was going on, which were sick, which kids played what sport, it was obvious that John cared about these people and that these people were genuinely fond of both John and his father.

"Carol, this is Andrew... Andrew Cohen from our attorney's office." Mr. DeJohn said as they walked back in his office a little over an hour later. "He took a look at your contract with the university and can give you an idea of what's going to happen when you get back to school. He told me there was nothing to worry about. He'll be there next week to represent you."

Mr. Cohen was a short heavy set man in a dark gray suit and white shirt whose buttons looked as if they were straining to contain his girth. His balding head the finishing touch on the perfect image of the lawyer shrew in the back office.

"How'd he get a copy of it?"

"We got it from the University. He told them he was representing you and they forwarded not only the contract but the letter as well. He's convinced that the contract is unenforceable, that the provision is unconstitutional and infringes on your rights and he started the first salvos of what looks like an argument that is going to be entertaining to watch based on potential libel and defamation in the letter."

"Carol, let me ask you a couple of questions. Let's start with this. Do you really want to stay employed there or would you prefer to work somewhere else? Are you interested in counter suing for defamation? There's a bunch of interesting case law that shows what they are doing is about as enforceable as a non-compete clause in a salesman's employment contract." He laughed as if that were common knowledge to any person with an IQ above room temperature.

"I need you to sign these forms giving me power to negotiate on your behalf and I'll get right into it. This should really be fun. The President of the University really doesn't seem to be a very nice guy."

"It's just that... well... I worked so hard to get tenure... and now, they want to take it away from me. It just isn't fair."

"Don't worry about a thing Carol. I'll be back with you before next week, will you be here in the meantime or should I reach you at home?" Carol looked to John for guidance. John the student, tens year her junior, showing a calm confident air she'd never seen before in people ten years older than her, twenty years his senior, but it seemed so natural in him. She was momentarily distracted with the confirmation that it was his persona she was in love with, and as frightening as it was to her, his apparent wealth meant nothing to her. She looked at Mr. DeJohn and found it obvious where he got that confidence trait.

"She's going to meet Mom next. We'll probably go back tomorrow sometime. If you need her either call on my cell or at the house. Ok?"

"Got it."

"come on love, let's go meet Mom."

"John, go ahead I'll be right behind you... ok?"

John looked at Carol, then at his Dad, kind of shrugged and walked out of the room.

"Mr. DeJohn, I had to ask. Why are you doing all of this?"

"Carol, John has been talking to me about you since he got back from that ski trip. I've tried to get him to talk to me about his girlfriends before and I always had the impression that they didn't mean much to him. He never got excited about them before, never really had anything to say. I was shocked when he called me out of the blue just to tell me that he'd met somebody. I was even more shocked when he left me with the impression that the only reason you don't walk on water is because you don't want to get your shoes wet.

"He talks about you the same way I felt and thought about his mother when I met her almost 40 years ago. This isn't a passing fancy with him. I've never seen him like this before. This separation you two have gone through really bothers him. He hates not being able to talk to you. He's told me over and over... if he mentions it again I may have to shoot him." Mr. DeJohn smiled.

"Helping you is important to him and is therefore important to me. That was before I read the letter and had a little looking into it done. Now I'm really interested and what they're trying to do to you really pisses me off."

"The university you mean?"

"Not only them. I know the attorneys who wrote the letter, and I know their clientele. A pretty unsavory bunch. I can't understand why they'd get involved in this unless they were being prompted by someone. I want to make sure who, and I want to make sure you and John stay safe. I don't mean to frighten you... it's probably nothing, but I want to make sure."

"I love him too you know. It's like nothing I've ever felt before. I loved him before I knew he had..." she raised her arms, "all this."

"I know dear... I could see it in your eyes, the way you look at him. Everything's going to be ok Carol. Just take care of my boy ok?"

The Limo pulled through a gate in the brick wall. Carol watched as the limo drove up the curving driveway to the main house of the estate. The pillars in front of the house reminded her of Gone with the Wind, the circular drive turning into brick as it approached the house. The lawn was dark green and faded away into the distance as a smooth carpet. Even in the winter it appeared barefoot soft.

"Hey Mom!" John yelled as they walked through the door, sounding like the 21 year old kid that he was. "where are you? Come meet Carol!" Carol had a suddenly clear image of John, 12 years old, coming in from playing in the yard in shorts. It reminded her of how aware he was of his surroundings, how he'd shown her things that were in front of her all the time that she'd never noticed. She was starting to understand how special John really was, what he was doing for her aside. He could've been affected by the wealth but it seemed like it made him want to take care of people more, to be there to support anyone he could. God he made her love him in so many ways. The more she learned about him, what made him tick, what he thought, how he thought the more she loved him.

The obvious wealth surrounding her scared her. She didn't belong here, she wasn't from this society. It was as foreign to her as ancient societies long since dead. She wondered what he could possibly see in her.

A thin woman, young looking but with wise eyes walked down the circular stairway to the lobby. 

"You must be Carol! I am so glad to meet the woman that tamed the beast! I thought he'd never find a girl. He's never brought anyone to the house before. I always kind of felt he was embarrassed of us." She kept talking, a very fast pace and Carol came to the conclusion that this woman could talk. Seriously talk. She concluded that John definitely didn't get his quietness from her side of the family. 

Carol listened to her, watching John smile at her from across the room as his mother talked. Although she talked to fill the silence, the subject was lost to Carol and Carol thought it was probably lost on John's mom too. But when Carol looked at her eyes they were intelligent, deep. Carol realized that John's mom was probably as nervous as Carol was.

Pulling her up the stairs to show her where her room was. It was palatial. The bedroom almost equal in area to her house back home. She was quiet and looked over the woman's shoulder to see John leaning on the door jamb smiling at her. Mrs. Dejohn finally clued in.

"Well, dear, you make yourself comfortable, there's towels in the bath if you want a shower, that old jet of Jack's always makes me feel so dirty. I hate those fuel smells and the air is always so dry I feel like I'm going to turn to dust and blow away. Dinner will be served in a couple of hours, when Jack gets home." She walked quickly out of the door and disappeared down the stairs.

"Are you ok? You haven't said much."

"John... I don't know what to say... why didn't you tell me you were... ummm"

"We call it 'comfortable' Carol."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"How was I supposed to do that? Just come out and blurt that I'm well off because I was born to the right people? That I'm getting all this handed to me, that I finally realized what an incredible responsibility this is? Does it really matter? I mean between you and me?"

"I don't... John, this is another world to me... I... I don't... fit in." The tears began to trickle down her cheek. She was so in love with this man and it hurt so badly to think that they didn't belong together, that she wasn't good enough for him.

"What do you mean you don't fit in? That's ridiculous."

"I'm a... I teach in college... I uhh..."

"Carol, you don't have to be anything other than you. I fell in love with the way you think, the expressions on your face, the way your eyes twinkle when you see something that interests you. The way your eyebrows knit when you concentrate. These trappings... yeah mom and dad have done well with what they were given, from what my grandfathers built. They've made it more successful, but they taught me that it's not the money that matters, it's not the things we have, it's the people that we live with, interact with, the people that we're responsible for. You're the one person I want to spend time with, the one person I'm so afraid won't like me, won't... love me.

I know it's a lot to take in, but none of it matters to me. You matter to me. Mom and Dad know that, not only because I told them. They could hear it in my voice every time I talked about you. They wanted to meet you, the real you, not some woman trying to fit in."

"Oh John... I want to believe that so desperately. I do... but... I... I don't know."

John stepped to her, his arms encircling her waist, he leaned over to kiss her, softly, emotionally.

"I just wanted you to know me... the whole me. Everything that makes me... me, I guess. I love you Carol. Do you love me? I mean truly love me?"

Carol looked John in the eye, unable to look away, her knees as weak as they were the first time he looked at her. 

"Yes I love you... You can't tell?"

John smiled softly, brushing his lips against hers, whispering... "yes I can tell... I just like to hear it over and over again."

Carol hugged John tightly, feeling for the first time that perhaps everything was going to be ok. John pulled her hand and said "Come on... let's go talk to Mom. She's really excited to have you here."

Carol, John and Mrs. DeJohn settled in the living room. Carol learned that Mrs. DeJohn was actually very bright, friendly, warm even. She was interested in Carol, what she did, what it was like to teach, what it was like to have everything she'd worked for her entire life at risk. Carol saw the genuine fondness she had for her son and felt that fondness transferred to her. 




John & Carol Ch. 02



"Well, I have to run to the office for an hour or so, I'll ride back with your dad. Dinner will be ready by the time I get back ok? Or do you want something now?"

"I'll be ok till dinner, I want to go upstairs and lay down a while if that's ok..."

John walked quietly into Carol's room a short time later to find Carol laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. 

"Hey."

"I thought you'd never come. John... tell me you love me... please."

"I love you Carol. I love you so much... I've... I've been thinking..."

"What John?" The feeling of trepidation that Carol was finally able to put to rest came back with a vengeance, the empty feeling in her stomach, the tenseness in her shoulders. It was almost too much to bear.

"I've decided something... I... I can't... God I wish I could just spit this out."

"John what is it?" She could tell he was nervous, it was the first time she'd ever seen him unsure of himself, the first time she'd ever really seen him worried and it frightened her.

"Carol, I've decided that I want you. I mean... well, I want you that way too, but I mean I want to be with you... I mean really with you. I want to live with you forever, everyday, I mean, like... wake up with you, go to bed with you, have you there when I get home, be there when you get home, make a home with you..."

"You mean you want to live together?" Carol asked incredulously.

John laughed. "Yeah well, kind of... I... umm, Carol... I want to marry you... I know I'm younger than you, I know you could have any guy you wanted, the smartest, brightest guys around. I know we've only known each other a couple of weeks but... You've changed me... You've shown me I'm not complete without you. You're so beautiful, so smart, funny, there's nothing I don't like about you... even when you snore at night it's cute. I hate being apart from you. I know I'm not as experienced as you are, I know I'm young... but I... I just love you. You're such a part of me..."

Carol just looked at John, her mouth slightly opened, not sure what to say, surprised at the level of emotion she was feeling, not trusting her voice at that time.

"Carol, think about it ok? Pretty soon you'll be 35 and I'll be 25 and then you'll be 40 and I'll be 30 and it won't matter as much will it? I mean, I know I'm not much of a catch I know..."

John stopped talking as Carol rose from the bed and took his hands in hers facing him. 

"I love you John, whether you're 20 or 30 or 40. It doesn't matter to me. I want to hold you, to kiss you..." she giggled. "and yes... I want to do that too... today, tomorrow, everyday for the rest of our lives. Yes, I want to marry you. Yes I want to be part of you... part of your life. You do have to ask my dad ya know but yes I'll marry you."

John stroked her hair, kissing her lightly, moaning as she took his lip between hers, suckling gently on it. She pulled his body tightly against her, pressing her breasts against his chest feeling the warmth, the growing hardness. 

"Oh god John we can't... not here, not now... What if your mom or dad comes home..."

John took her hand and pulled her out of the room they kissed at the top of the stairs, the bottom of the stairs, between each shot of pool as they waited for Mr. and Mrs DeJohn to come home. The DeJohn family was ecstatic to hear the news that they had a new member of the family. 

John and Carol left the next day, flying to the Airport near Carol's house to meet her parents. 

John was more nervous than he'd ever been walking into Carol's modest family home. Her mother was trim, a beautiful older version of Carol. Slim, attractive, her silver hair pulled tightly into a bun behind her head. They sat in the kitchen as Carol's mother finished the preparations for dinner. 

"You're young." The deep booming voice coming from the doorway startled John. He turned and saw a tall man standing at the door to the Kitchen.

"Yes sir, I am."

"She told us you were but I didn't expect you to be this young."

"I'm sorry sir... I uh, I'm uh..."

Bob started to laugh at John's unease. John turned to look at Carol as she gave her father a pleading look. "Are you old enough to drink?"

"Yes sir. I am. Just barely." John smiled self consciously.

"Let's go in the study and have a drink while they finish dinner."

"Yes sir."

John followed Bob into the study. Bob walked to the bar in the wall. "What'll you have. I have all the normal stuff."

"A whiskey... and ginger ale please."

"Man after my own heart. So, what are your intentions with my daughter. She had a guy that seemed to be pretty interested in her but it ended. I'm not sure how or why."

"Sir, with your blessings... I'd like... well, I'd like to marry your daughter."

Bob laughed with a snort. "Right! And you're going to support her? How are you going to do that?"

"Um... money won't really be an issue sir. I have a job waiting for me when I get out of school, and Carol has a pretty nice job... we'll get by. That's not the most important issue though. The fact is that I love your daughter... I'm in love with your daughter. I know it hasn't been for very long but... well, she's taught me what that means."

"She's a part of this family... I want to make sure she remains a part of this family."

"If you give us your blessings sir, I'd like that very much. I'd like you all to be part of my family too..."

"Ok, that's settled. No marriage until you're finished school. Got it?"

"Yes sir. I do. I graduate after this semester."

"So what is this job you have lined up after school? Doing what?"

"My family has a couple of businesses. I'll be working in them."

"What businesses?"

"My father owns DeJohn Industries, and my mother owns IPS shipping."

"No shit. Really? I know of DeJohn industries, what will you be doing?"

Bob was captivated, hearing John talk about his work, the machines, the intricacies of international shipping, tariffs, taxes, importation duties, government subsidies. He came to realize that John really did know what he was doing.He gave his blessing on the impending union, thanking John for having the courtesy to ask him for his permission. 

When they finally walked back into Carol's house the third day after leaving, Carol stopped John at the door.

"I've been... I've been thinking..."

"About what Carol? Second thoughts?"

"No silly... I've been thinking... dirty things. Really dirty things for three days."

"Dirty things?" John laughed. "Like what?"

"Well, it started when you asked me to marry you. I wanted to make love to you so bad. To hold you, to make you feel good. To show you my love... and then we couldn't and we couldn't on the plane... I thought about it ya know... Joining the mile high club..." Carol giggled quietly, a little self consciously. 

"No way! Really?"

"Yeah but Sam kept coming back to check on us... and I couldn't... I mean we couldn't. So I just kept thinking. John, I want to do everything with you. I want to... do things... to you I mean... and have you do things to me... dirty things. Fun things. I want to try stuff. I've never been like this before. Never actually thought about it... sex I mean... before. It was just, something I had to do... but now I want it. I think about it constantly with you. I look at you and think about you naked... about you... hard. I want to hold you, there I mean. I want to stroke you, I want to watch you... I mean really watch you. Is that ok John...? God I feel so slutty... so... dirty. So excited."

Carol blushed with the admission of her dirty thoughts. She looked at John with hope, concern, desire.

John stepped closer to Carol. "I just want to hold you Carol, anything more than that is a bonus."

"But John... sometimes I want to... make love to you and sometimes... well, I want to play. Do you know what I mean? I've never felt this way before. I've never thought about... those things before."

John took her in his arms, leaned down and lightly kissed her cheek, her nose and finally her lips. He marveled at their softness, the warm moisture of her tongue, the tingles he felt as her body molded to hers. He held her tightly with one arm, his other hand sliding slowly up her body, sliding over the side of her breast, cupping her, feeling her nipple harden in his palm as he squeezed gently. 

"Promise me something?" he whispered quietly.

"Anything John."

"If we do something you don't like, or you're uncomfortable with, you'll tell me, and you'll tell me things you want to do too? It won't be only me starting things?"

"I've wanted to do this for days." Carol blushed, and kissed John's chest, sliding down slowly in the hall falling softly to her knees. "Don't move... Don't touch me, ok?" she slowly lowered John's zipper, her hand stealing inside, gripping his hardening cock. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, puddling at his calves. Her hadn wrapped around his cock and slid slowly up and down. He twitched with each stroke as it passed over the ridge of his crown, his cock now throbbing.

"I love you Carol." 

"Shhh." Her tongue reached out and touched the tip of his cock, licking softly like and ice cream cone, her hand continuing its ministrations. Her mouth opened slightly, her lips pursed on the end, her tongue slithering out, continuing to tease the head of his cock as she stroked him. She pulled back. "I've never done this before... tell me if I do something wrong ok?"

John could only groan as she leaned back to take him between her lips. He watched as her cheeks hollowed with the suction, her head pressing down to take more of him in her mouth, her hand wrapped around what she couldn't or wouldn't take in. His cock felt like velvet covered steel in her hand, the tip soft and a little spongy. She tasted saltiness, a slightly bitter taste in her mouth as she stroked him. Her head began to bob up and down, her lips traveling his length, her tongue flicking against the top. She could tell he was getting close as his cock throbbed in her mouth, his thighs beginning to vibrate, his knees bending slightly. She looked up at him to see his hands against the wall as if holding on for support, his eyes looking at hers as she slid her lips over his cock faster and faster, her hand keeping time with her mouth.

She watched as his eyes began to lose focus, began to roll back in his head, his hips beginning to thrust slightly, almost imperceptibly as she went down on the instroke. This was the most sexual she had ever felt, she reveled in the feeling of power, the feeling of love she got giving John pleasure. She loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth, his pressing desire for pleasure, his struggle to maintain control. She wondered what it would be like when he came, would she like the taste, the texture... did she really care? She wanted John to feel pleasure, she wanted him to want her as bad as she wanted him, she wanted to concentrate on his pleasure.

"Carol... I'm going to... I can't... shit..." his head went back and she pulled back to watch the first eruption of cum explode from his cock. A white streamer that went over her head, she felt it land in her hair. The force of it as it came out of his cock surprised her. His groan loud, animal like as he thrust his cock forward again, she placed her lips over his cock to feel the force of the second shot against her tongue, and again another shot. She opened her mouth allowing the white nectar to flow back over his cock, lubricating her hand as she stroked the rock hardness, and felt the throbbing pulses as he continued to ejaculate for her.

His knees buckled and he slid down the wall, she continued to stroke him as he shuddered in the aftershocks, breathing hard, groaning softly.

"Oh my God Carol..."

"Did that feel good love? I loved that... I loved doing that for you... for me."

"You've really never done that before?"

"I've never wanted to John. I wanted to do that for you. I want to do so much more... things... I can't... I'm too embarrassed to tell you."  John kissed her softly, lips touching, tasting himself on her lips, her tongue as her mouth opened, suckling on his tongue as she had only moments before on his cock. He loved this woman more than he ever fathomed he could possibly love someone.

They lay on the bed, her head on his chest breathing quietly in the darkness. 

"Do you really think it was Becky?"

"She threatened me John, who else could it be?" 

"Thursday is going to be interesting. Is it alright if I come to the hearing?"

"I don't know John, it makes me feel so alone... I know you want to come but I don't know if it's the smart thing to do. We'll have to ask Mr. Cohen. Ok?"

"Are you ok if it doesn't go well? I mean, you don't really have to work if you don't want to. I know you worked so hard to get your tenure, but the money doesn't really matter, know what I mean?"

"I'm not going to live off you, off your money. I won't do it."

"Carol, it's our money now. You'll get used to it in time... it's not like... a disease or anything. It's actually kind of nice, you'll see."

"John, I want to work, I want to be... I don't know... productive maybe."

"Ok love, we'll see this thing through. I wonder if Becky is going to be there."

"I wonder when Mr. Cohen is going to call."

John kissed the top of her head, his hand rubbing her back. She felt the tenseness in his cheek as he smiled. "So, what else do you want to try?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wanted to try new things... new... um... stuff."

To be continued?

Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you've enjoyed it and found it entertaining. One of the other authors said something that has really stuck with me. I wish I could remember who it was, I'd quote him. What he said was that it takes a lot of time to write a story either good or bad. It only takes moments to vote and comment either publically or privately to the author. It's the only compensation we get. Please let me know what you think.

Thanks

JJ 



John & Carol



At lunch, in the lodge at the midpoint, he took a tray full of food and made his way into the large seating area. Empty seats were sprinkled here and there through the thick crowd. He looked closer and saw a chair next to a woman with long brown hair and quickly walked towards it. Carol looked at him as he sat down.

"Hi." He said.

She looked across the room, nodding. "Your friends are over there."

"I know, but is it ok if I sit with you?"

"Why? All I seem to be able to say to you is 'fuck you'"

Again that warm smile she saw a glimpse of on the mountain. Her heart fluttered.

"Well, I haven't really been the great orator either have I?"

"You bring out the bitch in me."

"I noticed." That made her smile and his heart leaped. Her smile was every bit as beautiful as he thought it would be. "You have a pretty smile."

He watched her face as it registered surprise, then something he couldn't quite interpret, then anger. The smile disappeared quickly.

"Like I said your friends are over there."

"Carol, Doctor Quinlan, can we try to be friends? Can we try not to hate each other for the rest of the week? I'm not sure what I've done."

"How do you know my last name?" Her tone once again that of the bitch. He smiled and pointed to her chest. Her name was embroidered on the sweatshirt, one of her tenure presents from her graduate student. Her cheeks flushed.

"Fuck you."

"Now... why this time?"

"You embarrass me."

"You asked and I answered." He stood up, reached for his tray, his face an expressionless mask. She reached out and grabbed his wrist, his heart fluttered when she did. He looked down at her long smooth fingers.

"Please... don't walk away... I'm... I'm sorry."

"Why not? Haven't quite reached your quota of 'fuck you's' for the day?"

"I'm sorry, I... I... I'm kind of out of place here, I don't know anyone, and even though I keep saying fuck you, you're the only one I've spoken to. It's going to be a really long week, Please... Stay... peace. Ok?"

She couldn't believe that all that flowed from her mouth. It was almost as if she vomited the words they flowed so quickly and inexorably from her. She was stricken and her eyes started to water. She was the professor, the calm strong professional woman and here she was, sitting in front of a kid at least 10 years younger than she was feeling more vulnerable than she ever had before.

His heart fluttered, he so desperately wanted to reach out and take her into his arms, to hold her and protect her. 

"I'll tell you what Dr. Quinlan. If you stop saying nothing other than fuck you to me, I'll do my best not to embarrass you. Deal?"

"You're doing it again..."

"Doin' what?"

"You're taking the only two words I can seem to put together away from me. What will we talk about?"

"Ya know I was wondering the exact same thing for four hours on the bus yesterday. What do you talk to the most beautiful physics professor that ever walked the face of the earth about?"

"That was a compliment right?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't it be?"

"The 'physics professor' part makes me sound like a 60 year old bald headed fat man. It wouldn't be hard to be the most beautiful physics professor now would it?"

"You have nothing to worry about Dr. Quinlan"

"My name's Carol." And she smiled at him.

"That's the second time you've said that to me today... I liked this time better." His heart fluttered again as she smiled at him.

She turned out to be a lot easier to talk to than John had considered possible. She laughed easily, she seemed interested in what he had to say, she talked passionately about her work. She had a habit of leaning towards him when she found something significant, or to emphasize the subject. John found himself leaning towards her, wishing he could just kiss her. He focused on her lips as she spoke and found himself drifting off, wondering how soft they were, how she kissed, what she would do if he leaned in towards her, slowly, tilting his head....

"John... John... you there?"

"Uh, umm... huh? Yeah... Hey, do you want to ski? We've got time for another run or two before we have to head down."

"No you go ahead, I'm going to start down now... Maybe if I get down there a little early I'll get the shower first." She smiled at John and again his heart fluttered. 

"Is it alright if I come with you?"

"To the shower? I don't think so!" she laughed, a sound he felt intensely compelling... smooth, soft, honest. His mind instantly filled with thoughts of what she looked like in the shower. 

'God.' John thought. 'this is going to go no where. What could she possibly see in me? She's right, I should go, I wonder what's going on tonight? Shit... I don't even care.'

"I guess I'll find someone we know out there. Thanks Carol, I really enjoyed the lunch." He smiled that smile she found fascinating. She found herself wishing she could make him smile over and over again. 

'What could he possibly see in me... I'm practically old enough to be his mother. Ok I would've been 10 when I had him but still... He'll go after the blonde... I don't have a chance.'

He reached out and took her hand, his intense look into her eyes as he shook it shook more than her hand. She watched him as he walked out of the room and watched through the windows as he put on his skis. She saw 'the blonde' ski up to him as he pushed his way to the chair lift, her smile full of anticipation as he got on the lift with her and their chair lifted up into the blue sky. Carol couldn't understand the intense dislike she felt for the blonde and the feeling of sadness that swept over her.

"Hey John! I've been looking for you all day!" Becky said.

"I was just eating lunch."

"Well, now that I found you... let's go! This red slope's really cool, it's been a blast all day. That's where everyone else is. Where have you been all day? I've been skiing with Bob and Bill, Marge was with us for a while too... we're going out tonight... to a bar in town... want to go? I only fell once today, lost my skis and everything it was so funny..."

Becky kept up the inane banter but John was lost to it. On his mind was the ease with which he could talk to Carol, the warmth he felt sitting with her. The anticipation he felt, wanting to get back down, to see her again, if even just across the room. He'd never felt this way about a woman before, never really cared before. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? He knew it was useless, there's no way she'd be interested in him.

"Ok, then... we'll ski down and come up one more time... then when we get down we'll get ready and you'll meet us at the bar right?"

"Uh... yeah sure..." 

'Aw shit.' John thought, what did I do that for? 

"Uh, Becky, I'm getting tired, I'm just going to ski down to the Chalet from here. Ok?"

"Hey! There's Marge, ok John... but I'll see you tonight right? You promised..."

He didn't remember promising. "Probably."

He started down the slope, skiing skillfully and fast, finally concentrating on nothing other than the bumps in front of him, eyes scanning the slope, picking out the best route, adjusting, checking speed, feeling the acceleration as he smoothly shifted his weight from side to side, knees absorbing the shocks. He passed the halfway point, the bottom of the chair lift and watched the cable car working it's way up the hill, now empty on the way up, a few people in the car headed down. He looked to see if he could see Carol's skis, a glimpse of Carol on the cable car, anything, but it was too far away. 

As he neared the end of the run he saw her. Standing cross wise to the slope, leaning on her pole talking to a guy. He looked older than her, well dressed, stupid hat. She smiled and laughed at something he had said. John was looking at her when the mogul came out of no where. His knees couldn't absorb all of the shock and he launched into the air. 

'Oh fuck!' John thought as his eyes, now totally focused, tried to calculate his landing area. It was going to be close, but if he could just hang a little farther he'd reach the far side of the bump, it smoothed out beyond it and maybe he could get it under control. It was going to be close.

Carol was listening to Jim's jokes, a strained smile on her face, wanting nothing more than to get to the Chalet. She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye, the movement in the air, and as she turned her head she watched John smoothly land, his turns slowing his speed, she watched as he navigated the final few bumps before the end of the slope. The power and gracefulness as he controlled his decent made her heart flutter once again. 'What is it about that fucking guy. He never even looked at me, the bastard. Why is he so fascinating? God I wish I was 10 years younger.'

John leaned over to take his skis off and Carol said, "Jim, I really have to go... Maybe I'll see you tomorrow ok?"

"Carol, come to dinner with me, I have reservations but I know the kids are going to want to go their own way, please..."

"Jim, I'm tired. I'm really not up to it tonight, perhaps a rain check?"

"I'll see you tomorrow then? The Mid Station? Say 9:00?"

"ok. Bye." 

'Shit. Did I just agree to meet him? I just want to go... I want to get to John before he walks away... shit why am I chasing this kid? I know it'll never work, I know he's not possibly interested in me. I can't help it... I just can't...' Carol thought as she skied down to John.

"Nice jump!" Carol said as she stopped next to John. He had just picked up his skis and put them on his shoulder.

John laughed, "thanks." 

"You're headed back?"

"Um... it would certainly seem so huh?"

"Fuck you." But this time it was quiet, almost with a smile as Carol looked at John's eyes. They were brown, textured, intelligent. They made her knees weak.

His eyes turned cold and distant, "I thought you were going to park the bitch bit for the week."

She watched as his eyes first softened, then grew narrow, looking at her intently as if looking through her.

"You said you'd stop embarrassing me too..."

"I guess that was kind of smart assed huh?"

"You could say that."

He laughed, a deep resonating sound. 

"Come on, Professor Carol, let me carry your skis. Hey, the crowd's all going out tonight, do you want to go with us?"

"Oh... I'm a little long in the tooth to go partying with you all... don't ya think?"

"Come on Doc, I thought we were gonna be friends this week. That means coming out with us."

"John I really don't think so. I'd just be in the way, slow things down..."

John hung his head and walked in silence next to her. She could see the hurt in his eyes. She didn't mean it like that. She wanted more than anything in the world to go out with this guy. To sit across the table and look longingly into his eyes, but she knew if she went, the difference in their ages would be just that much more apparent. That it would push him farther away, as if there was any chance at all.

"Carol, I'd really like to spend some time with you, I... I... mean, I'd really like it if you'd come with us." He wouldn't look at her, even looked away at the mountain as he walked slowly. "I promise it won't be that bad, please..."

'God Damn it... I suck at this. I've never wanted a girl like this before... I have no idea what to do... What am I doing?' John thought.

"I'll think about it... ok? I... I... I mean, I'd love to go out with you, I just don't want to be a damper on your evening..."

"Prove it."

"What do you mean John?"

"Prove that you'd go out with me."

"How? What do you mean?"

"Go to Dinner with me. Have drinks with me."

"Like on a date?"

"No not a date! Well, I mean... well, yeah ok like on a date..."

"John, I'm ten years older than you..."

"Never mind then. Shit."

She could see the hurt in his eyes and she never wanted to see him hurt again. She wanted to reach out and hold his hand, put her arms around him, pull him to her. She wanted to feel his warmth, feel the strength of his arms around her. God what this guy did to her! She'd never felt this way before.

"Ok, I'll go."

"Really?"

"Yes, but not dinner, we're supposed to eat with the group, we'll go out and have a drink after..."

He looked at her and her knees felt weak again. The smile that lit up his face was priceless, like a young child on Christmas morning. 

He set her skis on the rack next to the door and held it for her as she walked in. She took her boots off and watched as he pulled his off, pulled his hat off. She smiled at him as he gave her a lopsided grin, his brown hair tousled. 

"I'll see you in a bit John." She called over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs to her room. 

When John walked out of the bathroom, feet bare, a sweater and jeans the attire for the evening he saw her sitting on the couch, her hand hanging over the couch kind of rubbing the over sized ruck sack that was his suit case for the week, he physically came to a halt. She was stunning. Her long brown hair cascading down over her shoulders shone in the firelight, flickering with the images on the TV. A glass of red wine in her other hand, stretched out over the back of the couch. Her white sweater would be too much on any other woman, but on her it was elegant, a slight flicker of gold in the fabric. Her legs tucked under her as she sat on the end of the couch, ultimately feminine. 

'god! How do women sit like that? My knees would break or I'd be crippled for a week.' John thought. He wanted to sit on the couch next to her, put his head on her shoulder, lean up and kiss her. 

She looked up as he stepped into the room, hair wet, tousled, pulling his sweater over his head. He was so naturally masculine. 

"Hey Dr. Carol... How's it goin'?"

"Dr. Carol?" Bob laughed. "When did you guys get so chummy?"

Carol blushed and John watched the look of hurt cross her face. He got angry but checked his retort. He reached down and angrily pulled his bag closer so he could grab some socks. Carol thought he was angry with her, she was hurt and she felt ostracized again. 

"why did I come here... It would've been better never to have met him."

"The professor and the student? That's rich." Bob was laughing and Todd walked into the room laughing too. Carol felt the target for them all, she wanted to sink into the couch and disappear.

"Bob, shut up asshole." John's voice was quiet but had a quality that made Carol look up at him. He wasn't looking up but Carol could see his hands shake a little.

"oooh... strike a little close to home John?" Todd Laughed again.

"Bob," John's voice low but menacing. "I'm going to make you a deal... If you shut up now you'll walk out of the room without any broken limbs."

"And now he's threatening me with violence! I think he's smitten! Come on John, you can't be serious, you and the professor?" Bob and Todd were laughing and Carol wanted to die, die now, 'please dear god... take me now' she thought.

John stood up and walked over to Bob, taking him by the arm, John propelled him to the door, and then through it. Not roughly, but firmly. The door closed and Carol listened very closely.

"Bob, I like her, you're making her uncomfortable. If you do it again I'll fuck you up. Got it?" The menace was clear and Bob's response was equally clear. 

"Come on man! She's a prof. She don't count!"

"I've warned you. I won't warn you again."

"Awright John ok... Jeeze man! Shit, you really like her huh?"

"I do... I really do."

"Fuck man, I've never seen you like this before... I was just kiddin'... Ok ok, any friend of yours as they say... You really like her?" As if he couldn't believe John could really like her.

"Yeah I really do... a lot... I mean... I've never met anyone like her before. I'd like to get to know her a lot better, like talking to her you dick." Carol could imagine the snide look he just got with that comment and was a little reassured by the quick retort. "but she's older than me, way out of my league... You fuck this up and I'll hurt ya. Got it buddy?"

"you know nothin's going to come of this... Look stop wasting your time... I know Becky wants you... It's guaranteed... a sure thing and you're going to waste it on her? Shit, you'll never get anywhere with the prof, the ice princess." "Prof" sure sounded like a disease and ice princess was the kiss of death. Why did people think that Carol wondered.

"I know... I know... I'll never get anywhere... It's not like that... I'm not talking about getting into her pants, I just like her... I like talking to her. Just don't make her feel uncomfortable ok? Give her a chance... Make sure the others don't give her a hard time either... ok? For Me?"

"Is that another threat?" Bob laughed...

"It's a promise."

'Oh god...' she thought, 'that's all I need, what if he tries something with me? What if I tell him no... is he going to pull that macho shit with me?' Carol felt the fear rise and looked up as John walked in the room, the firm look still on his face. As his gaze landed on her, his expression softened, his cheeks blushed, he averted his eyes but they kept coming back.

'I don't have to be afraid of him... He's afraid of me.' She smiled at him, his head dropped but he smiled shyly back at her. She felt her cheeks redden and averted her gaze.

"Dr. Quinlan, I'm sorry, I was only kidding."

"It's ok Bob... Can you call me Carol this week? Please?"

"Sure!" Todd looked at Carol, then at John, silently nodded his head and went back into the Kitchen as John settled on the couch. 

"John, I don't want to make your week uncomfortable. I don't want to get in your way, I don't want to stop you from having fun with your friends."

"Carol, you're not and please don't feel that way."

She reached down and held onto his hand, watching as he blushed again, looking away, but he didn't pull his hand away.

As a group of the kids burst through the door talking a mile a minute Carol slipped her hand from John's. He felt as if he'd lost something, a part of him had gone away, almost a sadness. The group was talking a mile a minute about their day this one fell, that one wiped out, normal après ski talk. 

The group moved to the kitchen table where dinner was being served by Bob and Todd. John and Carol joined them, finding seats across from each other. Carol sat there quietly feeling like an outsider, an observer of the group. 

"Aw man! You should've seen Carol fall today! Skis one way, she went the other! Man she wiped out." John was smiling, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Carol.

The group laughed and looked at her. And again she felt like an object, out of place. 

"Who'd you ski with?" Bob asked.

"by myself." Carol responded.

"No way! Really? Tomorrow you ski with us, right John?"

He looked at her and smiled and once again she melted. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Absolutely! I want to watch her fall again..." As he laughed the questions started. 

"What runs did you ski Carol? Who'd you eat lunch with?" And the conversation fell into the routine. She found the group friendly, open. The conversation flowed and she finally felt like part of the group. They talked about school, and she told them stories of the politics that went through the school. They asked her about this professor and that, what were they really like, which ones were weird which ones funny, what did professors think of students, and then Carol just became a part of the group, a part of the conversation. 

She looked over at John and he smiled shyly at her. She mouthed "thank you" to him and he smiled again. She found his ankle with her foot and slowly rubbed it. It jerked back away from her. She had a little trouble but finally pinned it against the leg of the table. He flushed and was quiet.

"Come on let's go! The others are meeting at the Admiral Fell Inn around the corner. Who's going?"




John & Carol



Carol was sad to see the evening effectively end for her with Todd's question. She knew they'd all go, She knew John had no choice but to go with them. As they stood John and Carol stayed at the table.

"I have to go Carol..."

"I know. Go, have a good time."

"Come with us... please Carol."

Marge walked into the room, pulling her coat on. "Come on you two! Aren't you coming?"

John rose reluctantly, his eyes asking again for Carol to go. 

"Carol, hurry up. Get your coat." Marge was persistant.

"No... you guys go ahead... I'll just stay here and read a book."

"Come on Carol! We're not leaving here without you. John likes you, that means you're my friend too... I'm not going out and leaving a friend here alone. Let's go, you're making everyone wait."

As they walked down the street John couldn't get close to Carol. The men and the women congregated in separate groups naturally. The guys talking about the day, planning what runs they wanted to do the next day, the women talking about the men. As they settled in the bar Carol listened to the girls talk about the men, she could tell the pecking order of the group by the way the women addressed the men. She didn't hear much about John. The few comments she heard making it was obvious that he was beyond the pecking order. He seemed almost to be a sacred topic, above the common gossip that the girls talked about the others.

The bar was full and a group of students, Becky among them, waved them to an over large picnic table. The table was covered by a large plastic red and white checked table cloth, with benches that ran down each side. Everyone was talking at once and the sound was deafening. 

Marge sat down next to Carol on the bench stool. 

"John has the hots for you." She said quietly. With the volume of the sound surrounding them, the quiet comment was as if they were in a cone of silence.

"Oh he does not!"

"He really does. He's never been one to really give a shit about girls. Don't get me wrong, I know he likes girls, but he's never been one to really care. He's so intense, so into school, into work he never really has time for us. He's never concentrated on any one of us. I was tempted to throw my line in that pool once or twice but he wasn't interested in me. He's the leader of the group. He doesn't talk much but when he does every one really listens. He's just more driven that the rest. There isn't a girl around that wouldn't want to be with him. And he wants you."

"How do you know he... has the hots for me then?" Carol laughed.

"I saw the way he looked at you, and the way he didn't look at you. I've never seen him look at anyone like that. When we asked if you guys were coming he wouldn't look at you. He was afraid you'd say no."

"Is that why you made me come?"

"Well, I wanted to try to get to know you a little better. If John looks at you like that, if John likes you, you must be pretty special. I know he thinks so."

"I like him too..." Carol blushed and lowered her eyes.

"I'll warn you. He's like a brother to all of us. A distracted brother but a brother just the same. You'll have girls wanting to claw your eyes out because he likes you, and if you hurt him, I'll want to claw your eyes out. I love him... I always have. And I'm not alone."

"It's not like that. I'm 10 years older than he is, I've seen Becky sniffing around, I don't have a chance..."

"I could never see him with Becky. Maybe for a dalliance but never anything serious. You, I could see him with. He's smart, he's funny, he's worth a mint and he's too serious for anyone our age. Take my word for it. You two are perfect together."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I'll give you a little advice. You're going to have to go after him. It's not that he thinks he's above you, but he's got this inferiority complex thing going. He always has. I know he can seem arrogant sometimes, it's not that he's arrogant he's just... occupied. I wish someone would think about me that intensely... shit I wish he'd think about me that intently... He's afraid of women. Even though the girls seem to flock to him, he'll never make the first move. I don't think he knows how."

"He already made the move... He asked me out for drinks tonight. Alone, just the two of us."

"No way! Really? Ooh he's got it bad! What the hell are you doing here with us then?" Marge started to laugh.

"I shot him down at first. But he kept asking until I said yes."

"He asked you? That's a first. I've never heard of him being in pursuit of any woman, in flight from perhaps, but never in pursuit."

Carol watched as John walked towards the bathroom, and then he veered out the door front door of the bar. Carol rose quietly and Marge looked to where she was looking. 

"Don't hurt him Carol."

"I couldn't Marge. I just couldn't"

Carol couldn't see the smile on Marge's face as she walked away. She found John leaning on the railing looking at the sky quietly.

"Hi."

John looked at her.

"What are you thinking about? Tomorrow?"

"I was thinking about you. We were supposed to go on a date."

"You're not having fun with your friends?"

"Carol, I don't know how to deal with this... I don't think... I don't... think we should go out..." Carols' heart sunk, she waited for him to tell her why it was a bad idea, to leave him alone, that she was too old, too different, something.

"Deal with what John." That tone, just this side of bitchy, trying to hide her disappointment behind it.

"Deal with you. Deal with the way I feel about you... I can't... God I sound like a fucking fifteen year old." 

"Deal with me? What am I a conquest or something? A fucking target like the others? A mindless object that you have to deal with? Sorry to be such a pain in your ass."

"Park the bitchiness Carol." 

"Why?"

"Because it's the one thing about you I don't like. I was sitting here thinking about how to get you away from them. How could I get you alone. Now you're here and I can't talk. That's what you do to me. That's what no one has ever done to me before. I know you think I'm just a kid Carol, I know nothing could ever come of it."

She looked at him, his gaze at her was intense, piercing. "I know, to you I'm just a guy, a young guy, a student. Your ticket to being in the group, but when you look at me... like that. My heart flutters, my knees get weak. I've never felt like this before. I can't... I can't go out with you... and... mean nothing to you... Maybe I should just go away."

"John, shut up."

"I knew it."

"John... Shhh... Shut up."

"Carol, I don't know what to do..."

Carol reached up and touched his face, his cheek. Her hand slid around his head and pulled it down to her. She looked at him intensely, like she was trying to decide if what he was saying was the truth. Their lips met, softly. She leaned into him her arms coming up around his neck, his sliding around her back, holding her close, tightly. She pulled back to look into his eyes but his head slid to her shoulder his arms still tight like he'd never let her go, like if he let go he would lose her, she would disappear as if only a dream.

"I'm afraid you'll disappear."

'Is he reading my mind?' she thought.

"Carol, there's a lot about me you don't know. Nothing scary but there's... stuff... I'll have to tell you. But I have to know. Do you have... feelings for me?"

She was at once the happiest she'd ever been and felt her heart breaking at the same time.

"John, this could be... difficult."

"Shit."

"John, Stop it. Please, I listened to you, now you listen to me. You heard Bob's reaction to you even giving me the time of day today. What's he going to say when he find's out it's more than that? What are the rest of your friends going to say? Can you deal with that? Can you deal with it when my friends find out about this? That doesn't even start to deal with what happens when the university finds out about this."

"I knew this could never happen."

"John, shut up." He winced.

"John, all that said, when I look at you my heart pounds. When you talk to me I can't hear anything else in the room. When I held your hand on the couch this evening I couldn't breathe. I've never felt like this before. I don't know what to do either John. But we have to go carefully, slowly. I want to see where this brings us but slowly. Ok?"

He leaned down, and kissed her. She'd never felt a more moving kiss, full of passion, soft and gentle. She never wanted it to end. His lips parted, hands on her back and she melted into him, feeling his chest pressing against her breasts, his thighs against hers. She was lost in the embrace, feeling a heat in her belly that she'd never felt before. She felt him growing against her pelvis and fought the urge to press against it, to rub against it like a bitch in heat. He pulled back and looked at her. She sensed more than saw his cheeks flush in the dim light.

"I'm sorry, sometimes it does that."

She laughed. "It's ok John."

"You didn't feel anything?"

"I did John."

"You're serious?"

"John! You couldn't tell? That was the most amazing kiss I've ever had and I know there's more. I want you, I want to be as close to you as I can be, I want my arms around you, I want to feel your body against mine... with... with nothing between them. I... I... want to be one with you."

"How do you control that? How do you hide it so well?"

"What do you want me to do? Rip off my clothes and lay in the street for you? We have to go slow. We have to be careful John. John, trust me... please..."

He leaned down to kiss her again. They were so focused on each other they didn't see, in the shadows, Becky watching them kiss. The frown on her face was unmistakable. The menace in her glare was obvious as she watched the passion. She slid back through the door quietly before they parted. 

John sat down quietly in the noisy bar. He watched as Carol came back from the rest room and sat down. He quietly watched her, the expressions on her face, the way her hair flowed and shone. Her long neck, graceful, and strong. She didn't look ten years older than the group, she was energetic, funny, bright and as intriguing to the rest of the group as she was to him. He couldn't understand how she could so easily go from their conversation outside to this. As if it didn't matter to her.

She glanced up the table at him and fell silent as she looked at him. She saw him looking at her and blushed, lowering her eyes. Her head tilted slightly, shoulder raised a little, long hair in a curve down over her shoulder. She smiled and he melted once again. 'God, how does she do that to me? Why does she do that to me?'

The lights flickered with last call and John stood. The group gathered their jackets and began to file out. Carol tried to subtly move through the crowd to be next to John, but just as she was moving up next to him she felt Becky's shoulder push her forcefully out of the way.

"Hey John! It's still early. Want to come check out our place? We have a hot tub. Come on please?"

"Becky, I don't have a suit with me and I'm tired. I want to get up early and ski tomorrow. Tonight's not a good night... Maybe some other time ok?"

Carol saw Bob smile and shake his head, then look at Carol. The expression on his face was... doubtful, concerned. Carol understood that Bob didn't approve, that John meant something to him. Carol flushed under Bob's gaze, smiling shyly at him. She watched as Marge slid in next to Bob and took his hand, she smiled at Carol too. Carol smiled back shyly. 

"Hey Becky! Come here..." 

Carol slid in next to John as Becky walked over to Marge. 

"Hi."

"Hi Teach..." John smiled at her reaction. A mix between anger and regret. "Careful right?"

Carol leaned towards him and whispered in his ear, "Fuck you"

John laughed and his arm went around her shoulders, pulling her close to him.

"John..." Carol was mixed with emotions, feeling so right, so home in his arm, at the same time afraid of the reaction of the people around them. "Careful?"

John kissed her cheek. "I can't Carol... I can't help it."

Carol gave in and walked quietly, close to John, smelling him, feeling his arm burning into her. She never felt more right in her life. She looked at Bob and he was smiling now, almost as if in acceptance.

Carol and John sat on the couch, the TV playing quietly, snores of the guys sleeping in the living room subtle, a background rumble. 

"John, aren't you going to sleep, it's almost three o'clock."

"You're sitting on my bed and I don't want you to go."

"Oh John, what are we going to do? John, I could lose my job, you could lose your friends..."

"I don't care Carol... I mean about my friends... I... I... mean, if it's important to me they should understand. If they don't then they're not friends. Right? But, I don't want you to lose your job. Shit." The last word sounding anguished.

"John, I... I've been thinking about it... about my job I mean... what it means to me. We don't... we don't know where this will go. Am I just a plaything for you for the week? Is this the beginning of something serious? Is it worth losing my career over?"


"Carol, I've never felt this way before... I've never... this is just so intense to me, I can't stop thinking about you, can't stop... my heart breaks every time I look at you from across the room. I can't get enough of you, I want to talk with you, sit in silence with you, wrap my arms around you. I never want to be away from you. Is that enough?"

Carol leaned over and brushed his lips with hers, taking his hand in hers. He kissed her back, his lips parting, his tongue searching for hers, tasting her, feeling her. She melted against him, wanting contact with him, to be close to him, to feel his heart beat. He felt her resistance drain from her, felt his faltering too. This was right, this was everything he ever thought love could be. Could he possibly be in love with her so soon? Does it really happen this way? There was no other answer.

"I love you."

Carol pulled back and looked in his eyes. 

"What?"

"I love you..."

"You can't John... it's too soon..."

"Carol, you'll get used to the idea in time, it's not going to change."

"John, really... it's just... it's..."

"You don't feel anything? Not even a little reciprocation?"

"Oh god..."

"It's ok Carol, I love you, I have the rest of our lives to get you to love me back."

"I already do John... I have from the first moment I saw you. I don't know why but I do. I can't help it either. John, what are we going to do? How can I be near you all week but not be with you... I can't... I can't just sit across the room from you and watch you... Watch Becky hit on you over and over again..."

"Then let's be together."

Carol leaned over and pushed John back on the couch, her head resting on his chest. 

"I love you John, just hold me... please..."

John held her gently, like a piece of priceless china. Wanting a firm grip to keep from dropping it but not squeezing it hard enough to break it. He leaned down and kissed her hair, smelling her shampoo, feeling her hands on his chest, listening to her breathing settle down, become rhythmical. He knew she was falling asleep. He stroked her hair gently, absently thinking of all the things that could go wrong... all the things that were right... how right this felt.

He woke and it was still dark. He felt his erection pressed into her thigh and tried to move away. She followed him, still sleeping. The feelings washed over him and he held her tighter again kissing her hair. His arm was numb, his fingers tingling and he smiled in the darkness. 

Carefully pulling his arm from under her, trying not to wake her, he did none the less. She rolled over, her back to him on the couch. He could feel her pressed against him, the full length of his body. There was little room on the couch for the both of them. She pulled his arm over her and held it between her breasts against her chest. He could feel the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest as he lay there quietly in the darkness, could feel the pressure of her buttocks against his groin, her feet tangled with his. 

'God, is this what she calls taking things slow? I should wake her so she can go to bed. No one will know... I wonder what time it is.'

He felt rhythmic pressure against his crotch, his erection. He couldn't tell if his erection was a result of natural nocturnal rising or if it was a function of being with her, nestled between her cheeks. He tried to press back against the couch, to remove himself from it, even though it felt so good, but there was no where to go. He tried to pull his arm out of her grasp, to remove his hand from between the warmth of her breasts but she held on tighter.

"Carol... Carol..." he whispered in the darkness. "Carol... You should go to your room..."

"huh? What time is it?"

"It's almost 4:30..."

"You want me to go?"

"No Carol, I don't, but I know you should..."

"Shhh... Just let me lay here with you a little while longer love... please..."

"Carol, what if someone wakes up?"

"I don't care..."

She pulled his hand tighter around her, holding it tightly, his arm between her breasts, his hand touching her cheek. She nuzzled it and moaned quietly in the dark. "Mmmm, this is nice."

John felt her cheek tighten as she smiled. The weight of her breasts against his arm increased the male reaction to the proximity of a beautiful desirable female. He felt his cock twitch. 

"I'm sorry, I can't help that."

"I'm glad you can't, it feels good."

Carol took his hand and slid it down to her breast. John's finger felt her nipple through the fabric of her sweater and bra, hardening. He so wanted to take it between his fingers. 

"John..."

"Yes..."

"Tell me again..."

'Oh shit... what does she want me to tell her again... what have I told her...' John wondered, then it struck him like a ton of bricks, he almost started laughing, knowing that was the worst thing he could do.

"I love you Carol. I truly love you."

"mmm... I love you too baby... I want to stay here in your arms forever, I never want to leave."

She pressed back against him and he felt the rhythmic contractions of her ass as she pressed against him. He felt her wiggle her ass slowly, seductively against him, he felt the tingles as she slid against him, shocked that the feelings could be so intense through the sheer fabric of her pants and the coarse fabric of his jeans. He wasn't 17 anymore he was 21 for crying out loud. What was she going to think when he started to moan. He wanted to hold her tight, he wanted to feel her body against his forever, but more than that he didn't want to embarrass himself.

"Come on Carol, please... if you don't want anyone to find out you have to go..."

"You feel good John." 

Her hand reached over her side behind her and he felt her fingers slide across his erection. He couldn't help it and pressed into her hand. 

"Oh god Carol, that feels good."

"You feel good my love... I want to make you feel better." She fumbled with the button at the top of his jeans and quietly slid the zipper of his pants down. She let go to roll over, facing him, her hand sliding down once again to take him into her grip. 

"God, John, you are so hard..."

"You made me that way Carol..."

"You feel so good." She whispered as her hand slid up and down his length. Her fingers curled around his shaft, her palm rubbing the head with each downward stroke.

"oh, Carol... God that feels good." He couldn't touch her, only hold her tightly as she stroked him. He knew if he put his arm between them too she would fall off the couch. The cool softness of her hand stroking him was more than he could bear and he knew it was only a matter of time, and not much time. 





John & Carol



"Carol, you have to stop... please..."

"It doesn't feel good John? You don't like this?" She had stopped stroking him, holding him in her hand. The tone of voice was hurt and it broke John's heart. He never wanted to hear her hurt, to see her unhappy, ever.

"No Carol... It feels good... too good... if you don't... don't stop I'm gonna... soon."

"I want you to John, I want to make you feel good."

"I'll make a mess Carol, of your sweater, the couch..."

"I don't care John..." She began stroking again, squeezing a little more forcefully, hand moving a little faster now... John's breathing in her ear was like music to her. She stroked him, tighter and faster, slowing slightly when he got too close, she learned what he liked and didn't by listening to his breathing. She held him, taut and vibrating for moments that seemed like hours and a second at the same time. She couldn't get enough of the velvety feel of the hard shaft in her hand. She wanted him to cum but she never wanted this to end. All good things must eventually end.

John's head squeezed under her, his nose nuzzling her neck, kissing in gentle nips. His arms holding her closely, squeezing in the comforting strength she had longed for so long. 

"Carol... I can't... I'm going to... oh fuck..." He grunted as she felt his shaft grow in her hand, harder even than it had been, swelling, she felt the muscular contractions of his legs, felt the tendons of his neck tense against her cheek. He thrust rhythmically between her fingers, almost knocking her off the couch but squeezing so tightly, his arms vibrating, shaking. She felt the shots, the muscles of his stomach undulating with each shot, the wetness on her hand lubricating her strokes...

"oh, oh carol... ohh god... I... I.... Love you..." a slight grunt with each contraction. She knew he was staying quiet only with extreme will. He grunted each time her hand passed over the now dripping head of his cock, his body twitching.

The sensation was too much for him. He felt his balls pull tight against his body, felt the rising tension, the shower of tingles that coursed through his body and he knew it was over. He felt as if she had played his body like a virtuoso playing a violin, making it better than it had the potential to be on its own. He stopped holding back, letting it happen, taking him over the edge...

He twitched as her hand passed over the head, his body not under his control. 

"Oh god Carol... Stop... it's too... it's too sensitive."

She held him gently and felt his body relax, the tension in his neck releasing, his legs, his stomach first, lastly, the tension in his cock drain as it slowly began to wilt in her hand.

"I love you John, that was... that was incredible!" she whispered to him.

"I think that's what I was supposed to say... Oh my god Carol... Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I've never done it like that John... before.... I mean..."

"You've never done that before? You've never... ummm been with a guy before?"

Carol laughed out loud. 

"of course I've been with a guy before... I had a serious relationship for a while but it wasn't like that... I mean... he'd... you know... get his, and then roll over... stick it in and three minutes later it'd be over. He never touched me, I never touched him... like that I mean. I hated it, it was something I had to endure... I never thought about it with him, I never thought about it after we split up... until now. I mean, I actually thought about what it would be like with you. Even when I thought you hated me."

"I want you Carol, I want to make love with you..."

Carol giggled quietly. "I don't think now is really the best time John..." He smiled as she squeezed his spent member. "Honey, sleep... rest... I'll be right back..." She slid out from under the blanket and rose walking through the darkness, careful not to step on the mattresses in the living room.

When she returned he was on his back snoring softly. She leaned down with the warm wash cloth and gripped him. Smiling as she felt the beginnings of tumescence. She leaned over and kissed him softly, lingering on his lips as he slept.

"I love you too John."

Her bed seemed desolate after the warmth of John's arms. She tossed and couldn't get comfortable. Her body still vibrated as she concentrated on cementing the past hour in her memory. She was wet, she could feel it between her lips, sliding as she changed positions.

'I don't believe I just did that.' She thought. 'That poor boy, he's going to think I'm a huzzy. A brazen older woman that preys on young men. He was so hard, so responsive...' Her nipples were hard and tingling each time she moved and the soft silky chemise slipped across them. Her hand rubbed her nipple trying to stop the feeling and she was surprised at the sensation. 

'Is this the feeling everyone talks about?' She had never felt like this before, never been at a point where she had the desire burning in her stomach, and farther... down there. Her fingers slid under her panties, over the soft down, farther, over the bump of her clitoris. She felt her lips part, the wetness running down, over her ass. She knew she was getting the mattress wet but she couldn't help it. Her finger crossed over her clit again, beginning a circular pattern. She felt her hips begin to move, an instinctual humping. She wished John was there, She wished John's fingers were between her legs.

She wanted to feel his weight above her, feel that velvet smooth hardness separate her. It was the first time in her life that she actually wanted to be penetrated. The tingles rose and crescendos in blue sparks of sensation coursed through her body. It felt so good but she knew there was more. More than she could experience without... without him. Oh god what had happened to her?

John woke in the morning with a start. 'Where is she? She never came back last night. Shit. I'm no better than who ever that asshole was. I "got mine" and then promptly rolled over and went to sleep. Fuck, I hope I can make it up to her... God I miss her.' The thought shocked him a bit. 

He looked around the room and saw her in the kitchen, hair tucked behind one ear. She was stirring scrambled eggs on the stove, steam rising while Billy Todd and Bob sat at the table, empty plates in front of them, knife and fork in hand. 

John walked into the kitchen, and took one of the glasses of orange juice, dinking it quickly. 

"Morning."

"Morning Carol." He looked at her as she spooned the eggs into an oversized bowl and placed the pan in the sink in front of him. He was trying to figure out what she was thinking, was she upset with him? She had an expression he found hard to interpret. 

She had no make up on, her silky hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, one side tucked behind her ear. Her head was tilted slightly. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He wanted to hold her, to hug her, to kiss her neck. It was a physical pain to keep from touching her.

He picked up the frying pan and a sponge and wordlessly started to scrape the remnants out of the pan. She turned, grabbing a plate of bacon from the counter and placed the eggs in front of the guys at the table. 

"If you guys want more let me know..."

John felt her arms on his shoulders, sliding down his back and wrapping around his chest from behind. He tensed not expecting the tender embrace. Her chin came to rest on his shoulder. She kissed his ear, nuzzled his neck. It was one of the most intimate experiences he'd ever had.

"Carol, what are you doing?" John whispered, still tense.

"I can't help it John... I don't... care what they think..."

He put the pan down in the sink and turned slowly in her arms. 

"Oh god baby... You're so beautiful..." He kissed her, their lips brushing, intimate but almost chaste. He looked over her shoulder at Bob as they hugged and saw him grinning. A sophomoric thumbs up, eye brows raised.

"Go take a shower, we've got to get rolling soon, it's almost 8 the day's wasting away." She kissed him again, the level of familiarity, the comfort, the natural feel to the kiss surprised him. She took the pan from him and turned to the sink as he walked into the living room, grabbing his bag and pulling clothes from it.

When he came out of the bathroom Bob was waiting for him.

"Don't say anything stupid Bob."

"John, what happened? How did this happen?"

"Bob, I don't know... it just happened..."

"You're serious about this? You know what you're going to deal with when we get back?"

"You mean with her being a professor?"

"Yeah, you're going to take a boat load of shit dude... She's going to get some pretty heavy duty shit too... I don't know how deep this'll get for her. I mean the professor shit..."

"You say that like it's a disease."

"She's from the dark side man! A professor! I mean, I always knew the girl that hooked you would be different, but a professor? I never would've guessed..."

"She's sweet Bob, when she looks at me my knees get weak."

"Yeah here, but when we get back and you're getting the shit will it be the same?"

"Bob, you know that shit doesn't matter to me. I've never felt like this before... I can't help it."

"Would you be willing to leave school? Will you be able to deal with it?"

"I don't need this, you know that. It's something I wanted to do, I don't have to."

"I know but it's an awful lot to throw away. She's really that important to you? Already?"

"This is serious Bob, it's like... Let me put it this way. You're pissing me off because I'm here with you instead of being with her. Know what I mean?"

"I'm jealous. She is gorgeous but, I'm jealous that no one has ever affected me that way. I adore Marge but not like that. Ok, if that's the way you feel, that's the way it is. I'm there for you, if you need me... I've got your back. 

"Watch out for Becky though... She's not as stupid as she looks, she wants you right now and she'll go after Carol. When she finds out that you're not interested she'll go after you too."

"Fuck Becky."

"I know how you meant that... but you may want to be careful how you say that in the future."

John punched his closest friend affectionately in the arm.

"Thanks"

John carried her skis as they walked up the hill to the ski area. The group laughed and joked as they walked, Carol stayed close to John.

Carol and John sat close together on the lift in silence.

"I want to know everything about you." Carol looked at John. "I mean, your parents, are they going to be upset that you're seeing an older woman? Are you nervous about that?"

"I don't think they'll be a problem. Mom's gonna love you, my Dad, he'll like you too."

"What does your dad do?"

"He works..." 

"He works... what does he do?"

"lots of different stuff."

"Like a handy man?"

"It's a little more involved than that. He makes tools. And he ships stuff."

Carol had a mental image of a small man bent over a tool making machine, she looked at John and knew he didn't want to talk about it anymore. She snuggled over to him and put her head on his shoulder. 

"It doesn't matter ya know... I love you."

"I love you too Carol."

Carol noticed a distance in John that day while they skied. He never left her side, he laughed but he was occupied, seemed lost in thought.

John served a chicken dish, over rice, with a cheese sauce for dinner. Carol was doing the dishes while the others prepared to go out for the evening. John walked up behind her.

"Do you want to go out with the others?"

"I want to do what you want to do." 

"Can we stay here? Just us?"

The others came in the kitchen, Marge the leader as always. "we're heading out, you guys coming?"

"Nah, we're going to stay here. I'm tired and Carol wanted to read her book. You know that professor shit."

Marge laughed, Bob chuckled. 

"ok. If you change your mind we'll be at the same place as last night."

When the door closed behind them Carol put her arms around John's waist, leaning back effectively pressing her pelvis into his. She rocked back and forth smiling at John. He reached up and touched her cheek, looking at her intensely.

"You're beautiful Carol."

"John, do you love me?"

"I told you I love you."

"I mean do you really love me, enough to go through everything we're going to have to go through? Enough to introduce me to your folks, enough to deal with my parents? Do you love me the kind of love that lasts forever?"

"I do Carol."

"I want you. I've never said that to a man before. I've never really wanted a man before. I want you, I want you to make me feel like a woman."

John leaned forward and kissed Carol. It started as small kiss, just a peck but grew from there. Her lips opened, and she pressed against him, her full length, her pelvis, her thighs, her breasts. She felt him grow against her, lengthening, hardening. She felt the sparks as his cock touched her clit, rolled across it.

"Oh John... Love me... Make love to me..."

"Carol."

She pulled him by the hand up the stairs and into her bedroom, with the skinny single bed. He kissed her once again, his hand sliding around her back, kneading, holding her tight. He was determined that this experience would be the best she ever had. 

His hand felt the weight of her breast, felt the nipple harden against his palm. His hand pulled her shirt up, felt the incredible softness of her skin. He found the clasp in front and deftly released the clasp. His hand slid under the cup, feeling the softness of her breast, capturing her nipple in his fingers, rolling it gently between finger and thumb.

"You're beautiful Carol." He leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth, his lips closing gently, his tongue worrying it back and forth. Carol had never felt the sensations she was feeling before. It seemed as if there was a direct line between her nipple and her clit. Each time his tongue passed over her nipple she felt more moisture between her legs, both of which were twitching.

His hand slid down, under the elastic waist of her pants, below her panties, through the hair there to find her clit. His finger dipped lower, separating her lips and was wet when he again touched her clit. He rubbed it back and forth, not touching it directly but moving the shaft back and forth. His fingers together he began pressing harder and moving in circles. Carol was amazed at the feelings she was feeling. 

"Carol, I love you." John pressed his face into her neck, supporting her with a hand on her back, his knee between her legs. She wanted to spread her legs farther, she was losing control as the tingles grew, the heat spreading through her body, her thoughts concentrating on the sensation he was creating in her. She felt it start, and tried to hold it back briefly but lost control as his finger slid over her clit again and again, now concentrating on the exposed tip.

"Oh John, I'm... I'm going too..." She went up on her tip toes as if she was trying to get away, her body vibrating, her fingers clenched on his arm. He felt her pussy swell, the walls collapse and she fell against him. He held her tightly as she groaned in his ear.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god. Unh! Ohhh uhn..." a mix between groans and grunts, she became heavy in his arms. He lay her down gently on the bed and lay down beside her. Leaning over to kiss her he slid her shirt up over her head, again leaning down to suck her nipple, gently, tongue worrying.

He pulled her sweater over her head, marveling at the beauty that lay beneath him. He slowly slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses behind him. He'd never felt the emotion that he felt now, the heart rending passion. He kissed her navel as his fingers fumbled to pull her pants down over her hips.

"John... what are you... what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make love to you..."

He kissed her stomach, and lower, getting closer... 

"John, don't... no... I've never... no one has ever..."

"Carol, I want to make love to you, I want to taste you, feel you... we can make love... or... there's so much more, love..."

She felt his tongue touch her lips and tensed as his tongue traced between them, separating them, sliding up between them. She felt a shower of sparks as it passed over her clit, her body reaching another level of tension, for another reason. Her hand reached down to his head, trying to push him away.

'How could he want to... do that...' She thought. 'It's got to be... I'm musky... wet... oh god that feels good..."

Her thoughts disintegrated as she felt his fingers inside her for the first time, one, then two, curling, hooking, rubbing... She felt a level of pleasure she'd never felt before, trying to spread her legs farther, now pulling his head towards her as she pressed herself to his mouth, and that tongue, that wonderful flicking tongue. The tingles of her clit were approaching a crescendo but under riding that was an internal shower, a pulsing of pleasure that kept growing from inside of her, that emanated through out her body. She didn't quite feel a source of pleasure, it was all encompassing, almost a physical mood. She tried to concentrate on it, to find its source. She almost cried when he pulled his fingers from her and the feeling started to fade, to be over shadowed by the familiar pleasure of her clit. She felt the spasms begin, building.

"oh John... No... no... please..."

"Do you want me to stop?" John looked up at her, her body taut, her nipples rising from the peaks of her breasts, long, thick... he reached up and touched one, rubbing it, teasing it...

"John... oh... inside... John please... don't stop... please..."

She once again pressed his head, pushing his face to her pussy, feeling his nose separate her lips. He once again slid his fingers inside of her and again she felt that glow rising through her body, a general feeling of pleasure, now focusing, becoming more intense. The intensity equal to the pleasure she felt from her clit as he captured it between his lips... The pleasure was overwhelming, too much, she vibrated from head to curling toe, her fingers laced in his hair, not realizing how hard she was pulling, her other hand found the sheets of the bed, grabbing, pulling, her knees flopped completely open and her hips rose from the bed.

John felt her go over the edge, felt the walls of her pussy implode, the rush of liquid as she had her first G spot orgasm. Her hips dropped and her body shook, once, twice. He slowed his rubbing, held her clit between his lips tongue not moving but pressed against it as he rode through her orgasm. Her clit added sharpness to her orgasm, her G spot adding body to the sensation. It was a whirl of color, of feeling, of sound, disjointed but distinct, a glow and a pinpoint all at once.

As she collected herself, breathing hard she realized that John was laying next to her, holding her in his arms, stroking her body gently. She hadn't felt him move, hadn't realized she was that lost in the sensation.

"What... what did you do to me? I've never... never felt anything..."

"I made you feel good?" She felt his cheek tense as he smiled in the dark and she lay helpless on her back. His arms around her were her lifeline, the connection that kept her from being frightened by the intensity of her recent experience.

"Oh god John... I want to make you feel that good. I want... I let... I let myself go... I lost control, I've never let myself lose control like that... ever..."

"I love you Carol." Tears ran down her cheeks, not from sadness, not from happiness but because of the depth of emotion she was feeling.

"Make love to me John... Be inside me..." It took a moment for Carol to understand as John stood up. He removed his clothes quickly.

'He's doing that like a practiced art...' Carol tried to shrug off the momentary concern. John pulled a condom onto his hard cock and laid down next to Carol, his arms went around her as he rolled on top of her, taking his weight on his elbows, his hands under her pulling her up to him in an embrace more intimate than she had ever felt. She was being drawn to him as he slid into her, she grunted with the spark of pleasure as the head slid inside, resting, allowing her the moment she needed to adjust to his girth. She had a mental image of that velvety smoothness as it slid into her, gentle short thrusts, each a little deeper until his pelvis met hers, his hair tickling her clit.




John & Carol



The sensation was different than anything she had felt before. She could feel his heart beat, she could feel the blood coursing through his body, she could feel the tightening of his chest as his heart swelled with emotion. She knew she was truly making love for the first time in her life and she wanted to make it good for him, she squeezed him as he slid smoothly into her. The rhythm becoming natural, she tried to spread her legs farther, tried to get him deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around him, tilting her pelvis to open herself to him more completely, her hips meeting him, feeling she was giving herself to this man, ultimately, without reservation, without inhibition. 

At that moment she knew she would do anything it takes to be with him forever. She would support him, give him her heart, her emotions, her future. She would have his children, she would share in his life, she would do anything to be by his side.

John was trying to stave off his crescendo, giving his heart to this woman. He loved her like he had never loved before. This was different than anything that had ever happened to him before. He felt her squeeze him and knew he couldn't prolong it anymore. It was with sadness, knowing that this was coming to an end, that this connection, this physical connection that embodied his emotion would end with a flash of pleasure like that he'd never felt before.

His body tensed and he thrust deeply into her, holding still, each twitch as his cock fired another shot adding a new level to her orgasm. His head down, his lips on her neck he twitched through his orgasm, feeling hers as he began to collect his thoughts.

"I love you Carol."

"Oh John, I love you... I won't hide it... I don't care... I can't hide it."

"It's ok Carol... it's going to be ok." She felt his hand on her cheek, softly touching her, as if memorizing her face by touch. "It'll all be ok my love..."

He held her closely, listening to the pattern, the rhythm of her breathing settle, becoming slower, longer, deeper. He found that his breathing had fallen into sync, slower, regular... content.

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