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Katie's Love Ch. 01

By: Tnewbie



Writers Note and Prologue

This is the first chapter of another story from my life. This chapter is short, but this is just the beginning of a story that spans almost thirty years and takes eleven chapters to tell. The names have been changed, but the places and dates are close to when and where things happened.

There will be some things that I will be writing about later on in the story that I am sure that a lot of folks will have a hard time believing that they happened. There were a more than a few times that I had a hard time believing it myself that they were happening but they did.

I've had a few comments from my previous stories wondering how I can remember things from so long ago and in such detail. For reasons that I will disclose later in the story, almost all of this was written down in a notebook, not too long after the early events happened and I have continued to keep notes about things that have occurred that were in some way related to this story. I know it sounds a little on the mysterious side, but all will be revealed in time. But a lot of what happened with her is burned so deeply in my memory that I will never forget those times.

While there is a lot of sex, this is first and foremost a story of love. A very powerful and wonderful love. And yes, going back through my early writings and putting them on the computer has been both full of joy as well as pain.

As always, I do appreciate all comments.

T 

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It's not the quantity, it is the quality that really matters.

My name is Tony. Almost thirty years ago, I met a woman who would change my life forever.

I met Katie for the first time on November 11, 1980. It was a Tuesday, pretty much like any other day. I was twenty-seven, single, and was managing a small electronics store in a shopping center in Bethlehem PA. She came in the store that day around lunchtime looking to buy a stereo system for her house. She was without a doubt, a very beautiful woman. She was slender in build and her hair was dark brown and came down to a little below her shoulders. Her eyes were also brown. She was wearing a woman's business suit which consisted of a dark blue wool skirt, matching jacket and a fancy beige colored blouse. I guessed that her age was around mine, which as it turned out, was pretty close. Just out of habit, I took a quick look at her left hand for a wedding or engagement ring, but there was none.

I asked her a few questions to get a feel for her budget and the types of music that she listened to. I put together a system that I felt would work for her and priced it out. She told me that that she had just started shopping for one, but she would get back to me. She was really friendly and easy to talk to. There was this sparkle in her eyes as I talked to her, but I didn't pay too much attention to it that day as I was more interested in making the sale. I never was a go for the throat sales type. I had learned that just being friendly and non-aggressive worked pretty well for me. I gave her one of our catalogs and introduced myself.

I said, "by the way, I am Tony if you have any questions."

She replied, "hi Tony, I am Katie," with this great big smile and we shook hands. 

She left the store but came back at 5:30 PM and had a system picked out. She had upgraded the speakers and tape deck from what I had suggested but that was fine. I had everything in stock and she paid in cash, much to my surprise. I offered to show her how to hook everything up on my display system, but she said she could figure it out. I helped her load the boxes in her car and off she went. I had a part time employee that usually worked on Tuesday nights but he had called off sick that day, so I worked the store that from 10:00 AM to 9:00 PM. Not that I had anything better to do with my time at that point in my life.

Katie called around 8:00 PM. The sweet sounding voice at the end of the phone just said, "help?"

At first I didn't recognize who it was, but she said who it was, and told me what was and what wasn't working. So, in between the few customers that I had the rest of that evening, I talked her step by step through about hooking everything up correctly. After it was all done, she apologized for not letting me show her at the store and I said, that it wasn't a problem. She thanked me again and the call ended. It was pretty good sale dollar wise, so I didn't mind spending the time to make sure that things worked right. Things happened like that all the time. The next day around lunchtime she came back in the store. 

I was finishing up with another customer but I looked over to her and asked, "more problems?" 

She smiled and shook her head no. After the other customer left, she said, "I just wanted to thank you for being so patient with me last night."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it's part of the job. And at least you didn't start off screaming that it was piece of shit."

Katie laughed and said, "no. I work in sales too, so I have a pretty good idea of what you go through here." Then she asked me, "do you want to go out for a drink tonight?"

To say I was stunned was an understatement. Women never asked me out and for such a good-looking lady as her to do so, well I didn't know what to think. But somehow I managed to fumble the word "yes" out of my mouth. 

There was a small club down at the other end of the shopping center that ran bands on weekends but was pretty quiet during the week, so we agreed to meet there. I told her that I had to work until 9:00 PM again but that was okay with her.

She gave me this look. I didn't know what it was about, but there was something special about it. She said with a sparkle in her eyes, "It's a date then." 

Another customer came into the store and she left at the same time. Needless to say, 9:00 PM could not come fast enough. Katie was seated at the bar when I walked in, but we moved to a table in the back so we could talk. There was a light crowd in there, music was playing on the jukebox, but it wasn't too noisy. She had changed out of her suit into a simple yellow blouse and dark blue skirt and she had a light tan jacket with her as well.

After we got seated and I ordered a beer, she said, "you looked really stunned when I asked out."

I replied, "this is the first time that it has ever happened. Usually I do the asking and usually I get shot down."

She said, "I don't know why. You seem like a really nice guy."

I just shrugged my shoulders. I always had a hard time trying to ask women out. I had a lot of fear of rejection, mainly because I got rejected a lot. She could see I was uncomfortable talking about it, so the conversation moved onto lighter topics. I asked her how old she was and she said twenty-eight and I told her that I was twenty-seven. We talked about our jobs. She was a sales representative for a medical supply company. She would go to doctor's offices, made sure that they had all of their supplies, kept them up to date on what was new, and other stuff like that. She said it was more of a customer service job than a real sales job but she earned a commission based on how much they ordered. She had started with them soon after she graduated college and had done pretty well at it.

I asked her what her degree was in and she laughed and said, "English literature and poetry"

I laughed and said, "sounds like a promising start to a career as a waitress."

Katie laughed and replied, "yes. It was looking like that for a little while but I got lucky and found this job."

She asked what my degree was in and I said, "music. Bachelors and a Masters degree."

She said, "well that must help with selling stereos."

"Not really," I said, "I was planning on going on for my Doctorate so I could get a teaching job, but I seem to have gotten caught up in working instead. Plus I don't really have the money for it and I don't want any more loans."

She nodded and said, "I still owe a little, but not too much."

We kept on talking and it was strange. There was something about her that went far beyond just how beautiful she was. I was having these feelings that I didn't understand. It had been a while since I had last had a relationship and I knew better than to fall in love with every girl I went out with, but listening to her and talking to her was lighting a fire in places that hadn't been touched in a long time.

I told her about working at the store and some of the war stories about some of the goofy customers I had there and at the store where I did my manager training at. Like the one kid who had bought a pack of fuses for his car stereo, came right back, bought another pack, then came back again and asked for a refund on both packs because they were defective.

I asked him, "defective?'

He said, "yes. Every one I put in blew right away."

I said "it's not the fuses. You have short someplace that you need to get fixed."

The kid asked, "maybe I should get bigger fuse?"

I said, "only if you want to have your car catch on fire and I'm not going to sell them to you." 

Katie laughed hard and said, "at least I'm NOT one of those!"

"Not by a long shot," I said.

She asked me where I lived. It was an apartment complex about five miles away. I had started working for the company right after I had finished grad school which had been in another state. The store that I did my manager training at was thirty-five miles to the north and the place that I lived up there had been furnished. This apartment wasn't and when I moved down here I didn't have a lot of money, so I just picked up a few basic items. 

"Pretty sparse," I said, "mattress and box springs on the bedroom floor, along with an lamp, an old TV and recliner in the living room, some wood shelves stacked on cinder blocks for my stereo, and a table with two chairs in the kitchen."

"You do have a dresser for your clothes?" she asked.

"Just the shelves in the closet and wash baskets," I replied, "clean and not so clean."

Katie shook her head, smiled, and she looked me in the eye for a few long seconds before saying, "I'd like to see this place."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure, sometime."

She asked, "how about tonight?"

Again she caught me by surprise when she asked that. I managed to answer "okay," without sounding too much like a idiot.

She waved for the waitress and got our bill, which she insisted on paying. We left the club and after getting into our vehicles, she followed me over to my apartment. It was in an older apartment complex. Thirty years ago the place had been nice, but like most of these places, maintenance had been minimal and everything was showing its age. Mine was on the second floor at the end of the row. After we climbed the steps, I unlocked the door and held it while she walked in. I turned on the lights and closed the door.

She surveyed the kitchen, dining and living room areas, which was just big room, and said, "you weren't kidding." I headed into the bedroom and turned on the lamp that was sitting on the floor next to the bed. She walked in there and remarked, "I never ever thought that I would ever see anyone camping in an apartment."

I laughed and said, "it works for me."

Katie stood there just shaking her head and smiling for a few seconds and then she totally surprised the hell out of me when she asked, "are we going get naked or just stand here all night?" Had the gentlest of breezes moved through the apartment at that point, it would have knocked me right down on the floor. I was stunned. She smiled and slid her jacket off. She looked around for something to set her jacket on, then said, "what the hell," and dropped it on the floor. 

After kicking her shoes off, she pulled her blouse out of her skirt, and started to unbutton it. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my socks off while still standing. I still had my tie on from work. I pulled that off and then my shirt. I watched her as she got undressed as well. Her bra was white and a little on the fancy side. I guessed she was around a C cup. She opened the button on her skirt waist, and pulled down the zipper. She pulled that down over her ass. Her panties were the satiny kind, regular as far as cut went, and not real tight on her ass either. But they were a crazy looking orange, yellow, red, and green swirl as far as color went. In contrast to the rest of her clothes, which were very conservative, these stood out like a bright light on a dark night.

Katie saw me looking at them, giggled a little, "do you like my fancy panties?"

I smiled and said, "they are pretty wild, compared to the rest of the way you dress."

She laughed and said, "yeah, I have a thing for panties and the wilder the colors, the more I like them."

She wiggled them down her hips and kicked them on top of her other clothes. She wasn't very hairy in the pubic department and they were the same color as the hair on here head, at least from what I could see in the dim room light. As she went for the hooks on her bra, I slid my underwear down. She gave her bra a twirl, kind of like a stripper would and then tossed it.

She placed her hands behind her head and asked, "you like?"

I looked her up and down and said, "Katie, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been naked with," and I was telling the truth.

Katie pulled her hands from behind her head and walked over towards me. She reached up, placed her hands on my face, and as she looked me right in the eye, she said, "you are such a gentleman," then she laughed a little and added, "and such a liar!" She moved her face to mine and kissed me with a light gentle kiss, then pulled her head back and again, looked me right in the eye. We kissed again, lightly at first, then I felt her lips start moving and her tongue gently probing at my lips. I brought my arms around her waist as she put hers around my neck. I slid my hands slowly up and down her back and as they got to her ass cheeks I would pause and gently squeeze and rub them together. My hard cock was pressed sideways against her pubes. I can't say exactly how long we stood there like that, but it was for a long time. I still was in shock at the fact that this was happening. When the kiss ended, she placed her cheek against mine and hugged me very tightly.

Of course then I remembered that I didn't have any condoms. An old girlfriend had come down for a visit two months prior to all of this and I had used my last ones with her and never replaced them. I said, "I'm sorry, I don't have any rubbers."

She laughed a little and said, "you don't need one. But thank you for asking."

She pulled her head back and smiled at me. I slid my hands up to her breasts for a few seconds. They were firm yet felt soft to my touch. Her nipples weren't real big but they felt nice between my fingers. I moved my hands to her face and pulled her back into a kiss. I slid my hands into her hair. I gently ran my fingertips through it and then up and down the back of her head and neck. It's one of those secret spots on a woman that I had learned about early in my sex life. With the right touch, you could get her very excited and it was no exception with Katie. I could feel her breathing speed up as the passion built. She reached down and started stroking my cock.

I said quietly, "not too hard, it's been a while for me."

Katie said, "okay," and just went to lightly touching it with her fingertips.

Her touch felt so damn good. We kept up kissing, touching, and stroking for a long time. Then she smiled, moved over to the mattress and laid down on it. She got on her back with her legs parted a little and her feet on the mattress. I got on the bed as well, knelt between her legs, and leaned forward and kissed her. My cock was buried in her pubes, but I had other plans. We kissed for a little while, then I slowly kissed my way down her chest to her breasts. They were so beautiful and as close to perfect as any I had ever been that close to. I took her left one in my hand and played with it for a while, then I lowered my mouth to her nipple and started sucking on it. I could feel it stiffen just a little bit as I sucked and licked on it. She started running her fingertips through my hair. I spent a long time on that breast and then moved to her other breast, which I spent just as much time enjoying. 

I didn't have a clue as to why this was happening and I didn't know if I would ever see her again after this night. This whole thing had really caught me by surprise. So I figured that I would enjoy it while she was there and I was going to try and make it enjoyable for her as well. After I finished sucking her right breast, I started slowly kissing my way down to her pubes. I kissed the soft hair and licked around in there as well. She smelled so nice. I leaned back and took a good look at her cunt. Her pubes barely went down her legs on the inside. Of course, this was way before women were trimming and shaving, other than what ever stuck out of a swimsuit. She was watching me as I looked at her. 

"You are so damn beautiful," I said softly.

She smiled and just as softly said, "thank you."

I leaned forward and starting with her right knee, I slowly kissed my way down her leg to the thin strip of hair around her cunt. I repeated this on her left leg. I returned my lips to her right knee, but this time I slowly licked my way down.

"That is so nice," she said almost in a whisper, as I licked my way down her other leg.

This time when I reached the bottom, I placed my hands on either side of her cunt and gently parted the lips. I placed my tongue just below her cunt and slowly licked upward. I pushed it in deep as I got to her cunt and as I got to her clit, I licked that for a little while, before making my way back down. Every woman has a different taste but there was something really nice about hers. Pussy eating was something that I had started doing early on in my sex life and I had learned, at least from the comments from the other women I had been with, that I did it well. I really enjoyed feeling and hearing a woman climax, both this way and of course other ways as well.

I heard her say, "oh yeah, I like this," in a soft almost husky kind of voice.

I kept up my tongue travels for a while. At some point, I moved my hands up to her breasts and started gently playing with her nipples. I picked up the pace of my licking a little and she responded by lifting her ass up a little as I got to her cunt, then lowering it back to the bed as I got back to her clit. I can't tell you how long this went on, it was so nice and well I wasn't in a hurry. Then on one of my travels to her clit, I stayed there and started licking it a little harder and faster. Her clit didn't stick out real far so it was hard to suck on, but my tongue was more than capable of doing the job. Her breathing got harder and faster. I could feel her start to tense up.

I heard her say, "yes!" in low moan and she started shaking as she climaxed. I kept licking and it wasn't but a few seconds later when the next one took over her body, again, she cried out softly, "yes!" She was still wound up so I went in for one more. This was even harder than the first two, and she cried out, "oh yes! OH YES!" as she shook.

I moved off of her clit and went back to licking in and around her cunt. She had gotten wetter but it still tasted so sweet. 

She was making these "oh" noises as her breathing settled down and then I heard her say, "that was so wonderful."

I stopped for a second and asked, "mind if I stay down here for while?"

Katie laughed a little and said, "take all the time you want."

Most of the women I had been with in the past would have been telling me that they wanted to get screwed at that point. But Katie wasn't in a hurry and neither was I. I repeated the whole process two more times. All the while she was telling me how good it felt and making these sweet passionate noises as she climaxed. After the last one, I moved myself up between her legs until my face was right over hers. My face was soaked with her sweet juices but that didn't stop her from pulling me into a deep and long kiss. She smiled and reached down between us to guide my cock to her waiting cunt.


Katie's Love Ch. 01



I said, "I'm not going to last very long."

She smiled again and said, "don't worry about it. Put it in and whatever happens, happens. You have been really nice to me."

The way she was acting was unbelievable. I slowly slid inside of her. I got in as far as I could and then I stopped. Already my cock was twitching like it was going to explode. I lay there, not moving, hoping that I could get a little control. I got to a point where I felt it was safe to move, so I slowly slid out and back in again. The twitching started again and she knew I was fighting hard to hold it back.

Katie pulled my head down so that we were cheek to cheek and whispered, "just do it. I want to feel it."

I pulled back one more time and moved in a little faster. My cock throbbed and the first blast of sperm came jetting out. She clamped down with her cunt muscles as I quickly slid it back a little and pushed hard as the second one let loose.

"It feels great," she said softly, as I let loose with a third shot of my cum. I relaxed a little after that and so did she. 

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

I heard her laugh a little and say, "don't worry about it. It was really nice Tony and I'm not here to hand out trophies."

I pulled my head up, looked at her big smile and smiled back at her. I still could not believe this was happening. I kissed her long and deep again. I had climaxed so intensely that my cock shrank down quickly and slid out, but I stayed there pressed hard against her.

She gave her ass a little wiggle, then giggled a little and said, "that was a big one."

I said, "the first one usually is. The second one is pretty full as well."

She looked over at my clock and I did to. It was a little before 11:00 PM.

She said, "and when I expect the second one?"

I said, "half an hour to 45 minutes."

She replied, "that's fine, I don't want stay out too late."

"I understand," I said as I kissed her again. 

Finally we got untangled and lay side by side facing each other. We kissed and played and kissed and played. I would finger her clit until she climaxed and then go back to gentle playing with the rest of her. Of course her cunt was soaked with sperm and pussy juice, as was my cock but that didn't stop either of us.

Katie asked as she was settling down from one, "you like doing that, don't you?"

I smiled and asked, "was that a complaint or a compliment?"

She laughed a little, then said, "if we didn't have to go to work tomorrow, I could stay like this all night," and she kissed me.

After it was done, I replied, "I'll take that as a compliment then."

She said, "yes. But I have to go pee."

I replied, "I could stand to lose a little beer myself."

She rolled over and got up off the bed and asked, "well, are you coming?"

Which was another surprise. Most of women I had been with, no matter how intimate we had been, never would go to the bathroom with me around. The few that didn't seem to mind, well it had never happened on a first date. But I crawled of the end of the bed and we headed out to the bathroom. That was located behind the kitchen. I turned on the kitchen lights as we walked out and she turned on the bathroom light as she went in.

She looked around for a bit and said with a smile, "I'm not even going to ask how long ago this bathroom was cleaned."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "they cleaned it when I moved in 4 months ago."

Katie stood there just shaking her head. I had left the toilet seat up, since I didn't have any reason to put it down, so I quickly reached around her and set it down.

"Such a gentleman," she said as she dropped on the seat and started to pee almost immediately. When she was done, she took some toilet paper and wiped herself, then took some more and went in a little deeper to wipe her cunt. She looked at the sticky mess of sperm before she dropped that one into the toilet and said with a big grin, "that WAS a big one."

"What can I say?" I said with a smile as she got off the seat.

She turned, lifted the seat up for me and said, "I have manners too!" and moved over to the side of the toilet.

"So I see," I said, still a little dazed by all of this. I got in front of the toilet and reached down to aim myself.

She reached her hand in and said, "let me."

This was definitely a first. I stood there for a few seconds when I started to pee, she started moving my cock around drawing a circle in the toilet bowl with the stream. I didn't know what to say. When I was done, she left go of it for a second and reached over and tore off a piece of toilet paper, which she folded neatly into a small square. She took a hold of my cock with the same hand as before and dabbed the head with the toilet paper. Then to my amazement, she leaned down, kissed the head of my cock, gave it a little lick, and said "all clean!" She tossed the paper into the bowl and as she straightened up, she flushed the toilet with her free hand. She looked at the expression on my face and asked with a big smile, "I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?"

I just smiled back and said, "yes."

She said, "I like what I have, but I wish I could aim it a little better." I laughed because that was something I had heard from other women over the years. She looked around saw my one towel hanging over the shower curtain rod. "I'm not even going to ask when the last time that saw a washing machine," she said.

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "it gets soaking wet every time I take a shower and I know I'm clean when I come out so?"

She shook her head and said, "men!" As she started the water running in the sink, I went over and retrieved my only bar of soap from the shower and handed it to her. She washed and rinsed her hands and I did the same. She picked a corner of the towel to dry her hands on and I just went for the center. She started laughing a little and was shaking her head at the same time. Then she reached over and took my cock in her hand and said, "back to bed."

We walked out of the bathroom with her leading the way, gently pulling on my cock. I hit the light switch on the way out and did the same for the kitchen lights as well. When we got to the bed, she finally let go of me and plopped back down on the bed. I kneeled down and got in beside her. She laid on her back and was shaking her head back and forth.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

She laughed and rolled over towards me and said, "you need a maid!"

I replied, "the job is open."

She scrunched up her face and said, "don't get any ideas."

I just laughed and she smiled back at me. I leaned over and kissed her. It started off light and got progressively hotter. She reached down and starting stroking my cock and I started at the same time playing with her pubes. After a few long minutes of this and with a few more kisses as we went along, she turned around and brought her leg up over my chest and then down on the other side of me. She was facing my feet. She moved back so her cunt was right over my mouth and then leaned forward and started sucking my cock. Up until that point, I had never eaten a pussy right after I had fucked it. I just laid there wondering what I should do.

After about a minute, she stopped her sucking and asked, "is there a problem?"

I said, "no," but I'm sure it wasn't very convincing.

She said, "haven't you tasted your cum before?"

I replied, "I kissed a woman after she gave me a blowjob, does that count?"

Katie asked, "and did you wake up the next morning with the urge to put on women's clothes and start looking for guys to pick up?

I laughed and said, "no."

"So, what's the problem?" she asked again.

I let out a deep breath and said, "nothing."

I pulled her cunt right down on my face and gave it a deep lick. While not as sweet tasting as it had been before, it wasn't bad either. I started eating her again and she resumed sucking my cock. I had worked my hand around and used it to pull her cunt lips open a little wider. I started running my fingers up and down her crack and then lightly over her asshole.

After a few times of doing this, she stopped sucking again and said, "don't be bashful. It won't bite your finger off."

I laughed and said, "I know, just that some women get funny about me doing that."

She replied, "thank you for being a gentleman Tony. Now stick your finger in my butt!"

Katie resumed her cock sucking and I wet my index finger with pussy juice and worked it into her ass up to the first knuckle. It slid in easily so I pushed it in to the second knuckle. I started wiggling it in there and was sliding it in and out as I did. Of course I was working her cunt and clit hard with my tongue at the same time. She started shaking and pulled her mouth off my cock just as a strong orgasm hit her.

"Yes!" she said, softly, yet sharply, "yes! Yes!" as it went through her body.

I figured that since I had her going that I might as well keep her going. She came two more times, almost back to back and both were just as hard as the first. I went back to a slow gentle lick and slowed down my finger play as well. She went back to sucking my cock, which was pretty hard by then. She stopped sucking again but kept stroking it with her hand. 

She wiggled her ass on my face a little and said, "I think you are ready."

So I slid my finger out of her ass and she got off of me. She flipped around, straddled my cock, used her hand to guide it in, and then plopped right down on it. "Nice," she said, "very nice."

Katie started moving up and down on it. I reached out and played with her breasts for a while, then moved the one hand down and starting fingering her clit as she bounced up and down. Once I did that, it didn't take long before she climaxed hard. She slowed down with her bouncing as the orgasm eased up. She leaned forward and I pulled my hands away at the same time and placed them on her back. She kissed me as she continued to slide up and down. I brought my knees up a little and started thrusting upward in rhythm to her down strokes. Again it wasn't long before she climaxed again.

She lay her cheek next to mine and in between her heavy breaths whispered, "one of these nights, you can screw my butt if you want."

I was surprised as all hell that she would say that. I whispered back, "I guess this means I get a second date."

She pulled her head back and placed her hands on my cheeks and said, "only if you want."

I said, "I would like that very much Katie."

She smiled and kissed me lightly. She picked up the tempo of her screwing and I did the same. Faster and harder and harder and faster. She had three almost back to back orgasms and just as the third one hit her, I came as well. With each spurt I pushed in deep and held it. I picked up the tempo and she climaxed one more time. She collapsed on top of me exhausted and I was pretty much done for at that point as well. Again she kissed me and when she pulled her head back, I saw she had that same strange look in her eyes that I had seen in the store. She laid her head down on my shoulder for a while, then she lifted it up and looked at the clock. I did the same and it was 12:45.

"I should get going," she said.

"You don't have to," I replied.

"I know," she said and added, "some night I will stay." She straightened up and lifted herself off my now shriveled cock. She held like that for a few seconds and I feel the sperm dripping on to it from her cunt. "Another big one." she said with a smile. Katie moved off me and swung around and gently licked up all the sperm that was lying on me. She turned back towards me and lay down beside me.

I turned towards her and said, "yes, I will kiss you."

Katie smiled and first our lips and then our tongues met. A minute or so passed before it was done. She climbed over top of me and got off the bed.

I said, "I'll get cleaned up a little and walk you down."

She replied, "I'll be okay my gentle man. Just lay there."

I said, "okay," and watched her get dressed. She had to look around for her bra since she had tossed it off the side. That went on first and then next were her panties. She stepped into them and slid them up.

She reached down under the crotch and said. "These will be a mess by the time I get home," but then she smiled a little and said, "a nice mess though."

I laughed a little too. Mentally, I was in a combination of amazement, wonder, and shock from what had just happened. She finished dressing. She knelt down on the bed and after placing her hands on my cheeks, she gave me one more of those light kisses. 

She said quietly, "don't worry too much about trying to figure me out," and laughed a little. She said, "sleep well Tony."

I said, "drive safe Katie."

She got off the bed and headed out the doorway of the bedroom.

I yelled out, "the next time?"

She said, "I will call you," and then I heard my apartment door close.

I got up and washed a little and took a last piss for the night. I set the alarm and it wasn't a few minutes before sleep reached out and pulled me down hard but the next morning the alarm started clanging way too early. I had one of those older wind-up tic-tock clocks that had a couple of loud brass bells for the alarm. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the mattress. I finally shut the alarm off and sat there wondering if it had all been a dream. I got up, showered, shaved and got dressed for work. I headed down the stairs and as I got to my vehicle, I saw a piece of paper under the windshield wiper blade on the driver's side. I pulled it out and unfolded it.

In the most beautiful handwriting I read, "Yes, it was real and yes, it was fantastic! Katie."

I just said, "damn!" I folded it back up and after I got in my car, I placed it in the glove box for safekeeping. After all these years, I still have that piece of paper. From time to time, it gets taken from its special place and I carefully open it and read those words softly out loud. I knew there was something very special about her. Of course, after a night like we had just had, it was all to easy to think that something was there, that really wasn't. But yet, deep down inside I felt that there was. I figured that time would tell.



Katie's Love Ch. 02



Writers Note

This is the second chapter about a very special person that I met and fell in love with a long time ago. The time is still back in November of 1980. There is a little and very mild bathroom fun but mostly it is just some great sex.

T



The next day was pretty much a usual day at the store. My part time helper worked on Tuesday and Thursday evenings as well as on Sunday from 12:00 noon until 5:00 PM. What ever bug he had on Tuesday was gone and he was there that day at 5:00 PM. He was a pretty decent guy, recently out of the military, and was going to school to become an electronics technician. He knew his stuff and unlike a lot of those tech guys, he was a good salesman as well. Plus he could handle just about all of the minor crises that always seemed to be pop up at the store when I wasn't there. I did stay at the store catching up on paper work until around 8:00 PM. I was hoping that she would call, of course, but it didn't happen. Friday was a pretty steady day with customers in the morning. Then around 12:30 PM the phone rang.

I answered and heard a female voice on the other end say, "Help!"

I thought for a second and said, "Hello Katie."

"Awh," she said, "You figured out it was me already?"

"You are kind of hard to forget," I replied.

She laughed and said, "Now why would you think that?"

We chatted for a bit. She suggested that since the club at the end of the shopping center was busy on Friday nights that we go to a bar in a small town that was fairly close to where I lived. I told her that I was working until 9:00 PM and it would be probably around 9:30 PM until I got there. She said that was fine and said we could get some supper there as well. I got directions from her on how to get to the place and then a customer walked in.

I said, "I'll see you later."

She said, "I'm looking forward to it," and then a sweet little, "Bye," as she hung up.

The rest of the day passed quickly and I actually made it to the bar at 9:20 PM. Katie was sitting in a booth near the rear of the place. She waved as I walked in and I headed back there. Before I sat down, I leaned over the end of the bench she was sitting on, and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Then I slid onto the other seat of the booth.

She smiled and said, "That was very nice."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "You were very nice to me on Wednesday."

Katie laughed and replied, "So were you. I would have ordered you a beer but I wasn't sure when you were going to get here." This was one of those places where they keep the menus at the tables. She pulled one out and handed it to me. "I already know what I want," she said.

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked.

She said, "Some of girls that work at the one doctor's office I take care of, come here once a month for lunch and they invite me if I'm around. The food is pretty good."

I scanned the menu which was the usual assortment of bar foods, burgers, subs, plus a few dinners as well. The waitress came over and Katie ordered a burger. I ordered a meatball sub and a beer.

Katie looked at me and said, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions," and flashed a quick smile.

I smiled back and replied, "Katie, I get the feeling that we could sit here until this time next month talking and I would never get to know all of you."

She laughed and said, "Mom always said I was complicated."

I said, "There are worse things to be called. Tell me about your family."

She replied, "There is not much to tell. It's just mom and me. My dad passed away almost 5 years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

She said, "Thank you. He had a heart attack at work and died on the spot. The doctor said that even if he had been in a hospital when it happened, that his chances would have been very slim." She got quiet for a little and added, "I knew something bad was going to happen to him a few days before. I get these feelings, I guess they are called premonitions. It's happened a few times before with other people I knew, and every time, that person died."

"That must be really scary. I get a little deja vu' every now and then but nothing like that," I replied.

She said, "I haven't had one since he passed away and I really hope I never have another one."

I could tell that this was starting to bring her down a little, so I asked, "So, you are an only child?"

She nodded her head yes, then said, "Mom was never able to have any more kids."

I smiled and replied, "I bet you were spoiled rotten."

Katie got a twinkle in her eye and laughed as she said, "I took the job of being the little princess very seriously!"

"I'm sure you were quite a handful," I replied.

She laughed again and said, "Oh yes!"

"I bet you got spanked a lot?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and answered, "Mom had this wooden ruler and dad had his," then she paused for a few seconds and added softly, "Hairbrush."

From the look in her eyes, I could tell that she was again uncomfortable with where this was heading. "But now you are a good girl, right?" I asked with smile.

She smiled and answered, "You tell me how good I was!"

We both laughed and then our food arrived. As we ate, I told her about my family. I grew up in a small town about 30 miles to the northwest of where we were. We talked a little about our high school and college days as well. She mentioned the name Jean a few times as we talked.

I asked, "Who is this Jean?"

She laughed and said, "My best friend in the whole wide world. We have been friends for a very long time and we got into so much trouble together over the years."

I laughed as well and replied, "I can just imagine."

She shook head no and said, "Oh no. You have no idea." I didn't say anything back. I was hoping she was going to go into a little detail there, but she didn't. We had finished eating by that point and she said, "It's getting late. Do you want to get going or just sit here and talk all night?"

I smiled, "That's a real hard decision to make," and I waved to the waitress to come over to the table. I placed my hands on top of hers and said seriously, "But I really do want to get to know you."

Katie smiled and said, "You will. One day, you will. But, you might not like everything you learn about me."

I replied, "I'll take my chances." The waitress arrived and left our check. I went to reach for it, but she was faster. 

"I ask you out," she said, "And I pay the bill."

"Okay," I replied. I got a quick glimpse at the total which was around fifteen dollars. 

She pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of her purse and said to the waitress, "Keep the change."

The waitress smiled and said, "Thanks! Come back again."

As we got up to leave, I said, "That was a pretty good tip."

Katie said, "I worked as a waitress for my senior year in high school and all through college." She didn't need to say any more on that subject. We headed out of the bar and over to where our cars were parked. She called out, "Follow me. I'll show you the shortcut."

I did, but with all the turns she made down this little street and over that little street, I never could remember which way she went. But we were at my apartment in a very short amount of time. It was around 10:30 PM when we got there. She got out of her car and I got out of mine and as I did, I grabbed a bag that was sitting on the passenger seat. We headed up the stairs and I opened the door and hit the light switch. I went over to the kitchen table and dumped the contents of the bag out. There was a small department store in same shopping center that my store was and I had purchased on Thursday, a hand towel, washcloth, and another bath towel. I pulled the price tags off.

I turned to her and said, "These are for you."

She got a surprised look on her face and said, "You didn't have to do that."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "It's not like I can't use them as well."

She said, "Thank you."

"I'll be right back," I said as I picked them up and then walked into the bathroom.

I put them on the towel rack that was in there and while I was there, took a quick piss and washed my hands. I lowered the toilet seat. When I came back out she wasn't in the kitchen area, but I saw that the lamp was on in the bedroom. I turned off the kitchen light and walked into the bedroom. She was standing with her back to me and already had stripped down to her bra and panties.

"Wow," I said as I looked at them and she turned around. They had wide red and blue vertical stripes separated by thin yellow stripes.

"You like?" she asked as she wiggled her ass a little.

"Yes," I said with a big smile, "I do. They look like they are a little big for you though."

She giggled a little and said, "They are a size too big. Most of mine are. I like them like that. Feels better on my girl parts and they let my butt cheeks wiggle."

She did another spin and ass wiggle. She unhooked her bra clasp as she spun around. She gave that a twirl like she had done the last time but decided to drop it on the clothes pile rather than tossing it. Then with another spin and wiggle she slid the panties off and got on the bed. And just like the last time she had been there, she crawled to the center and laid down on her back with her legs open. Of course I was getting undressed through all of this as well. I finally shed my underwear and socks.

I got on the bed from the end, and as I crawled on top of her, I said, "Somebody is in a hurry tonight."

Katie just smiled and reached up with both of her hands. She placed them on my cheeks and gave me a soft and gentle kiss. She always had this wonderful look in her eyes, every time she kissed me like that. We lay there, looking at each other for a few seconds, then she pushed me to my side and rolled over on her side. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed a lot more seriously. I reached down and played with her breast for a while, then moved my hand down to her pubes. She opened her legs a little and I slid my hand into the soft wetness of her cunt. At the same time she reached down and gentle stroked my already hard cock.

"Are you going to be okay tonight?" she asked softly.

"I think so," I said, "I am sure going to try."

She smiled and whispered, "Don't worry about it. What happens, happens."

I replied, "You are wonderful."

She said, "I really liked how nice you were to me the last time."

I grinned and said, "Well being a gentleman, I learned that the lady always cums first. And usually second, third, fourth and fifth as well."

She got a big grin as well and asked, "So what are you waiting for? An engraved invitation?"

I laughed and moved my already soaked finger tips to her clit. I started quickly rubbing it back and forth, with a light touch. As her breathing got harder, I slowly increased the pressure and changed the motion of my finger tips to a circular one. I watched as her eyes got really wide. I felt her tense up and she jerked hard as she came. She grabbed my head and pulled me into a hard kiss. Her legs closed down on my fingers but I kept moving them just the same. She pulled her head back from the kiss and again I watched as she closed her eyes and tensed up as the next one hit her, harder than the first. She was panting like a racehorse coming down the final stretch at that point. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"One more?" I asked.

She didn't say anything, she just kissed me again hard. I started rubbing even faster and harder. 

This time when she came, she let go of my head, and let out a sharp, "Yes!" and flung herself back on the bed. My hand pulled out of her cunt when she did this. I started lightly running my hand up and down her stomach. Her knees were shaking and she was slowly hitting the bed with her fists. Finally she got herself under a little more control and she placed her hands flat on the bed. Her breathing slowed but was still very heavy. She turned her head towards me.

I smiled at her and said, "You are welcome."

She shook her head and said in between breaths, "I don't know what you did to me! That was," and she paused and finished with, "I can't even describe it."

I said, 'you must have been horny, that's all."

Katie rolled her eyes and said with smile, "I'm always horny. But I rarely cum that hard."

I asked, "Always horny?"

She said with a big grin, "Always horny." and she rolled back on her side and pulled me into another kiss. This one was deep but not as hard as the previous ones. She pulled her head away a little and ran her hand up and down my chest. Then she said, "If you want, I will give you a blowjob that you will remember for the rest of your life."

I thought about for a few seconds, but said, "I'll take a rain check on that."

She smiled and said, "Okay."

I said, "I want to make love to you. But I want to taste you again."

She rolled her eyes and with an even bigger smile said, "Oh my God, here I go again." 

I moved my head down and kissed my way to her breast. I sucked on her nipple for a while and as I did, she ran her one hand through my hair. Moving my head over to her other breast, I sucked and caressed that with my tongue for a while. Finally I started licking and kissing my way down to the soft patch of dark pubic hair. Still kissing and licking I made my way down to her clit and stretched out my body at the same time. I started licking her clit in a slow gentle rhythm. I would then move down and stick my tongue as deep as it would go into her cunt and licked and kissed there. Then I would move back to her clit. I brought my hands around her legs and lifted them higher as I reached for her breasts. At the same time, she placed her hands on top of my head and gently stroked my hair. As her passion built, she started lifting her hips a little to press whatever part I had my tongue on or in even harder.

"Somebody is in a hurry," I said with a mouth full of pussy.

I heard, "No," then, "Yes," and "No", and then another, "Yes!" I laughed a little and went to her clit and started licking harder and faster. The motions of her hips got faster as well. Finally I felt her tense up and with a loud "Yes!" she climaxed. I kept up the same pressure and speed with my tongue and after a few seconds of buildup, she came again. "Ohhhhhh!" she exclaimed loudly as she rocked and bucked.

I wasn't sure how long I was going to last once I got my cock inside of her but I figured since she was this wound up, that at least I might be able to get her to climax at least once before I came. I took my hands off of her breasts and climbed up between her legs. As I did that, she reached down and pulled her legs up high. I guided my cock to her waiting cunt and slowly buried it inside of her. I got that twitchy feeling that signaled my impending blast of cum but I held still and waited for it to pass. I moved slowly in and out of her a few times to get myself settled down a little.

Katie said softly, "Go any time you want to, Tony."

"I will but let me at least try a little," I replied.

"Okay," she said with a smile.

I leaned forward and kissed her. I lay my cheek against hers and I started a nice slow screwing motion. I was in all the way and out about half way. I could have come at any time but I had a little better control than the first night. After a minute or so of this, she let go of her legs and wrapped them lightly behind me just below my ass. I pushed in deep and stayed tight. I was screwing with a slow grinding motion with almost no movement of my cock. I picked up the tempo and I could feel her start breathing heavier and faster. I moved my head back a little and looked at her as she built up to a climax. Just as I could feel she was hitting the top, I pulled back and with a few fast and deep strokes, I came hard and so did she. I kissed her as the orgasms hit. After my cock had let out its blasts of sperm deep inside of her, I kept screwing with a slow gently motion until it got too soft to do anything with. I was still about half way inside of her.

"That was nice," I said.

She got a big smile and said, "Yes, it was," and kissed me again. It felt so good just lying there on top of her, both of our crotches soaked with sperm and pussy juice. After a few minutes I moved off of her, laid down on my back and she rolled over on her side. She brought her leg up to rest just below my cock and rested her arm and her head on my chest. It was quiet for a little while as we lay there, then she turned her head towards me, looked at me and smiled.

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

"Nothing," she replied, then she laid her head back down on my chest. She wiggled her ass a little and said, "That was another big one," and giggled a little.

I replied, "A baby maker for sure," and laughed a little.

She looked up at me and said, "You don't have to worry about that."

I looked her in the eyes for a couple of seconds and said, "For some strange reason Katie, the thought of getting you pregnant doesn't scare me at all." 

To this very day I have no clue as to why I said that.

Katie got the sweetest looking smile on her face and looked at me for a few more long seconds. She laid her head back down on my chest again. She made a V with her fingers and slowly walked them down my stomach to my pubes. She playing with my cock and fingered around in the stickiness of our juices. She kissed my nipple a little and started kissing all the way down my stomach to my cock. I watched as she opened her mouth and wrapped it around my cock at the base and gave a slow suck upward, all the while dancing her tongue on the head. She let go of it and said softly, "So tasty." She repeated the suck a few times and then licked around my pubes. Lifting my balls with her hand, she licked the front of them as well. She kissed her way back up my chest and straddled my stomach with her legs. She leaned down to my face and asked, "Do you want a taste?"

I said, "Yes."

She asked, "A little taste or a big taste?" as she smiled and licked her lips.

I said, "Both."

She leaned down and kissed me. Our tongues danced deeply. She pulled back and flashed a big grin, then she climbed up over top of me until her cunt was right over my mouth.

"Ready?" I heard her ask.

"Yeah," I replied and she lowered it right on my mouth. I licked and ate her cunt for a bit and then moving her back a little with my hands licked the rest of her slit and clit off as well. I decided that eating a pussy full of my sperm wasn't too bad at all. 

"Nice," I heard her say. She then wiggled back down and rested her cunt on top of my cock. She bent down and kissed me. Again we did the dance of the tongues. Laying her cheek against mine, I heard her giggle a little and she said softly, "I really have to go pee," and she wiggled her ass a little.

"Okay," I said and she climbed off of me and got off the mattress.

"Are you coming?" she asked as I lay there.

"Yes," I said as I got up and off as well. 

I reached down and grabbed her ass and she reached down and grabbed mine. We walked sideways out of the bedroom door like that and over to the bathroom, laughing the whole way. As we got in there, she spun around and sat down on the toilet.

She got this big smile and asked, "Do you want to watch this time?"

"Sure," I replied.

Katie slid back on the seat as far as she could go. She spread her legs and making a V with her fingers, she placed them on her cunt lips, which she both spread and pulled them upward a little. I was standing to the side of the toilet. "You have to get closer," she said. So I moved in front of the bowl. "Closer," she said. I bent forward a little. I felt her other hand on the back of my head and she pushed me down a little more and the she started to piss. I had never seen a girl piss up close like that and it was pretty neat. I was surprised at how much bigger the stream was than mine, and how much she had in there. It finally stopped, she gave a little wiggle and then another shot came out.




Katie's Love Ch. 02



"Do you want to wipe it?" I heard her ask.

"Yes," I said, amazed at what just happened.

I reached over and got some toilet paper, wiped her, and dropped it in the bowl.

"Give my pussy a wipe as well, " she said, which I did. I straightened up. She asked, "Do you have to go?"

"Yeah," I said. I thought she would have gotten off the toilet, but instead she reached over, grabbed my cock and pulled me closer. She aimed it down into the small open space between the seat and her pubes.

"Well?" she asked. It took a few seconds for me to start peeing. At first, she had it aimed into the bowl but she started moving it around and a little bit hit her pubes right about where her clit was. I looked at her and she said "Oops," with a big smile. After I was done, like the first time, she took a sheet of toilet paper, wiped off the end, gave it a lick, then a kiss and said, "All clean."

To say that I thought that all of this was a little strange is probably an understatement. But at the same time, it was kind of fun. She wiped herself off with some more toilet paper and I backed away from the toilet a little as she got up and flushed it. 

She saw the look in my eyes and must have read my mind because she said, "I guess you think this is pretty weird."

I laughed and said, "It is weird. But it was kinda of neat." I shrugged my shoulders as to say, so what.

Katie laughed and walked to the sink. She picked up the wash cloth, ran some warm water, and got it wet. She wiped herself between her legs and after rinsing it out, she wiped down my cock as well. She rinsed it out again and I leaned in and washed my hands off. We dried off and walked back out into the kitchen and back to the bedroom. As I climbed back on the mattress, she went to the pile of her clothes that were lying on the floor. After finding her jacket, she pulled something out of the pocket and dropped the jacket back on the floor. I had laid down on my side facing the side of the bed where she was. She knelt down on the mattress and crawled over to where I was laying. She got down on her side facing me and handed me the item in her hand. It was like a toothpaste tube, but it said K-Y Jelly. I knew what it was for and why she handed it to me.

"If you want," she said and kissed me. 

She had said, using her own words, that I could screw her butt the last time she was here, but I didn't think it would happen this quick. I had anal sex with a couple of women previously, but with both of them, it had taken some serious convincing on my part over several dates to get them to agree to it. This was being handed to me without my even asking for it. Was I suspicious? Absolutely! Was that going to stop me? Hell no! I just laid the tube down a little above were our heads were resting. I'm sure that most guys would have just went right for it, but I really liked being with her. I figured when we were done, that she wasn't going to spend the night, so I decided to take as much time as possible. And I wasn't even sure if I would see her again. 

I kissed her, slid my hand down to her breast, Katie placed her hand on mine. As I lightly squeezed and played with her breast and nipple, she moved her fingers as well, which felt kind of neat. I worked my other arm under her head and placed the hand on her back so I could pull her even closer. The kiss that followed seemed to last forever. When it did end, I looked her in the eye and starting slowly moving my hand down to her pubes. Her hand did the same down to mine. I just lightly stoked and played with the soft hair and we resumed that kiss. Minutes easily passed. Finally I worked a finger down into her slit and found her clit. She started playing with my cock, which was still on the soft side. Gently and easy we played. I moved my finger in deeper down to the growing wetness of her cunt and then brought it back to her clit. More sweet minutes of play passed. I could feel her passion building and my cock of course had gotten fully erect.

In between one of the kisses as we lay cheek to cheek, I asked her, "Do you want to cum?"

Katie whispered back, "Not yet, this is so nice."

A few more hot minutes of play passed, then I heard her say, "Okay. Yes, okay."

I chuckled a little and worked her clit hard. She made this long "Ohhhh" noise as her climax built and when it hit she let out a loud and long "Yes!" She was so worked up from the all the playing that after a couple of seconds, she climaxed a second time with another loud, "Yes!"

I worked her back up a little then I brought my hand up to her back. My cock pressed against her pubes and she started gently grinding them against it. I reached up, got the lube, then I sat up and slid back down between her legs. She flipped over, got up on her hands and knees and lowered her ass a little. Even in the dim light of the room, it was very sexy sight to look at. I took the top of the lube and placed it to the side of us. I squeezed a large drop on her asshole and pushed my middle finger inside of her. I gently worked it in and out, adding a little lube as I went. She started slowly rocking her ass on my finger in rhythm with my finger strokes. 

I pulled it out and after adding some lube to my index finger, I pressed against her and said, "Two fingers now."

"Okay," I heard her say softly.

I pushed them gently in and again worked them slowly in and out and around to loosen her. This was something that I had read in a book someplace and it seemed to help the other women that I had anal sex with. And like before, she was moving her ass in sync with my fingers. After a couple of minutes, I pulled them out, squirted another drop of lube on her asshole and then some on my cock. I found the cap and put it back on the tube, which I laid off to the side. After making sure my cock was well coated, I got into position behind her and I pushed down on her ass a little for a better angle.

As I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole I said, "Let me know if it hurts."

She said, "Okay."

I started pushing in. My cock went in easily. I had no delusions that mine was the first cock to be in there but still I wanted to go slow. 

I pushed in about two inches, stopped, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Katie turned her head, smiled, and said, "You are doing fine."

So I moved in another inch or so. The other times that I had anal sex with a woman, this as far as I had gone inside. I started slowing moving my cock in and out about an inch.

"You can go in farther if you want," Katie said softly. I moved in another inch and resumed my slow screw. "All the way is fine," she said again, still with that smile on her face. I pushed completely in as far as I could go. "Oh, that feels so good." she said and turned her head back straight ahead. I slowly screwed her ass and was in and out about three inches. Her breathing started getting faster and heavier and I increased the speed of my strokes to match her passion. All of a sudden, she tightened up and let out a loud scream as she climaxed. It was so violent that it scared me. I had read that women could climax just from anal sex and that it could be very intense, but I had never had it happen before. 

I stopped for a few seconds and asked her, "Are you alright?"

She turned again, smiled, and said in between her still heavy breaths, "Oh yes! Oh yes! Keep going."

So I resumed my slow screwing again and after about thirty seconds she started building to another climax. Again I increased my speed to match her breathing and again, with an even louder shriek, she came hard. I kept up the tempo this time and again she climaxed with a loud yell. I slowed back down but Katie was still pretty wound up.

Katie turned her head around, looked at me, and said, "Any time you are ready, let it go."

I wasn't getting a lot of sensation around the head of my cock being in as deep as I was, so I slid back into where it was tighter. I picked up the speed again. It took a little while for me to get close to cumming and she climaxed again while I was stroking. Finally, I hit the point of no return. I pushed back all the way in and my cock throbbed as the first jet of sperm went into her ass. She felt that throb as well and it caused her to climax again with a scream. I kept pushing as my cock kept pumping cum out and then I stopped.

I started to pull out of her, but she said, "Keep it in." I had climaxed pretty hard myself and I was already getting soft but I pushed back in as far as I could go and held there. She clamped her ass muscle around it and I heard a giggle from her. "Don't worry," she said, "It's not going to get stuck in there." I laughed. She started releasing and squeezing my cock. Each time it shrunk down a little more, till finally there was maybe an inch of it left inside. I felt her push a little and out it popped. "See?" she asked with another giggle and a big smile.

There was a trail of sperm leaking out of her ass and heading for her cunt. I leaned over and kissed the top of both ass cheeks and said, "I'm going to wash off."

"I will be here," she replied, still with that big smile.

I got off the bed, went to the bathroom, washed my cock off with soap and water, then I dried it and my hands. I got some toilet paper off the roll and walked back to the bedroom. Katie was still on her knees but she had lowered her shoulders and was resting her head under her arms. I climbed on the mattress along side of her, and cleaned the sperm and lube off her ass with the toilet paper. I rolled it up and set it on the floor along side of the bed. I started to lay down beside her when I noticed that she was watching me with this look of amazement on her face.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "No, not at all. It's just that nobody ever did that before."

I laughed and said, "I have manners, what can I say."

Katie stretched out, rolled on her side facing me, and moved up close. We kissed for a while and she said, "Thank you Tony."

I asked, "For what?"

She replied with a big smile, "For being gentle. That was very nice." 

"I'm glad you liked it," I said with smile and added, "I guess this means I get a second date there."

She laughed, kissed me, and said, "Oh, I know it will happen." She kissed me again and asked, "Am I being too nosy if I asked how you learned to do that?"

I said, "I don't think I am doing anything special but I have never had anyone climax like you just did. My parents had one of those sex guides for married couples that I borrowed without them knowing about. It said to use lots of lube and go in very slow and not to screw real hard." Then I laughed and added, "I took Sex-Ed as a health course in college and the woman that was the instructor was real character. One day when the subject of anal sex came up, she said that the guys should remember that they have an asshole as well, and what it would be like to be on the other end of the cock."

Katie laughed really hard, then got this little smile and asked, "Have you have your butt screwed?"

My eyes got real big and I said, "Oh no. Not me. Never!" 

She looked like she was going to say something but then she just kissed me. I could tell that she was thinking about something by the look in her eyes, but I didn't say anything. We lay there kissing and lightly touching for a while. I would move my head down and gently suck on the breast that was closest to me, before returning to kissing her lips again.

After about ten minutes of this, she said, "I guess I should get going."

"Not going to stay?" I asked.

She replied, "No. I have a lot to get done tomorrow. One night I will. But I will warn you, I snore!"

I laughed and said, "I've been told that I do, but I've never heard it."

She laughed as well and as she did, she climbed on top of me and pushed me on my back. She planted her cunt right on top of my cock. She leaned forward, placed both of her hands on my cheeks and gave me one of those soft sweet kisses. She moved her head back a little and looked me in the eyes for a while. Then it was one more quick kiss and she climbed off of me. She walked out of the bedroom door. A minute or so later I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink running. After another couple of minutes, she came back and started to get dressed. 

After she had put her panties on, she picked up her bra, but then said, "What the hell," and dropped it back on the floor.

I didn't know what she was talking about, but then she picked her blouse and put that on without her bra. Next was her skirt and her shoes. Finally she picked up her jacket and the bra, which she neatly folded up and stuck in the one pocket. She saw me watching her through all of this.

Katie laughed and said, "Too much work to put it on for fifteen minutes until I get home." I just smiled. She knelt down on the mattress and gave me one more kiss. I was going to ask her about the next time, but she said, "Don't worry. I'll call you." Then without saying another word, she got off the bed and left.

I laid there for a good half-hour before falling asleep. I made sure the alarm was set and the clock was wound. I turned out the light and tried to figure out what was going on. This was just too damn good to be true. And it wasn't just the sex, there was something else about her. A feeling, that I had thought I had felt before with other women, but I had been wrong. I didn't want to get too caught up in all of this only to get my feelings hurt again. But still, there was that feeling and it was strong. I finally feel asleep but it was a restless one.

I got up as the alarm started clanging, showered, shaved, and got dressed. I was a little disappointed when I got to my car and there wasn't another note under the wiper, like she had left me the first night she had been there.

The store was only open until 6:00 PM on a Saturday and it went by quickly. All of the other stores in the shopping center closed at the same time. But sales had been good that day. I stopped and got some beer for the night and something to make for supper. I wasn't much for going out at night any more. There had been couple of years in my life where I was hanging out in a bar just about every night of the week. But I tried that a few times after I had gotten promoted to manager and well, it was just too damn rough having the all the responsibility of running the place, not to mention more than a few twelve hour work days, to be showing up with a hangover. I spent the rest of the night working on some music stuff and listening to the radio. My college degrees were in music composition and even though I wasn't working in that field, I was still hoping to do something with it eventually. But it was hard writing on a part time basis. I would spend as much time getting back into the feel of what I was doing, as I did, actually moving forward with the piece. 

I had Sunday off as well. I pretty much just kicked around the apartment for the whole day, other than making another food run. Monday and Tuesday went by with no call from Katie and I was starting to wonder if I would ever see her again.

On Wednesday, the word had gone out that the district sales manager was making unannounced store visits in the area. So in between customers, I cleaned up my desk and got the place in reasonable shape. He was a hard ass company man about eight years older than me. We had gotten off to a rough start after he had promoted me to manager, but I had done consistently well enough that he wasn't riding me too hard. I was showing sales gains every month and all my other numbers were looking good as well. It was around noon and I was doing some final paper shuffling back on my desk when I heard the front door close. I got up, looked out and there was Katie. She was standing there with her hands on her waist and she was looking like she was angry for some reason.

I walked out and as I got close to her, she shook her finger at me and said, "You didn't call me!"

I replied, "You didn't give me a phone number!"

She broke out in a laugh and said, "Yes, I know. I was just having some fun."

I got up close to her, we wrapped our arms around each other and had a quick hot kiss. Then I moved back from her a little. 

She asked, "So what are you doing tonight?"

I laughed and said, "I don't know yet. I met this really great girl last week and I was hoping that she was going to call and ask me out again."

It was Katie's turn to laugh. She said, "Too bad. I guess this means that you are stuck with me tonight."

I smiled and said, "I can think of worse people to get stuck with on a Wednesday evening."

"You want to get supper again?" she asked.

I replied, "No. My sales manager is supposed to be visiting here today and I'll probably won't get to eat lunch until later."

"That's fine," she said, "I'll be down at the club then." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a business card. I always had a pen in my shirt pocket. She reached over, took it out, walked over to the counter and wrote something on the back. She handed me the card and replaced the pen back in my pocket. It was her business card from the company that she worked for and on the back, she had written her home phone number. "Now, you have no excuse." she said with a laugh.

"Anytime?" I asked as I pulled out my wallet and stuck the card inside.

"Anytime," she replied. We moved in close for another kiss and I heard the door bang open. I looked up and my sales manager came walking it. He got where we were standing and stopped. 

I said, "Katie, this is my boss Danny, Danny this is Katie."

They shook hands, then she smiled and turned on the charm. "Tony has told me so much about you. That you are a really great guy to work for."

Danny said, "He probably told you what a son of a bitch I am."

She laughed and said, "No, nothing like that at all. Well I'll leave you guys get to work." She looked at me and said, "I'll see you tonight," and then she walked out the door.

We stood there for a couple of seconds and then Danny turned towards me, put his finger right in my face and said, "I'm going to tell you something and I want you to listen to me."

I said, "Okay," thinking he was going to ream me out for making out in the store.

"What ever you do," he went on, "What ever you do. Don't fuck that up!" I laughed and he continued, "I'm serious. There is something about her." I just stood there in disbelief. He headed back to the office area and I heard him call his secretary to let her know where he was in case of any problems. 

The visit went well. Usually there was always something that he would find to bitch about, but that wasn't the case that day. He hung around for about half-hour and then headed out. As he got to the door, he turned around and said, "Remember, don't fuck that up!" and then he left.

I just stood there shaking my head. The rest of the day went by quickly. I got out around 4:00 PM to grab something to eat. There was a small grill a few doors down from the store that I could get a take out from. Finally it was 9:00 PM and time to close. The club was next to the bank where we made our daily deposit and after I did that, I walked over there. She was already sitting in the back at one of the booths. I saw her wave and I walked back. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss before I sat down on the other seat. The waitress was walking by as I did, so Katie waved to her and ordered me a beer.

"Did you get something to eat?" she asked.

"Yes, around 4:00 PM," I replied.

"Good," she said, then asked, "So how was your visit?"

I laughed and said, "It was good. I thought he was going to yell about us standing there kissing, but he didn't." Then I added, "He likes you."

"Oh really?" she asked and smiled at the same time.

I said, "He told me, not to fuck it up!"




Katie's Love Ch. 02



She let out a loud and long laugh and asked, "Are you going to?"

I smiled and said, "Well you were on top last week."

She laughed again and said, "Yes, that's right!"

My beer arrived and we just sat there laughing for a while.

I said, "Thank you for giving me your phone number."

She smiled, "I just wanted to be sure, that's all."

"Of what?" I asked.

She didn't say anything, she just sat there smiling and looking at me. That beer went down pretty quick and she was done with her drink as well.

She asked, "Do you want another beer or do you want to go have some fun?" and then she licked her lips with her tongue.

"That's a really tough question," I replied. "Let's go!"

She caught the waitress's attention again and paid for our drinks. We got out of the booth and I helped her put her jacket on. Like the previous dates, she had on a simple blouse and skirt combination.

We walked out and she said, "I'll see you over there." 

She got in her car and left. I walked back up to where mine was parked and drove off as well. Of course she was waiting for me when I got there. We climbed the stairs and I opened the door, hit the light switch and we went in. She looked around the place and then walked over to window at the end of the living room and looked outside for a little while.

Katie turned around and said, "Go get undressed. I'll be in a few minutes."

I went in the bedroom, turned on the lamp and started to undress. I moved the covers out of the way and laid down on my side. I didn't hear any noise from the living room but then she appeared at the doorway naked. She had gotten undressed out there for some reason.

I was curious as to why but I didn't ask. She laid down next to me and we started kissing and playing like the last time she was there. I fingered her to a few climaxes, then I went down and ate her to a few more.

I moved up and was getting ready to slide my cock inside of her cunt, when she said, "Wait a second." I stopped and she asked, "Do you want to try something different?"

I said "Sure."

She said, "Lay down on your back."

So I did that and Katie got on top of me. She was sitting a little below my cock when she first got on, but then she moved up and pushed my cock tight against my stomach with her cunt. She reached down with her hand and opened her cunt lips up a little bit. It felt really neat with her sitting like that.

She said, "Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers," which I did. Then she said softly, "I want you to close your eyes and don't say anything. Even when you are ready to cum."

I answered, "Okay" and closed my eyes.

Katie started gently sliding her cunt up and down my cock and the feeling was unbelievably good. So good that had she moved any faster, I would have shot my load out all over my stomach. Then I felt her fingers touch my wrists. She lightly stroked my arms with her fingers and slowly moved down along them. When she got to my armpits, I flinched a little because it tickled, but she changed her touch a little and it felt good without the tickling sensation. I had never had a woman touch me there like that before. She moved her fingertips to my breasts and she started playing with them exactly as I had played with hers. I felt her bend over and suck my right nipple for a while. She kissed her way across my chest and sucked my left nipple in the same fashion. I didn't think I was very sensitive there, but what she was doing felt really good. Of course she continued to slowly slide up and down my cock as well. She went back and forth between my breasts for what seemed like forever. 

Finally she started slowly and gently working her fingers down my stomach. I felt her slide off my cock and she pressed one of her legs between mine to open them. I spread them a little and I felt her put her other leg inside mine. Using her hands, she spread my legs and then pushed on my ankles to get me to bend my knees a little. She traced her fingers up from my ankles to my knees and down to my pubes. She ran her fingertips in and around my pubes and the base of my cock and balls and then she slid them back along the outside of my legs. She kissed my left ankle and just like I had done to her once before, she slowly kissed her way up that leg until she got to where my leg joined my body. She moved back and did the same to my right leg. Returning to my left leg, she licked her way all the way up and did the same to my right. I felt her kiss my left leg just a little above the knee and then she lightly bit it. I jumped a little but didn't say anything. She gave me these little bites all the way down my thigh. Again, she did the same to my right thigh. I felt her hands cup my balls and then I felt her blowing on my cock. Her lips weren't touching but they had to be close. 

She moved her one hand off my balls and I felt her gently trace her finger up my cock and then down again. At the same time, she turned the hand that was still on my balls and I felt a finger start touching me in that sensitive area between my balls and my asshole. Once in a while it would lightly touch my asshole as well. She would press on it gently but she didn't push in. After a minute of stoking my cock with her fingertip, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. I felt her tongue lightly swirl around the head. She pushed the tip of it into my piss slit a little and then she started licking all around the head and then up and down the shaft.

Back in my early college years, I had dated a girl for a few months that really liked giving blowjobs. She would spend fifteen or twenty minutes sucking my cock before bringing me off, but it was nothing like the pleasure that Katie was giving to me. I was teetering right on the edge of climaxing but just couldn't get over the top. After what felt like an eternity, I felt her lips close around the top of my cock and she started sucking it. She would slide her mouth down, wiggling her tongue as she did, and as she pulled it back up, she would press her tongue tightly against it. The hand that was around the base tightened a little and she moved it up and down a little as well. She pressed the finger that was under my balls tightly against my asshole and started moving it around in a circular motion.

After, maybe a minute of this, I felt my cock start to twitch and with a hard throb I exploded into her mouth. I felt her swallow it before the next one blasted out. She moved her mouth so that her lips were tightly around the head and my third shot of sperm went into her mouth. With the hand that was around the base of my cock, she slid it up to her meet her lips and back down again, as if she was milking every last drop out. She stopped that and I felt her let go of my balls. She gave my cock a kiss and let go of it with her other hand. She pressed her hands on my knees to get me to straighten my legs out and she climbed back on top of me and again, set her cunt on top of my now totally deflated cock. She slid her hands slowly up my chest and after playing with my nipples again for a few seconds, they continued upward till they rested on my cheeks.

"You can open your eyes now," she said and I did. She leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. She pulled back and looked me in the eye for a few long seconds then she kissed me again. I felt her lips open and her tongue started to probe and I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out to meet hers. From the taste I could tell that she still had a lot of sperm in her mouth, but at that point I didn't care. I pulled my hands from behind my head and placed them on her head. We kissed for a long time.

Katie pulled her head back a little and after looking me in the eyes for a few seconds said, "So tell me what you thought of that."

I smiled and said, "I don't have the words. Fantastic. Beautiful. I just can't describe the feelings."

She smiled back and asked, "What did you enjoy the most?"

"Everything," I replied, "Everything."

"Was there anything you didn't like?" she asked.

"No," I said, "It was all really nice."

"Even the fact that I was in control?" she went on.

I thought for a second and said, "I didn't even think of it that way. You made love to me without taking anything in return. Just like I do when I'm fingering and eating you."

She got this look on her face, it wasn't happy, it wasn't sad or angry, just like she was feeling something deep inside of her. She smiled and moved forward and we kissed again.

I started trying to work my hand down in between us to play with her cunt, but she stopped me with her hand and said, "I'm good for now." So I placed it back on her head and we just kissed and kissed. She pulled her head back and said with a smile, "Unless you want a really wet bed, I need to go pee."

I laughed and said, "Yes, me too."

Katie climbed off and rolled off the bed. I followed her off and we walked into the bathroom hand in hand. I turned on the light. The seat was still up from my morning piss, but before I could walk over and set it down, she moved over top of the toilet bowl and squatted down. She wasn't sitting on the bowl, just hovering a little above it. She got this silly looking grin on her face and started to pee. It was a long one. Of course I was roaring with laughter at the sight of this and that look on her face. When she finished, she reached back, got some toilet paper and wiped herself.

She stood up, turned around, dropped the seat down, turned back towards me and said, "Next!" still with that goofy smile on her face.

I was laughing so damn hard that I had trouble breathing. I walked over the toilet and was still laughing and trying to aim my cock at the center of the seat opening. 

"Let me do it," she said as she took my cock in her hand.

It took me a good minute or so to stop laughing so I could concentrate and piss. Finally it started to flow and again, she moved the head around drawing little circles in the water. When I stopped, she asked, "Are you done?" I nodded my head yes. She moved her finger out to the tip of my cock and rubbed the drop of piss that was hanging there around a little. "Oops," she said with that goofy grin again. She let go of my cock and got a piece of toilet paper. She wiped her finger off with it and then the head of my cock. As she had done before, she leaned over, gave it a kiss and then a lick, and said, "All clean!"

I knew the finger trick wasn't an accident and I was pretty sure that my cock wasn't all that clean when she licked it but I didn't say anything. I had read one time about what were called water sports, where people pissed on each other and did other similar things, but I thought that was pretty off the wall stuff. We washed and dried our hands, then walked out into the kitchen and I headed for the bedroom. Katie walked out into the living room, got her clothes off of my chair out there and then picked her shoes off the floor. She walked over to me and we went into the bedroom. She dropped her shoes and clothes on the floor as I got on the bed and lay down on my side facing her. 

Katie stood there for a minute looking at me, then said, "I'll be right back."

Before I could say anything, she slid her shoes on. She picked up her skirt and pulled it up over her ass and just buttoned the button without zipping it up. Then she picked up her jacket and put that on without anything underneath. She zipped it up, turned and shook her ass at me. She pulled her car keys out of the right pocket and walked out of the bedroom.

I heard the apartment door open and I could hear her walking down the steps. A few minutes later, I heard her walk back up the steps and then the apartment close with a loud bang.

"Oops!" I heard her say and she walked into the bedroom. She had a small travel suitcase in her right hand and under her right arm was a pillow. Over her shoulder with her left hand, she was holding a suit bag and her purse. She set down the suitcase and taking the pillow with her hand, she tossed it at me. "I'm fussy about my pillows," she said with a big smile.

I caught it and set it on the bed. "It looks I'll be having company tomorrow morning," I said with a smile. She set her purse down, turned, and hung the suit bag up in my closet. 

"Only if you want," she said with a smile as she took off her jacket and skirt. She slid her feet out of her shoes then looked around the room for a second. She opened up the suitcase and pulled out a small nightlight. She walked around the mattress and plugged it into the outlet over there. I had rolled over on my other side to see what she was doing. She turned it on and then she got on the bed and lay down on her side facing me. "I like having a little light when I sleep, she said, then she shivered a little and said, "It's getting cold out there."

I smiled and replied, "I'll guess I will just have to warm you up again." I was curious about the nightlight but I knew some people didn't like being completely in the dark. I had no problems with it. I had really good nocturnal vision and enjoyed the darkness at times. But I wasn't going to rock the boat with her on that issue.

Katie snuggled up real close and put her arm around my neck. She lifted her leg up over my ass and pushed in close enough that I could feel her pubes pushing against my cock. It started to get hard and Katie started slowly pushing them up and down against it.

She said softly, "You can do anything you want to me, anything at all." I was really surprised. Never before had a woman offered herself to me like that. She must have been reading my mind, because she said, "I'm not like everyone else."

I smiled and replied, "For the little time that I have known you Katie, I think I have pretty much figured that out."

She smiled and I leaned forward and kissed her. I put my arm behind her back and starting moving it slowly up and down. All way up to her neck where I would gently stroke under her hair with my fingertips and then down to her ass cheek, which I would squeeze and play with. She started doing the same back to me, all the while stoking my cock with her pubes. If you have ever seen a couple doing a hot slow dance, grinding pubes, playing grab ass, and kissing the whole time, well that was pretty much what was going on, except that we were lying down and naked. A long time passed then on my finger trips to her ass I slid them down her ass crack and found my way to her cunt. Her hand moved down to my cock at the same time, but she still had her pubes pressed tightly as well. We just played and played. My fingers would travel from her cunt to her clit, back to her cunt and then to her asshole, before returning to her cunt again. This was all done gently with very little penetration of either hole. When our kiss would break for a while, I would kiss and lick down her neck and shoulders.

One of the times I was playing with her asshole, she broke off the kiss for a little while and said softly, "The lube is in my suitcase."

I thought about it for a couple of seconds, but then I replied, "Not tonight."

She smiled and said, "Okay" and we resumed the kiss.

Screwing her ass the last time had felt great, but tonight, the mood was different. Soft, gentle, romantic, but still hot as it could get between a naked man and a naked woman. I could hear the minutes were ticking off the clock and I knew it was getting late but I didn't care and neither did she. Finally I slid my hand around and gently lifted her leg up and she got on her back. I knelt down between her legs and parted her pubes from her cunt with my fingers. I leaned forward and stuck my tongue right into her cunt. She was very wet and always tasted nice. I licked around in there and listened to the sweet moans of pleasure coming from her lips. Then pressing my tongue hard against her, I moved my head up slowly until it was on her clit. 

I rolled it around and around with my tongue and soon I felt her tense up and with a soft but firm, "Yes!" she climaxed.

I thought for a second about bringing her off a few times in a row but instead I moved back down to her cunt. Again I licked around in there for a long time before licking her clit to bring her to another orgasm.

As she was coming down off of that one, she said, "You are pretty good at that."

I looked up at her and she had a big smile on her face. I said, "I kind of thought I wasn't the first guy down here."

Katie laughed and said, "There have been a few guys," then she paused, "And a few girls as well." I looked at her with a bit of surprise and she asked, "Does that bother you?"

I said, "No, not at all." I started back eating her again. I was very straight at the time and pretty much still am. But like most guys, at least the ones I knew, some hot girl on girl fun was okay as long as they didn't make a career out of it. Of course I had a quick fantasy of being in bed with Katie and equally beautiful girl.

I heard her say, "I know what you are thinking!" I looked up again, this time with an even bigger look of surprise on my face. She laughed and said, "Someday and it will be a lot of fun."

"Wow," I thought to myself as I went back to licking her. She came again as I licked her clit hard. I decided it was time to move on to better things. I carefully crawled on top of her and guided my cock to her cunt as I did. I slowly slid in to make sure I was in right and then I started screwing her with hard and fast strokes. My control had returned so I was able to keep going for a long time. I changed angles from time to time and the speed as well. Sometimes I would bury in deep and just grind against her. All the while we were alternating between kisses and hugs. She came again and again and again. We had been screwing for so long that my cock was starting to get a little numb. I changed the angle again so I could get a little more feeling and pounded hard and fast until I came and she of course climaxed at the same time. I pushed in deep after I was done but my erection went away pretty fast. I was exhausted and it looked like she was as well.

As I lay on top of her with our cheeks touching I heard her say, "That was great."

I pulled back, kissed her, and said, "You are really great."

She just smiled. Finally I got off of her. 

I asked, do you have to go to the bathroom again?

She said, "No, I'm fine."

Then I asked her, "What time do you want to get up?

Katie said, "I'm usually up at 6:30 AM. My first appointment is at 9:00 AM but I don't have too many tomorrow so it won't matter if I get there late."

I thought for a few seconds. I had to be at the store a little before 10:00 AM to open it. But 6:30 AM gave us enough time for some more fun, plus take showers and get some breakfast. I said, "6:30 it is," and I reached for my clock and set the alarm. I turned out the lamp and she pulled the covers up and her pillow down under her head. There was a little glow in the room from her nightlight. She rolled over and placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me another one of those soft kisses. I always slept on my back so I settled down on the pillow. Katie moved up close, put her arm across my chest, and then lay her head down on it as well. I moved my one arm around her back. It was minute or so later that I heard her making quiet little sleep noises. I lay there looking at her for a few minutes still trying to understand what in the name of hell was happening here. The feelings that I was having for her were so deep and scary. But soon sleep overtook me as well.

The next morning I was awakened by two sounds. The first was the clanging of my alarm. The second was a series of loud shrieks from Katie. She sat up real fast and equally as fast said, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

I looked at her and said, "It's just my alarm clock."

Her face got this funny look and then a kind of sad surprised look. She said, "Oh no. I'm sorry."




Katie's Love Ch. 03



Writers Note

This is the third chapter in my story about Katie and it deals with events that happened in November and December of 1980. This one deals with how she introduced me to the world of kinky sex and there is pretty much everything in here. Bondage, spanking, caning, enemas, watersports, as well as sex toys. If that bothers you, well what can I say. This is as much a part of our story as the first chapters and it needs to be told. But there is one special evening at the end that even after all these years, I still remember as clearly as when it happened. Such was the power and beauty of that night.

Keep the comments coming, I do respond if you leave an email address.

T

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Saturday was real busy at the store and I didn't have time to get lunch, much less think much about what Katie had planned for the evening. It seemed so mysterious and I did wonder, when I had a few minutes of free time, about what I was getting myself into. I was driving a Ford Ranchero in those days. The front was like a car, but it had a bed on the back like a pickup truck. The paint was metallic copper color and I had gotten a vinyl cover for over the bed. It was good looking vehicle, but it had a big motor and ate a lot of gas. But I wasn't driving much and it was a lot better than the old hippie van I driven for the previous four years. I made it to her house around 6:30 PM.

Her house was a light yellow brick ranch style home set a little bit back off the street. There was a driveway that led to a covered carport on the left but Katie had left her car out in the driveway. There was room in the driveway for two vehicles so I pulled mine in along side of her car. I sat there thinking for a couple of minutes about what I was getting myself into, before turning off the ignition and then getting out. I walked over the front door and rang the doorbell.

Katie opened the door, smiled and said, "Hi Tony. I am really glad you came."

I walked inside. She was dressed in what looked like a karate suit with a top that had a belt that tied around the waist that looked like it was made of silk. It was pink that had a pattern worked into it and the lapels and cuffs of the top were white and looked to be of the same material. From the way it laid on her chest I was sure that she didn't have a bra on. The pants were pink as well and matched the top.

I said, "You look very beautiful tonight Katie."

Katie said, "Thank you," and she gave me one of those kisses. The one where she would place her hands on my cheeks and just gently kiss me on the lips. She asked, "Give me your coat," which I did. She hung it on a rack of coat hooks that were on the right side of the hall, then she said, "Come sit down. Supper is almost ready."

The kitchen was off to the left of the entrance hall and to the right was a small dining area. That opened into the one side of the living room. The table was nicely set and there was a pair of candles on it in white glass candlesticks that were lit. I looked around the kitchen and everything was neat and tidy. Even from what little I had seen, I could tell that Katie really took pride how her house looked. 

I went over and sat down at one end of the table and watched as she finished up with the cooking. She brought over a bottle of wine and poured us both a glass. She left the bottle on the table and I looked at it. It was a white wine French with a name that I didn't recognize and the date on the label was 1973. My parents made wine and I drank a lot of it, but I knew very little about the different types. She brought supper over. There were chicken breasts in some kind of clear brown sauce, a rice that was a mix of different colored brown rice's that I had never seen before, and lima beans. I am a fussy eater but I figured that I would be polite and give this a try. Lima beans I liked so they weren't a problem, but the chicken and the rice were great. 

I asked, "What kind of rice is this? I have never had this before."

She answered, "This is wild rice."

"Everything tastes great, "I replied.

Katie said, "Thank you."

We finished eating and talked about nothing in particular. I figured that I would find out soon enough what she had planned for me.

After we were finished eating, Katie said, "Go sit on the couch and let supper settle while I get the dishes done."

I asked, "Can I help?"

She got up from her chair, walked over, kissed me and replied, "Thank you for offering but you are my guest."

I said, "Okay," and walked out to the couch. I sat at one end and watched as she washed the dishes. After she was done, Katie walked into the living room and sat down next to me. "That was a very nice supper," I said, "Thank you."

She smiled and said, "I love to cook. It is like foreplay, I can never get enough."

I laughed and replied, "I have noticed that."

She looked out away from me for a few seconds then turned back so that she was facing me.

"I guess you want to know about tonight?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

Katie said, "I am going to show you some different ways of having fun. It will be a little strange at times but you can stop me at any time you want.

"Okay," I replied.

She asked, "Do you know what a safe word is?"

I answered, "No."

She said, "It is word that you say to end whatever is going on, something that you normally wouldn't say while you were having sex. If you just tell me to stop doing something I will, but if you want this to end completely then you use the safe word."

I was getting a little scared at all of this but there were two things going through my head. First was that I thought that I could trust her and the second was the fact that I really liked her. Even though we had only been together a few times, the feelings that I had about her that were a lot deeper than just from having sex.

Katie could see that I was thinking about all of this and she asked, "Is this okay with you?"

I drew in a deep breath and answered, "Yes, I guess."

She laughed and replied, "You will be fine Tony. Your safe word for tonight will be asparagus. Mine will be broccoli."

I said, "I can remember that."

She went on, "There will be two parts to this. The second part is optional and I'll explain that when we get to it. If you make it though the first part and decide not to try the second one that is fine. After I am done, you will be able to do the same things to me as well."

This still seemed like a lot of mystery to me but I asked, "And if I don't make it through the first part?"

Katie looked at me and replied, "We will see."

I said, "Okay."

She said, "Whenever you are ready, go into the first bedroom, close the door and get undressed. The bathroom is on the left if you have to use it. My bedroom is next to the first one, just call me when you are ready."

I sat there for a few seconds and said, "Might as well get started." 

Katie leaned over and gave me another one of those light kisses with her hands on my cheeks. "You will be fine Tony," she said again softly.

I replied, "I hope so," as I got up off the couch.

There was another doorway on my right that let out to a hallway. I walked through that and went into the hallway. I saw the bathroom, went in, pissed, and washed my hands, then I went back into the hall and into the bedroom. I turned on the light and looked around. There was a double bed, two dressers, one high and one lower one with two rows of drawers. I closed the door and sat down on the bed. I started to get undressed and just laid my clothes on the bed along side of where I was sitting. I was really nervous but I finally peeled off my underwear and socks. I waited for another couple of minutes still wondering about what I was getting into.

Finally I called out, "Katie. I am ready."

A few seconds later I heard a door close and she opened the door to the bedroom I was in. She had changed out of the outfit that she had on and had put on a medium blue top that had a tie around the waist, except that this one didn't have sleeves. She didn't have pants or panties on and I could see her pubes peeking out from under the hem.

Katie walked over to me and said, "Stand up," which I did, and then added "Now don't be scared."

I replied, "I already am."

Again she said, "You will be fine Tony. Now put your arms out like this." She lifted her arms out about waist high with the palms of her hands touching, which I did. She reached into the one pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. My eyes got really wide and I looked at her. She asked, "Just relax okay?"

I answered with a very nervous, "Okay"

Katie put one cuff around my right wrist. It wasn't real tight but I knew that I couldn't get my hand out of it and then she snapped the other one on my left wrist. Despite what she had said, I was scared.

She placed her hand on the chain between the two cuffs and said, "Follow me."

As Katie led me out of the bedroom, she turned off the light and closed the door. The door to her bedroom was closed as well. There was another door at the end of the hall and she walked me to it. She opened the door, turned on the light and we walked into another bedroom. Other than the kitchen, the rest of floors in the house were carpeted but this room had a brown linoleum floor. Off to the left was a hospital bed with one of those trays on wheels sitting behind it and there was a chair sitting against the far wall. Not quite in the center was a bench about five feet long and two feet high that had a padded top. I could see straps hanging down at various spots from the underside. There was another long bench that was a foot high sitting to the left of it and one other small bench that was the same height as the first one. Against the wall was a low dresser with two rows of drawers and on top of that I could see a piece of pink cloth and another piece of blue cloth that looked to be covering something up. There was small table to the right of that and it had a piece of white cloth on top of it. The last item I saw was one of those metal stands like they use in a hospital for hanging IV bags on and along the right wall there was a large closet and another door.

I looked at all of this, then looked at Katie as she said, "This is my playroom." I didn't say anything. She moved behind me and turned down the lights, which were on a dimmer switch, a little. She said, "I just wanted you to get a good look."

I said, "I got one."

She led me by the handcuffs over to the bench, then she said, "Kneel down on it," which I did. She motioned to me to move back a little bit from where I had first got on, then she walked around to the front, lifted up a strap with a hook on it and snapped the hook over the handcuff chain. I was shaking a little bit but she bent down and said, "Just relax. Remember, you can stop this at any time you want." I just kept quiet and she added, "We are going to start with a little bit of bondage."

I said, "Okay," but I was still shaking. 

Katie moved behind my ass and I watched as she got one of the straps, then she reached over my legs and got the other part. She buckled them together right behind my knees. Not real tight but it wasn't like I was going to get out of it. She did the same with another strap over top of my ankles.

She said, "Stretch your arms out and lay your head down on the bench facing me."

I did this and she took another strap and fastened that over my back right about my armpits. She walked to the front and tightened up the one that was hooked to the handcuffs.

She asked me, "How do you feel?"

I answered, "Pretty stupid and very scared."

Katie replied, "Just relax. I am not going to hurt you." She walked around to the side of the bench that I couldn't see. I felt her hand on my ass and I jumped a little. She laughed and said, "Relax Tony. You are going to feel something wet. It is just a baby wipe to make sure that you are clean." I felt her place the wet wipe on my asshole and she wiped it off for a little while. "Very good," she said. I felt her move way from me and after a few seconds she came back and I felt her hand again on my ass. She slid it down my leg and over to my balls. She played with them for a bit and then moved her hand to my cock, which started getting hard as she played with it. She stroked me for a while and it felt really nice, then she moved her hand off of my cock and said, "You going to feel something wet again."

I said, "Okay," and I felt something gooey on my asshole. 

"Just some lube," she remarked and added, "You are going to feel a little pressure, it is just my finger." I didn't reply to that. I felt her finger tip press against my asshole. She rubbed it lightly for a few seconds and then she pushed it in which was the first time that any one had done that to me. She moved in and out and I felt her wiggle it as she slid it in and out. She asked me, "How does that feel?"

I said, "Weird."

"Does it feel good?" she asked. It did feel good but like most guys I thought that it was queer to like having your asshole played with. She must have sensed that was what I was thinking because she said, "You are not gay just because you like having your butt played with. Does it feel good?"

I said, "Yes it feels okay."

Katie said, "See. Now I'm going to put two fingers in." I felt her pull her finger out and she put some more lube on my asshole. I felt her slide two fingers inside of me. It stretched a little but her fingers were slender and it didn't feel bad. I felt her other hand go back to my balls and she played with them as worked her fingers in and out of my ass. She moved her hand down to my cock and started lightly stoking that. This was feeling really damn good. I didn't want it to feel good but it still was. After a couple of minutes of this I was started to get close to cumming. She sensed that I was because she took her hand away from my cock and pulled her fingers out of my ass. I felt her move away again.

She placed her hand on my ass again and said, "You are going to feel a little pressure again."

I said, "Okay." I thought she was going to finger me some more but I felt something different at my asshole.

She said, "Relax and push down like you have to go to the bathroom."

Again, I replied, "Okay."

I felt her push down and whatever it was started going into my ass. She worked it in a little at time and would pull it back. Whatever it was got thicker as it went in farther. I could feel my asshole starting to stretch a little as it got deeper and deeper. Then she gave a push and it went into my ass and it burned a little as it did.

She asked, "Do you know what a butt plug is?"

I answered, "No."

She replied, "This one is not very thick and there is a base on it to keep it from falling in." She tapped on that with her finger and asked, "How does it feel?"

I said, "It hurts a little. How big is it?"

Katie walked around so that I could see her, made an O with her fingers about one inch in diameter and said, "See it is not very big."

I replied, "If you say so."

She laughed and walked back around to where I couldn't see her. I felt her touch my ass again and she started twisting the butt plug back and forth a little. Like before, her other hand went down to my cock. 

I heard her say, "I'm going to pull it out so relax." 

Which she did and then she slowly pushed it back in. She did this a few times and my cock was going crazy from the touch of fingers but it still wasn't enough for me to get off. She pulled it out completely and moved away from me again. Then I felt something else at my asshole which she pushed in slowly. It was wasn't as big as the butt plug but it didn't feel like it was tapered except at the tip. She worked this in and out of my ass for a while. She stopped, then whatever it was started buzzing in my ass and I jumped a little.

Katie laughed and said, "This is a vibrator." I had heard of those but never had any experience with one. She resumed screwing my ass with it. It felt weird but it also felt good. She played with my balls but not my cock this time. I heard her say, "I can tell you like this."

I said, "It feels strange."

She laughed and after a couple of minutes she stopped, turned it off, and pulled it out.

She said, "Don't go anywhere, I will be right back."

I replied, "I will be here."

Katie laughed again. I waited and then I heard the sound of water running. I figured the other door led to a bathroom. I could her doing something but what it was I couldn't tell from the sound and then the water stopped.

A few seconds later she said, "I have a question. Have you ever had an enema?"

I answered, "Yes. Why?"

She said, "Because I am going to give you one."

I was shocked and replied, "Do you want me to shit all over the place?" 

She laughed and said, "No. You will do that in the bathroom. I will let you loose before there is a problem."

I said, "I hope so."

Katie replied, "Now just relax. Breathe deep and slow. This isn't a real big one and I will stop it about half way to give it time to settle." I felt something small slide into my ass and then a warm sensation as the water started to flow. She said, "It is important that it not be too hot because that can burn the other person. Too cold and it really hurts. There is a little soap in there to clean things out good." I started to feel my guts churning a little but I kept breathing as she told me to. "Okay, that is about half way," she remarked and I felt the water stop.

I lay there and tried to relax but my ass was really doing a dance. Finally it settled down and she started the flow again. I had no clue how I was going to make it to the bathroom in time. 

I felt the water stop again and she said, "All done. You are doing really good." She pulled the nozzle out of my ass. A few seconds later I felt something else going in. "It is just the butt plug," she said, "Just in case." Of course the pressure of that added to the feeling like I was going to explode. I really didn't think that this was fun at all. She started unbuckling the straps and after she unhooked the handcuffs from the bench, she said, "Get up slowly." 

I did that and she led me into the bathroom. She positioned me at the toilet and said, "Bend over. I am going to pull the butt plug out but hold it in until you sit down."

I replied, "I will try."

She pulled it out, I sat down fast on the toilet, started blasting just as I hit the seat and it felt like it was never going to end. Katie came over and unlocked the cuff that was on my left hand. The bathroom must have been for a handicapped person at some point because there was a metal handrail along the wall. She pulled my right arm over, snapped the cuff over the rail, then reached back and flushed the toilet.

"Just to make it less stinky," she said with a smile.

She went back out in the room and came back with the enema bag. She rinsed it out and I watched as she filled it again with water.

I asked, "Another one?"

Katie said, "Sometimes the soap can be irritating so this one is just to clean all that out. This one will be easier."

Finally I felt like I was done. The toilet paper roll was on the wall to my left. 

I said, "I need my right hand to wipe with."

She smiled and replied, "Use your left hand."

I thought to myself, "This is really fucking weird." I never wiped my ass with my left hand before and it was a real challenge. I thought I had myself pretty clean and I said, "I am done."

She replied, "Stand up, turn your ass towards me, and bend over."

I did that and she flushed the toilet. She looked at my ass and got some toilet paper and wiped me one more time. She tossed the paper into the toilet. There was a hook on the wall by the toilet and she hung the enema bag on it.

She said, "Relax," and she pushed the nozzle inside my ass. I watched as she released the hose clamp and again I felt the water flowing into my ass. This time it was easier since I was already cleaned out, but I did have some cramping. She didn't stop it this time, she just let all of it flow in. She pulled the nozzle out and said, "Now try to hold it in as long as possible."




Katie's Love Ch. 03



I stood there for a minute or so but the pressure was too great so I swung around and got back on the toilet again. This time it was more of squirt than a blast. I sat there and pushed until I was sure that it was all out and again I wiped my ass as best as I could with my left hand. I'm sure that some of you are thinking, so what is the big deal, but for me it was. Katie didn't say anything through all of this. 

After I was finished wiping, I said, "I'm done."

Katie walked over, unlocked the cuff from the rail, and then she said, "Stand up," and I did. She moved behind me and I heard, "Hands behind your back." I brought them back and felt the cuff click around my left wrist again. "Back to the playroom now," she ordered. I walked back out in there and I heard her say, "Kneel down on the bench again."

I crawled on and she directed me to move forward so that my head was hanging off the end. I felt her again fasten the straps behind my knees and my ankles. The one around my back she passed under my arms. Having nothing to rest my head on was very uncomfortable. I felt some thing wet on my asshole and again her finger went in. She played for a while and then pulled it out. A few seconds passed and I felt something else at my ass. It felt like the butt plug but this one was thicker. She took her time working it in and out before finally pushing it inside of me. My asshole was burning and it felt like she had shoved a beer can in there.

I said, "That is pretty damn big."

She laughed and replied, "Not that big. Your cock is bigger."

"If you say so," I said.

She started playing with my cock again. It felt damn good but like before she didn't make me cum. She stopped and then I didn't feel or hear her for a couple of minutes. I saw her walk in front of my head. She picked up the low and long bench and brought it over to the end of the bench were my head was. She reached down, held my head up as she slid the bench under my head and then sat down on bench right in front of my face.

Katie leaned down and said, "I know you will like this part." She sat up, laid back on the bench, then she moved forward until her pussy was right in my face. I started licking her clit and after a few seconds of that I heard, "Get in good and deep". I licked down to her cunt but it had this funny taste. It was salty and sharp and not as nice tasting as it usually was. I stopped licking. She said, "Oops. I took a pee and I forgot to wipe. I guess you will have to clean it for me."

I did like that at all, so I waited and waited, but she didn't say anything. Finally I started licking again. Once I got the piss off and into her cunt it was okay. She started moaning as I fucked her with my tongue and moved my lips around her lips as well. Her climax started to build and I moved my lips back to her clit and she came.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed as she went over the top. I kept licking at her clit and she climaxed a second time. My neck was getting stiff so I stopped and turned my head sideways against her cunt. "That was very nice," she said. She slid back on the bench and got off. I felt her pull the butt plug out and then slide it back in again. "This one fits pretty good now, doesn't it?" she asked.

I answered, "My ass feels like there is a truck parked in there."

She laughed and replied, "You will get used to it. Now it's time for you to have some fun."

I wondered what she had in mind and then I felt her hand wrap around my cock. This time it was slippery like she had put some lube on it. She started to slowly stroke it, lightly at first and then a little harder but still very slow. My balls were ready to explode but she just held me at the edge for a long time. I felt something touch the head of my cock and I jumped a little.

She said, "It is just a cup to catch the sperm. Don't want to make a mess." She started going faster and faster with her hand and then I came so damn hard that it almost hurt. She milked out each squirt of sperm and kept on pulling on my cock for a while afterwards to make sure it was all out. She let go of me, walked around and sat down on the bench in front of my head. 

Katie showed me the cup, which was a small paper one and said, "Look at all that nice sperm." She dipped her index finger into it and then she licked it off. "You do taste very good," she said as she dipped her finger back in the cup. She put her hand in front of my face and said, "Open wide." I opened my mouth and she stuck her finger in my mouth and wiped the sperm off on my tongue. I watched as she swung around, lay back on the bench and poured the rest of the sperm on her pussy and cunt. She used her finger to scoop what was left in the cup on and then she smeared all of the sperm into her pussy. "Clean it up!" she said with a big smile as she pushed her cunt back under my mouth.

I licked and licked. I brought her to one climax and licked some more. 

Katie came again and I asked, "Clean enough?"

She giggled and replied, "Little more yet." I went back to licking and she had one more orgasm. After it was done, she said, "That was very nice." She slid back on the bench, sat up, and started running her hands up and down my back. She said, "That was the first part. You did really well Tony."

I replied, "That thing is still in my ass."

She laughed, "I'll get it out on a minute. Now about the second part. This is optional and if you don't want to try this I will understand. I let you loose and you can do the same kind of things to me that I just did to you. The toys that you can use on me are under the blue cloth."

I replied, "Okay."

She went on, "The second part is a spanking."

I asked, "What?"

Katie replied, "I will spank you forty times. You can stop me at any time and however many spanks you take, you can give back to me. If you take ten and stop, then you can spank me ten times. If you make it through all forty, well then you can spank me forty times as well."

I just lay there thinking. I really did not want to get spanked and to be honest I was afraid of it. I had been spanked plenty of times as kid and well some things in life you don't forget. But the tough guy in me thought, "How hard could it be? She is just a girl and if I am going to spank her back, it can't be too bad."

Finally I said, "I guess I will try it."

She leaned forward, turned my head a little, kissed me on the cheek and replied, "Don't worry, I will take care of you afterwards." Of course that remark did little to ease my fears. She said, "I am going to move you back on the bench a little."

Katie got up, walked behind me and I felt her hand on my ass, then she pulled the butt plug out but my asshole still felt stretched.

She undid all the straps and said, "Move back," and I pulled myself back on the bench. "Farther," she said, and I did until my feet were hanging off the end. She put the straps back on my legs, this time a lot tighter. When she threaded the one under my arms and over my back, she told me, "Turn your head to the right."

I did that and she buckled that strap so tightly that I couldn't move my head. The last thing she did was to pull my arms up a little above my waist, then she ran another strap through the chain of the handcuffs and tightened that down and at that point I was really getting scared. 

She said, "I will be doing this in groups of ten," and asked, "Are you ready?"

I said, "I guess," but it wasn't very convincing sounding. I couldn't see where she was standing but I felt her hand touch my back from the left side. She lifted it off and then she slapped my right ass check hard. "Fuck!" I yelled. "Forty like this?" I thought, "I won't be able to walk tomorrow, much less sit down." Katie waited and waited and it seemed like forever until she slapped my left cheek just as hard. I let out a sharp "Oh!" noise and again she waited a long time and delivered another one back to my right cheek.

Katie said, "The reason why I am taking so long between each spank is because I want to give you time to enjoy each one. I could do them real fast but it would not be as much fun for you."

"Fun?" I asked.

She laughed, slapped my left cheek again and replied, "Some people like to count each spank, some don't. I am not going to do anything funny." This waiting business made this whole deal more like torture than a spanking and Katie took her time giving me the next four spanks as well. My ass was burning at that point. I heard her say, "The last two in each group are always a little more special."

"Special?" I asked.

Katie didn't say anything but she slapped me very hard on my left cheek and I jerked from how hard it was. 

She remarked, "A little harder than the rest of them." After another long wait she did the same to my right cheek. I lay there breathing hard. My ass was already hurting at that point and I didn't know how much more of this I could take. Katie brought the small bench over along side of my head where I could see her, walked away, and after a few seconds, came back and sat down on it. She said, "You are doing really well."

I replied, "If you say so."

She went on, "The other reason for waiting is so that you don't tense up expecting the spank. It doesn't hurt as bad." Then she reached around, pulled out a wooden paddle, and asked, "I am sure you played with one of these as a kid?"

It was one of those toys that had a rubber ball attached by a long thin rubber band and you would try to hit the ball with the paddle as it bounced back. This one didn't have the ball or the elastic.

I answered, "Yes, I had one of those. I thought this was just a spanking?"

Katie laughed and asked, "Were you just spanked with a hand?"

I replied, "No," but I didn't tell her that my mother had an old web Army belt that she used and also a wood yardstick.

She said, "I just want to give you a taste of some of the different ways to enjoy this. This is a nice paddle," and she smacked her other hand with it a couple of times.

"Enjoy this?" I thought to myself. 

Katie said, "Any time you are ready Tony."

I drew in a deep breath and replied, "Go ahead."

She got up, walked away from me and I tensed up waiting for the first one to land.

"Relax Tony," she said softly.

"Easy for you to say," I said back. But I relaxed a little and the paddle landed on my right ass cheek with a loud smack. "Damn!" I exclaimed from the pain which was really sharp.

She said, "I am not hitting you all that hard."

I replied, "It sure feels that way."

I heard her laugh a little then it got quiet. I was expecting her to hit my left ass cheek but this time she hit the right one again just as hard. After another wait she hit my right cheek again right on the same spot and it was really starting to hurt. 

Katie said, "I liked to mix it up some times rather than alternating cheeks. This way you can't really plan for where it is going to hit next."

I thought she would hit my right cheek again but this time she smacked my left one, waited and did it a second time. The next one went back to my already sore right cheek, then she finished up with two more on the left.

I heard her say, "The last two." I tensed up knowing that they were going to be harder but she said, "Tony, just relax."

I tried to but I didn't do a very good job of it and as promised the next one was very hard to my left cheek and again I yelled, "Fuck!"

She didn't say anything. It seemed like she took even longer this time to smack me just as hard on my right cheek. The pain was getting very intense. I didn't think that I could take much more of this. I was breathing very hard trying to keep myself under control but I was close to crying from it.

Katie came back over, sat on the bench beside me and said, "You are doing very well. I am really proud of you. Just think, you can spank me twenty times as well. But there is one thing I want you to remember."

I asked, "What is that?"

She replied, "It is not about revenge. You agreed to this and you can stop it at any time. You just want to make me feel as good as I am making you feel. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I answered, "I am not feeling very good right now."

She leaned over, kissed my cheek, and said softly, "In time you will Tony."

I replied, "But I understand."

Katie said, "Good," then she sat up, reached back and pulled out another paddle from behind her. It was the about the same size and shape as the other one but this was made of leather. Katie smacked her hand with it a few times and said, "This isn't going to feel as sharp as the other paddle. Just let me know when you are ready to begin."

I was seriously thinking about telling her to stop at that point, but I said, "Wait a few minutes."

She replied, "Take all the time you want. We have all night."

I lay there and waited for a while hoping the pain in my ass would subside a little, but it still burned. 

Finally I said, "I am ready."

Katie leaned over, kissed me again, and got up off the bench. 

She said, "I am going to give your butt a little rest so you will feel these down on your legs." I didn't say anything but again I tensed up. She laughed and said, "You are only going to make it hurt worse if you do that."

I relaxed, took a few more deep breaths, then with a loud, "Whack!" I felt the paddle hit my left leg just below my ass. While it stung, it wasn't as bad as the wooden paddle. The next seven whacks to both of my legs went by.

I heard her say, "Time for the last two."

I really started to dread hearing those words. I prepared myself for a really hard slap on my legs but she went back to my ass.

"Damn it!" I yelled with surprise as it connected with my left ass cheek.

After another wait that seemed to go forever, she repeated the blow, this time on my right cheek. The pain had numbed down a little while she was hitting my legs but it came rushing back.

I was breathing very hard and my legs started shaking a little. Katie again sat on the bench and ran her hand gently up and down my back but she didn't say anything. My ass was telling me that I should stop this but my brain said, "It is only ten more." 

A few minutes passed and she said, "We are down to the last ten. I am not going to lie to you, these are going to hurt a little more."

I looked up at her. I was still trying to decide if I was going to quit or not, but I didn't say anything. She got up, came back a few seconds later, and as she sat down, she showed me what she was carrying. It was a white rod, that looked like it was made of fiberglass and it had a black handle at the end. There was a wrist strap hanging off the end of the handle and it was about three feet long and a little over one quarter of an inch in diameter.

Katie said, "This is a cane. Not a real cane, those are wood, but it works just the same." She flexed up and down a few times and I heard a soft swoosh each time as she did. She leaned forward, kissed my cheek again and in soft voice that was close to a whisper said, "Remember Tony, you can stop me at any time. You have done very well and do not be afraid to cry. It is perfectly normal and I will never make fun of you for doing it."

I answered, "Okay," but I was dreading what was about to happen.

She asked, "Ready?"

I replied, "Yes," then she kissed me one more time and got up. 

I heard those swoosh noises again with the cane and I tensed up as she did that. She didn't say anything and I relaxed. I heard another swoosh sound and then a stripe of fire went across the center of my ass. I opened my mouth but nothing came out, the pain was that intense and I started shaking again. Katie waited and then I felt another searing blow, this one lower down. The shaking continued and so did the caning. After the fifth one I couldn't hold it back any longer and I started crying from the pain. 

Katie asked, "Tony, do you want me to stop?"

I didn't say anything right away but I thought, "What the hell, might as well get this over with." I said, "No," as I continued to cry.

Again I heard a swoosh and again another searing blast of pain ripped through my ass. She didn't take as much time to deliver the next two hits.

Then I heard her say those words, "The last two."

I didn't believe that it could hurt any worse than it had but it did. This time she went on the diagonal across my ass and it was very intense. I tried to kick my legs but I couldn't move in the straps. Katie waited a very long time and then hit my ass again on the diagonal from the other direction. I was crying so damn hard, I couldn't believe how bad it hurt and that she would even do this to me. "Stupid me," I thought, "Stupid, stupid me." 

Katie came around, sat down and said, "Tony, that was very brave. I am so proud of you." I just lay there crying and she said, "I will make it feel better now," and she got off the bench again. I saw her open one of the drawers and take a jar and what looked like a rubber glove out of it. She put on the glove and walked behind my ass. She said, "Just relax. I am going to put something on your butt that will help with the pain."

I felt her hand lightly touch my ass and she started rubbing something into it. She covered my ass cheeks with whatever it was, then did my legs, and after waiting a little while, she put another layer on my ass. She walked back over to the dresser, took off the glove and put the jar back in the drawer. 

Katie walked over and said, "I am going to undo the straps but just stay still. It will take a little while for the cream to work." She unbuckled the ones around my legs first, then the one that was through the handcuffs, and she unlocked the cuffs and I let my arms dangle to the floor. Last off was the strap around my upper back. Whatever was in that cream seemed to be working. My ass still hurt but it was getting to be more of a dull ache rather than the screaming pain of a few minutes ago.

Katie said, "Now get up real slow," which I did. My legs were a little shaky but she stepped over the bench in front of me and helped me to stand up. She said, "Go lie down on the bed for a little while." 

I slowly walked over to the bed, got on and lay on my stomach. She got on the bed from the other side, lay down next to me on her side and started gently running her hand up and down my back.

I didn't know what to do at that point. One big thought was that I should get my clothes on and run as fast I could out of there. This was just all so strange to me. But I really liked this girl despite all of this. I just didn't understand how she could be so nice and loving in bed before and at the same time get really weird like this. Katie didn't say anything to me for a while. I guess she could tell from the look on my face that I needed some time to myself to think.

She kissed me on the cheek and said, "Any time you are ready to get started is okay with me."

I asked, "Do I do the same things to you?"

Katie replied, "If you want. There are some different toys for you to use."

I asked, "Do I do things in the same order?"

She laughed and answered, "No. You can play with me any way you feel like. Spank me first or in the middle. Just make it feel good, that is all."

I still didn't understand this business about a spanking feeling good but I didn't ask her about it. I thought a while longer but I decided to wait until I saw what toys she had laid out for herself.

I replied, "Might as well get started then." 

I slid back off the bed. My ass still ached a bit but it wasn't too bad. Katie got off from the other side, pulled the handcuffs and keys out of the pocket of her top, and then took it off. She walked over to where I was standing and handed the handcuffs and keys to me.

She asked with a smile, "Front or back?"

I answered, "Back."

She kissed me first, then turned around and brought her hands together behind her back. I put the cuffs on her.




Katie's Love Ch. 03



Katie said, "Make them a little tighter, I can slide my hands out if I really try." So I closed them tighter on her wrists and as I did that she said, "That is good." 

I walked her over the bench, had her get on it, and after I strapped her down, I started playing with her like she played with me. Under the cloth was an assortment of dildo's, vibrators, butt plugs, and some small spring clamps on a chain that I had no idea what to do with. I pretty much just went through the motions with her. I could see where some of this would be fun, but I was in a really fucked up state of mind by then. I would have much rather just had her on the bed to have some nice sex with. I spanked her and she told me that I wasn't hitting her hard enough, so I hit harder. I mixed the spankings in with the other play. I wasn't having fun doing it but she seemed to like it. The same was true with the paddles and the cane. I was surprised at the marks the cane left and I was sure that my ass was a real roadmap after the whipping she had given me. I brought her to a few orgasms and finished everything off by screwing her as she was strapped down on the bench.

After I was done I asked her, "Do you want me to put that stuff on your ass?"

She replied, "No. I am fine."

I said "Okay," and opened up the straps and took off the handcuffs.

Katie pointed to the bed and said, "We will sleep there tonight."

I replied, "Okay," then I went into the bathroom and washed up a little.

She had turned on a nightlight and switched off the room light when I went back out here. She was already in the bed and I climbed in beside of her. It was a tight fit with both of us on there but after I laid out on my back, she got on her side and up close to me like the first night we had spent together in my apartment. My ass still had a little bit of an ache to it.

Katie asked me, "So what do you think about this?"

I wasn't really in the mood for talking so I replied, "I don't know Katie."

She got a little bit of a worried look on her face but she said, "Okay," and she kissed me.

She lay her head down on my chest and after a couple of minutes I heard her sleeping. It took a while for me to fall asleep, I was so totally confused at that point. This playroom deal was weird beyond belief but yet I was really falling for this girl. I fell asleep but it was a tense sleep with lots of crazy dreams.

I woke up the next morning and Katie wasn't next to me. I looked around and she was wasn't in the playroom. I called out, "Katie?"

She walked back into the playroom a few seconds later and turned the lights up to where they had been when we had been playing the night before. 

Katie had put the blue top back on and she said, "You are finally awake."

I said, "Yes. What time is it?"

Katie answered, "9:30 AM. I got up a while ago but I decided to let you sleep. I will get some coffee and breakfast started."

I said, "Okay."

She walked back out and I got up and walked over to the bathroom. I looked back over towards the dresser and she had everything covered up again. I went in and pissed. There wasn't a lot of room in the bathroom but I was able to look a little at the marks across my ass in the mirror of the medicine chest and they still hurt when I touched them. As I was walking back out of the bathroom Katie came back into the playroom, cranked up the back of the bed and then she slid the tray around to the middle of it.

"Breakfast in bed this morning," she said with a big smile.

"Whatever," I replied.

I was still really fucked up by all of this, but I thought that maybe after breakfast that we would have sex and I could get out of there. I got back in the bed and a few minutes later Katie came back with tray. On it was a pot of coffee, two mugs, a small while ceramic pitcher of milk, and a matching sugar bowl. She moved everything off the tray that she was carrying and she poured me a cup of coffee. I drank mine black with extra sugar, so I added the sugar, tasted it, and it was really good coffee.

She asked, "How you do like it?"

I replied, "This is great. I have never had coffee that tasted this good before."

With a big smile she said, "It is called French Roast. I grind the beans myself."

I took another sip and said, "I really like this."

Katie replied, "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," and she went back out the door. 

I was pretty much done with the first cup when she came back with the tray again. On it were two plates with French toast and breakfast sausages, along with a bottle of maple syrup. She set that on the bed tray and got into the bed beside of me. 

She gave me a kiss and said, "Let's eat!"

Maybe it was just me but even for being such a simple breakfast it tasted great as well. I was hungry and I finished before she did. I settled back on the bed and sipped some more coffee. After we were done, she got up and moved the bed tray off to the side and a little behind the bed. She went behind the bed, cranked it back down flat, and walked around to the other side and took her top off. She laid that over the back of the bed and got back in along side of me.

I rolled on my side facing her and we looked at each other for a few minutes. I could tell that she wanted me to talk about what had happened last night but I was still confused and feeling weird about all of it. She gave me one of those kisses where she placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me lightly on the lips. I pulled her back to me and we kissed long and deep. I started lightly touching her breast and soon my hand was down in her cunt. Her hand was gently playing with my cock as well. I fingered her to a couple of orgasms and was thinking about eating her as well. I started kissing my way down her body, first pausing at her breast to suck on it for a while and then to her navel where I stopped. I remembered that trick she had pulled the previous night about not wiping her crotch after she had pissed.

Katie sensed that was what I was thinking about because she said, "I washed myself this morning Tony. It is all clean."

I said, "Thank you," and I slid down between her legs. 

I moved in and she tasted just as good as she did those nights in my apartment. I ate her until she climaxed a few times. She had her hands on my head and was gently stroking my hair the whole time. I moved up on top of her, guided my cock to her cunt and slowly pushed until I was completely inside of her. I leaned forward, started kissing her, and at the same time started screwing her slowly. I was in no hurry to cum and it felt so damn good, like we were really making love instead of fucking and I thought that I could sense the same feelings coming back from her. This went on for a long time. I would start screwing faster until she climaxed, and then go back to a slow screw again. I really didn't want it to end. 

Then one time, as I started screwing her faster, she started grabbing my cock with her cunt muscles. I knew that I wasn't going to last too long once she started that so I started going faster and faster. She was right on the edge of cumming herself when I pushed in deep and with a hard throb, my cock let loose with a shot of sperm. Katie came very violently as she felt it. It was like the second night in my apartment when I had fingered her to a very strong orgasm. She was shaking and pushing herself up hard against me as I finished emptying my balls inside of her. I pushed in tight and kissed her. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me, climaxed a second time without me even moving, then she pulled my head along side of hers and held me like that as she continued to shake.

Katie said softly, "Oh my Tony, oh my."

I replied, "That was very nice Katie." 

She squeezed me even tighter with her arms and we lay like that for a long time. A voice deep inside of me said to never let go of this girl that she was the one. But at the same time I was still feeling weird about this kinky stuff. Something about her just didn't make sense. I finally moved off of her and lay down on my side and she turned facing away from me and snuggled up close. I kissed her neck and ear a little and once in a while she would turn her head towards me so that I could kiss her lips. From the look in her eyes I could that she was feeling what I was feeling but she would then turn her head back away from me.

We lay like that for some time and then Katie said, "I guess we should go get a shower."

I replied, "Okay."

She turned her head, kissed me again, slid off of the bed, and said, "We will use the other bathroom." I got off the bed as well and followed her in there. We washed each other off but didn't talk much and as we were drying each other off afterwards she felt my face and said, "You should have brought your razor."

I replied, "I don't shave on Sundays unless I have to work at the store."

"You should still look nice," she answered, "Now go sit down on the toilet." I closed the lid and sat down. She wet my face and then smeared hair conditioner on it like she had done at my apartment. She got her razor from the shower, put in a new blade, and shaved me. After she was done and had rinsed my face, she asked, "Feel how much nicer it is with a new blade?"

I felt my face and replied, "That is very nice Katie. Thank you."

Katie leaned down and gave me one of those special kisses with her hands on my cheeks. 

The look in her eyes as she moved her head back was unbelievable, then she smiled and said, "Let's go get dressed."

We left the bathroom, I went back into the first bedroom, and got dressed. I didn't bother to close the door and as I was tying my shoelaces Katie walked by. She had put on a simple blouse and a pair of jeans.

She stopped at the doorway and said, "You should have brought some clean clothes."

I replied, "I didn't know if I was going to be staying the night or not and I will change when I get back to the apartment."

I got off the bed and we walked down the hallway to where it opened into the kitchen. I walked over and got my coat off of the hook where she had hung it the night before. After I put it on, Katie walked up close to me, I wrapped my arms around her and she did the same to me. 

We kissed and she asked, "Call me?"

I said, "I will," but it wasn't very convincing sounding.

Katie said, "Have a nice day Tony."

I replied, "You too Katie," as I walked out the door. 

I got into my car and drove to my apartment. I spent the afternoon doing some laundry and just mostly sitting around trying to make some sense of all of this. Around 4:00 PM I made a trip to the grocery store to get some food for the week, then I came back and fixed some supper. I had a few beers in the refrigerator and between supper and the rest of the evening, they were gone. I thought about calling her that night but other than "Hi Katie. You are very strange but I think that I am in love with you," I couldn't think of much else to talk about so I decided to wait until Monday evening. Before I went to bed, I went into the bathroom to piss. There was a full-length mirror on the door and I took a good look at the marks that were on my still sore ass.

Monday passed quickly and I called her at 8:00 PM from the store. The conversation was light, mostly about the day, but for some reason she seemed really excited to talk to me. She didn't mention the playroom or Saturday at all. Tuesday night I called her from my apartment and it was pretty much the same. I was still thinking about what had happened over the weekend but by then I decided to just wait and see where this was all going to lead. This was the week of Thanksgiving and since the club was going to be busy, she said that I should meet her at the bar for supper. I worked until 9:00 PM and got there around 9:30 PM. Katie was sitting at the booth where we had sat before. I walked over to the booth and kissed her on the lips before I sat down across from her.

We ordered supper and then we talked about what we were doing for Thanksgiving, which was the next day. We were both going to our parent's houses for the day.

After we were done eating and had paid the waitress, I asked, "Are you coming over tonight?"

She got this look in her eyes and answered, "No. I am going up to Mom's house after I leave here."

I was disappointed but I replied, "That is okay. I understand."

Katie asked me, "Will you come over on Saturday night again?"

I answered, "The store is open until 9:00 PM because of the holiday season and I have to work until then."

"That will be fine with me," Kate replied.

I drew in a breath and asked, "Are we going into the playroom again?"

She replied, "Only if you want to Tony."

I was really hoping that she would have said no, it would have made things so much easier. But something inside of me kept saying "Don't let go of her."

I thought for a few more seconds and asked, "Is it going to be any worse than the last time?"

She shook her head side to side, smiled, and answered, "No, not at all Tony. You have my word."

I looked at her and after a few seconds replied, "If it makes you happy Katie, I will."

Katie got that strange look on face that I had seen a few times before. 

I didn't know what it was all about but then she smiled and said, "Thank you Tony, that is very nice of you."

"Nice, yeah, getting my ass played with and beat" I thought but I didn't say anything.

She reached over and took my hand in hers and we sat there looking at each other. 

Then she said, "Well I guess I should get going."

I answered, "Okay. Will you be home on Friday?"

She replied, "No. Mom and I are going shopping and I will be back on Saturday."

I said, "Well I guess I will see you on Saturday then."

We got up and walked out of the bar.

She turned and gave me one of those special kisses and said, "I hope you have a nice day tomorrow."

I replied, "I hope you do too Katie."

We hugged and she went to her car and drove off. Like the last time that we were here I stood there and watched before I headed back to my apartment.

The next day I drove up to my parents and had a good time. My parents had a half-double house and my aunt and uncle on my father's side lived next door. All my cousins were there and it was a lot of fun. I drove back to my apartment that night. Friday and Saturday, business was pretty much non-stop at the store. I had my part-time employee come in to help on Saturday afternoon. Saturday evening it was quiet but I heard that it would be from a few of the other store managers in the shopping center as most of the shoppers were at the malls.

I got over to Katie's house around 9:30 PM and she had supper waiting. This time she had on a red outfit like the one that she had worn the previous week. The material was very thin and her breasts and nipples showed clearly through the front of it. Supper tasted great just like the last time. It was after 10:30 PM before I went into the first bedroom, got undressed, and was led back to the playroom. Like she promised, it wasn't any worse than the first time and maybe because I had an idea of what to expect, it was a little better. She still spanked me and while it hurt, it didn't seem like she was hitting me as hard as the first time and I had a little more of a plan as to what I was going to do to her as well. There was no clock in the playroom but I knew it was pretty late by the time we got done. The next morning she was still asleep next to me when I woke up. I lay there looking at her for while then she woke up.

I said, "Good morning Katie."

She replied, "Good morning Tony. My, I haven't slept like that in a long time." 

I said, "We were up pretty late last night."

She answered, "Yes we were." She moved her head up, we kissed for a while and she asked, "Are you okay Tony?"

"Yes Katie," I replied, "I am okay."

She smiled and said, "Good. I am glad." She gave me one of her special kisses and asked, "Do you want to eat breakfast in here again or out at the table?"

I answered, "What ever you want to do is fine with me."

Of course between having to piss and with her lying there naked next to me, my cock was very hard.

She reached down and stroked it a few times and asked, "Maybe have some fun first?"

I answered, "I really have to piss first."

Katie laughed, "Yes, so do I. Let's go pee, I will go get the coffee started and we have some fun."

I said, "Okay," and we did. She went out to the kitchen and I went back to the bed. After Katie came back in, we started off with some finger fun, then moved into a sixty-nine with her on top. We did that for a while and she got on top of me and we screwed like that for a while and finished up doggie style. All in all it was a hot and fun time. Afterwards she put on the top that she had worn the night before and went to make breakfast. I went into the bathroom, washed up a little and went out in the kitchen.

I was still naked and Katie said, "I guess I will have to get you something to wear in the mornings."

I laughed and replied, "I can go put my pants on if you want."

She said, "No, that is fine." After she was done cooking, she took off the top and we had a naked breakfast out at her table. Afterwards we went back to the playroom and lay on the bed kissing and playing for a while. It took some time but my cock finally got hard enough to screw with and we had a nice slow and easy fuck missionary style. We showered and then I left.

That Wednesday night we met down at the club but she had her period and didn't come back to the apartment with me. The next Wednesday night she did come over to my apartment but she didn't stay the night. We made love two times, the first was a soft and romantic screw, and the second time I made love to her ass. Both Friday nights we had supper at the bar and I was back at her house on Saturday nights as well.

One other thing happened the first Sunday in December when I was there. The weather that day was forecast to be sunny and warm for that time of year. We had gotten up late, had breakfast, and then went back to the playroom to make love again. 

As we were lying there afterwards I said, "It is supposed to be really nice out today. I should have brought my jeans and boots and we could go for a walk."

Katie got a big smile and replied, "That sounds very nice. Where do you want to go?"

I answered, "You know the area better than I do."

She kissed me and said, "I know a nice place. We will run over to your apartment and you can get changed." 

We took a shower, got dressed, drove over to my apartment in her car, and I went in and got my jeans and walking boots on. We drove over to a park that was along an old canal and spent the next couple of hours walking, holding hands, and talking. Not anything heavy or deep but there was still plenty of getting to know each other type stuff for us to talk about. It was nice being totally away from everything like that and we drove back to her house just as the sun was starting to set.

We stood outside and kissed a little, then she said, "This was really nice today Tony. Thank you for asking me."

I replied, "I really enjoyed it too, Katie." I looked at her for a few seconds and I started to say, "Katie I," and she kissed me again but as she moved her head back away she pressed her finger to my lips. I was going to say "I love you," but evidently she didn't want to hear that.

She said, "I will talk to you tomorrow Tony," and she turned and went into her house.

Even though I had gotten used to the playroom stuff by then, I could also feel that she really cared for me, but she didn't want to talk about it. I got in my car and left. By then the fact that she was confusing the hell out of me was a pretty common feeling but I was determined to find out what she really felt about me.




Katie's Love Ch. 03



Over the next few Saturday nights, things got wilder in the playroom. Katie introduced me to all sorts of new toys as she called them. The butt plugs got bigger and I was sure that my ass was never going to be the same after she put one in that was two inches in diameter. The enemas were about the same, although one night, she decided to show me what a cold water enema felt like. She did this in the bathroom after I had already had a soap enema and it really hurt. I cramped up so bad that I thought I was going to die. After I expelled it, she gave me another warm water one to settle me down. I didn't give her a cold one although the one time I did hold the nozzle under the cold water for a few minutes before sticking it inside of her. Her eyes opened with surprise when she felt it slide in but then she smiled as she felt the warm water flowing into her ass. She gave me one that started with warm oil which she gave me using a bulb syringe and then stopped me up with a butt plug for a while. That actually felt good even though I still had to go to the bathroom. We went into the bathroom and she gave me a soap enema to clean it out with before I was allowed to sit on the toilet.

The first few times when I was there, she would strap me to the bench on my knees but then she started having me lay on my back. She had these leather cuffs that she would fasten around my legs just above the knee that she would fasten to the bench straps to lift and hold my legs spread. I didn't really like getting spanked in that position because I would see when the blow was going to hit and I would tense up, but that was part of the game.

Katie also had all kinds of different spanking toys. Bigger paddles, a leather strap, a riding crop, and something called a quirt which was a short whip with two leather tongs about a foot long at the end. That stung but it wasn't too bad at first. The spankings had always been done either on the ass or on the upper thighs and that is how I spanked her as well. Katie had told me that if I ever wanted to spank her pussy that I should touch what ever it was that I was using and ask if it was okay. If she said, yes, then I was free to do it. But it was something that I never did. I was on my knees when she first brought out the quirt and the first eight were just across my ass and legs but then I felt her touch my asshole with the tip of the quirt.

She asked, "Okay?"

I didn't know what she had in mind. I thought that maybe she was just going to lay a hit down my ass crack, which scared me, but I answered, "Yes."

A second later I heard a snap and a blast of pain tore through my asshole.

I screamed, "Fuck!" and I thought that my eyeballs were going to explode it hurt so damn bad.

I was shaking and could hardly breath.

Katie waited until I recovered. I felt the tip of the quirt again at my ass and I heard, "Okay?"

I thought for a few seconds and said, "Yes."

Another snap and again my asshole felt like she had shoved a red-hot iron in there. 

Afterwards as we were laying in the bed, she asked me, "I can understand why you said yes the first time, but why did you say yes the second time?"

I looked at her and answered, "I don't know Katie. I really don't know.

Katie also started introducing me into some pee play as well. The first time was when I was laying on my back. She got on top of me and pissed on my chest up close to my neck. The next week she was right over my face. I felt her grab the skin along side of my stomach and she started twisting and pinching it hard. I screamed and when I did she let go with blast of piss right into my mouth.

I spit it out and said, "Damn it Katie! That wasn't nice!"

She laughed and replied, "It's not going to kill you." She had stopped the hard pinching but she was still holding on to my stomach and she said, "I still have some in there. Do we have to do it the hard way or the easy way?"

I said, "You win." I opened my mouth and she lowered her cunt right on top of it. 

She said, "Swallow it," and started pissing again. I did as she asked but I wasn't really happy about doing so. After she finished, she flipped around and kissed me deeply. She asked with a smile, "See that wasn't so bad now was it?"

I replied, "If you say so." Later that evening I did piss in her mouth as well and she drank it all down. 

This was still very weird to me but then so was everything else that was going on. Never once did I ask her to stop nor did I ever use my safe word and neither did she.

Katie also went and got me a pair of sweatpants to wear around the house on Sunday mornings, along with a toothbrush and a razor. She would always shave my face after our shower on Sunday morning and she never nicked or cut me. She also insisted that I bring over a clean shirt, underwear, and socks to put on Sunday mornings and she kept the ones I had worn that Saturday and would have them washed and the shirt ironed for me on the following Sunday.

Christmas was a week and half away when we talked about the holidays over breakfast Sunday morning. Christmas Eve was a Wednesday that year. She was going up to her mom's house again that night and I was going to my parents house as well after I closed the store at 5:00 PM. I asked her if she wanted to go out for New Years Eve.

She got this sad look to her face and she said, "I'm sorry Tony, I already have a date."

Of course I felt a little rejected at that point, but I said, "That is okay."

Katie smiled and said, "Mom!"

She told me that her parents belonged to an local agricultural association. They weren't farmers but neither were most of folks who were members anymore. It was now mainly a social group and every year they had a big New Years Eve party.

She said, "It's pretty nice. Almost all old folks. They have a memorial service for the members that have passed away that year. Mom asked me to go with her the year that my father died. The service is a little sad. They call the person's name out and the other family members come up and get a candle, which is lit. After every name is called, the people are asked to say something about the one that passed away and then there is a prayer at the end when everyone is finished."

I replied, "That does sound nice."

Katie said, "Yes. And I had such great time afterwards, that I have been going with her every year since then. All the old guys love dancing with me!" She let out a laugh and finished with, "There is one guy. He's over 80 years old. Every year he asks me to slow dance and every year he asks me to marry him," and I laughed as well. 

I wasn't sure what I was going to get her for Christmas. It seemed that she had everything she needed for the house and I was really at a loss. But the malls were open earlier than my store so I had time in the mornings to do some shopping. The one store had the silk pajamas like she always wore. She had them in a number of different colors but I never saw her wear a green one. There was a nice dark green one that that a little bit of a floral pattern worked into the fabric. It wasn't cheap but I could afford it. At another store, I found they had a selection of panties in all kinds of crazy color patterns, which I knew that she liked, so I got her three pairs of those. I wasn't sure if she had these particular ones or not. She had so many of them it was really hard to tell. I got a gift box for free with the pajamas and bought one for the panties, along with tissue paper to line them with, wrapping paper and a nice romantic Christmas card. I wrapped both up nicely in between customers at the store and went over to her place. 

I started having my part-time employee work Saturday evenings as well since it wasn't busy. I had told Katie that I would be there around 7:30 PM which was fine with her. I left a little after 7:00 PM and headed over to her place. I rang the doorbell as always and she let me in. She gave me a quick kiss and saw the gifts in my hand and said, "I was going to wait until after Santa Claus came, but we can open them after supper."

I replied, "That is fine." Katie was wearing her pink and white silk pajamas. She took my coat and I saw that she had put up a Christmas tree out in the living room. It was a small one, about four feet high but it was decorated very beautifully. She had it sitting on a small table that was draped with a tree skirt that was a shiny white material. I could tell from the ornaments that they were quality ones and not the cheap junk that was already hitting the markets. I set the presents in front of the tree. As Katie was getting supper out for us I said, "Wow, you must have spent an hour on decorating the tree."

She said, "Guess again."

I asked, "Two hours?"

Katie laughed and said, "Three! It took me a while to get it just right." I just stood there shaking my head a little and I heard her ask, "I bet you think that is silly, right?"

I answered, "No I don't. You did a fantastic job and if you like doing it, that is all that counts."

She said, "My father would put the tree up and get out of the way so that mom and I could decorate it." Katie laughed and went on, "One year it took us two nights to get it the way we wanted it!" Then she walked over to where I was standing, put her arm around my waist, and said, "I put it up on Tuesday and I've been sleeping on the couch every night since then."

I turned, looked her and asked, "Really?"

She smiled and her face glowed from the lights of the tree as she replied, "Ever since I was a little girl."

"That is pretty neat," I said.

Katie kissed me and said, "Let's eat supper before it gets cold." 

We went over to the table and ate supper. After we were finished, I went and got the presents from the front of the tree and headed back to the couch with the last of my wine while she cleaned up the dishes. Katie came over and sat down along side of me.

I handed them to her and said, "Merry Christmas Katie," and I kissed her.

Katie opened the card, read it and said "Thank you," and kissed me on the cheek. She looked the wrapping on the small box and asked, "Did you wrap these yourself?"

I said, "Yes I did. Back in high school I worked at a men's store part time and that was one of my duties so I learned how to do it right."

She smiled and carefully opened the package. 

"Oooh! Oooh!" she exclaimed with a look of absolute joy in her eyes.

I laughed, "I'm not sure if you have any like those or not."

She held up each pair and then replied, "Oh no, I don't have any like these!" and let out a squeal like a little kid. "Thank you!" she said and kissed me on the lips. Then Katie opened up the second package. I watched her face but this time it was a little sad looking and she said, "I never told you this Tony, but green isn't my best color."

"I'm sorry Katie," I said, "But they said I could exchange them as long as you didn't wear them."

Katie sat quietly for a few seconds and said, "No!"

She got off the couch and walked down the hallway carrying the package. I just sat here staring in the direction of the hall. After a couple of minutes she walked back out and she had put the green pajamas on. She walked up close to the couch and stood there with a big smile on her face. She looked stunning in them.

"Katie," I said, "I don't know why you think that green isn't your best color because you look absolutely beautiful."

She smiled and replied, "For once Tony, I will agree with you. I looked in the mirror and they are perfect. Just perfect." She sat down next to me, placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me one of her special soft kisses. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me into a tight hug, and softly said, "Thank you. This was very nice."

Katie got up and pulled three packages out from behind the tree. Two of them were tall boxes that I could knew were some kind of alcohol. She handed me the other one and said, "Open this one first."

I opened that one and in there were three men's dress shirts. One was white, one was light blue, and the last was white with a thin red pin stripe. I knew from the brand name that they were very expensive shirts.

I looked at Katie and said, "Thank you very much."

She smiled and replied, "Your wardrobe could stand a little more class."

Which was true. I wore a shirt and tie every day but they were what ever I could find cheap. Think used car salesman look, which pretty much described my wardrobe in those days.

I opened the tall boxes. As I guessed, there was liquor in them. The first one was a Bourbon that was marked ten years old. The second one was a single malt Scotch that was fifteen years old.

As I was looking at them she said, "It's also time that you got a taste for the better things in life." She knew I drank whiskey as either a shot or a mixed drink, but it was always one of the cheaper blended whiskeys. I looked her and she smiled and said, "I'll be right back." She got off the couch, went into the kitchen and returned with a tray with four shot glasses and some crackers. She asked, "Which one do you want to try first?"

I had a few shots of Jack Daniel's in the past and I had an idea of what bourbon tasted like so I said, "Lets start with the bourbon." She opened the bottle and poured us each a shot. I always sipped my shots rather than just pour them down fast. We touched glasses and I took a sip and then another. Two more and the glass was empty. I looked at her and said, "This is damn good whiskey. It is really smooth."

Katie had been sipping hers and watching my face to see what my expression was, then she finished her glass and said, "Good. Eat a couple of crackers to clear the taste and we will try the other one."

After we did that, Katie opened the bottle of Scotch and poured us each a shot into the other shot glasses. Another clink and a sip. The taste was different than the Bourbon. I took another one sip and decided that I liked this stuff also. 

"This is really nice," I said, "I've never had Scotch before."

She replied, "There are kinds of brands and each has a different taste but this is a good one to start with. You can take these along with you or leave them here."

I said, "I'll leave them here. Something special for the weekends."

She smiled and said, "And I have an extra bottle of each here as well." I laughed. One of things that I had leaned about Katie was that she was the kind of person that as soon as she opened a new bottle of shampoo, she would buy another one right away. She liked to stay ahead of things like that. She asked, "Do you want another one?"

I said, "Yes, another Scotch would be nice."

Katie poured it for me but didn't pour one for herself.

"I've hit my limit," she said.

That was something else I had learned about her. She never drank a lot, not that we did much drinking when I was there other than the bottle of wine that we always had with supper. But even when we went out to the bar or the club, she would only order one drink and if she was still thirsty, she would get a soda or a glass of water. I told her about my days of drinking too much and I had asked her one night at the bar why she didn't drink much.

She laughed and answered, "Oh I used to be a real party girl in college. And yes, there were more than a few mornings that I woke up in a strange bed with no clothes on."

I asked, "So what made you stop?"

Katie smiled and said, "The morning I woke up in a strange bed, found out that my clothes were in another dorm room, and that room was two buildings away from where I was! Never again did I get drunk like that." Then she laughed again and finished with, "Well a couple of times with Jean but that's different."

I sipped on that shot of Scotch and that particular brand is still my favorite to this day. After I was done, I put my arm around her and we just sat there quietly looking at the Christmas tree.

Katie turned her head and kissed me on the cheek. I looked at her and she asked, "Would you really mind if we didn't go back to the playroom tonight?"

I laughed and I was going to say something smart-ass but I didn't, I just answered, "No, not at all."

She kissed me on the lips and said, "This couch opens up into a bed. It isn't real comfortable but it's not too bad."

"That sounds really nice," I replied.

With that we got off the couch. I helped her move the coffee table out of the way and get the bed out of the couch. She went down the hall and came back with sheets, pillows and a blanket. After I helped her make the bed, she said, "Now go get those clothes off."

I quickly went down to the first bedroom and stripped down. When I came back out Katie was standing there by the side of the bed. She had turned on her stereo to the soft music station that she loved and was gently swaying back and forth with the music. I walked up to her and opened the front of the pajama top. I slid my arms around her waist and we kissed for a while. As we were kissing I reached around and undid the ties that held the pajama bottoms up. I slid them down her legs, helped her step out of them, and I placed them on a nearby chair. I slid my arms up around her back, she tightened her arms around my neck and we started slow dancing to the music. She had her pubes pressed tightly against my cock. We danced and kissed and danced some more. First one song, then two, and then another one. Somewhere along the line she lowered her arms and slid the pajama top off and set that on the chair as well. I started slowly moving my hands up down her back and when they got to her ass cheeks I would push her even tighter against me.

I knew that despite all the kinky and crazy sex that we had been having on Saturday nights over the last month, that this was the real Katie. She just wanted to be held and loved. We got on the bed and the dance continued, this time with fingers, tongues, and finally with my cock deep inside of her. I took my time and savored everything I did to her. I brought her to a number of orgasms but each time was after an extended period of finger play, or eating her, and then with gentle strokes of my cock. I was ready to explode the minute I pushed inside of her but I got my cock under control and we made love for a long time before we both had hard climaxes and I filled her with my sperm. 

Afterwards we lay side by side for a while, just kissing and touching but not talking much. We made a trip to the bathroom, then we went back to the living room and started the process all over again, including the three slow dances. It was really late when we finally settled in to sleep but I didn't care. This was the most perfect night that I had ever had spent with a woman. Katie looked over at the Christmas tree one more time and got the sweetest looking smile on her face as she laid her head down on my chest and fell asleep. I wasn't far behind her.

The next morning I had a dream that someone was sucking my cock. I woke up and felt something warm and wet around my cock. I looked down and there was Katie, gently moving her mouth up and down on it.

I said, "This bed isn't great but that is one hell of an alarm clock." 

Katie laughed with a mouthful of my cock. I had to pee really badly and of course with her sucking, I was getting close to cumming as well.

She stopped and asked, "Do you want me to finish?"

I said replied, "That would nice but let me have some fun too."

She smiled and I slid down the bed a little farther. She climbed on top of her with her cunt right over my face. I worked both of my hands in between her legs so I open her up and give me some breathing room as well. She definitely had a morning after taste but I didn't care. I ate her for a while and she slowly sucked me. She started going faster and I knew I wasn't going to last to long so I placed my tongue on her clit and started licking hard and fast. We both came at the same time, then we lay like that for a while just lightly licking each other. She lifted her leg up and over, then swung around so that she was laying on her side facing me. I rolled over as well and we kissed.




Katie's Love Ch. 03



Katie smiled and said, "You stay here, I'll get breakfast ready."

I replied, "That sounds fine to be except I need to piss."

She laughed and said, "So I do."

So after a quick trip to the bathroom and a little wash-up, she headed to the kitchen and I lay back down on the bed. After the coffee was done, she brought a metal tray with folding legs over and my cup of coffee along with it. She gave me a quick kiss and went back and finished cooking breakfast. After a few trips between the kitchen and the couch bed, breakfast was served and she got back on the bed. After we had finished eating it, she moved the tray over to the coffee table and got back in the bed. We laid there for most of the morning, talking, playing a little and of course lots of kissing as well. At some point we got back into a sixty-nine and then finished off the morning with her riding on top of me.

Next week when I was there the tree was still up, Katie had told me that she took it down after New Years. The couch bed was already out and made. But we did go back to the playroom for a short play session, before returning back to the couch and spending the rest of the night making love.

And through all of this I knew that I was deeply in love with her. I had never had feelings this strong with anyone else. I knew that she was feeling the same, but every time I got close to telling her I loved her or even started talking about feelings, she would silence me with a kiss, or start talking about something else. She was avoiding the subject for some reason and that had me concerned. Deep in my mind I was planning for and also dreading the day when she said that it was over. I knew I was going to be crushed when that happened. She wasn't giving me any reason to think that way, but she also wasn't giving me any reason not to think that way, other than the way she made love to me outside of the playroom. I was still confused as to what was going on with her and with us as couple. But I had learned that some problems were best dealt with as they arose. So I tried not to worry too much about it.

But this was all going to change.



Katie's Love Ch. 04



Writers Note

This is chapter four of my story about a very special person from a long time ago. This covers the events of January and February of 1981. I am sure that some of you might think that what happens in here is strange but this is how it all really happened.

T

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Things with Katie went back to normal on Saturday nights after New Years, if you consider normal as in going back to the playroom and all the wild and kinky things that were going on in there. But one thing did change, instead of sleeping on the hospital bed back there, we started sleeping in her bedroom. Katie had a double bed and it was a lot more comfortable to sleep on. Her bedroom was the same size as the bedroom that I always got undressed in. There were a couple of dressers in there and a chair. The bed had a headboard that had a pair of shelves running across it but the only things that were on it were these old candles. The bases were made out of some kind of metal, about four inches square on the bottom, five inches high, and the edges curved inward so that the tops were a little over two inches square. The metal had some decorative work to it but it was very worn and faint. The candles themselves were a funny color, almost like a parchment paper color. They didn't feel like wax but I couldn't tell what they were made from. I asked her about them and she told me that she had found them at a rummage sale.

Katie said, "I can't get them to light. I used up a book of matches one night and burned my fingers a couple of times trying. But they look kind of nice and they weren't expensive."

I replied, "Just get some different candles."

She laughed and said, "I was going to, but I can't get those other ones out."

The third week in January started off as they always had, I called her on Sunday evening and on Monday, and everything was fine. I worked later on Tuesday to get caught up on some paperwork while my part time employee was there and I called her from the store around 7:30 PM. I got her answering machine, which had happened in the past if she wasn't near the phone, but she always called me back within a few minutes. I left her a quick message and I waited at the store until a little after 8:00 PM, but there still was no call. I called her back and left another message that I was going to the apartment and that she should call me there after 8:30 PM. I went back to my apartment and she called me around 9:00 PM.

"Hi Tony," she said, "I'm sorry I wasn't around. I decided to do some shopping tonight and it took longer than I planned."

I replied, "That is okay Katie. I was just getting a little worried."

Katie said, "No I am fine. I have some stuff to get in the freezer so I have to get going. I will talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

I said, "Okay. Good bye Katie."

"Bye," she said and she hung up the phone.

Which was a little weird because she had never rushed through a phone call like that in the past but then women do tend to do strange things from time to time. I didn't think much about it that night. The store was busy the next morning. There was a steady stream of customers and there was one woman who came in and hung around for thirty minutes looking at different things and asking lots of questions. She was well dressed, with an expensive looking black coat that was trimmed with black fur, and she had dark red hair and green eyes that had this look to them. I had never seen her before but she kept looking at me as if somehow she knew me. She finally left around 11:30 AM and then at 12:30 PM Katie came into the store. I finished up with the customer I was working with and after he left the store, I walked around the counter and gave her a kiss.

Katie said, "I want to apologize for last night Tony. I was in a hurry and I'm sorry that I was so rude."

I replied, "That's okay. I understand."

We kissed again and she asked, "Down at the club tonight?"

I answered, "That is fine with me."

Just then the front door opened and I looked over to see my sales manager Danny come walking in. I had no warning that he was coming here or that he was even out doing store visits and that usually wasn't a good sign. 

He stopped as he got to where we were standing and asked, "This is getting to be a habit?"

Katie smiled and said, "It is so nice to see you again Danny."

He just looked at me and said "It is nice to see you again," and he walked back to where my desk was in the stockroom. 

I whispered to Katie, "I don't like this."

She whispered back, "Be positive Tony. It will be fine."

I whispered again, "I hope so," and gave her one more kiss then she turned and walked out the door. 

As it turned out the visit was good. He was pleased with how the store had done over Christmas and our January sales had been good so far. Danny mainly wanted to get a feel as to where I would go if another store opened up. I said that I would go anywhere and he asked me about what Katie would think about that. 

I answered, "I don't know. I really like her but there are some things about her that I don't know about."

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "All women are like that if you haven't figured that out already."

I replied, "Yeah, I know."

We talked for a while longer but he wasn't ready to make any moves just then. Our fiscal year ran from July to June so any moves he was making were going to be after July 1st. The rest of the day went quickly and 9:00 PM came and I went down to the club. Katie was waiting for me and already had gotten a beer for me as well. As I always did, I gave her a quick kiss before sitting down. We talked about the day like we always did.

Katie asked me, "So how did it go today with Danny?"

I replied, "It was good. I still have a job." Katie laughed and I added, "We talked about where my next promotion will be. Nothing definite and it won't be happening until the beginning of July."

She said, "That's good. You do work very hard there."

I answered, "You have to, otherwise it's out the door."

Katie replied, "That is the same anywhere." Both of our drinks were finished and she looked at me for a while and said, "I think it's time to inspect that apartment of yours again."

"That is fine with me," I said with a big smile, since Katie hadn't come over on a Wednesday night since I had started going over to her house on Saturday nights, except for one night early in December. I asked, "You going to spend the night?"

Katie smiled and replied, "No. Not until you get rid of the alarm clock from hell!"

I laughed and answered, "Oh well. I'm ready if you are."

I got the waitress over, Katie paid the tab, and we left.

She said, "I'll be waiting for you," as she got into her car.

I had driven mine down to the club after closing the store. I got in and left at the same time, but she knew all the short cuts and was at the apartment before I was. We walked up the stairs and went into my apartment.

"Hasn't changed much," she commented as we went inside.

I asked, "Did you really expect it to?"

She laughed and we went into the bedroom. I turned on the lamp, kicked my shoes off and sat down on the side of the mattress. I started to get undressed and watched as she did the same. Katie was facing me and was taking longer than she usually would to get undressed. It wasn't a playful striptease like she had done in the past, it more like she didn't really want to be doing it, at least that is what I thought. We didn't talk at all, but I could tell from the look on her face that something was bothering her. I got done before she did, moved back on the mattress and lay down on my side facing her. Katie took her bra off and after slowly peeling down her panties, got on the bed and laid down on her back along side of me.

I asked, "Are you okay Katie?"

Katie turned a little, gave me one of her special kisses, then answered, "Yes Tony. I am fine. I just feel like being quiet tonight."

"That is okay," I said as I kissed her.

My hand moved to her breast and her hand slowly slid down my chest to my cock. I kissed her some more and played with both of her breasts. I moved my head down and sucked on the nipple that was closest to me. I had my hand on her other breast at first then I slowly moved it down into her pubes. I ran my fingertips through the soft hair for a few minutes then I moved back up to kiss her on the lips as my hand slid between her legs. Just as I touched her clit she tensed up. I wasn't pressing hard and it seemed strange but then the way that she was acting that night was on the strange side even for her. I gently stroked it for a while and she relaxed as her breathing started to get harder. I moved down a little deeper, started playing with the outer edges of her cunt and again she tensed up.

"Katie," I asked again, "Are you okay?"

She replied, "I'm just a little sensitive tonight Tony. You are doing fine."

Katie had never acted like this in the past, but a few of the other women I had been before, had been more sensitive at different times of their monthly cycle so I just kept touching her lightly. I kissed her and moved my middle finger inside of her cunt. Again she tensed a little but I went gently. I slid my finger slowly in and out of her cunt for a while and pressed my thumb against her clit. Still touching her gently, I brought her to a climax. I was looking her in the eye as she got close to the top but then she pulled my head down so that we were cheek to cheek as she came and it was very violent.

She cried out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as it hit her and she thrashed around on the bed and clamped her legs so tightly around my fingers that I couldn't move them.

Katie shook for at least twenty seconds and as she started coming down from the orgasm, she let loose of my head a little bit and I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She had that look that I had seen it before a number of times, like she wanted to say something but was fighting to hold it back. She closed her eyes, breathed heavily a few more times, then she relaxed her legs and I slid my hand out and just gently stroked her pubes. Then she smiled, opened her eyes, and looked at me. 

"I told you I was sensitive tonight," she said.

I replied, "I see that."

I kissed her and started kissing my way down her neck and then to her breasts. I kissed down her stomach with the intent of eating her but she reached down with her hand and stopped my head.

I looked up at her and she softly said, "Tony, I just want you inside of me."

"Okay," I answered. 

This was the first time that she had ever stopped me from eating her, but seeing how differently she acting was that night, I didn't worry about it. I opened her legs with my hand, climbed between them and got my cock into position. I looked her in the eye for a second and then I started to gently and slowly push inside of her cunt. She tensed again as I did and she looked like this was really hurting her. I stopped, Katie relaxed and I pushed slowly inside of her until I was all the way in. I waited for a few seconds then slowly pulled my cock back until I was almost all the way out and slid it slowly back in. Again and again and again. We had made love like this before but for some reason tonight it felt different. The way that Katie was looking at me was as intense as the feelings that were coming from the soft wetness of her cunt as my cock slowly moved in and out of it. Minutes passed marked only by the ticking of my clock and the soft noises of passion that Katie was making. She started grabbing my cock with her cunt muscle as I pushed in which started bringing both of us closer to climaxing.

I said, "I am going to cum soon."

Katie replied, "Fill me Tony," and she pulled my head down to hers so that we were cheek to cheek.

I kept up at the same slow pace but soon I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in as deep as I could and a shot of sperm left my cock. I didn't try to pull back, I just held tight against her as the second and third ones came out as well. She started panting very hard. I started grinding my pubes against her crotch and a few seconds later Katie came even harder than when I had been fingering her. She was shaking hard and pushing her cunt tight against me. Her arms were so tightly wrapped around me that it was hard for me to breathe and her legs were clamped hard behind my ass as well. I thought she was going to come a second time but she relaxed. I moved my head back and looked at her and again she had that look on her face.

As her breathing slowed Katie said almost in a whisper, "That was very special Tony. Very, very, special."

I replied, "That was beautiful Katie."

We kissed deep and lay like that for a few minutes. I got off of her, lay down on my side and Katie turned on her side facing me. What ever was going on with her was deep but I couldn't tell what it was. I knew what I was feeling and had felt from the first time we had lain on this mattress like this but she was still a mystery as far as her feelings went. We kissed for while and then just lay there silently. 

Katie gave me another one of her special kisses and said, "I guess I will get going."

"No seconds tonight?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "Save it for Saturday," and she kissed me again.

Katie got off the mattress, started to get dressed, and again she faced me the whole time. Her panties went on first, then her blouse and skirt. She slipped her feet into her shoes, put on her coat, then she neatly folded her bra up and that went into her coat pocket. She knelt down and kissed me one more time lightly.

She said, "Thank you Tony for being so nice to me tonight."

I looked at her and said "Katie, I," and she pressed her finger against my lips like she knew what I was going to say, which was I love you, then she kissed me on the forehead, got off the bed and left my apartment.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" I thought as I lay there.

This was so frustrating. She acted like she was in love with me, she looked at me like she was in love with me, but for some reason she was just staying away from bringing it out in the open. I didn't know what to do. I fell asleep as I was still trying to make some sense out of all of this, which wasn't the first time.

I called her Thursday night and things seemed to be back to normal with her. Friday night we met for supper at the bar and again, she acted like she always did. We didn't talk about what happened on Wednesday night at all. 

There was a heavy snow predicted to start Saturday night and it was supposed to last until early Sunday afternoon. The district sales office sent word around that opening the stores on Sunday was optional, so I called my part time employee and told him. He had a four-wheel drive pickup truck that he used for plowing snow and said that if he could make it down that he would open. The snow had already started when I drove over to Katie's house and I brought my boots and jeans along with me knowing that we would be out shoveling snow the next day.

Supper was great as always and the conversation was light and fun. She was wearing the green pajamas that I had gotten her for Christmas and she really looked great. After supper I went over to the couch to let supper settle down while Katie cleaned up the dishes. Katie walked over and looked at me for a few seconds. Usually she would sit down beside me to talk for a while before we headed back to the playroom, but tonight she did something different. She walked over, pressed my knees together, and sat down on them. She was facing to my left with her hands on her lap and was looking straight ahead.

After about ten seconds, Katie turned to me and with a serious look said, "Tony. I have something to tell you."

My heart started beating faster as I thought, "Fuck! Here comes the get lost Tony speech," but I just said, "Okay."

Katie looked straight ahead again and replied, "I lied to you about Tuesday night. Jean came to visit me." She drew in a deep breath and went on, "We had supper, we talked, then we went back to the playroom, and afterwards we spent the night in bed together." I was stunned. Katie had told me that Jean and her had been friends for a long time and that they had been lovers in the past, but I didn't say anything. She looked at me and finished with, "I can understand if you are mad at me and if you just want to get up and leave right now I will understand that too." Then she turned her face away from me and looked straight out.

I didn't really know what to think, I just looked at her for a while and said, "Katie, I don't have a clue as to what is going on between us. I know what I am feeling and I think I know what you are feeling, but you have this damn wall up. Am I upset? I guess that I should be, but she is your friend and I can't tell you what you can or cannot do or whom you can do it with. I just wish I knew what was going on inside of your heart about me, that is all."

Her breathing got a little deeper and she still looked ahead as she said, "Jean knows me better than anyone. She told me back in the playroom that I always had to be in control. Even when I was on the bottom that I still had to be in control and that I would never learn the truth until I totally gave up all control." Katie looked at me for a few seconds then went back to looking straight ahead. "So starting now," she finished with, "And until you decide that it is over, I give myself totally to you to do what ever you want to do with me. If you want to take me back into the playroom and beat me with the cane and everything else back there until I can't walk, I will not stop you. Use anything and everything. I have no safeword tonight or tomorrow."

I was shocked at this and I didn't know what to do or say at that point. I didn't want to beat her like that, yet it was like she was asking me to do it. I sat quietly and tried to decide what I was going to say next. I really hated being thrown into a situation like this with no warning. The thought that I should just get up and leave did cross my mind as well but I loved this girl as strange as she was at times and I knew that I had to see this through.

Finally I asked, "Katie, what are you afraid of? What scares you more than anything?"

I was hoping that she was going to talk about feelings and what was going on with us, but instead she started shaking and her breathing got heavier.

She got off my legs and said, "I will go get it."

I watched as she walked down the hallway. I though she was going into the playroom, but I saw the light from her bedroom as she opened the door. After a minute she walked back to the couch. She was still shaking and was carrying a small box in both of her hands. The way she was holding it, you would have thought that it was going to explode. When she got next to where I was sitting, she handed me the box, and then sat back down on my knees. Her breathing was very deep and the shaking continued. The box was made of a light colored wood that had been varnished. It was about ten inches long, five inches wide, and three inches high. Someone had carved "Katie" on the top and burned the letters in with a soldering iron. I opened the hook that kept the lid closed. The inside of the box was lined with red velvet and sitting there was an man's hairbrush. I set the box on the couch next to me and picked up the hairbrush and I could feel Katie start shaking even harder as I did. The hairbrush was nothing special, it was a dark greenish gray color and was made out of something that I wasn't familiar with. It wasn't plastic but it wasn't wood either. The back was worn and when I turned it over I saw that a few of the bristles were missing around the edges. There was nothing special at all about it but I could tell that she was terrified of it.

Katie looked at me and said, "That is my father's hairbrush," and returned to looking away from me again.




Katie's Love Ch. 04



I thought for a few more seconds and figured that I would see where this was going to lead.

I said, "You have been a bad girl Katie."

She drew in a few deep breaths before replying, "Yes, I have been."

I set the hairbrush back in the box and said, "Stand up Katie," and she got off my knees very slowly. I spread my legs and said, "Stand here," and I pointed to the center of them. She walked around, stood there, and she looked me in the eye still shaking and breathing very hard. I reached out, opened the tie that held up the bottoms of her pajamas, slid them down over her ass, and then retied them in front of her pubes. I motioned to the left and said, "Get over my knee." 

Katie got down very slowly over my left knee and she was still shaking. I reached down, took her right hand with my left wrist, brought it up behind her back and then I threaded my legs in between her legs so that I could hold them still and spread them as well. This was something that she had shown me back in the playroom one night.

I picked up the hairbrush and I lightly touched her left ass cheek with it. Katie tensed up and let out a shriek. Whatever the reason was, this thing scared the shit out of her. I touched her right cheek with it and got the same response. I pulled back and landed a light slap on her left cheek with it. Nothing hard at all and had it been with anything else, she would have said something about a baby slap or that I could do better than that, but not this time. She screamed like I had hit her very hard and was twisting and trying to get away. Katie never did that when I spanked her back in the playroom, most times she rarely made any noise at all. I waited until she settled down, although she was breathing hard and still shaking, then I spanked her again just as lightly on her right cheek and again she screamed and twisted.

I thought about stopping at that point. This was getting too damn intense, but she did offer me the hairbrush. Katie didn't have to do that and she knew what was going to happen. So I went on lightly spanking her with it and then waiting as she carried on. Her ass was only a little pink from the spanking, but after the sixth one she started crying and kept on crying through the next two.

I looked down at her and softly said, "The last two."

Katie got very quiet even though I could see the tears streaming down her face and she tensed up as she felt me pull my hand back. I waited for a few seconds and then gave her a little harder spank with the hairbrush and she screamed even louder than she had done before. I waited and waited then spanked her again, and like the previous one, she screamed and cried like I had struck her with all of my might. I set the hairbrush back in the box, let go of her arm and released her legs as well. She just lay there shaking and crying and I decided that I needed some more time to think about all of this.

I said, "Katie, stand up." She did and started to reach back to rub her ass cheeks with her hands but I stopped her and said, no. Don't touch them." She put her hands by her side and I said, "Go stand in the corner and be quiet," and I pointed to the corner of the room that I wanted her to go to. She slowly walked over there. I could still her crying and I said, "Quiet time Katie," and she got quieter but was still sobbing a little.

This was so fucked up that I decided that I needed a drink. I closed the lid on the box and put it on the coffee table. I went and got the bottle of Scotch that she had gotten for me at Christmas, then I went into the kitchen and got a shot glass. I walked back to the couch, sat down and poured a shot. I slowly sipped at it as I thought about what I was going to do next. I really hated playing head games, that wasn't me. But since she said that I was in charge, I decided that I was going to find out how she really felt about me once and for all. I poured a second shot and thought some more about what I was going say.

Finally I said, "Katie, come over here," and she walked back over to the couch. I told her, "Take the bottoms off and fold them up nicely," and she untied them, slid them off, and placed them on the coffee table. I closed my knees and said, "Sit down," and she did just like when all of this started but she was still sobbing a little. She would look at me for a little while and then look straight ahead again. I moved my hand to her leg and then to her pubes. I pulled her legs apart a little bit and slid my hand in far enough the that tip of my middle finger was resting on her clit, which I started stroking very gently. She just sat there quietly as I touched her then I asked, "Katie, you touch yourself here, don't you?"

She replied, "Yes."

I asked, "And do you make love to yourself?"

"Yes," she answered.

I went on, "Why do you do that?"

Katie said, "It feels good."

I said, "Does any one else touch you like this?"

She said, "Yes they do."

"And does it feel good when that person touches you here?" I asked.

"Very good," she answered.

I went on, "Does this person do other things to you?

"Yes," she said, 

I said, "And do they feel good as well?"

Katie smiled and said, "It always feels very nice."

"Do you like this person?" was my next question.

She looked at me, nodded her head yes and answered slowly, "Very, very, much."

I pulled my hand out from her cunt, put it on her leg and asked, "And do you still like this person when he is not touching you or even when he is not with you?"

She answered, "Yes I do."

I replied, "Do you think about him a lot?"

"All the time," she said. 

I asked her, "And do you think that he likes you?"

Katie looked straight ahead again and replied, "I know that he does."

"Has he told you how much he likes you?" I asked.

She answered, "He want's to tell me, but I won't let him."

I said, "And why won't you?" Katie drew in a deep breath but didn't answer that so I went on, "Have you told him how much you like him?"

She started crying a little and said, "No I haven't."

"Why not?" I asked.

She sobbed, "Because I am afraid."

"Of what?" I asked.

"Someone hurt me very bad one time and I am so afraid," she answered as the tears flowed down her face.

I thought for a few seconds and replied, "Don't you think that this person has been hurt before and that he doesn't want to get hurt again? But that he is still willing to take that chance?" She just sat there not looking at me and lightly crying. I waited a little while and said, "Only you know what you are feeling Katie. I can't tell you what to feel or how to think. But I know what I am feeling and I know that it is for real. I don't ever want to let go of you."

Katie sat there crying for a few seconds and she started shaking a little. But then she turned and placed her arms around my neck.

She drew in a deep breath, looked me right in the eye, and said, "I love you Tony."

I replied, "I love you Katie and I always will."

She squeezed me tightly and laid her cheek next to mine. I wrapped my arms around her tightly as well. 

I heard her said, "I will always love you Tony," and then slowly, "Forever and ever and ever."

The feelings were so powerful that I started crying as well. I knew that no matter what happened after this, that my life was never going to be the same. Katie loosened her grip on my neck, pulled back, placed her hands on my cheeks, and gave me one of those soft special kisses.

I said, "I really like when you do that."

She said, "That is an "I love you" kiss"

I thought for a few seconds and replied, "That was first kiss that you ever gave me."

Katie answered as tears still flowed down her face, "I know Tony. I have had these feelings right from the start. I just was so afraid of them."

I was going to ask her why but I decided that it could wait. I pulled her face close to mine and we kissed long and deeply.

I said to her, "Stand up," which she did and I stood up as well. 

I took her hand and we walked back to her bedroom. As we stood in front of her bed we kissed again. I opened the tie on the pajama top and slid it off of her shoulders. We kissed one more time, then Katie turned, pulled down the covers on the bed and laid down on her back. I started to get undressed, but as I pulled my pen and lighter out of my shirt pocket I looked at the candles. For some reason, I walked over to the headboard and picked up the candle that was closest to me. I got my lighter going and touched the flame to the candlewick. It sputtered a few times and then started burning with a low soft flame. I set it down and then lit the other candle as well. Katie watched quietly as I did this. I finished getting undressed and I turned off the bedroom light. 

After I got on the bed I crawled between Katie's legs. She lifted them up high and crossed them behind my back. I leaned forward and kissed her. As I moved in close to her, the tip of my cock found her cunt without using a hand to guide it, and I slowly pressed inside of her until I was in as far as I could go.

"Oh my God Tony, it feels so perfect," Katie said softly.

I replied just as softly, "I always want to make perfect for you Katie."

She said back, "I will always make it perfect for you Tony as well. Forever and ever and ever."

I started making love to her and it wasn't very long and it wasn't fancy. But as Katie had told me, "It's not the quantity, it is the quality that really matters," and this time we proved that saying right. We had made love like this before with me slowly screwing her until we both climaxed at the same time, but this night it was more intense than it had ever been. Not only were our bodies joined but finally our hearts and souls were as well. And through all of this, as our passion built, the candles got brighter as well. We reached the point where we were both fighting hard to hold back our climaxes, the feelings were so powerful that we didn't want the moment to end.

Katie said, "I love you Tony," and she started to climax and when she did, the room flooded with light.

I said, "I love you Katie," and as I let loose with my first shot of sperm, the room again got bright. 

I looked at the candles and as my cock throbbed and released, the candles quickly flared up. Katie started to climax again and looked at the one candle as it fired up into the room as well.

She said, "Oh my God, it is like they know what we doing."

I said, "Yes it does."

Katie pulled her arms tighter around me and wrapped her legs tightly behind me as well. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more. As we lay there, the candles slowly got dimmer, until the light in room was the same as when we had started. Katie brought her hands to my face and gave me one of those special kisses. We hugged for a while and I moved off of her and on my side. She rolled over to face me, and the kissing and the hugging continued.

I said, "I really meant it Katie when I said that I never want to let go of you."

She gave me a kiss and replied, "And I meant it too Tony. Forever and ever and ever."

We kissed again and I asked, "What happened on Tuesday night? I am guessing that is has something to do with all of this?"

Katie got this scared look on her face and it looked like she was going to start crying again.

She answered, "Tony, I don't want to keep any secrets from you and one day I promise that I will tell you everything. But I will do it tonight if you really want me to."

As much as I was curious, I could tell that this was going to be painful for her and I didn't want any more of that tonight. 

I said, "Tell me when you are ready Katie. I love you and that is all that matters now."

"Thank you," she replied and we kissed again. She said, "This feels so good."

We kissed and lay like that for a long time. After a quick bathroom trip, we went back to bed for a long session of foreplay with our fingers. Katie climaxed a few times as I played with her cunt and clit and each time the candles got very bright. 

I was going to move down and eat her pussy but she said, "Get on your back," which I did.

Katie climbed on top of me and started sliding her cunt up and down my cock. I wasn't inside of her, she had pressed her lips down and over it. All the while we kept kissing and I was playing with her breasts. Then she moved down between my legs and started sucking my cock. I hate to call it that because what she did was make love to my cock with her mouth. I had never had such sensations like what I was feeling that night and even though I had climaxed hard the first time, I was soon close to the edge of cumming again. But she held me there for long time. What she was doing with her lips and tongue was unreal. The candles had started off glowing softly at first but got brighter as time passed. 

I got even closer to the edge and I said, "Katie, I am going to cum."

She stopped, lifted her head up, and replied, "I love you Tony," and then resumed what she was doing but a little faster this time.

I said, "I love you Katie," just as the first shot of sperm shot out.

The candles flared up brightly as I came and did so for the second and third shots as well. She lightly sucked me as my cock went soft. She moved back on top of me again, placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me a gentle soft kiss.

Katie pulled her head back a little and said, "Tony, I have something to ask you."

I replied, "Anything Katie, anything at all."

She chuckled a little and said, "I know that I get weird at times and sometimes I don't know why I do. But promise me that when I do that you won't get mad at me? Just tell me and I will stop."

"I will Katie, you have my word on it," I answered, "And promise that you will do the same for me."

She kissed me lightly again and said, "It is a promise," and then she kissed me deeply.

I asked with a smile, "I have a question, was that one that I would remember for the rest of life?"

Katie laughed and answered, "Yes! I decided to save it for a special night."

"They don't get much more than this night," I said.

She smiled back at me and replied, "I want every night to be special with you."

I said, "I know that they will be."

She kissed me again, laid her head next to mine and very softly said, "Forever and ever and ever." We lay quietly like that for a while then she moved off of me and I turned and faced her. She looked at the one candle and said, "There is something strange about them. I can feel it but I don't know what it is."

I replied, "They are weird, that is for sure. I guess I should blow them out before we fall asleep."

She said, "Yes," and she slid off the bed and turned on her nightlight.

I sat up and blew them out as she got back into the bed with me. I laid back down and Katie got next to me. We kissed one more time and lay there quietly. She soon fell asleep but I could see a smile on her face as she did. There was so much about her that was still a mystery but it didn't really matter any more. For the first time since I met her I fell asleep not confused at all. Sure how this had all come about was strange but I didn't care. I knew that I would never let go of her no matter what happened from that moment forward.

I woke up the next morning before Katie did. I looked over at the clock and it was 9:30 AM already. There was light streaming around the curtains on the window as well as the glow from her nightlight. I looked down at her and she had a smile on her face that I had never seen before when we had slept together. I just lay quietly and about ten minutes later she woke up. 

Katie opened her eyes slowly and asked, "How long have you been awake?"

I replied, "Just a few minutes." 

"What time is it?" she asked since she was facing away from the clock.

"Almost 9:45 AM," I answered.

"Wow," she said looking at me, "I haven't slept that good in a long time. I guess I should go make us some coffee."

I replied, "No. We have plenty of time and to be honest, I would like to savor this for a while."

Katie smiled and I rolled on my side facing her. I moved one arm under her neck, the other around her side and she did the same to me. We kissed for a while.

She said, "I am so sorry that I acted the way that I did."

I said back to her, "It is all in the past now Katie. I really meant it when I said that I will always love you." 

She kissed me softly and replied, "And I meant it when I said that I will love you forever and ever and ever."

We kissed again for a long time. Lying there close to her like that, my cock got hard and she moved her hand down off my back and in between us to stroke it lightly, but after a few seconds I reached in and pulled her hand away.

I said, "I like lying together just like this."

Katie smiled and asked, "This is so perfect isn't it?"

I said, "Yes it is."

We lay together like that for almost an hour softly talking and kissing. Finally the need to pee got the better of us and we got up and went to the bathroom. Katie put on her pajama top, I got my sweatpants out of the first bedroom and we headed out to the kitchen. As she got the coffeepot brewing, I went over to the window at the end of the kitchen and looked at the snow that was still falling. There was well over twelve inches on the ground and it was supposed to snow until sometime in the early afternoon. Katie walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Looks like we will have some shoveling to do later," she said.

"Yes," I agreed. 

She kissed my neck a little and asked, "Please stay tonight Tony?"

I answered, "You never have to ask me to stay with you Katie."

She hugged me tightly and went back to making breakfast. The coffee was done and I poured us each a mug full. Breakfast, which was pancakes and bacon, was ready soon after that, and we sat down and ate. Afterwards we went back to her bedroom and made love. There was lots of foreplay with fingers, then we settled into a side by side sixty-nine position and playing that for a long time. She got on top of me and rode me for a while and we switched around with me on top and that is how we finished. The feelings were so damn intense the whole time and afterwards we lay there just talking and kissing.

The snow stopped around 2:30 PM and that is when we got dressed and went out to shovel. We did her driveway and sidewalk and then went across the street and shoved the sidewalk and driveway of a widow by the name of Mrs. Johnson. She offered to pay us for doing it but we said no. We were outside for well over an hour until we were done and I knew that I was going to be sore the next day. We went back inside of her house and Katie made us hot chocolate, which we drank at the dining table.

Katie said, "I am going to make you a very special supper tonight."

I replied, "All your suppers have been special Katie."

She smiled and said, "Just wait until you taste this."

"Can I help?" I asked but I knew the answer.

She answered, "Nope, just have fun watching me cook!" She got up, gave me a kiss, and headed out to the kitchen. She went in a cabinet under the counter and pulled out a chrome-plated gadget of some kind. "Pasta maker," she said as she attached to the edge countertop. Then she went into another cabinet and pulled out a flour bag. "You can use regular flour," she said, "But pasta flour tastes better."

I sat there and watched as she made the pasta, then grated a couple of kinds of cheese and prepared some chicken breasts. She talked to me the whole time as she worked.

"In a few years," she said, "I want to update this kitchen a little."

"How long have you had the house?" I asked.

She answered, "A little over three years. I lived with my parents for a year after college and then I got an apartment down here. After a few years I had some money saved up so I started looking for my own house and one of the girls at the one doctor's office that I take care of knew the family of the woman that owned this house. She had passed away a few weeks before and they hadn't put it on the market yet. I saw it and fell in love with it. They offered it to me at a very fair price. My father had a life insurance policy and Mom gave me the money for the down payment."




Katie's Love Ch. 04



I said, "That was nice of her."

Katie replied, "Yes. I wanted to put her name on the deed as well as mine but she wouldn't hear of it."

I asked, "Did you put the playroom in?"

She laughed and answered, "No. The lady that lived her was in poor health for a few years and her family remodeled that bedroom so that she could be cared for at home. She was ninety-two when she passed away."

I replied, "Ever see her ghost here?"

"No," she answered. "She was in the hospital when she died."

"That is good, I guess," I said.

Supper was well underway on the stove by then and Katie said, "You can set the table if you want."

I replied, "That I will do." I got up and went got the plates and utensils. I lit the candles, then opened and poured the wine. Whatever she was making smelled great.

I sat down and she brought the pasta and the sauce, which she had put the chicken into.

"Have you ever had Alfredo sauce before?" she asked me.

"No," I replied.

"I know you like cheese. You will really enjoy this," she said with a big smile.

We touched glasses and said, "I love you" as we did. I handed her my plate and she filled it up. I took a taste, then another one.

"Wow," I said, "This is fantastic Katie."

She beamed with pride and replied, "This is my own recipe. It took a while to get it right but I think I have it just about perfect."

I said, "It sure tastes perfect to me."

Usually Katie would make enough food for one good-sized serving for the both of us but this night she made extra. "I thought you would be extra hungry tonight after shoveling snow," she commented.

"Yes," I replied, "I am and I will be feeling it tomorrow as well."

She smiled, shook her head a little and said, "You really need to get back in shape."

I replied, "I know Katie."

At the time of all of this, I wasn't in bad physical shape. I had lifted weights from high school all through college and had been pretty active with intramural sports as well. But two years of working sixty plus hours a week in a store and not eating very well along with not exercising, was starting to take it's toll a little.

We finished eating and I headed out to the couch while Katie cleaned up the dishes from supper. I went over to her stereo, turned it on, and changed the channel to a classical music station to listen to while I was waiting for her to finish. She came in, sat down next to me, and we kissed and talked about the music that was playing.

After about a half-hour, she looked at the box that had the hairbrush in it and said, "I guess I will go put that away. It is in the bottom drawer of the dresser that I keep my panties and lingerie in." Then she paused for a few seconds and added, "Tony, if you ever think that I need it, don't be afraid to get it out and use it."

I replied, "Katie I don't ever want to put you through that again."

She kissed me and said, "I know, but just in case." She got off the couch, carefully picked up the box with both hands, then said, "I am going to put everything away in the playroom. I will be back in a few minutes."

"Okay," I answered.

Maybe ten minutes later, she came back to the couch and sat down. "All done," she said. "I always clean up in there on Sunday night, but since we didn't use anything, it was quick."

I asked her, "I am curious Katie. How did you get started with all the playroom stuff?"

Katie laughed and replied, "My junior year in college I started seeing one of the professors. I had taken his class the year before so it wasn't for grades, he just seemed like a nice guy. I would go over to his place, have supper, talk about books and writing, and then have sex. He taught me a lot in bed. He wasn't the first guy to screw my butt," and she frowned a little, "But he was the first one to make it feel good. One night he asked if he could spank me. I was afraid but I liked the guy so I figured I would try it. It hurt but it also felt good. He played with me in between spanks and I was really worked up by the time he finished. That went on for a few weeks, then the spankings started getting longer and harder but I still liked it. Then one night he asked me if I wanted to try something really different."

I said, "I have heard that line before."

She smiled, kissed me and then she went on, "We went down to his basement and he had a playroom down there. He had a lot more things than I have. I was really scared but he promised me that he would go easy to start. He told me about what a safeword was. Mine was petunia. He kept his word and it was pretty easy that night. He had this horse, like a big saw horse? He bent me over it and tied my hands and feet to the legs. He spanked me with his hand and a paddle, then used some toys on me before he screwed me. My butt was a little sore the next day but not too bad. I just kept going back and it got harder and harder. The first time he used a cane on me I thought I was going to die from the pain, but I got used to it as well. Then in the springtime he started letting me do him a little which I thought was great. Over summer vacation he had me go with him to a few parties. These people he knew would invite three or four other couples for the weekend to play. The women usually were the ones being played with but one time there was a woman there who was a top as well."

I said, "Sounds like it was pretty intense."

Katie rolled her eyes and answered, "Yes. I was really sore and worn out after the first one."

I asked her, "So why did you go back?"

She looked at me and replied, "I don't know, I guess I just liked being used like that. My senior year he brought in another girl. I helped train her for a while then she stopped coming over and another one came in. I had some feelings for the guy but by then I knew that I was just another toy for him to play with. He wanted me to move in with him after I graduated but I decided that I wanted to do something better with my life."

I kissed her and said, "I am very glad that you did."

She replied, "Jean got started the same way but it was with a guy that was in one of her classes. He was really rough from the start but she liked it." Then she kissed me again and said, "But enough about all of that," and we spent the next couple of hours sitting there lightly talking, kissing and playing a little. 

Both of our shirts were opened and the tops of our jeans were as well. It was romantic and it was fun. We headed back to the bedroom around 9:30 PM and made love again. I lit the candles and as they had done the previous night, each time Katie climaxed they flared up brightly and they did the same when I finally came. Those three simple words, "I love you," became more powerful each time we said them to each other.

The next morning we woke up when her alarm went off at 6:30 AM. Katie went and got the coffee started and then came back to bed. As I had expected, my arms and back were sore from shoveling the day before. We made love one again, nothing fancy, just the two of us totally wrapped in the feelings. After we finished, she went and got coffee for us and we took a shower together.

As we were leaving the bathroom Katie said, "Go get your clothes. I know how you like to watch me get dressed."

I laughed and replied, "Sure," and I went to the first bedroom and got my clothes out.

I went back to her bedroom and just as I was getting ready to sit down on the bed, she said with a big smile, "Before you do that, pick me out a pair of panties to wear today," and she pointed to the top drawer of the one dresser.

I replied, "Okay."

I walked over and opened the drawer. It was crammed full of panties in all kinds of colors and patterns. I looked at her and she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. I reached around in there for a little and pulled out a pair that was ruby red with a gold paisley print.

"Nice choice," Katie said, "Now get me a bra from the third drawer."

In a way this was kind of weird but then with Katie I never knew what to expect and it was a fun kind of weird. So I closed the top drawer and opened the third one. There was an assortment of bras in there, mostly white, but a few pastel colors as well along with a pile of new packages of pantyhose off to the right.

"What color?" I asked.

"White or beige is fine," she answered, "And grab a pair of pantyhose as well."

I pulled out a nice looking beige bra and one of the pantyhose packages. I closed the drawer and walked over to her.

She put her arms around my neck, kissed me and asked, "Do you want to dress me?"

I laughed and answered, "Why not?"

I had undressed women in the past but I had never helped one get dressed. It was fun and it was sexy and despite all the sex that we had that weekend my cock got hard again. I started with the bra and then the panties and as I was sliding them up her legs I saw a Tampax string.

"Did your period start?" I asked her as I finished them over her ass.

Katie replied, "not yet, but it will sometime today so I might as well be ready."

I said, "Okay."

I opened the package with the pantyhose and she told me how to bunch them up down to the feet, then slide them up on her. Katie got my underwear off the bed and after I stepped into them, she slid them up my legs. She gave my cock a few squeezes, then leaned over and sucked on it a few times, before pulling them the rest of way up.

She stood up, wrapped her arms around my neck and said with a big smile, "I know that you will be thinking about me all day!"

I replied, "Katie, ever since that first night, I have thought about you just about every minute of every day."

She kissed me and said, "I know Tony and I have thought about you all the time as well."

We kissed for while and then resumed getting dressed. Breakfast was just oatmeal but that was fine. She had to get going by 8:30 AM so I went out, started both of our vehicles and cleaned off the snow that had blown back on them overnight. I went back inside as the cars were warming up. It was soon time for her to leave and I left as well.

We had a nice long kiss in the hallway before we left.

"I love you Tony," she said.

I replied, "I love you too Katie. Have a great day."

Katie smiled and said, "Waking up next to you this morning already made it a great day!"

We hugged, left her house, and I headed over to my store. My part time employee had made it down there on Sunday and had a really good day of sales for a Sunday. I got a hold of him later in the day and he told me that we were one of the few stores open and it was non-stop all day. Which was good for him since he got paid commission and of course for me as well.

I called her Monday night from the store. I could hardly wait to talk to her again and I could tell that she felt the same. Tuesday night when I called she said that we should meet over at the bar for supper on Wednesday which was fine with me. We had our usual good time at the bar that night and the same on Friday night as well. The girl that was the waitress there was named Angie and we always had a good time with her. Since Katie had her period, she didn't come over to my apartment on Wednesday night and Friday night, we just decided to save it all for Saturday.

Saturday night we went back to the playroom for a little while but it was just for some light play and spanking before we moved to her bedroom to make love for the rest of the night. And while the sex had always been great with her, now it just got better and better. Freed of whatever demon that that locked up her heart, Katie put every part of her being in to pleasing me and I did the same for her. 

I stayed Sunday night as well and Monday morning as we were eating breakfast and talking about the week to come, she asked me, "Why don't you just come over here for supper on Wednesday night?"

I said, "I'd love to Katie," and that Wednesday night we made great love in her bed for hours. 

That was the start of our routine. Saturday nights we would still go into the playroom for a while, sometimes for short sessions and sometimes for longer ones. She always had something new to teach me there. I would have been just as happy skipping those play sessions but it was something that Katie liked to do and well I loved her and if it made her happy I was willing to do it. The only change was that the box that held the hairbrush was on the table with the rest of the spanking toys every week. But that was something that I would never use just for play. We would always finish up in her bed. We would make love Sunday morning and then get up for the day. Sometimes on a Sunday afternoon we would go catch a movie or just walk around a mall for a while, but most times we just stayed at her house. Sunday nights our lovemaking was soft and easy and Monday mornings were just something special to start the week off.

Wednesday nights were our nights to really explore each other. Her sexual appetite was matched only by her creativity in bed. We made love in every position possible. But we always started with a long a period of just lying there hugging and kissing. Sure we were naked and our bodies were close, but these times were as passionate as the sex that followed. The foreplay after that seemed to go on forever. Some times we would get into a sixty-nine and make love that way for a long time, other times we would take turns making love to each other with our lips and tongues. There was a tube of K-Y jelly in her nightstand and I could make love to her ass any time I wanted to as well. Those nights were a wonderful mixture of fun and passion. 

Valentines Day was a Saturday that year and I offered to take her out for a nice dinner but she refused.

"I can cook us just as nice of a meal and have a lot more fun doing so," she said.

So I relented and said, "Okay."

Katie also made a point of telling me not to worry about getting her anything for Valentines Day but that I wasn't going to listen to. Katie had told me that she liked pink roses so I got her a dozen. I also went back to the mall store that had the assortment of wild colored panties that she liked and got her a couple of those along with a nice card. She really liked both presents even though she repeated the part about me not having to get her anything, but then she gave me three really nice ties and a small box of candy.

She said, "I am not a big candy eater, but I know that you like it."

During the month of February I did learn two things about Katie.

The first happened the second Wednesday night that I was there. We made love for a few hours and had settled in to sleep. I was on my back and Katie was snuggled up close next to me on her side. I woke up some time during the night and moved a little which woke her up as well. I didn't open my eyes, but she did, because she started screaming. I opened my eyes and realized that the room was dark. Her nightlight had burned out. I rolled over and quickly turned on the lamp that was on the nightstand. I turned back, towards her and she was shaking and had this terrified look on her face. 

Katie calmed down a little and said, "I'll be right back." She got out of the bed, left the bedroom, then she came back in a minute, replaced the bulb in the nightlight and got back in the bed. I turned out the lamp and rolled on my side facing her. She looked at me for a few seconds and said, "I am afraid of the dark Tony."

I replied, "I think figured that out Katie. Why?"

She looked away from me, then back at me and answered, "I don't know. I am so sorry Tony. I should have warned you," then she put her head down against my chest. 

"That is okay Katie, " I said, "I understand." 

Not that I did, but there was no sense in prying. It was one of those things that I figured she would tell me about sooner or later. I fell asleep a few minutes later but as I was drifting off I could tell that she was still awake. But we didn't talk about it at all that morning or ever again.

The other thing I learned happened the last week of that month when she had her period. I went over after work on Wednesday and we had supper. She had on one of her pajama suits. After supper was done and the dishes were cleaned up, she joined me on the couch to watch some television. We started kissing a little, I moved my hand down to start playing with her breast, but she reached over and stopped me.

Katie got this sad look to her face and said, "I have something to tell you Tony."

I replied, "Okay."

She said, "I get really weird when I have my period, I don't like to have sex or even be played with. I know it is strange and you told me that it doesn't bother you, but it is just the way that I am. I don't know why, but I have always been like this." Then she added, "But if you really want to, go ahead."

I looked at her and answered, "I love you Katie and if it bothers you that much, then fine, I am here for more than just the sex."

"I love you too" she said, "And I am sorry for being so silly about this."

I replied, "It is not a problem. Making love this weekend will be all the more fun."

She smiled and said, "I will make it up to you," and she kissed me with one of her special kisses.

We sat there for the rest of the evening and a nice time just kissing, talking, and watching TV until around 11:00 PM. We got off the couch and Katie told me to go use the bathroom first. After which I went in the bedroom, got undressed and crawled in to bed. Katie came in a few minutes later. She still had on her pajama top but was carrying the bottoms, which she laid on the back of the chair. She went over to the dresser that had all of her lingerie in it and opened the second drawer. I had never been in that one and I looked over and saw that it was also filled with panties.

"More of them?" I asked her with a big smile.

Katie just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She picked around in there, pulled out a pair of dark blue panties and put them on. 

As she got in the bed she said, "Just in case I leak a little."

"That is fine," I said, and I turned out the lamp.

We kissed for a little while and then she laid her head down on my chest. There was no way in hell that my cock wasn't going to get hard with her laying next to me even with clothes on, but I figured it would go down in a few minutes and I could get to sleep. Of course the covers were tented over top of it. I thought Katie had gone to sleep, but then I felt her hand start sliding up and down my chest. Her hand was shaking a little and I felt her body start shaking as well. She kept going farther down my chest past my stomach and then I felt her fingers wrap around my cock.

I said, "Katie, you don't have to do this."

She leaned up, kissed me, and asked, "Close your eyes Tony, please?"

I did and I felt her body slide down a little and the covers being lifted away from my cock. She was still shaking as she started moving her hand up and down my cock. Slowly at first but it got faster. I was very close to cumming when I felt her lips gently wrap around the head. She tightened her fingers and a few seconds later I came into her mouth. She stroked me for a few seconds afterward and pulled her mouth away. She pulled the covers back up, laid down back on her side with her head on my chest, and after a little while the shaking stopped. I pulled her head up and kissed her.

I said, "You really didn't have to do that."

Katie replied, "You have been so nice to me tonight Tony even though I am being silly and stupid that I couldn't let you go to sleep horny like that."

I said, "You are not being silly and stupid. If it bothers you, it bothers you. I can respect that."

Katie looked up at me and replied as she kissed me "I love you so much."

I said, "I love you too Katie. So very, very much."

We fell asleep after that. The next morning we lay there for a while kissing and hugging before we got up. When we were in the shower I washed her back, ass cheeks and legs, but I handed her the soap and let her do the rest.




Katie's Love Ch. 04



That Saturday night we never made it to the playroom. We got hot and heavy on the couch after supper and headed to the bedroom and just made nonstop love for the rest of the night. Even when we needed to take a pee break, it was in the shower touching and playing the whole time. After a quick wash off, it was back to bed and the fun started all over again.

This was pretty much the routine any time she had period after that.



Katie's Love Ch. 05



Writers Note

This is the fifth chapter of my story about very special person. This part of the story goes from March 1981 until October 1981. It is a long chapter but that barely scratches the surface of that great time in my life. There is one evening back in her playroom that got pretty intense but that is not the focus here at all. This is all about being in love.

T

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The next eight months with Katie were the most wonderful period of my life. I could fill three of these chapters with all of the great times I had with her but these are the highlights of that time. I lived every day totally in love with her and she was equally in love with me.

Although she never told me about what happened that night that Jean had come to visit her, Katie did tell me a lot about her. She made no secret of the fact that they talked on the phone every week. Jean had gone to college for art in New York City and had been living there ever since.

One night Katie said, "Jean is going to Hawaii next week."

I asked, "What for?" since Katie had never told me what Jean did for a living.

She replied, "I guess I will tell you this. Jean is a professional. She is going there on a date."

I asked, "A professional what?"

Katie sighed and answered, "Jean gets paid to have sex with men."

I said, "Oh, she is a," and that point Katie pressed her finger against my lips.

She said, "Please do not call her that. I do not like what she does, but she is my friend."

I replied, "I am sorry Katie and I won't. I promise."

She smiled and said, "Thank you. She also makes dirty movies and has been naked in a few magazines as well."

"Playboy?" I asked.

"No," Katie answered, "She tried to get into that but she isn't the kind of girl that they are looking for and it is not Penthouse either."

I said, "Okay."

She added, "Her family has pretty much disowned her. Her sister Janet still talks to her but everyone else has cut her off."

"That is sad," I said.

Katie looked at me and said, "Jean tried to get me involved with it. I know that she makes a lot of money, but I could never do that. I would rather go back to being a waitress."

I replied, "Well Katie, I am really glad that you didn't."

She said, "I know," and laughed, "Because you would never be able to afford me!" and she kissed me.

I said, "That is the truth!" 

Then one night we were lying in bed and as I was playing with her pussy, Katie laughed and asked, "Do you know what Jean told me that she did last week?"

I answered, "I have no idea."

She said, "She shaved her pussy! All of it! I asked her why and she said that some women are doing it now."

I replied, "I have seen some pictures where they were trimmed but not shaved."

Katie said with a smile, "Her pussy is even softer than mine and it is so nice." She added, "I couldn't wait for mine to grow in and of course get breasts as well. But I couldn't imagine not having it."

I laughed and just kept on playing until she climaxed.

Katie rarely cursed. Once in a great while I would hear her say, "Damn or hell," but that was about it. Me, I cursed a lot, which was something that she was trying to get me to cut back on.

She said, "You and Jean are really bad in that department. You really should stop doing it because it does not sound very professional."

I replied, "I know, its a bad habit. Didn't you ever curse?"

"Back in high school and college I did," she answered, "But when I got my job I realized how important it was to make a good impression and it is a lot easier to stop completely."

I said, "I agree."

She said, "I don't like dirty talk in bed. There are so many nicer ways of saying things." 

I replied, "You know that I don't do that, but I do like how you say screw my butt."

Katie laughed and replied, "Well doesn't that sound a lot nicer than fuck my ass? Well maybe a little nicer and besides, you have never once fucked my ass. You just make the nicest love to me there."

I said "Thank you Katie."

She kissed me, then smiled and said, "Just like you are going to do tonight," and that is what I did.

Katie could come up with some the craziest ways to have fun in bed. One Saturday night in March after supper she came over to the couch and sat down on my knees. By this point in our relationship I knew that any time she did this that something was up.

She kissed me and said, "Have I got something special for us to do tonight!"

I asked, "How special?"

She laughed and answered, "Nothing bad, just something different."

"Okay," I replied.

We sat there kissing for a while then she said, "Whenever you are ready, the stuff you will need is in the first bedroom on the dresser."

"Stuff?" I asked.

Katie answered with a laugh, "If you need any help just call me."

We kissed again and got off the couch. I made a quick bathroom stop and then went into the first bedroom. There on the dresser was a pair of pantyhose, a butt plug, and a tube of K-Y jelly. I stood there and laughed.

Katie called out from over in her bedroom, "Think you can figure everything out?"

"Yes Katie," I called back.

I heard her laughing over there as well, then I stripped and stuck the butt plug in my ass. It was a small one and it wasn't too hard to get in. I sat down on the bed and put on the pantyhose. They were very thin and sheer all the way to the waist. 

"I'm ready," I yelled.

I hadn't closed the bedroom door and she came around from her room and said, "Let's get going." She was wearing the same kind of pantyhose that I had on. I got off the bed and we walked down to the playroom. Of course walking with a butt plug in my ass felt really weird.

Katie saw the expression on my face and said, "I have one in too. It isn't that bad."

"If you say so," I replied.

She laughed and as we walked into the playroom she said, "Get on the bed." So I got on, lay down on my side, and she did the same facing me. We kissed and she said, "The rules to start are simple. All playing is done on the outside of the pantyhose."

I asked, "Where did you hear about this?"

"I thought of it the other morning when I was getting dressed," she answered with a big smile.

"Okay," I replied and we starting kissing and playing. 

It was neat feeling her fingers touching and playing with my cock and balls through the pantyhose as well as playing with her pussy and cunt. After a long time of this she moved around and we got into a side by side sixty-nine. That was even more fun and included playing with the butt plugs. Then she swung back around, pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me. She started sliding her cunt up and down my cock which felt really good.

I said, "If you keep that up and I'm going to cum soon."

Katie laughed and replied, "I have other plans."

She reached up and got a small pair of scissors from under the pillow, then she wiggled back down my legs. She pulled the pantyhose up right around the base of my cock, made a small cut with the scissors, then she set them down, reached into the top of the pantyhose and pushed my cock out of the hole.

"That is kind of tight," I said.

"They will stretch," she replied as she took the scissors and carefully made a small slit in the bottom of her pantyhose. "Now for the real fun," she said with one of her great smiles as she moved up, lay on her back and opened her legs.

I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. I rolled over and got between her legs. The hole in her pantyhose was small as well and it took some pushing until I was able to stretch it enough to get my cock inside and then inside of her cunt. I leaned forward and kissed her, then I started screwing.

"Feels pretty neat doesn't it?" she asked.

"This is wild Katie," I answered.

We kissed some more. The hole in the bottom of her pantyhose started to tear a little and it wasn't as tight around my cock but the one in mine stayed about the same. I brought her to a couple of orgasms and I was close to cumming myself but I was able to hold back.

After she climaxed a couple of more times, she said, "Anytime you are ready." I kissed her and started screwing faster and as I started to cum I pushed in really hard. With my balls trapped in the tight pantyhose, plus having the butt plug in my ass, it felt really different. As she felt me go inside of her, Katie had another orgasm with a loud, "Oh yes!" 

I just held tight to her as my cock pumped out sperm and we kissed again and lay there joined together.

"That was something else," I said.

"I thought you would like this," she said with a big smile.

I got off of her and lay down on my back. She got on top of me and we cleaned each other off with our tongues. Then she switched around and we lay like that kissing and talking for a while. After a quick trip to the bathroom for a piss, we went back to the bed and started all over again. We made love like this a few more times as well over the next few months.

The first Saturday night in April, we were sitting on the couch after supper and Katie turned to me and said, "You know what?"

"What?" I asked back.

"I feel like dancing tonight!" she said with a big smile.

I replied, "That sounds like fun, but I was so looking forward to getting my ass spanked," and smiled.

I was being sarcastic but she said, "We can do a quickie when we get home. Give me a few minutes to get ready." She kissed me, headed off to her bedroom, then about five minutes later I heard her say, "Close your eyes."

Which I did and I said, "Okay."

I heard her say "Open them." She was standing off to the side of the couch a little with her back turned towards me. Katie had on a tight white sweater with short sleeves and a pleated red plaid skirt that hung almost to her knees. It looked like she had on pantyhose, but she spun around quickly and as the skirt flared almost straight out, I could see that she had on a garter belt and stockings as well as a pair of her fancy panties. "I like flashing my ass when I'm dancing," she said with a big smile. 

I laughed and said, "That's fine with me," and then I saw her nipples poking through the front of her sweater. "No bra tonight?" I asked as she always wore a bra whenever we went anywhere else.

Katie walked over to me, shook her breasts a little in my face and said, "I am feeling really naughty tonight."

The sweater had small buttons in the front spaced about an inch apart and she had it buttoned up to the top. I reached over and starting at the top, I started opening the buttons and finished with the one right below her breasts. 

I smiled and said, "If you are going to be naughty, might as well do it right."

"You are right," she said and reached down and opened the next one as well.

We got our coats and headed off to a disco club. That wasn't my favorite music to listen to but it worked for an evening of dancing. The place wasn't real full when we got there, so we had no trouble getting a table to sit at, but it filled up as the night went on.

I hadn't been out dancing like that in a long time and Katie wore my ass out that night on the dance floor. I could go maybe a half-hour or forty minutes before having to sit down and rest my legs. There were a lot of girls dancing in pairs or in groups so Katie would just bounce over there and join with them until my legs recovered. I sat there and watched her spin, her skirt flaring out and of course giving any one that was looking in her direction a good look at her panties. After I had sat out a song or two, she would come over to the table, take a sip of her drink, and pull me back out on the dance floor.

Slow dances are sometimes called vertical foreplay and that was the case with us. She got as close to me as she could and I could feel her grinding her pubic area into mine. Of course I had a handful of her ass that I was playing with and once in a while I would slide my hand under her skirt to play a little. We weren't the only couple out on the dance floor doing it either, there were a lot of hands on a lot of asses.

Sitting next to us was a group of girls in their early twenties. They were all good looking, but the one redhead caught my eye. She had short hair and freckles that were visible even in the dim lights of the club. She had on a tight T-shirt top with a black mini-skirt. She was slender but her breasts were big, at least a D size. Every time she stood up or sat down, I had to check her out. Of course Katie saw me doing it and I knew she had been checking her out as well.

"I think she's pretty hot looking too," I heard her say. 

I looked over at Katie and she was licking her lips a little with her tongue. I laughed. 

The night passed. I had just sat down to take another break when a slow song started. Katie came over to the table and I started to get up, but she shook her head no. She walked around to where I was sitting and gave me a quick hot kiss. Then she smiled, and walked over the table where the redhead was sitting at. The next thing I saw, they were out on the dance floor together.

The dance started off innocently enough, they had a hand behind each other's waist and the other one they were holding up in the air. Twenty or so seconds passed, then I noticed that they were standing really close, breast to breast and pussy to pussy. The hands on the backs started moving up and down a little and then they started grabbing each other's ass. Once in a while the hands would disappear under their skirts. Katie would flash me a smile as they turned around. The next thing I saw was that their other hands were on each other's breasts. They would kiss for a while and then move back to where their cheeks were touching and I could see that there was a lot of whispering going on at the same time. It was so damn hot that my cock got really hard and I knew I wasn't going to be walking out on that dance floor any time soon. The dance ended, they parted with another kiss and Katie walked over to the table and sat down. 

"Are you mad at me?" she asked.

"Mad?" I said and smiled, "That was so fucking hot!"

Katie laughed and replied, "She's gay, she doesn't like guys. She has had too many bad experiences."

"That is a shame," I said.

She said, "It happens. She asked me to go out with her but I said no, I just wanted a little taste. She said that was okay with her."

"Taste?" I asked.

Katie got a really big smile, leaned over close to me, and very softly answered, "She's wearing lace panties, her pubes are very soft and she is really wet."

My eyes opened wide and I said, "Gee, I missed that move."

She said, "Well I had to do it quick. I didn't want to be too obvious."

Katie extended her arm out and placed her index and middle finger under my nose. There was the unmistakable smell of pussy on her fingers. She pulled them back and then slowly licked each one off. I turned and looked over at the other table and the red headed girl was watching us with a big smile.

Needless to say, the sex that night after we got home was wild and crazy. And yes, I got my spanking before we started. I did tell her that I had been joking but one didn't make those kinds of jokes with Katie especially when she was this horny. Twenty hard and fast swats with the paddle and then she had me do the same to her. We headed to her bedroom at a fast pace and I got between her legs immediately. I hadn't licked her clit three times and she came hard and kept on cumming for a long time. What a night that was!

The next day my legs were so sore from dancing that I could barely walk, but I survived and we went once a month after that. We didn't see the red headed girl for a few months and when she did come back, she was pretty tight with a equally good looking blonde girl. Katie did go over to where they were sitting and they had a quick hug and a kiss. Katie wasn't kind of person that was easily forgotten.

Katie's birthday was April 15th and for some reason, it took me a while to get it out of her and she made a big point of my not fussing over it, mainly because she didn't want me spending a lot of money on her. I was keeping up with my bills and I had a slowly growing if still small savings account. But, I wanted to get her something nice although I was at a loss as to what. She didn't wear much jewelry, sometimes she would wear her college class ring or a simple necklace but that was it. She didn't even have her ear's pierced. One of the other managers and I were good friends and he was wise about a lot of things, especially dealing with women, so one day I called him and told him of my dilemma.

He asked, "Does she like perfume?"

I said, "Yes, she's got three different ones that she wears, but she doesn't wear a lot of it."

"Perfect!" he replied and asked, "Do you know what ones they are?"

"No," I said, "But I can find out."

He said, "Write down the names exactly off the bottles. Head over to any of the big department stores and go to the perfume counter. Don't try and pick something out yourself, get one of the old broads that work there to help you. The young chicks don't know shit, the old broads are the sharp ones." I let out a loud laugh and he finished with, "Just tell her what she likes and how much you have to spend."

So one night when my part timer was working, I did just that. I told the sales lady what she had and how much I wanted to spend. I was hoping that she would just pick one out but instead, she showed up with three different ones. She put a little spritz of each on her forearm, and had me smell it.

I said, "They all smell the same to me."

She gave me a dirty look and said, "Try again."

So I did and I noticed that the second one had a very faint scent of rose to it. I knew that Katie liked pink roses so that was the one I picked. She showed me what sizes it came in and I was shocked at the prices. Sixty dollars for a little tiny bottle of the stuff? I had planned on spending thirty or thirty five dollars, but I thought what the hell. As I was standing there pondering this, the sales lady reached over and got a clipboard from behind the counter. She scanned through a couple of pages and put it back down. 

She came back with larger bottle and said, "We having a sale starting on Thursday, but I can give you the same price today."

It was fifty dollars for that size, so I purchased it and thanked her for her help. At a drugstore in the same mall, I stopped and got a nice birthday card and some wrapping paper.

Her birthday fell on a Wednesday that year and I said that was going to be my treat at the bar that night. I wanted to go some place nicer but Katie said the bar was fine with her.

I walked in and after giving her a kiss as always, I handed the card and the box to her and said, "Happy birthday Katie."

She shook her head a little and said, "I told you not to fuss. A card would have been just fine."

Katie had this look she used when she didn't want any further discussion on a subject. She rarely said that she didn't want to talk about it, nope, she would just sit there and give me that look. Well this night, it was my turn to use "The look."

She rolled her eyes a little, broke out into a big smile and, "Okay. You win." Katie opened and read the card, then she carefully unwrapped the package and looked at the box. She opened it and after sliding the bottle out, she undid the top and carefully squirted a little on one wrist. She smelled it and said, "This is very nice Tony. Did you smell it?"

I laughed and said "Yes," and I told her the story of my first perfume buying expedition including the conversation with my friend.

She had a good laugh over it all and she said, "I am so proud of you."

Just then Angie the waitress walked by and Katie waved to her to come over. She put a squirt on Angie's wrist.

Angie smelled it and said, "This is really nice. He has good taste." She turned a little towards Katie, I saw her wink and heard her say, "And I bet he tastes good too!" and as she walked off we both roared with laughter.




Katie's Love Ch. 05



Katie said, "Today is Mom's birthday as well."

I replied, "Really? That is pretty neat."

She said, "She is fifty-two today. I called her and told her if she keeps this up that she is going to get old!" and she laughed.

"That wasn't very nice," I replied.

Katie smiled and said, "She knows that I am just having some fun with her. Look at me, next year I will be thirty! I am getting old too!"

I smiled back and said, "Somehow Katie, I don't think that you will ever get old."

She smiled for a few more seconds and got one of those far away deep thinking looks on her face. By then I knew better than to ask what she was thinking about, if she wanted to tell me, she would do so without my asking. But the smile soon returned again and we went back to her place and spend the rest of evening making all kinds of great love.

We were over at the bar for supper the last Friday in April. Angie was carrying back a tray of dirty dishes from another table when Pete, who was the owner and also the bartender, yelled something at her. She turned her head and as she did, someone got out of the booth in front of ours without looking and banged into her. The dishes and silverware went flying and a few glasses broke as they landed. She squatted down facing away from me along side of where I was sitting and started picking the stuff up. As she did, her T-shirt pulled up, her low cut jeans moved even lower and I saw the top of a pair of pink string bikini panties pop out of her jeans, plus I had a pretty good view down her ass crack as well. As much as I was in love with Katie, that didn't stop me from looking a little. I watched for a few seconds, turned back, and saw that Katie was leaning over the table taking a look herself. Then she sat down quickly with a big smile and put her finger to her lips. 

Katie motioned me to get closer and said very quietly, "I'll tell you in a minute." Angie finished picking up the bigger pieces with much cursing, took the tray to the back, then returned with a broom to finish the job and after she left, Katie motioned me to get close again and said, "She is bi."

I asked, "Oh?"

She answered, "I stopped in for lunch last week and we talked for a bit."

"No taste?" I asked.

Katie shook her head no and said, "But she would like to come play with us, so anytime you are ready I will have her come over."

I thought for a few seconds. I had messed up a couple of relationships by screwing around and while that wasn't the case here, I still promised myself that I was not going to even think about it, not that I had any reason to want to have sex with anyone else. But here it was, being offered to me on a silver platter.

I replied, "Katie, you are the only woman that I want to go to bed with for the rest of my life."

She smiled and said, "Okay."

I finished with, "However, if you want to invite her over one Saturday night, I sure as hell won't get up and leave."

She laughed and replied, "Maybe one day I will surprise you."

I said, "Katie, you always surprise me," but we never did have Angie over.

Next Friday when we were there, after Angie took our order and was walking away, I said jokingly to Katie, "I wonder what color her panties are today."

Katie smiled and replied, "I'll find out."

I said, "I was kidding."

She answered, "I'm not!" Angie wore a short apron, which she always took off before she went back to the ladies room. Katie wanted until she headed back there, got up and said, "I'll be right back!"

Katie got up and went back there as well. I watched and a few minutes later they both walked out of the ladies room laughing then Katie came back to the booth and sat down.

As Angie walked by she called out, "Hey Tony!" and when I turned, she pulled the back of her jeans down to show me the top of a pair of baby blue bikini panties, then she wiggled her ass and walked off.

I looked at Katie who had one of her big grins and said, "You got caught!"

She laughed and replied, "Yes! I went in there, Angie was on the toilet, and she said, "I'll be out in a minute." I said that I was just back there to wash my hands. She said, "Katie, oh, I thought maybe you came back for a look." I said well that too. So she showed me hers and I showed her mine."

I laughed as well and asked, "No taste?"

Katie answered, "No. But she likes my fancy panties!"

After supper at her house on Wednesday night in the middle of May, I got up to go sit on the couch while she did the dishes. As I got up from the table, she got up at the same time, went over to one of the drawers in the kitchen counter and pulled out a catalog. She handed it to me and I saw it was a lingerie and sex toy catalog.

Katie said, "It's something Jean is involved with. Let me know if there is anything you like. I get a discount!" and she flashed a big smile.

I settled down on the couch and started looking through it. Some of the lingerie and clothing I thought was kind of tacky looking. It didn't do much for me, despite the good-looking women that were wearing it, but some of it was pretty hot. At least I thought so and well, so did my cock, which got hard. I paged through and then I got to the sex toy section. Some of the stuff I was intimately acquainted with, some of it I had never seen before. The one item that caught my eye was the selection of strap-on dildo's. Most of the ones pictured looked to be pretty damn big, both in length and thickness.

I looked over at Katie and asked, "I'm surprised you don't have one of these strap-on things around," and added, "They look pretty damn big."

She looked back at me and said with smile, "They come in all sizes and yes, I have one."

I replied, "Oh. I'm just as surprised that it hasn't shown up on my side of the toy table."

She dried her hands off, walked over and sat down next to me.

Katie pulled my face over, gave me a quick kiss, and said, "That's because I think that the first time you get your butt screwed, it should be with a real cock and not a plastic one."

I was as straight as they came in those days. Given the option of having sex with another man and having my cock and balls dipped in to a pot of scalding hot water, I would have, without hesitation at all, headed right for the stove and started boiling the water myself.

I asked, somewhat shocked at what she said, "But what about the butt plugs and the vibrators?"

Katie smiled and asked, "Don't you think I feel a difference between when you put your finger or a vibrator inside of me verses how your cock feels in there?"

"Yes," I said and then I asked, of course knowing what the answer would be, "Would you really sit there and watch me get screwed by another guy?"

She kissed me again and said, "Would you sit there and watch me make love to another woman?"

"You know I would," I replied and asked, "You already have somebody picked for this, don't you?"

She giggled and replied, "Only when you are ready Tony." She got up off the couch and started walking back to the kitchen. Then she turned back towards me and said, "But if you are in a really big hurry, mine is this long," and she held out her hands twelve inches apart, "And this thick," and she made an O with her hands that was close to three inches in diameter.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I think I'll wait," knowing that it was something that wasn't going to happen.

Katie just smiled and went back to finishing the dishes. That subject never came up again between us.

That Saturday night, Katie came over to the couch and said, "I am going to do something tonight that I haven't done in a very long time."

I looked at her and asked, "What?"

She smiled and answered, "I don't know why Tony, but I feel like getting drunk tonight."

I laughed and replied, "That is fine with me."

Katie said, "But you need to stay sober, at least sober enough to keep me under control."

"I will Katie," I said

She reached into the pocket of her pajama top, pulled out the handcuffs and the keys, put them on the coffee table, and said, "Just in case."

"Just in case of what?" I asked.

Katie shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and replied, "What ever."

She kissed me, went over to the cabinet where she kept the liquor, got out a bottle of gin, and went back to the kitchen. I watched as she carefully measured out five shots into a small pitcher, added a couple of ice cubes, and poured in some tonic water on top. She brought the pitcher, a glass, and another shot glass over to the coffee table, then went and got the gin and went back to the cabinet.

"Bourbon or Scotch?" she asked.

I answered, "Bourbon will be fine," and she pulled out the bottle, then came over, turned on the TV and sat down on the couch.

We sat there for an hour, I had two shots and she slowly worked on the contents of the pitcher. We talked, kissed and played a little. She was okay at first but by the time the pitcher was three quarters empty, Katie started giggling and acting a little silly. She would get herself under control but after a few minutes she would be back to giggling again. 

Katie got quiet for a while, then I heard her said, "Oh boy," and I looked at her and she got this goofy looking grin on her face as she said in a voice that was almost child like, "Katie has to go pee pee." 

She tried to get up off the couch but she sat down real fast and started giggling. I got up, helped her to stand up, then walked her back to the bathroom. I put her in front of the toilet and she was swaying a little, so I put her arms around my neck while I untied her pajama bottoms and pushed them down. I lowered her down to the toilet and she started to piss.

Still with that goofy grin on her face she said, "This is so naughty, you watching me go pee pee, but I like it."

I just laughed and watched as she tried to get some toilet paper, but she started giggling real hard. So I reached over, got some and wiped her.

"This is real naughty stuff," she said, "You wiping my pee pee, but I like it too."

I said softly, "It is going to be a long night."

I helped her off the toilet, she wiggled her pants down and got them tangled around her feet, so I bent over and helped her step out of them. 

She was swaying a little and I walked her over to the sink, then I turned her around so that her ass was resting on the edge of the counter top.

"Stay here," I said as I got in front of the toilet and took a piss.

"Oh," she said, "You have such a nice pee pee."

I laughed, flushed the toilet, went back to the sink, and reached around behind her to wash my hands.

Katie put her arms around my neck and asked, "Hey Tony, we are the only ones here tonight. Do you want to go have some real naughty fun?" and she giggled.

"Why not," I answered. 

She giggled again and replied, "You can stick your pee pee into my pee pee and give me all those little spermies. He, he, he." I laughed again and she added in a sing song kind of voice, "I like spermies. They always feel so nice."

Of course by then I had a pretty good idea of why Katie never got drunk. She had absolutely no control at all of what she was saying or doing.

"Let's go," I said and we walked over to her bedroom.

I held her steady as I pulled down the covers, then I took off her pajama top, and she giggled again and said, "I like being naked. This way I can be real naughty." I helped her on the bed, then I lit the candles. She looked up at them and said, "Oh. They are so pretty."

We started kissing and playing a little. She was goofy and giggling a lot.

As I was playing with her breast she said, "All the boys like my boobies," and then after another giggle, "and some of the girls do too!"

The silliness continued as the playing got hotter. I moved between her legs and started to eat her.

"You are kissing my pee pee. This is very naughty but it feels so nice," she said in that sing song voice again.

I laughed and ate her until she climaxed,

After it was done, she surprised the hell out of me when she said, "Oh Jeanie that felt so good!" I looked up at her and she said, "Oh sorry Tony. My mistake!"

I just laughed, ate her until she climaxed again, then I got on top of her and pushed my cock inside of her cunt.

Katie had a big smile as we started screwing then she said, "Hey!"

I asked "What Katie?"

She asked back, "Do you want to get really naughty?" and giggled again and said, "I will turn over and you can stick your pee pee in my butt!"

I replied with another laugh, "This is fine Katie."

"Okay Tony," she said in that sing song voice.

She had a few orgasms and the silly comments continued, then I started going faster, and as she climaxed again, I came as well.

As we were laying there still joined, Katie said, "Oh your spermies feel really nice in my pee pee." She kissed me and added, "One of these nights we have to be real naughty and put a baby in my belly."

I laughed and said, "One of these nights Katie I will."

"I'd like that," she replied and with another giggle, "Oh boy, I have to go pee pee again!"

So I helped her out of the bed, into the bathroom, and again I had to wipe her when she was done. Katie was giggling the whole time and then as we were leaving the bathroom she decided that she wanted to go dance naked out on her front yard. I told her no but she turned and started running down the hallway. She got a little dizzy and slumped against the wall at the end and that gave me enough time to catch her. I walked her back to the bedroom and put her back in the bed.

I said, "Now Katie, I want you to stay here. I have to do a couple of things and when I come back we can have some more fun."

"Okay Tony," she said with a big smile.

I went down the hallway but I kept an eye on her bedroom door just in case. I turned off the lights in the kitchen, then the TV, and the lights in the living room. I got the handcuffs and opened them, then I walked down the hallway, turned on the nightlight that she had there, and went back into the bedroom. I put the handcuffs on the nightstand and went and turned on the nightlight that was in the bedroom.

I got back in the bed and Katie looked at the handcuffs and asked, "Are we going to play cops and robbers?"

"No Katie," I answered.

"Why not? she asked, "you can be the robber and I can be the policeman!"

I answered, "Not tonight Katie."

"Okay Tony," she said.

We started playing again and spent some time in a side by side sixty-nine, then after my cock was hard enough, I got back on her and we made silly love again.

Of course after we were done she giggled and said, "More spermies, oh boy!"

I got up, blew out the candles, and lay down on my back. I thought about handcuffing our wrists together but I figured I would wait.

Katie snuggled up close, and said, "I wuv you Tony," and she kissed me.

"I love you too Katie," I replied with a big smile.

"Sleepy time," she said as she lay her head down on my chest.

She was quiet for a little then I heard her make those little sleeping sounds. It was around 11:00 PM but it took me a little while to get to sleep. I was hoping that she wouldn't get up during the night since I was a pretty sound sleeper but she didn't. I woke up the next morning at 8:30 AM and Katie hadn't moved at all. I had to piss but I just lay there and waited and she woke up twenty minutes later. Katie slowly lifted her head off my chest, turned around and looked at me.

I asked, "How is your head this morning?"

"Not too bad," she answered.

"That is good," I replied.

She asked, "Did I do anything bad last night?"

I asked, "Don't you remember?"

Katie frowned and answered, "That is why I don't get drunk any more Tony, I never remember what happens."

"Oh, now I understand," I replied and added, "You were pretty silly most of the night and it was a lot of fun."

She said, "That is good."

I said, "You did try to run out of the house because you wanted to dance naked on your front lawn."

"Oh no," she said and she shook her head.

"And one time while I was eating your pussy, you called me Jeanie," I said.

Her eyes got real wide and for the first and only time Katie blushed as she said, "Oh my God Tony, I am so sorry."

I laughed, "Don't worry about it Katie. It didn't bother me."

Her face was still red as she replied, "I can't believe that I said that."

I pulled her head close to mine and we kissed, then I said, "Don't worry about it."

She sighed and said, "I have go pee and I will make us some coffee," then she looked the big smile on my face and asked, "What?"

I laughed again and answered, "You were so out of it that I had to wipe you after you went pee pee last night."

Katie laughed as well and said, "That has happened before!"

We kissed again and got out of bed. After coffee and breakfast, we made love again before heading out for the rest of the day. Needless to say, that was the only time that Katie ever got drunk.

And least anyone think that our time together was just spent having sex, it was far from that. Once the weather got nice in the spring, our Sunday afternoons were spent exploring local State Parks and just about any place else that we could find to go for a long walk. At the beginning, we would skip breakfast and she would pack a lunch for us. Later on, we would eat breakfast at the house and we would bring a picnic supper wherever we were going for that day. Most of places that we visited, alcoholic beverages weren't allowed, but she had a Thermos bottle that she would put some wine in and we carried a couple of coffee mugs to drink it out of. One of the first places I took her to was a small State Park way up in the Poconos that had the most gorgeous waterfalls. They had picnic tables set at various spots and after walking up and down the trail for a while, we would sit there, listen to the water, talk and of course make out a little as well. We visited that park at least once a month.

On one of the trips up there, we had been talking and kissing for a long time. We got up to get our supper out of the car and there was this older woman sitting on the table next to us.

As we walked by her hand in hand we heard her say, "I hope you two don't have too far to drive because you look like you are ready to screw each other's brains out."

Katie and I both looked over at her and then burst out into laughter. The lady had a big smile on her face.

Katie said, "Not yet, but tonight we will," and we walked out to the parking lot.

After we got our supper out of the car, we went back to the same table that we had been at before, but the lady was gone.

Katie had a great sense of direction. We would be driving back from someplace and she would turn off the main road or if I was driving, have me do it and we would go exploring the back roads. I was totally lost most of the time but she always managed to get us back on track. We saw some great countryside. Farms and older homes as well as lots of miles through some very deep and beautiful wooded areas.

Most of the time we took her car as it was better on gas than mine. Her car was always clean both inside and out and you could have eaten off the carpet on the floor. Mine on the other hand, well it just wasn't as a much of priority with me to keep it that nice. The first time we took my car, she got in, looked at the floor and frowned.

We had gotten about five miles from her house and were waiting at a stoplight when she said, "Turn right here."

I replied, "That is the wrong direction."

She answered, "I know. There is a car wash on the right two blocks up. Pull in." I looked at her and she gave me one of those, "No argument!" looks and that was the end of that. I drove to the car wash and we spent twenty minutes cleaning out the inside of my car. After we were finished, she got back in, smiled and said, "Much better."




Katie's Love Ch. 05



We stopped at a fast food place to wash our hands and then got back on the road. 

On those trips and adventures we did so much talking. Not that we did talk other times, but these kind of conversations are where you learn the most about each other. We were planning a life together. There was no doubt in her mind and there certainly was none in mine.

One afternoon, while we where sitting by a lake at a State Park watching some young children play in the water, Katie turned to me and asked, "How many kids do you want?"

I didn't say anything for a few seconds, then replied in a serious tone, "I don't know Katie, at least seven or eight. But ten is a good number as well."

Katie's eyes got really big and her mouth opened wide but nothing came out. I started to laugh and she realized that I wasn't being serious.

She let out a little sigh of relief and with a smile asked, "How about we take it one at a time?"

I replied, "That's fine. You are going to be a great mother."

She said, "You are going to be a great dad as well."

Katie turned her head back to the lake and from the look on her face, I could see that she was thinking hard about something. As always, I just let her have these moments without saying or asking anything. We also started going out for walks around her neighborhood on Wednesday evenings as well. Back in March my part-time employee started a class that was on Tuesday nights, so I had him work Wednesday nights instead, which gave me more time to spend with her.

The nights that we did go back to her playroom were pretty much down to a routine, but there was that one very special night early in June. We had supper and afterwards I went over and sat on the couch as always. Katie came over, pushed my legs together, sat on my lap and gave me one of her special kisses. But when she looked me in the eye, I knew that something was up.

Katie said, "Tonight Tony, if you agree, I have something very special in mind."

I said, "Okay."

She continued, "You will be mine for the entire evening."

Again, I just said, "Okay."

"I am not going to lie to you," she went on, "This is going to be very intense."

At that point, I started to get a little scared. I asked, "Very intense?" 

She nodded her head up and down, then slowly said, "Very, very, intense."

I thought about if for a few long seconds before replying, "I love you and I trust you."

She asked, "Do you remember your safe word?"

That hadn't come up at all since the first few times that we had played and for her to remind me of it really set off alarm bells. "Asparagus," I said in a voice that was a little less than convincing, and then added, "You are scaring me a little."

Katie leaned forward, kissed me again, and said, "I want you to think seriously about it. Take all the time you need, but just say, yes or no."

My heart was pumping like mad. I knew whatever she had planned, that she wasn't lying about the intense part and I had a good idea that most of it wasn't going to be pleasurably intense. But I also knew that she had some kind of reason for wanting to do this and well I loved her enough to go through with it.

So after a few more seconds of looking her in the eye, I drew in a deep breath and said, "Yes."

She said, "Remember, I love you too." and she kissed me again. She said, "I'll need a few minutes to get prepared. Just sit here for a little. Finish your wine, get undressed, and call me when you are ready." 

She kissed me one more time, got off my lap and walked down the hall.

"Prepared?" I thought as my heart continued to pound. She always had the playroom ready to go for whatever she planned for the evening. I sat there and took my time finishing my wine and yes, I was scared. Finally I headed to the first bedroom and closed the door. I got undressed and after a few more long seconds of indecision, I said, "I'm ready Katie."

I heard her bedroom door close and then a couple of seconds later she opened the bedroom door. I was totally unprepared for what I saw. She was wearing a black corset that came up half way on her breasts, but the nipples were still visible. The bottom ended at the top of her pubes and she wasn't wearing panties. There were garters coming down the front that were attached to sheer black stockings and on her feet were black high-heeled shoes. Her hair, which she almost always wore down, was pulled up in a bun on top of her head and topped off with a small black net. The final touch was the ruby red lipstick on her lips. This would have made for a very erotic vision of loveliness, had she not had it not been for what she had in her hands. Her riding quirt was hanging by its strap from her right wrist and in her left hand she had the handcuffs and something that looked like a wide, black leather dog collar with a leash dangling off of it. Then I really got scared.

Katie said loudly, "Stand up!" I guess I got off the bed too slowly because the next thing I saw was her move forward and with a quick flip of her hand, the leather ends of the riding quirt landed across my one ass cheek. Again in a loud voice, she said, "When I tell you to do something, I mean do it right away!" and again, the quirt landed on my ass cheek. I knew then and there that it was going to be a long night. "Turn around!" she barked and this time I moved quickly. She grabbed my right wrist and I felt the handcuff close around it. She said in a little softer but still firm voice, "You will address me as Madam."

I said "Yes," and then the quirt made another stripe of fire on my ass cheek. "Yes, Madam," I said corrected.

She grabbed my left wrist and I felt the handcuff close around it. But then, she gave a squeeze and locked them down really tight on my wrists. In the past, she had left them loose enough that I could move my wrists around, but not this night.

Katie saw the expression on my face and said, "Too tight? I can make them tighter!"

I said, "No," then quickly added "Madam," and braced for another hit with the quirt. 

"You are learning," she said. Then I felt her wrap the collar around my neck and buckle it. She slid a finger underneath it to check the tightness. It wasn't too tight that I couldn't breathe but it was tight enough that I feel it there.

I felt her tug on the leash and heard her say, "Move!"

I went around her and must not have moved fast enough because again, the quirt bit my ass cheek although this time it was halfway around my thigh as well. I moved quickly out of the room and down the hall to the playroom. She had opened the door before coming to get me and the lights were about half dimmed. The room was it always was, except that she didn't have the toys that were sitting on the dresser covered up, nor were the spanking implements sitting on the table covered. And there was quite an assortment of items sitting on it. The only thing that was missing this evening was the hairbrush. She had pulled the chair out away from the wall. We had never used the chair for anything other than sitting on previously and even then it wasn't much.

I learned a lot of things that wild evening, like not only was it hard to eat a pussy with your mouth gagged with a one inch wide leather strap, but how really hard it was to make some one cum while eating their pussy that way. Especially if you were on your knees at the time, with the handcuffs tied to your ankles and she was standing over top of you, staying just far enough away to make it difficult. We had done a little with gags in the past, but it was never for an extended amount of time. Plus every time she felt the urge to pee, I was expected to open my mouth and swallow every drop.

I also learned that she had a lot of rope and a lot of special ways of using that rope. I got tied up in all sorts of crazy positions. I also learned about the chair. She dragged me over there and had me straddle the arms with my legs. She placed my arms behind the back of the chair and tied a rope to the handcuffs. Doing one leg at a time, she lifted them up and tied them to the outside of the arms of the chair so that my heels were barely level with the seat. Then she tightened the rope fastened to the handcuffs to make me arch back even farther. My ass wasn't touching the seat at all and balls were just barely brushing against it. I wasn't gagged at that point. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and gave me a deep long kiss. 

Katie walked over to the pile of spanking items and returned with the riding crop. She started first on my breasts. They were hard whacks but with a lot of time in between. I have mentioned that my preference for getting spanked was on my knees or my stomach so I couldn't really see the blow descending. That just added a little bit more, I don't want to call it terror, but nevertheless, I just didn't like to watch it happening. And of course, Katie knew that I didn't like it, which is why I was in this position, or at least one of the reasons. She could see me tighten up and hold my breath as it descended. Sometimes she would stop it right before it landed and would wait until I let my guard down a little before finishing it with a hard smack. Of course she tormented me verbally as well as physically. 

After hard smack to my left breast, she reached over and pulled my hair and my head back, and said in a very nasty voice, "What's the matter? Too hard for you? I've been smacked on my tits a lot harder than that, and I never made that much noise." She then landed three more hard ones on the same breast in the same spot.

I had never hit her breasts. I had read someplace that it was felt that physical trauma to the breast was a possible cause of breast cancer and well the thought of it, just didn't do anything for me.

After she had decided that I was sore enough there, she worked her way down my stomach and to my inner thighs, where she really turned up the heat. Her control and aim were perfect. She never once, even brushed my cock and balls, but she got really damn close. The verbal torments kept coming as well. I was very close to crying from the pain when she finally stopped.

This kind of treatment went on all evening. I climaxed twice, both times she used her hand to bring me off, after which she fed my sperm back to me. The first time she had me so worked up, that it actually hurt when I came. The second wasn't as bad but by then I was pretty much out of it. About halfway through the evening, I just faded into some kind of haze. I felt the strokes and I moved when and how she ordered me to, but I had pretty much shut down mentally otherwise.

When she decided that it was time to end, I was led over the bed, but instead of sleeping on the mattress, I got told to lay on a sheet that was laying on the floor. She tied my feet again and passed the end of the rope up through the handcuffs. She turned off the room lights except for the nightlight and crawled on the bed. I slept and I didn't sleep. I had some really weird dreams, nothing that I could remember in detail later, but I knew they had been very strange.

Finally I woke up and the room lights were back on. I was still bound and oh, did I ache. The combination of sleeping on the hard floor tied up and the punishments I had received, made for a very painful combination. I moved a little, let out a loud groan, and after a few minutes Katie came into the playroom. She had changed into one of her silk pajama sets and her hair was back down in its normal style.

"You are awake," she said.

I groaned a "Yes."

"Let me get you undone here," she said as she untied the ropes around my ankles and then unlocked the handcuffs. I started to try and stand up but I was really shaky from everything that had happened including being tied up all night. She said, "Just take it slow," and she helped me get to my feet and then down onto the bed on my stomach. "Stay there," she said and she walked over the dresser where all the toys were. She got the jar that had the numbing cream in it and took a rubber glove out of a box in the one drawer. Katie walked back over and started dressing the marks on my ass and legs with the cream. After a regular spanking session, she would have little comments to make, like "Oops, that was a nasty one," or "Oh it's not that bad," but today she was strangely quiet. The cream started doing its work and she had me roll over on my side and lift my one knee up so she could do the insides of my thighs, then she returned the jar to the dresser and went into the bathroom to get rid of the glove. She headed out of the room with a quick, "I'll be right back." She came back with my sweatpants, helped me put them on and after a quick kiss she said, "I'll get breakfast started," and she left the playroom again.

I lay there for a little while on my stomach, then I worked my legs off the side of the bed and finally stood up. I was really sore. I made my way slowly out of the playroom and after stopping in the bathroom to take a much needed piss, I went down the hallway and out to the kitchen area. The chairs at the dining table had wooden seats but today she had placed a pillow on the one that I sat on. I took a quick look at the kitchen clock and it was close to 9:00 AM. I lowered myself carefully down on the chair and she handed me my coffee cup, which was already filled, and a couple of extra strength Tylenol. I popped them and savored that great cup of coffee. By the time I was done with the first one, she had breakfast ready which was hash brown potatoes and breakfast sausages that she had cooked, then cut up and mixed in with the potatoes. This was topped off with a layer of melted cheddar cheese. It wasn't going to win any awards as far as healthy eating went, but it always tasted damn good and was one of my favorites. She refilled my coffee and dished out a big helping of the breakfast on my plate. We sat there eating quietly for a while.

Katie said, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

I sat there looking at her for a little and said, "Just one Katie. Why?"

She looked down at her plate and then back over at me.

"I just wanted you to experience being totally dominated," she softly said, which was the first time that she had ever used that word. Katie asked, "What did you think of it Tony, and be honest, please?"

I said, "It was scary and painful. But after a while I just zoned out and honestly I don't remember a whole lot of what went on."

She asked, "Do you remember when that happened?"

"I have no idea," I said, "It just happened gradually, maybe about halfway through. I have no clue even as to how long the whole thing was."

Katie got this look on her face that was both scared and worried, then she said very quietly, "I stopped around midnight."

I thought for a few seconds. It had been a little before 8:00 PM when we got started and our play sessions where we switched were usually an hour or so for each of us. No wonder I felt like a truck had run over my body, and my ass, despite the numbing cream and the pillow that I was sitting on, still had a nasty dull burn to it. I didn't say anything, but then she started crying a little.

"What's wrong Katie?" I asked.

"I never should have let it go that long," she cried, "I didn't realize that you were that out of it."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm okay."

She shook her head no, and said, "But you weren't able to tell me if you wanted to stop. It's like hitting someone who is unconscious." Katie cried some more and said, "I could have really hurt you," and she added, "I'm so sorry Tony," as she continued to cry.

"Katie," I replied, "It's okay, honestly, it's okay."

She didn't say anything. Her crying slowed down and she picked some more at her breakfast. I finished what was on my plate and my coffee. I took some more from the pan and without saying a word, she took my cup and filled it again with coffee. We finished the rest of the meal quietly. It wasn't until many years later, that I came to learn what she had been concerned about, that dominating someone like that not only had privileges, but responsibilities as well. But I loved her and I trusted her. I didn't feel like she had broken that trust, but I could tell that she felt that she had.

As she was clearing off the table, I stretched my arms out a bit and she said, "Why don't you go lie down for a while."

"Sounds like a good idea," I said. I walked over to her and gave her a deep kiss and a big hug. "I'm okay Katie, really, I am." I said as it ended. 

Katie shook her head a little and started to get weepy eyed again. I let out a long sigh and walked back to her bedroom. I got on the bed and lay on my stomach. I looked over at her clock radio and by then it was 10:00 AM. After a little while she came in, went over to her one dresser drawer and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. She sat down on the bed next to me and poured a little on my shoulders and down my back. Katie had given me massages in the past as part of our foreplay, but she knew what she was doing here as well. She started with my lower back and worked her way to my shoulders and my arms. It felt so good, so very, very, good. I remember lying there and then I fell sound asleep.

I woke up, somewhat disoriented, looked at the clock and it was 11:30 AM. Katie was lying on her side facing me with her arm over my back. 

I looked at her and said, "I crashed."

She laughed a little and replied, "Yes. One minute you were awake and the next you were out."

I laughed also and said, "That was a hell of a back rub. But I want a rain check for what I missed by falling asleep."

Katie smiled, leaned forward, and kissed me. Then she rolled on her back, undid the tie that held up her pajama pants, and slid them off her legs. She got back on her side and guided my hand down into the warm wetness that lie between her legs. I carefully rolled over on my side and slid my other arm under her neck. She reached down, untied my sweat pants, carefully pushed then down over my ass, then she reached up and got the bottle of massage oil. I watched as she squirted some into her hand, which she then placed on my cock. She wiped it all over my cock and my balls. She pulled her hand away and lifted mine off of her cunt, which she turned it over and squirted some in there before returning it between her legs. She squirted some more into her hand and she put the bottle back on the nightstand. Her hand went back to my cock and she started playing and I kept playing with her as well. The oil made everything feel really neat and slippery. Of course, what she was doing to my cock with her hand and fingers felt unbelievably good. We would kiss for a while, then lay cheek to cheek, and then would go back to kissing. She rolled on her back and untied her pajama top and slid it off. I watched as she got the bottle of oil one more time and dribbled a little on both of her breasts. She started working it into the one, which I thought, was neat to watch since I had never seen her play with her breasts like that before. I pulled my hand out of her cunt and worked the oil on the other one. 

With the sweatpants still hanging partially down my legs, I got up on my knees. She pulled her legs up high, I got between them, and I slid my cock deep inside of her. She let her legs down and I started screwing her. The combination of the oil and her pussy juices made for a very slippery ride. I was on my knees but my back was straight. I leaned forward a little and placed my hands on her breasts. Her hands were up on my shoulders and I had an idea. I reached over, pulled her arms down, placed my hands on top of hers and moved them to her breasts. She got a big smile and I watched for a while as she played with them as I continued stroking in and out of her well-greased cunt. After a while I placed my hands on top of hers again and worked her fingers with my fingers. 




Katie's Love Ch. 06



Writers Note

This is the sixth chapter of my story about Katie and goes from Oct 30, 1981 until Nov 12, 1981. There isn't much I can say about this one.

T



The first week in November started off like all the weeks that we had been together. Katie had brought me supper at my apartment that Friday and spent the night. Saturday was Halloween and she had candy for the kids that were out trick or treating. Afterwards, we didn't go the playroom, it was just one of those nights that we made soft and sweet love in her bed. It was sunny but cool on Sunday and we took a ride up to the State Park where the waterfalls were that had become our favorite spot to go to. We didn't pack a picnic supper to take with us since was getting dark early, instead we just stopped at a diner on the way back. Our kiss Monday morning before leaving for work seemed to go on longer than usual and she finished it off with one of her special, "I love you," kisses. Monday night I called her and everything was fine. Wednesday couldn't come fast enough so that I could be with her again. 

Tuesday night I worked at the store late and called her around 8:00 PM and got her answering machine. I left a quick message for her to call me at the store. In the past she would always get right back to me. I got busy with a few customers and it was 9:00 PM and time to leave. I called her again, got the machine and left a message that I was heading to the apartment and that she should call me there after 9:30 PM. I made my bank deposit and got there at 9:25 PM. I waiting and waited but there was no call from her. I called her again at 11:00 PM, got the machine but this time I didn't leave a message. I was getting concerned and thought about driving down there but I decided that I would wait. I went to bed and didn't sleep very well. 

I set my alarm for 7:30 AM and I called and got the machine again. Since I was up early, I went up to the store and I called her sales office. She had told me that they had her schedule of appointments and would be able to get a message to her. The day went by and there was still no word from her. I left the store right at 5:00 PM and drove down to her house. I arrived at 5:45 PM and it was getting dark out already. Her car wasn't in the driveway or carport and there were no lights on in the house that I could see. I went to the front door, unlocked it and went inside. It was dark in there, the hallway nightlight wasn't even on. I switched on the main light and there was a small pile of mail sitting on the floor which I picked up and then headed to the kitchen. After I turned the light on in there and put the mail on the counter, I went over to her phone and answering machine. There were three messages showing and I played them back. The first two were the ones that I had left the previous night and there was one from her boss around 10:30 AM this morning asking her to call him. I went back to the kitchen and checked the table and counter for a note from her. I couldn't think of any reason for her to just up and disappear like this. I stood there for a few minutes and then I heard the front doorbell ring. I walked over to the door, opened it, and there stood Mrs. Johnson who lived across the street.

I said, "Hello Mrs. Johnson. Can I help you?"

She answered softly, "I just wanted to come over and say how sorry I am."

I asked, "Sorry about what?"

She looked at me and said, "You must not know. I will be right back." I had no idea what she was talking about. I watched as she walked across the street and then came back carrying a newspaper.

I let her into the hallway and she handed me the newspaper, which was today's edition. I had seen it on the newsstand at the drugstore that was next to my store but I hadn't paid it any attention. The big news was about a car crash on the one highway. I knew that road, at that spot it was two lanes that were separated by a small median with a guardrail in the center. Mrs. Johnson pointed to the article. There was a picture of traffic backed up and also one of a car with it's roof torn completely off. I started reading it.

The accident had started as a chair reaction accident in the southbound lane. There was a bend in the road a little to the north of where it had happened and a truck had come around too fast and couldn't stop in time. He slammed into a car that was stopped but instead of pushing it into the car that was in front of it, it had gotten pushed up and over the back and had flipped over the guardrail in front of another car that was heading northbound at the time.

There were two people killed, I read the names, and one of them was Katie. I started shaking and I looked at the car in the photo and it looked like her car. I read the article again and my chest tightened up and I could hardly breathe.

Mrs. Johnson said, "I am sorry to have to be the one to tell you. You can keep the paper."

I replied, "No! Take it! I don't want it."

She said, "I am so sorry for your loss," and she took the newspaper out of my hand, walked out the door and closed it as she did.

I stood there in a total state of shock. I just couldn't believe it. I started crying and slumped down on the floor in a sitting position. I cried long and hard and I felt so lost and alone. At some point I slumped over and was lying on the floor as I cried from the very depths of my heart and my soul. I have no idea how long I was there.

Finally I started to get a little control of myself and then I had this weird feeling like there was someone else in the house with me. 

I sat up and called out, "Who is there?"

The sound echoed down the hallway and through the rooms. There was no reply but the feeling was strong. I pulled myself up off the floor, walked into the kitchen and then out into the laundry room. The back door was locked and so was the screen door. I went back to the kitchen, looked around the living room, and walked quietly down the hallway. If someone had broken in through one of the bedroom windows they were going to get the beating of their life. That is, if they lived to tell about it. Every nerve in my body was on edge. I opened the door to the first bedroom, turned on the light and looked in. The window was closed and I walked over and quickly checked the closet. I did the same with the bathroom, Katie's bedroom and finally the playroom. Nobody was there, but I still had that feeling.

I walked back out to the kitchen. I got a shot glass from the cabinet, walked over and got the bottle of Scotch out. I nailed one shot, then another, and poured a third. I was going to nail that one but I stopped before I did. There was no way that I was going to stay there that night and I didn't want to be driving while drunk. I was a total mess inside as it was and I knew that drinking wasn't going to help, so I sipped that shot down slowly. I knew that Katie's mom would eventually get down to the house but after tonight I had no intention of ever coming back here again. I decided that I would go clean out my clothes from the first bedroom. I got up, went to her sink and got the box of trash bags out. I stood there for a few seconds, but then I thought about the playroom and I was sure that her mom didn't know about all of that and it wasn't something that she should have to deal with. So I walked back there first. 

I knew that I could get rid of all of the toys in the dumpster that we used for the store. I headed over to the dresser and started emptying drawer after drawer. I filled one bag and had a second one about half full as well and I had that damn feeling like someone was watching me the whole time. I had never been through the drawers before. Katie always got out whatever it was she wanted us to play with and every drawer was so neatly arranged. Most of the toys I had seen. There were a few pairs of handcuffs that I hadn't seen before but the one that we always used wasn't in there. Most of the spanking toys I knew as well but there were a couple of ones I hadn't seen as well. A very nasty looking lash with leather thongs that were knotted at the end and what looked to be a brand new bull whip that was still coiled up. I got rid of everything except for the baby wipes and paper towels that she had in the top left drawer. The cream that she would use after she had spanked me, and the rubber gloves went into the bag as well along with several tubes of K-Y jelly.

I know I am making this sound like I was calm and composed throughout all of this I was not by any stretch. I would start crying and shaking so bad that I would have to stop for a minute or two and sit down until it passed.

I found the cane in the back corner of the closet. I knew that I couldn't fit it in the bag but I figured I could just toss it into the dumpster. Katie had some clothes in there as well but there were no more of her toys. I went into the bathroom and gathered up the enema bags and tips. I went back to the playroom and was just about to start moving the stuff out to my vehicle when I looked at the bench. I knew that the straps had to go as well. I turned the bench on its side so I could see what I needed to get them off. I carried the one full bag up to the entranceway and went down in the basement where I knew she had a toolbox. 

I got a hammer, couple of screwdrivers and a pair of wire cutting pliers. After heading back to the playroom, I went to work and when the bench was done, I turned it back over and added the straps and screws to the bag. I took the wire cutting pliers, used them to cut far enough into the cane so that I could snap it into pieces, and those went into the bag as well. Then I took one last look around the playroom. I never fully understood her reasons for having a room like this but it was a part of who Katie was. As I remembered that first night that she brought me in there and how scared I was, I started crying again. I went over and turned on the nightlight before I gathered up the tools and the trash bag, then I turned off the main light and closed the door.

I left the bag out in the hallway and returned her tools to the basement. I had to take a piss so I went into the bathroom and after finishing that, I did a quick check in there. One more tube of K-Y jelly was in one of the drawers of the sink cabinet but that was it. There was small shelf along side of the sink and on there were her bottles of perfume. The one I had gotten her for her birthday was still about half full. Those I left in the bathroom along with my razor and toothbrush. 

There was still some room in the trash bag but I decided that I was going to get my clothes out of the first bedroom before I went through Katie's bedroom. I went in there and emptied the drawers. The clothes that I brought down over the weekend were washed and in there. I went to the closet and my shirts and pants from last week were already washed and ironed as well. Which was strange, because Katie always did the laundry on Thursdays. As I pulled the hangers out of the closet I saw a package wrapped in gold foil paper sitting up on some luggage that she kept in the corner. I had been in the closet over the weekend and I didn't remember seeing it then. I pulled it out and there was an envelope taped to the front with my name on it. I pulled the envelope off and opened it. Inside was a card that Happy Anniversary printed on the front.

I opened the card and inside she had written, "Tony. It has been a beautiful year and I know that they will keep getting better. Love Katie."

I started crying again as I walked over and sat down on the bed. I set the card down and opened the package. Inside was a bathrobe that was the same shade of green as the pajama's that I had gotten her for Christmas. It was made of a thick and heavy velour fabric and had my initials were embroidered on the front in white thread. Inside at the top was a white label with gold thread embroidery from some store in New York and I knew that it had to have cost her a lot of money.

"Damn it!" I cried, "This just isn't right!"

After a few minutes I got up off the bed and got another bag. I put the bathrobe and the card into that one. The wrapping paper I just rolled up and stuffed in the bag with the toys. I started taking my clothes out to the passenger seat of my car and then I made one last check of the bedroom, turned off the light and closed the door.

Then I went into Katie's bedroom. Of all the rooms I knew that this was going to be the hardest and damn if that feeling didn't get stronger as I walked in there. I knew she had some K-Y jelly in the one night table drawer so I got that out. I checked the other one and in there was a small vibrator. Both of those went into the bag. I checked the one dresser that had her regular clothes in it and there was nothing in there, and then I did a quick look in her closet but I didn't see anything. 

I went to her lingerie dresser next. I started crying as I felt around in her top panty drawer and then the second one, but I didn't dig around too deep. The third drawer had her bras and stash of both pantyhose and stockings, but nothing else. I opened the bottom drawer. On the left were her corsets, garter belts, in the middle were some slips and camisoles, but on the right were the green pajama's that I gave her for Christmas. Katie always hand washed all of her silk pajamas, put them on hangers to dry, and kept them in her closet. I had this feeling like she did this as some kind of signal to me, but how could she know that something like this was going to happen? I moved the pajama's over to the side and there was the box that had her father's hairbrush in it. She had told me that this was where she kept it but she would always get it out and put it back in. I saw a piece of white paper sticking out of the one end of the box. 

I reached down and lifted the box out of her drawer. I opened the lid and there was a folded piece of paper. Written in big letters in Katie's handwriting on the front was "Tony." I unfolded the paper, at the top was written "Monday, October 26, 1981" and this is what followed.

My dearest Tony.

I know that by the time you are reading this that something terrible has happened to me. On the way home from work today, I had one of my premonitions. It was so damn strong and it was about me. I've been trying to shake the feeling all evening but it isn't going away. I know I am going to die soon. 

I am so damn scared.

Tomorrow I am going to see an attorney who is a friend of mine to get a will made. There is a metal box under the bed that has all of my important papers and I will put the will in there. There are also some things for Mom in the box. If you are at our house before she gets here please put the box on the dining table. She knows that it is under the bed as well. I am going to put in the will that you can have anything you want from our house. 

I put an anniversary present for you in the closet of the first bedroom. I am so sorry that I won't be there to see your face when you open it. If you don't want anything else, at least take your whiskey. I know that you will be needing it, but please don't do anything stupid. I want you to keep the box and the hairbrush as well. I know that I never told you about it, but it doesn't really matter now. Also, if you get to our house before Mom does, please clean up the playroom? Mom doesn't need to have to deal with all of that.

There are so many things I wanted to tell you. This past year has been the most wonderful year of my life. I was so looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together but now, that isn't going to happen. But know this, no matter where I am, that I will be there for you. I mean this with all of my heart Tony. I love you and I will always love you. Forever and ever and ever.

Katie

I started shaking again and that feeling like someone was in the room got really strong. I started crying and added a few of my tears to the bottom of the paper where I could see the faint stains from her tears as well. 

I got angry and screamed, "Why Katie? Why?"

I could not believe that she had known that something was going to happen to her and she never once let on. But there it was on the paper. I slumped down on the bed and again cried for a long time. I didn't know what to think or to do.

Again I managed to pull what was left of my sanity back together. I sat up, got off the bed, dropped to my knees, and found the metal box and I carried that out to her dining table. I went back to her bedroom, read the letter one more time, folded it up, and put it back in the box with the hairbrush. I picked that up and grabbed the last bag of stuff that I was getting rid of and started to leave the bedroom. I looked around and then realized that I had left the drawer open that I had gotten the hairbrush box out of. I let go of the bag, walked over there, and as I started to move the pajama set back down in the drawer I had a crazy thought. I picked it up, closed the drawer with my leg, and walked over to the bed. I set the box to one side and after I carefully laid out the pajamas on her bed I went over and turned on her nightlight. I don't know what I was thinking, it was like I was hoping that she would come home and find these and know that I had been there. I got the box and the trash bag. I looked around her bedroom one more time and remembered all the great times we had in there. The tears were flowing once again as I turned off the room light and closed the door. 

I walked down the hall and after going outside again, I put the last bag in the bed of my vehicle and shut the tailgate. I added the box to the pile of items that were sitting on the passenger seat. I went back inside to where Katie kept the liquor and got the rest of the whiskey that was there. I stopped at the table and set them all down. I was going to have another shot but decided to wait until I got back to my apartment. I got my business card case out of my pocket, pulled one out and wrote on it, "Call me please." and I left it on top of the box. I didn't know how I was going to find out about what her mother was going to do for a funeral. I hoped that she would come here and find this before it happened. I could lock the front door without using the key so I pulled out my key ring and took the key to her house, our house as she been calling it, off the ring and laid it on top of my card. I got the shot glass, walked over to the sink, rinsed it out, dried it, and put it back in the cabinet. Just like Katie would have wanted me to do. 

"Damn it to hell!" I said softly as that feeling came back over me again. 

I went back and got the rest of the whiskey. I looked around one last time and turned off the lights in the living room, dining area, and then the kitchen. I went out to my car and put the bottles on the floor. I walked back over to the front door. I reached in and turned off the light in the entranceway and the front door light. I turned the lock and waited a few seconds before I pulled the door closed. I got in my car, started it and backed out on the street. 

I took the long way back to my apartment and drove as slow as I could. Fortunately there was no one behind me the whole way up there. It took me a number of trips to empty out the clothes and other items from the passenger seat after I got there. I put everything away and took the bathrobe out of the trash bag. I got the card out of the bag as well. I held the robe for a long time before I got up and put it on a hanger in my closet. I went to the kitchen, got a glass, and poured a pretty good amount of whiskey into it, then I went out to my chair and sat down. The whiskey soon disappeared but not the feeling of total despair that was gripping my mind. I started shaking and the crying started as well. It was not fair! How could God or whoever decided such things, put Katie through a week of what had to be total hell like that was just unbelievable. Plus the fact that I had met the love of my life and then had her ripped away from me like this? At some point I managed to walk to the bed. I didn't even get undressed, I just lay there crying until finally I fell asleep.




Katie's Love Ch. 06



I woke up the next morning and it was already 9:30 AM. My assistant manager wasn't going to be in until noon so I had to be there to open up at 10:00 AM. I did a quick shave, changed my clothes, and got up there just in time to open. Business was steady and I didn't have any time to even get some coffee made. My assistant came in at noon and I told him what happened to Katie.

He said, "Just go home. I can handle things."

I replied, "No. I am just going in the back for a while."

I went into the back room where my office was, closed the door, and cried for a little while. Around 12:30 PM I decided that I had to get some lunch. I hadn't eaten at all since lunchtime yesterday and that was taking a toll on me as well. The phone rang but I let my assistant answer it.

He came back, knocked on the door and said, "It is for you."

I really didn't want to talk to anyone at that point but I picked up the phone and said, "Hi this is Tony. How can I help you?"

The woman's voice at the other end said, "Hello Tony. This is Elizabeth. I am Katie's mom."

I said, "Hold on just a second." I went over to the door, opened it and yelled to my assistant, "Hang up the phone and don't bother me!"

I closed the door, sat down, picked up the phone and said, "Okay. I am here."

She asked, "Is this a bad time?"

I replied, "It is a very bad time Elizabeth but I can talk."

She said, "I know how bad you are hurting right now. I am down at Katie's house right now. I see that you must have been here."

"Last night," I replied.

Elizabeth said, "They came down from the funeral home yesterday to get Katie." She paused and added, "Tony, they said that Katie was."

I interrupted her at that point and said very loudly, "Elizabeth, I saw the picture of the car. I don't want to know about bad it was."

She said, "Okay. I'm sorry."

I replied, "I am sorry that I yelled at you."

She answered, "That is okay, I do understand. The viewing is tomorrow night from 7:00 PM until 9:00 PM and her funeral will be on Saturday at 11:00 AM," and she told me where both places were. She also told me that the cemetery was behind the church where the funeral was being held.

I said, "I will be there tomorrow and on Saturday."

Elizabeth replied, "I will watching for you. Please be strong. I know it is tough right now but you will get through this."

I said, "Thank you."

She said, "I will talk to you tomorrow. Good bye," and hung up the phone.

I called my boss Danny and told him what had happened. He was upset especially since he had gotten caught in the southbound traffic on that road and had driven right by the accident scene. He told me to take a couple of weeks off and that he would be responsible for getting someone to cover the store but I declined.

I said, "I have to do something to keep busy otherwise I know that all I will do is sit around and drink."

He said, "Well if you decide that you need to, just call me. And if you need to talk, call me as well. I'll drive up and we can go for a beer."

I thanked him and told him where the viewing and the funeral were being held. After I got off the phone with him, I did go and get some lunch. I came back to the store and made calls to my part timers to get the store covered for Friday night and Saturday. I decided to take Saturday off but I said that I would take care of working on Sunday. Something inside me said that keeping busy was better than not keeping busy.

The rest of the day passed, I left the store around 7:00 PM and went up to the mall. All of my ties by then, were the bright red power ties that were the fashion back in those days, but I wanted something more appropriate to wear so I got a black tie at the one department store. I went by the jewelry store and saw that the manager was working. I went in and after he was done waiting on a customer, I told him that I wanted to cancel the layaway on the engagement ring.

He asked, "Big fight?"

I started crying and replied, "No. She was killed in a car crash. It was on the front cover of Wednesday's paper."

He looked at me and asked, "Katie?"

I was surprised that her said her name but I answered, "Yes."

He replied, "We went to the same high school. I graduated a year ahead of her. Have you met Jean?"

I answered, "Katie talked about her but we never met."

He said, "Jean and I dated a few times and we used to go on double dates with Katie and her boyfriend. I just can't believe that this happened."

I replied, "Tell me about it."

He asked about the funeral arrangements and I told him, but he and his wife had plans to go out of town right after work on Friday. Even though the layaway on the ring had a twenty percent cancellation penalty, he told me that he would waive that.

"There is no way under these circumstances that I would charge you that," he said.

"Thank you," I replied. 

He gave me a form to fill out, told me that he would take care of everything and that I would be getting a check in a week. I thanked him, we shook hands, and I left his store. I got some supper from a fast food place and ate while I drove back to the apartment. Once again I poured a glass full of bourbon and settled in chair for another long night of crying and total despair. 

Friday passed quickly enough. I left the store at 6:30 PM and went back to my apartment. I got out the dark gray suit that Katie had gotten purchased for my birthday and got dressed. I tried to keep myself calm but I wasn't very successful. The funeral home and the church were both in Katie's hometown which was only ten miles away from where I lived. I left the apartment and I got to the funeral home around 7:30 PM. I walked in and saw Katie's name on the signboard in front of the one room. I walked in but just stood at the doorway. There were a few people sitting in the chairs. I saw her casket which was closed, but from how bad her car looked, I didn't even have to wonder why. There were baskets of flowers on both sides. Standing to the left was a slender older woman dressed in black, whom I guessed that it was Elizabeth. I walked slowly up to the casket. Up to that point I had been able to keep myself under control but as I got close, the tears started falling. 

I silently thought, "My poor Katie. So afraid of the dark and all alone in that cold metal box."

I started crying harder and then I felt a hand on my left shoulder. I turned around and it was the woman that had been standing there. 

She said, "I don't even have to ask to know who you are, Tony. I am Elizabeth."

Through my sobbing I replied, "Hello Elizabeth."

I faced the coffin again and I felt her move close to me and place her arm behind my waist. She stayed like that I as stood there and cried for a few more minutes.

I heard her say, "There are people waiting. Can you stay a while?"

I answered, "Yes," and walked over to the set of chairs that were on the left side and sat down a couple rows away from the coffin.

I watched as other people came in and paid their respects. I was crying lightly pretty much the whole time. I looked at my watch and it was 8:15 PM. I was thinking of leaving but then Elizabeth walked over and sat down next to me. She reached over and took my hands in her hands.

She said, "I really wish I had something to say that would help with what you are feeling right now."

I replied, "That is alright Elizabeth. I don't think that there is anything that anyone can do that will ever make me feel better."

She said, "It will heal with time, just be strong. I know that Katie would want you to be." Of course, hearing her say that just got me crying all the harder. Some more people came in and Elizabeth said, "I will be back in a few minutes," and she went back up to the coffin. I watched and after they left, she went over to one of the flower baskets and took the card off. She came back, sat down next to me again and said, "I know who most of the flowers are from but this name I don't recognize," and she showed me the card.

I said, "Those are from my boss and his wife."

Elizabeth said, "Okay. I remember Katie telling me about going to his picnic." She sat there for a little while and then said, "Tony, I have a favor to ask of you." 

"Anything at all, Elizabeth," I replied, "Anything."

She said, "I am going down to Katie's house on Sunday to get her things packed up. I will be spending the night and some friends from church are going to come down on Monday and help me get them moved. I was wondering if you could come down on Sunday for a while. I really would like to have some time to talk to you away from all of this."

I thought, "Anything but that. The last thing I want to do is go back to Katie's house." But I answered, "I have to work on Sunday. I did that so I could take tomorrow off. I get off at 5:00 PM and till I get some supper it will be around 7:00 PM until I get there."

She replied, "There is plenty of food down there. I will make supper for us."

I said, "Okay, I can be there around 6:00 PM then."

Elizabeth set the card down on the chair next to her, took my hands in her hands, and said, "I know it will be tough for you being there without her."

I replied, "I will be fine, Elizabeth," which was a lie but under the circumstances, what else could I say?

We sat there quietly for a while and then a guy in a dark suit walked over to where she was seated and said something quietly to her. 

She said, "It is almost time to go."

I looked at my watch and it was 8:55 PM. We got up and walked back to the casket for a few minutes. Elizabeth hadn't cried the whole time that I had been there but I looked over and saw a few tears roll down her face.

We left the room together and after she got her coat, I walked her out to her car. She turned and hugged me and I did the same to her. 

She said, "I will see you tomorrow, Tony. Please be strong and be safe."

I just said, "Thank you Elizabeth. I will try."

She got into her car and I walked back over to mine. I drove as slow as I could back to my apartment. It was so empty being there on a Friday night without having Katie there. I took my suit off and put it back on its hanger. I was going to get drunk but I decided that it wasn't right for me to show up with a hangover for her funeral. I poured myself a small glass of Bourbon and went out and sat in my chair in the dark for a while as I slowly sipped at it. Again the memories kept going through my brain. When I finally got out of the chair it was 11:30 PM. I went to the bathroom and before I got in the bed, I turned on her nightlight. Sleep came hard and it was filled with dreams about her.

I hadn't set the alarm but I woke up around 9:30 AM the next morning. I got up, made a pot of coffee and showered, then I put my suit back on. I was going to wear the same shirt as I had worn the night before but I knew that Katie would have a fit about it. Of course, that thought got me crying again so I got a clean one out and put that on. The weather was sunny and mild that day. On the way down to the church, I stopped at a florist's shop in the one town and purchased a single pink rose. I got to the church at 10:45 AM and I left the rose in my car as I went into the front of the church. I looked in and it was already about two thirds full. I was trying to decide where I was going to sit when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

It was one of the ushers from the church and he asked, "Are you Tony?"

I replied, "Yes."

He said, "Follow me please."

We walked up to the front pew and Elizabeth was sitting there. He pointed to the pew and I walked over and sat down next to her.

She quietly said, "I didn't want you sitting all by yourself today. In my book you are family."

"Thank you, Elizabeth," I replied as I looked over at Katie's casket.

All the flowers from the funeral home were arranged around it and there were a few more as well.

She said, "You can get up and say a few words about Katie if you want," but by then the tears were started to form in my eyes again. 

I answered, "I'm sorry. I can't."

She took my left hand between both of hers and said, "That is okay Tony. I will take care of it."

The service started. I was pretty much in a daze the whole time and I wasn't feeling very religious at that point in my life either. Finally the minister asked if anyone wanted to speak about Katie. I got up and let Elizabeth get out of the pew. She walked to the lectern and started talking. She thanked everyone for coming out that day and she talked about Katie and all that she had done in her life.

Then she said, "Katie had a very special person in her life. His name is Tony and he is here with us today. I want you to keep him in your hearts and prayers just as you are doing for Katie. I know that they loved each other very much."

That really set me off crying harder. 

She walked back down and I got up again, let her back into the pew, and said, "Thank you Elizabeth. You didn't have to do that."

Elizabeth took my hand again and held it until the service was done. During the final hymn, the usher walked up and escorted both of us out of the church before anyone else. We walked out on the front steps.

Elizabeth said softly, "It will be a few minutes until they get her moved."

I said, "I have to get something out of my car."

She said, "Okay."

I walked back to my car, got the pink rose, and walked back over to where Elizabeth was standing. She had been talking with people as they came out of the church but I kept my distance. A few people did walk over to me and offer their condolences as well. After everyone had left, she came over to me and we walked back to the cemetery, which was behind the church. There was a paved path that led back there and there were a few benches along the side of it.

Elizabeth said, "Katie's father and I have a plot back here. The one next to ours was open, so that is where she is getting buried."

I didn't say anything. We got back there and the minister walked over a few minutes later and started the graveside service. Elizabeth was on my arm the whole time. When it was done, people started walking by to pay their last respects. Some left flowers on her casket. I didn't really look at them, I just stared at the metal box that was about to take away that wonderful girl that I loved with my very soul. Elizabeth and I were the last to walk to the casket. I placed the pink rose on the top with the flower at where her head was. We stood there for a few minutes and we were both crying at that point.

I managed to say softly, "Good bye Katie. I will always love you."

Finally we moved away and started walking out of the cemetery. As we got about half way down the path to the parking lot, I felt a hand on my shoulder. We stopped and I turned around. There was a woman standing there with dark red hair and sharp green eyes. She looked familiar but I couldn't remember where I had seen her before.

She said, "Hello Tony. I am Jean," and she extended her right hand.

I extended mine and we shook hands.

Elizabeth said, "I am sure that you know this, but Jean is Katie's best friend."

I said, "I know."

Jean said, "I won't keep you long and I know how badly this has hit you. When you feel up to it, please call me some time?"

She reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a business card, and pressed it into my hand. She reached around and hugged me and I gave her a light hug as well. I turned, stuck the card into the pocket of my suit coat, and took Elizabeth's hand in mine as we walked to the parking lot.

Elizabeth said, "There is going to be a lunch in the church hall if you want to come."

I replied, "Thank you Elizabeth, but I need some time by myself."

She said, "I understand. I will see you tomorrow then?"

I answered, "Yes."

We hugged again and she lightly kissed me on the cheek. She turned and headed in the direction of the church and I walked over and got into my car.

After I got back to my apartment, I wasn't sure at first about what I was going to do for the rest of the day but I decided that sitting around there wasn't a great idea. I took my clothes off, got on a pair of jeans, a flannel shirt and my boots. I got back in my car, made quick stop for some gas and something to drink and headed north to the State Park with the waterfalls and go there around 1:30 PM. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. I walked down to the picnic table where Katie and I usually sat. I sat down and just stared at falls not paying any attention to who walked by. Sometimes I would cry for a while and the rest of the time it was just sitting there silently. I had a feeling of total emptiness inside of me. 

Around 3:30 PM I heard a female voice ask, "Are you okay sir?"

I looked over and it was a lady Park Ranger, then I replied, "Yes, I am okay."

She said, "You don't look okay."

I answered, "A very special person in my life died this week and her funeral was this morning, that is all." I looked and her and added, "Don't worry, I am not going kill myself."

She smiled and said, "I just wanted to be sure. I know how you are feeling, it happened to me one time. Just be strong and you will get through it."

I just replied, "Thank you," and she walked off.

I sat there until it started getting dark and then I walked back up the trail and out to the parking lot. The only vehicles still in the lot were the Ranger truck and mine. She looked at me, waved, and I got in my car and drove off. On the back to the apartment I stopped at a fast food place and got something to eat from the drive-in. As I got close to my place, I stopped at a bar and got a six-pack of beer. I got to the apartment, opened a beer and went and sat on my chair. I slowly drank it and just sat there. Time passed and I got up, took a piss and got another beer. This time before I sat down I turned on my stereo and tuned the dial to Katie's favorite easy listening music station. I sat back down and got lost in my thoughts and memories for a long time again. I got up for another beer, then another, and finally the six-pack was done but I wasn't really drunk. I never ever thought that my life could go from such complete happiness into total darkness like this. I got up, turned off the stereo, took one last piss, and went to bed.

I lay there for a long time crying, "I love you Katie. I miss you so damn much. Why? Why did this have to happen? Why?" over and over again.

The next morning I woke up at 10:30 AM and I felt like crap. Some of it was from the beer but a lot of it was from the pain that was still deep in my heart. Sunday morning and no Katie lying there beside me was very hard to deal with. I got up, made a pot of coffee, and hit the shower. I washed down a couple of Tylenol with the first cup, then I headed up to the store. The afternoon went by quick enough, I wasn't very focused but I managed to get through the day.

5:00 PM arrived and after closing the store, I started the painful ride back to Katie's house. I almost stopped at my apartment to call Elizabeth and make up some excuse as to why I couldn't go there, but I didn't. Elizabeth had been very nice and comforting to me at both the viewing and the funeral and I felt that I at least owned her something for that. I got down to Katie's house, got out of my car, walked to the front door and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, Elizabeth opened the door and said, "Hello Tony. The door was unlocked. You could have walked right in."

I said, "I know but I don't live here anymore," as I walked in.

She closed the door as I hung my coat up on the rack, then she said, "Supper is almost ready so come in and sit down."

I was already at the point of crying and that damn feeling like there was someone in the house came back over me and I knew that it wasn't from Elizabeth. I walked over to the table and sat down. Elizabeth had set the table just like Katie would have done it and the sight of that pushed me over the edge and I started crying a little. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. She opened a bottle of wine, walked over, and poured me a glass.




Katie's Love Ch. 06



"Maybe this will help a little," she said.

I sipped on the wine but it didn't do much to calm me down and I watched as Elizabeth finished cooking supper. Just the way she did things was so damn similar to the way that Katie did and that wasn't helping me at all. I looked and down the hallway and saw a line of boxes against the one wall. Everything that Katie had worked so hard for was being put into boxes and going who knows where. I looked back at Elizabeth again. Her hair was the same dark brown color as Katie's hair was and she had on a light blue cotton blouse like a man's dress shirt and dark blue pants. It was like I was sitting there, twenty years later, watching Katie make supper. I turned and as I looked down the hall again, I got that weird feeling again.

I was making myself crazy with all of these thoughts when I heard Elizabeth say, "Supper is ready." She brought the food over to the table and said, "Katie told me that you were a fussy eater so I just stayed with the basics."

Supper was chicken breasts in gravy, mashed potatoes, and corn.

I replied, "You really didn't have to go through all this trouble Elizabeth."

"It was not any trouble at all," she said, "And I can tell by the way that you look that you haven't been eating much and what you have eating isn't anything good for you."

I answered, "I haven't had much of an appetite and when I do, I just get something quick."

"My point exactly," she said, "You need to be strong and you need your strength to do that." She reached over, took my plate and loaded it with food. "Take your time and eat slowly," she said as she put food on her own plate, "But I know that you can eat all of that."

She poured her glass about half full of wine. I picked up mine and we touched glasses. 

I said softly, "I love you Katie and I miss you."

Elizabeth said just as softly, "I love you Katie," and we started to eat.

Everything was cooked perfectly and it tasted great. We made a little small talk as we ate. Elizabeth had a glass of water that she was doing most of her drinking out of but I did a pretty good job on the bottle of wine.

She did say as I was refilling my glass, "There is a lot of wine downstairs. You are welcome to take as much of it as you want. I drink very little."

I replied, "Thank you but no, I don't want any."

"Is there anything else in the house that you want?" she asked. "Katie said in her will that you could take anything you want." 

I answered, "No, I took everything that was mine out on Wednesday night." 

I was full and couldn't eat another bite when Elizabeth said, "I did get a pie for dessert. I would have baked one but well I was busy."

I replied, "I really can't eat anything else right now. Everything was great. Thank you."

There was still plenty left in the serving dishes and Elizabeth said, "I am going to send this home with you. All you have to do is warm it up."

I answered, "I can do that," and then I asked, "Can I help with the dishes?"

"Absolutely not," she answered, "You are my guest tonight. Why don't you go sit on the couch and let me get this cleaned up? It won't take too long."

I refilled my wineglass again and said, "Okay." 

I got up and moved to the couch. At first I was okay but it didn't take long before the tears were rolling down my face again. The house used to seem so alive when Katie was there but now it was so quiet and cold. After she was done in the kitchen, Elizabeth came in and sat on the couch next to me.

She said, "Tell me about yourself Tony."

I did just that. I told her about where I was from and my family, things that I had done growing up, and where I went to school. I talked for probably an hour, then Elizabeth told me a lot about herself. Katie had told me some things about her and her father but this was in a lot more detail. Almost another hour passed and then the conversation turned to what Elizabeth had done so far in cleaning up Katie's house.

Elizabeth said, "Oh my, I can't believe how many panties she had! She always liked having lots of them but two drawers full?" That brought one of the few smiles to my face of the whole evening and she went on, "When she was little anytime we went clothes shopping she had to have new panties."

I replied, "I can see that."

Then she said, "I did find something that I have a question about," and she got up off the couch and added, "I will go get it."

I sat there wondering what I had missed back there. Elizabeth walked back to the couch and held up a triangular shaped piece of black leather with a hole in the center. There was a strap that was fastened to two corners and two other straps attached to that on and were fastened to the other hole. 

She said, "This was in the second drawer with all the panties."

I knew what it was right away but I just sat there trying to think about what I was going to say. 

Finally I said, "That is called a strap-on, Elizabeth. There should be a plastic," and I hesitated for a few seconds and went on, "Penis that fits in that hole. Women use them to make love to other women with and sometimes men as well."

Her eyes got really wide, she looked at it again, then she laughed and said, "Okay. I know about Katie and other girls," and she set it down on the coffee table as she sat back down next to me.

I replied, "I did clean out some things like that, I might have thrown the other part away already."

Elizabeth smiled and said, "I knew she liked stuff like that." Then her face got serious and she asked, "Did Katie leave you a message about knowing that this was going to happen?"

I answered, "Yes, she left me a short letter about it."

She replied softly, "Katie had a number of those feelings about people over the years. At first I didn't believe her but she was always right. She told me the day before it happened that she knew that her father was going to die. I didn't want to believe her then but it did."

I sat there quietly for a few seconds and then I said, "I can't believe how calm you have been about this Elizabeth."

Elizabeth looked at me and answered, "Oh I have cried a bit but I have been trying to hold it back. Once I get through all of this," and she stopped and looked at me.

I watched as her tears started to flow and I reached over and placed my arms around her waist and she placed her arms around my neck. At first the crying was light but then she started crying very hard and squeezed me tightly.

She said as she cried, "I'm sorry Tony."

I replied, "That is okay Elizabeth, just let it out," and that is what she did.

She cried and cried and I joined her as well. As bad as I was hurting inside, I knew that it was nothing even close to what she was feeling over the loss of her only child. She wailed and cried for a long, long, time. We had to be there crying for close to twenty minutes and that damn feeling of someone else being there got very strong as we both let our tears of grief flow. 

We both started to calm down a little although we were still crying and I heard her ask, "Do you feel that? It is like there is someone here."

I answered, "Yes, I do. I felt it here on Wednesday night as well. I don't know what it is."

She replied, "I have been feeling it pretty much the whole time I have been here and even a little on Thursday, but not as strong as this."

I said, "I just don't know what it is."

Elizabeth pulled her head back and looked at me for a few long seconds and asked, "I have no right to ask this of you Tony and I know that I probably shouldn't ask you, but I don't want to be alone tonight. Will you stay here with me?"

At first I was going to say no, it had been hard enough just coming there for supper. But I felt that I owed her something for how nice that she had been to me. 

So I answered, "I will Elizabeth," thinking that I would sleep in the first bedroom and that she could stay in Katie's room. 

She replied, "Thank you Tony. I know that this is hard for you."

I said, "I really appreciate everything that you have done for me."

Elizabeth looked away for a few seconds and then looked back at me.

"It has been a long week," she said, "I think we should go to bed."

I replied, "Yes, that it has been."

We got off the couch and she said, "I'll be back in a little bit, I just want to put the pie in the refrigerator."

I said, "Okay." 

I had to piss so I walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. I tried not to look at the boxes in the hall but it was hard not to. I went in the bathroom and didn't close the door. I didn't even think about it, because I had never done so in the past. I got in front of the toilet and started to piss. 

Just then Elizabeth walked into the doorway and said, "Oh my!"

I replied, "I am so sorry Elizabeth. I forgot to close the door."

She backed out and said from the hallway with a little laugh, "That is okay. I don't do it myself anymore and it's a hard habit to break." I finished up and washed my hands. I walked out and she was standing there smiling, but I was still embarrassed. She said, "I guess we can sleep in Katie's room tonight," and she walked in the bathroom and closed the door.

I stood there for a second and then I realized what she had just said. She was an attractive woman for her age but she was Katie's mother and after what had happened, I just didn't believe that she wanted me to sleep with her. I didn't know what to do at that point. But after a few more seconds I walked over to Katie's bedroom and turned on the light. There were some boxes in there where Elizabeth had been packing stuff. I went over and sat on the edge of the bed and tried to think about what I was going to do or say. I sat there for a couple of minutes and well I just was so damn lost and lonely at that point that I needed to be with someone.

I was going to start getting undressed but for some reason, something said to light the candles. I stood up and lit the first one with my lighter. At first it didn't seem like it was going to catch but then it did. I lit the other one, turned off the room light and sat back down on the bed. I pulled my shoes and socks off and pushed them under the bed. Elizabeth walked in, looked at me, then without saying a word, she walked over to the chair and started to get undressed with her back turned towards me. I opened my shirt, pulled that off and set it on the bed. She had her blouse off and reached around and unhooked her bra. I opened my pants and slid them and my underwear down at the same time and set those on the bed as well. She took her slacks off, then stood there for a few seconds before she slid her white panties down and stepped out of them. She put her hands down at her sides and slowly turned and faced me.

Her breasts were average in size and they sagged a little but not much. Her nipples were a little larger than Katie's were and she didn't have a lot of pubic hair. Again, I saw Katie standing there, twenty years older.

I said, "You are very beautiful Elizabeth."

She smiled, walked over to the bed, and replied, "Katie always said that you were such a gentleman and such a liar as well." 

Then she leaned forward, placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me a light kiss on the lips. Just like Katie's special kiss. I started shaking a little and it was very hard to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes. She reached over and got my clothes and walked them over to the chair. I stood up and as she walked over I put my arms around her waist and we hugged. We stood there like that for a few seconds. My cock was hard and pushing against her pubes.

She moved her ass a little as she felt it and said, "Oh my!" I laughed a little, then she pulled her head back, looked me in the eye and said, "I have one more thing to ask of you tonight Tony."

I replied, "Okay."

Elizabeth sighed and asked, "I have only been with one man in my life and that was Katie's father. So if I say or do anything, well stupid, just tell me please?"

I smiled and answered, "You will be fine Elizabeth."

"Such a gentleman," she said with a smile and then she pressed her lips against mine.

The kiss was soft and light to start with but then she opened her lips a little and I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened mine and our tongues started dancing. I ran my hands down to her ass cheeks and pushed her closer to me. I started lightly squeezing them as we continued our kiss. I could feel her breathing getting heavier as the passion started to build. We stood like that for a while, then after one more hug, I turned around and pulled down the bed covers. I moved over and let her get on the bed first and I got in along side of her.

We lay there for a few seconds and she asked, "Are we going to pull the covers up?"

I answered, "Only if you want to."

She smiled and replied, "I guess it is a little late to worry about being modest," and she kissed me again with one of those special light kisses.

I placed my hand on her face and kissed her back and again our tongues started dancing. I moved my hand slowly down to her breast and it was soft to the touch. I played with it for a little and then I started gently rolling the nipple around between my fingers. Her hand was moving around on my chest as well. I leaned down, started sucking on her nipple, and my fingertips moved down until they were in her pubes. I stroked in there as I continued to suck at her breast.

"Oh my," she said softly then she slid her hand down to my cock and started lightly touching and playing with it.

I pushed my hand in between her legs and she lifted the one up a little. I played gently with her cunt and clit for a while and I moved my head back up and we kissed. Her breathing was slow but getting heavier as my fingers touched her. I slid my middle finger deep inside of her and moved it around a few times. 

"Oh my!" she said again. 

I pressed my thumb against her clit and moved that as well as the finger that was inside of her. I watched her face as she got close to her orgasm. I kissed her and she started shaking and climaxed very hard. Like they had done when Katie and I had made love, the candles flared up brightly. I slowed my hand down and as she came down from her orgasm, Elizabeth had this look on her face like she was afraid.

I asked softy, "Are you okay?"

Elizabeth smiled and answered, "Yes, at least I think I am. It just never felt like that before that is all." 

I replied, "That happens," and I kissed her.

"Katie told me that those candles were very strange," she said.

"I know," I said, "I'm not sure what is going on with them."

Elizabeth replied, "It still feels like there is some one watching us."

Which was true, that feeling had gotten even stronger since we had gotten into bed.

I answered, "I know," then I started moving my hand a little faster and went back to sucking on her nipple.

Once again she started shaking and then with a loud, "Ohhh!" noise she climaxed again.

This time I didn't stop and a few seconds later she came again. I stopped, pulled my hand away, then I placed my arm on her back and moved back to her lips and we kissed for a long time.

After it ended, I moved my leg between hers and she rolled on her back and opened her legs up. I brought my other leg over hers. She still had my cock in her hand and she guided me to her cunt.

"This I know how to do!" she said with a big smile. She let go of me and I slowly pushed inside of her until I was all the way in. Then she said, "Oh my!" one more time as we joined completely.

I started screwing with slow and long strokes. I knew that I wasn't going to last long, I was so worked up both sexually and emotionally. As I did we alternated between kisses and then lying cheek to cheek.

I said, "I am not going to last too much longer."

Elizabeth replied, "Anytime Tony."

I pressed in tightly and started grinding my pubes against hers. She started to build to a climax and when I felt her get close to the top, I started screwing hard and fast. A few strokes later I pushed in hard and came. The candles flared up very bright and then Elizabeth came as well. I filled her with my sperm and held tightly against her as she shook from the intensity of her orgasm.

Just then that feeling got very strong. I looked at Elizabeth and I knew that she was feeling it also. She also had a very scared look on her face.

My heart started beating very fast, then I heard a familiar sounding voice inside of my head say, "I love you Tony. Forever and ever and ever."

I looked around the room and said, "It is Katie! She is here!"

Elizabeth closed her eyes for a second and said, "Oh my God! It is her. She just talked to me."

I said, "She spoke to me also."

She started crying and called out, "I am so sorry Katie," and then she closed her eyes and shook for a couple of seconds. "Oh my," she said, "She just told me thank you for taking care of you."

I asked, "Katie, why are you here?"

That voice inside my head said, "I have to be Tony, I have to be," and then I got the strangest sensation.

You know that feeling you get when you kiss someone? It was like that but it was very strong and I closed my eyes for a few seconds, it was that intense. 

I opened my eyes and I could feel Elizabeth shaking a little and she said, "Oh my, it was like she just kissed me."

"I just felt the same thing," I replied.

She asked, "Did she tell you why she is still here?"

I answered, "No. Just that she has to be, that is all."

Elizabeth looked at me and asked, "I wonder why she came here?"

I thought for a second and replied, "Katie told me that she always felt safe here in her house. Maybe she had no other place to go."

"I pray that she isn't going to be trapped here forever," Elizabeth said.

I replied, "I don't know Elizabeth, I really don't know."

I got off of her and lay down on my side next to her and she rolled over facing me. I could still feel Katie there but it wasn't as intense as before.

We kissed for a while and she said, "I got so caught up with feeling her that I didn't tell you how wonderful that was Tony. Thank you."

I smiled and replied, "Thank you Elizabeth."

She smiled as well and said, "I really didn't know what to expect but I never thought that it was going to be that nice. I now know why Katie loved you so much."

I said, "Believe me, Katie taught me a lot about making love but she taught me a lot more about being in love," and with that thought I started crying.

Elizabeth started crying as well and we hugged. I felt Katie's presence get stronger again as if she was lying there hugging the both of us. We kissed for a while and Katie either moved away or softened her touch on us because while I could still feel her, it was very lightly.

Elizabeth said, "I should be a lot more tired that I am right now."

I replied, "Yes, I am the same way," and then I asked, "Would you like to make love again?"

"That would be very nice," she said, "But I should go wash off first."

"If you want to but you don't have to do that for me," I replied.

With a look of surprise on her face she said, "Okay," and laughed and added, "I can see that I do have a lot to learn."

"Everyone is different," I said and we started kissing again.

I put my hand on her breast and played with it as we kissed. She moved her hand down to my cock which was still soft but wet and sticky with sperm. It took a while for me to get hard again but her hand felt nice. I started playing with her cunt again like I had before and alternated between kissing her and sucking on her nipple.

As I slid my finger deep inside of her, she laughed a little and said, "That was a lot of baby stuff you put in there."

I didn't say anything, I just kept on fingering her and playing with her clit until she climaxed. 




Katie's Love Ch. 06



"Oh my!" she cried softly and I saw her watching the one candle as it flared up.

My cock got hard but I was in no hurry. I gently played with her until she climaxed two more times. Then I moved over between her legs and like the first time she guided me in. I pushed and started slowly making love to her again.

"This is so nice," she said. After a few minutes I started going faster and her orgasm built as I did. She cried out, "Oh yes!" as she came. I slowed down and resumed the long and gentle screwing motion that I started with and she asked, "You didn't go?"

I answered, "No. I can go whenever I want to this time."

Her eyes got real big and she replied, "Oh my!"

I laughed and said, "Just tell me when you want me to finish."

Elizabeth got even more wide-eyed and asked, "How will I know when it is time?"

I laughed and said, "When you start getting tired or it feels uncomfortable."

"Okay," she answered still with something of an amazed look on her face and added, "I really have a lot to learn!"

I leaned down and kissed her. Again after a few minutes I picked up the tempo and she climaxed again.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Elizabeth answered with a big smile, "I am very okay." We repeated the cycle one more time and she said afterwards, "Go ahead and finish."

I started screwing faster and changed the angle a little so I got a little more sensation. She had another climax and right after she did I pushed in hard and emptied my balls again deep inside of her. Of course the candles flared up high as both of us came then they settled down to a soft glow again. And once again I felt Katie again very strong as we lay there kissing. After a few minutes I got off of Elizabeth and lay down on my side again. She faced me and we lay there, but she had this far away look on her face.

I asked, "Are you alright Elizabeth?"

She shook her head, looked at me and answered, "It is not going to happen but I was just wishing that I could wake up tomorrow and find myself pregnant, that is all. I hope I am not scaring you with that kind of talk."

I replied, "Not at all Elizabeth, not at all."

She looked at me like she was going to say something else, it was almost as if she was struggling to find the words but instead she moved her head over and kissed me.

I said, "I guess it is time to get some sleep."

"Yes," she replied. I reached over, checked to see that the alarm was turned on, and she asked, "What time are we getting up?"

I answered, "The alarm is set for 6:30 AM" 

Elizabeth said, "That is good, I am usually up at 6:00 AM anyway."

I asked "Do I need to turn on the nightlight?"

She smiled and said, "No, I am fine in the dark."

I sat up to blow out the candles but for some reason I called out, "I love you Katie and I always will."

Katie said, "I love you Tony. Forever and ever and ever." and she gave me another one of those kiss things.

I looked down at Elizabeth and she closed her eyes and shook a little.

She opened them and said, "She just told me that she loves me and gave me a kiss."

"She did the same to me," I replied. With that I blew out the candles, then I gave Elizabeth one more kiss and said, "Good night Elizabeth."

She said, "Good night Tony. Sleep well."

I laid down on the bed on my back and she moved closer and put her arm over my chest, just like Katie always did. I lay there for a long while. I came close to crying a few times but I managed to hold it in. Then I noticed that I couldn't feel Katie any more and I wondered if the candles had something to do with all of this. I finally fell asleep but like the nights before, it was restless and full of dreams about Katie.

I didn't hear the radio start playing the next morning but Elizabeth did and she shook me a little and said, "The alarm just went off."

I replied, "I didn't even hear it."

She asked me, "Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," I answered, "But I will be okay. Did you?"

Elizabeth replied, "In a way but not as good as I normally do." She looked around the room and added, "I don't feel her here anymore."

"I noticed that last night after I blew out the candles," I said, "I just don't understand what is going on."

I rolled over on my side facing her. My cock was hard mainly because I had to piss but waking up to a naked woman didn't exactly help the matter either.

She moved close to me, and as she felt it poke her in the pubes she said with a smile, "Oh my."

I laughed and replied, "It always happens in the morning. We can make love again but I have to go to the bathroom first." 

"I do too," she said and kissed me lightly.

She got out of the bed, walked around and out the door. She didn't close the bathroom door because I could hear her pissing and then the toilet flush. When I heard the water in the sink running, I got out of the bed and I waited at the doorway of the bedroom until she walked out.

Elizabeth smiled and said, "I told you that I'm not much for closing the bathroom door myself." 

I went in, pissed, and washed my hands and my cock off a little. I stood there looking in the mirror for a few seconds before I walked back to the bedroom. Elizabeth had pulled down the covers and was lying on her side. I got in along side of her.

She laughed a little and said, "Would you believe that I have never done this in morning before?" I smiled and then kissed her. Our arms went around each other's backs at first but soon they moved downward. She was stroking my cock and I played with her cunt for a while. She said, "I really like this."

"It is nice," I replied.

I didn't bring her to a climax but we kept playing like that for a while. Then I sat up and as I did, she moved to her back and I got on top of her. She brought her legs up and placed my cock at her cunt. I pushed in slowly and once again we started making love. It was slow and easy for a while then I started going faster and faster. My climax built and so did her climax. I got to the top, pushed in hard and as my cock throbbed, she climaxed as well.

"Oh my Tony!" she softly cried out, "Oh my!"

I held in tight as my orgasm finished and we kissed long and deep. I moved off of her and we laid there for a while on our sides kissing.

She said, "Thank you Tony."

"Thank you Elizabeth," I replied.

"Why don't you get your shower while I get breakfast started?" she asked.

I answered, "I will." 

She asked, "How do you like your coffee?

"Black with extra sugar," I replied.

We got off the bed and left the bedroom. She had a small suitcase in the first bedroom which she pulled a housecoat out of and put it on. I went into the bathroom and took my shower. I was standing in front of the mirror and getting ready to shave when she walked in carrying a mug of coffee.

Elizabeth said, "I am going to make pancakes but I am going to shower first."

I replied, "Okay."

She took off her housecoat, got the water running and got in. I shaved and then went back to Katie's bedroom with the coffee mug. I got my clothes off of the chair and pulled my shoes and socks out from under the bed. I looked at the candles for a few seconds as I sat there, and I got my lighter from my pants pocket and lit both of them.

It took a few seconds but then I felt her and heard her say, "I am here Tony."

A hundred questions raced through my mind but I asked, "Why did you have to die Katie?"

She gave me one of those kisses and replied, "It was my time Tony."

I answered, "I don't believe that."

Another kiss and she said, "Forever and ever and ever."

I just sat there quietly for a minute and started to get dressed. I didn't know what to think or even say.

After I was done I softly asked, "Will I see again?"

Again she said, "Forever and ever and ever."

I didn't know what she meant by that at least under these circumstances. 

I stood up and before I blew out the candles I said softly, "I will always love Katie." 

Katie kissed me again and I blew them out. I stood there but I couldn't feel her any more. I got dressed and remembered how good it felt to wake up next to her on a Monday morning and all the fun we would have. I got the coffee cup and walked out into hallway. Elizabeth came out of the first bedroom and she had gotten dressed as well.

She saw the look on my face and asked, "Are you okay Tony?"

I replied, "Yes, there are just so many memories."

"I know," she said.

I got some more coffee and sat at the table while she made breakfast. 

As Elizabeth was cooking she said, "I am going to keep a few of her things. I know those pajama suits were very expensive. Jean got her that pink and white one for Christmas a couple of years ago and that red one for her birthday one year. They will fit me so those I will keep. I am also going to keep that green one you got for her. I don't know that I will wear it but I don't want to give it away either."

I asked, "Why didn't she like wearing green clothes? She never told me."

Elizabeth shook her head a little and answered, "I don't know. That was just her."

"Are you going to keep all of her panties?" I asked.

She laughed and answered, "No. I have plenty of underwear and I like mine on the plain side. I will keep the pantyhose. I'm not sure what I will do with the stockings, it has been years since I wore them." Elizabeth paused and asked, "Katie had a few pairs of pantyhose in there that were a bigger size than she wore. Do you know why?" I really didn't know what to say. I sat there for a few seconds trying to think of an answer and my face got red. "Oh my," she said, "I think I know the answer to that."

I laughed and replied, "It was something that we used to do for fun."

I looked at her and her face was red as well as she said again, "Oh my!" Breakfast was soon done and as we were eating she said, "I am really scared that Katie's ghost or spirit or whatever it is, will be trapped in this house."

I drew in a deep breath and replied, "While you were in the shower I lit the candles and she came to me. I think she is somehow tied to them."

Elizabeth looked at me and said, "Well then you should take them."

I answered, "No. You take them. Keep them safe for now."

She replied, "I will do that," and added, "Tony, I want you to come over to my house for supper next Saturday night."

I thought for a few seconds and said, "Thank you. But I really think I need to spend some time alone, away from work and everything."

She said, "Well then the next Saturday and I will not take no for an answer!"

I laughed and said, "Okay, I will be there."

Elizabeth smiled and said, "And bring a change of clothes because you will be eating breakfast there on Sunday as well."

"I can do that Elizabeth and thank you," I replied.

She said, "I just want to help you get through this."

I answered "I know and I really appreciate that." Breakfast was finished and it was already 8:30 AM. "I have to get going so I have time to stop and get changed," I said.

We got and she walked with me to the door. We kissed as lovers and then she placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me one of those special, "I love you" kisses.

She said, "Be strong Tony, I know that you can be."

I replied, "I will try Elizabeth."

I left and drove up to my apartment. The events of the past night went through my mind over and over again. I could understand a little of why Elizabeth did what she did, but to feel and to hear Katie's spirit, I just didn't know what to think. I said out loud, "Damn it Katie, you are still confusing the hell out of me!" After a few seconds that thought started me crying again.

Monday was a hard day to get through. The word had gotten out from Danny's office about what had happened and I had calls from a lot of the other managers offering their condolences. After the third one I started dreading hearing the phone ring. Not that I didn't appreciate them calling, but it was very hard to keep things together as I talked to them. I did call Danny to thank him for sending the flowers.

After work on Monday I stopped and got some groceries for the week and a case of beer. That night and Tuesday night I wasn't too bad but I cried some and spent most of both evenings sitting in my chair and thinking. Wednesday was Nov 11th. Exactly one year ago Katie had walked into my other store and into my life. I told my assistant around lunchtime that I was going back to the office and that I didn't want to be disturbed. I closed the door and sat there for thirty minutes lightly crying as I remembered seeing her for the first time. 

That evening I had to run down to another one of our stores to pick up some items that we needed to complete some sales we had made. The store was close to where the bar was that Katie and I had always gone and since it was a Wednesday, I knew that Angie would be working. She had become a good friend to both of us and I figured that she needed to know what had happened, if she didn't know already. I knew it was going to be tough either way.

I went into the bar and Angie greeted me with "Hi Tony! Katie isn't here yet but your booth is open."

I replied, "Angie, when you get a few minutes I need to talk to you."

I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew that something was wrong. I went back to the booth and sat down where Katie had always sat.

Angie came back a minute later, sat down across from me, and asked, "What's up?"

I drew in a deep breath and softly said, "Katie is dead."

"What?" she asked loudly.

After another deep breath I told her about the accident and the funeral. She was crying hard and it was taking every bit of control that I had to hold back my own tears.

She got up and said, "I'll be right back." I watched as she went up to the bar and she must have told Pete, who was the owner and the bartender, because he looked at me and starting shaking his head back and forth. I looked away and out towards the door for a little bit. Angie came back with two beers and handed one of them to me. She said quietly, "I don't drink when I am working but I need one."

We toasted to Katie, then sat there for while slowly drinking the beer and talking.

Angie asked, "How are you holding up Tony?"

I said, "Lost Angie. Totally lost. I don't know what I am going to do without her," and she just shook her head a little.

The beers were finished and I told her that I would pay for them, but she said that they were on Pete. She asked me where Katie was buried and I told her. She pulled out her receipt pad, tore one of the pages off and wrote it down on the back. I offered to give her directions but she said that she could find it. Angie folded the receipt in half, tore it across the edge of the table, and on the blank piece she wrote something down and handed it to me. It was a phone number.

She said, "If you ever need to talk to someone, call me anytime."

I replied, "Thank you Angie."

Angie got up off the seat and moved over close to me and softly said, "And if you ever want to come spend the night Tony, call me as well. I know it won't be the same but maybe it will help."

Again I said "Thank you," and as I did, she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead, and walked back to the bar.

I folded the piece of paper, stuck it in my wallet, and after thanking Pete for the beer and saying good-bye to Angie, I left the bar.

I never called her, not that I didn't think about it a few times over the next few months. But I knew that it would be a painful reminder of all the wonderful times that we had at the bar and I just didn't want to have to deal with that.

The next night was the anniversary of the first time that Katie and I had made love. As lonely and cold as the nights of the past week had been, this was the worst. I had a couple of beers but I didn't even feel like drinking. The note that Katie had left for me under the windshield wiper of my car after that first night was still in the glove box. I had gotten that out and had brought it in to the apartment. I sat in my chair quietly for a while, then I got up, got undressed and put on the bathrobe that Katie had gotten for me. I turned on the stereo and got back in the chair and stayed there, just staring at the words that were written on the note in total despair. She had said once, "It's not the quantity, it is the quality that really matters." and while this was true, it still didn't make things any better. I fell asleep in the chair and woke up the next morning still holding the note in my hand.



Katie's Love Ch. 07



Writers Note

Chapter seven is about healing and how someone who had no reason to do so, helped me get through the darkest time of my life. The time period is from the end of November 1981 and runs until June of 1982. I can never thank you enough Elizabeth. 

T

*

Elizabeth called me at the store on Friday and we talked for a while. She wanted to know how I was doing and reminded me that I was going to be her guest the next weekend. Sunday was cloudy and cool, but I still went back up to the State Park with the waterfalls and stayed there for a few hours. The next week passed by quickly but the nights were still very lonely and cold. The beer in my refrigerator seemed to be disappearing about as fast as I could buy it. She called me again on Thursday to give me the directions to her house and to find out what time I would be there.

I got there on Saturday evening at 6:00 PM. She lived in an older two-story house in a small rural town. There was a driveway on the right side that led back to a small garage and she had told me just to pull in there behind her car. 

I walked over to the front door, rang the bell and a minute later, she opened the door and said, "Come in Tony."

I walked in and we had a quick hug and kiss in the hallway. Elizabeth was dressed simply in a yellow blouse and a pair of brown slacks. The kitchen was at the rear of the house, the living room was on the right and there was a dining room on the left. 

We walked back there and she said, "Supper is ready, I just have to get it served," and then asked, "Why don't you open and pour the wine."

I said, "I can do that."

She got the wine out of the refrigerator and a corkscrew out of the one drawer, then handed them to me. The corkscrew looked exactly like the one that Katie had.

Elizabeth saw me looking at it and said, "That is Katie's. Would you believe that I didn't have a corkscrew? We never drank much wine and if we did, it didn't have a cork in it."

I said, "At least it will get used." I was in a funny mood at that point and to be honest I felt a little weird being there. It wasn't that I didn't like Elizabeth, just the opposite. But the pain of Katie's passing was still very strong and to be here in the house were she grew up, just didn't feel right to me, especially for the reasons why I was there. It took a few seconds but then I decided that I would make the best of it. I opened the wine, went out to the dining table, and I asked her, "How much do you want?

Elizabeth answered, "Might as well pour me a full glass," then she laughed and added, "Since I don't have to worry about being a good girl tonight." I filled both glasses and she carried out a pot to the table and said, "I should have asked but I hope you like beef stew."

I replied, "Yes I do."

She went back to the kitchen and brought out some French bread and butter to go with it. We sat down, touched glasses in a silent toast and started eating. Supper was delicious. I ate more than I should have, but after all the fast food and throw together suppers that I had been making for myself the past couple of weeks, it was nice to have a real meal again. We talked the whole time but it was mostly about what had gone on the past two weeks in our lives and nothing about Katie. I had finished off my first glass of wine and had poured myself a second one while we ate. After we were done I asked if she wanted any more wine, as her glass was empty as well.

Elizabeth thought for second and replied, "Just a half." I poured it, emptied the bottle into my glass and she said, "Go make yourself comfortable in the living room while I get things cleaned up."

I said, "Thank you for supper Elizabeth. That was great."

She replied, "I just want you to feel comfortable here and I know that you could use a good meal."

I just smiled and got up and walked over to the living room. The furniture was older but it was in good shape. Katie had always taken pride in how her house looked and I could see where she had gotten that from.

I sat down on the couch and Elizabeth called from the kitchen, "You can turn on the television if you want."

I replied, "Thanks, but I like the quiet."

She answered, "Okay," and I sat there listening to the sound of her washing the dishes.

Elizabeth came into the living room around about ten minutes later and sat down next to me.

I said, "Thank you again, Elizabeth. I am so full and that was delicious."

She asked, "Was that the right wine? I don't know anything about all of that."

I answered, "It was fine."

"Katie was the real expert there," she said and I nodded my head in agreement. She went on, "I don't know if she told you this or not, but her last waitress job was at a fancy restaurant and the owner really liked her. He taught her about wines and a little about cooking as well." Then she laughed and said, "Katie took me there for Mother's Day the year after her father died and I met the owner." She got this funny look on her face and finished with, "He seemed to be the kind of guy that, well likes to go to bed with other men."

I laughed and said, "There are plenty of them out there."

Elizabeth replied, "I asked her about it afterward and she told me that he was like that. And then," she said with another funny look, "She told me that he likes to dress up in women's clothes. Oh my! That is why I kind of looked at you funny when I asked about the other pantyhose in her drawer."

"I am not that type," I said, "It was just something we did for fun."

"I know," she said, "I did keep the stockings. I still have my garter belts and even my girdles. Who knows, maybe some day I will wear them."

I answered, "Stockings do look sexy."

Elizabeth smiled and said, "I'm just an plain and simple girl at heart and I never thought of underwear being sexy. It was just something that you had to wear. But Katie on the other hand liked all that fancy stuff." I started thinking about Katie and my face got sad as I did. "I didn't mean to upset you," she said.

"No Elizabeth," I replied, "You didn't upset me. I just was remembering, that is all."

She reached over, took my hand in her hands, "Memories make us who we are Tony," she said softly. "One day the pain of all of this will pass and you will remember the good times most of all."

I looked at her, then I reached around and we hugged for a long time. I pulled my head back, looked her again in the eye and we kissed. It was gentle but it was still passionate. We sat there for close to an hour quietly alternating between hugs and kisses. 

Finally she said, "Why don't we go upstairs. It will be a lot more comfortable," and she smiled and said, "And I do have to use the bathroom."

I replied, "Yes, so do I," and we got off the couch. 

She said, "The bathroom is at the top of the stairs and my bedroom on the right. I will be right up."

I head up the stairs and went into the bathroom. I didn't close the door, I just went over, lifted the seat and started to piss. When I was finished, I lowered the seat, went to the sink and washed my hands. I turned and Elizabeth was standing there watching me. 

I just smiled and said, "Next!"

She laughed and said, "I will be done in a minute."

I walked over to the bedroom and turned on the light. Like the downstairs the bed and the furniture were older but everything was in good condition. There was a tall dresser, a lower one with a mirror, and in the corner was old wooden chair. Along side of the bed there were nightstands on both sides. One had a clock radio, the other had a small lamp and she had put the candlesticks from Katie's house on them as well. I sat down on the bed and waited for her to come in. Elizabeth walked in and was still dressed. 

Elizabeth said, "I was going to get undressed in there but I just felt a little uncomfortable about walking in here naked," and laughed. 

She walked over to the chair and started unbuttoning her blouse. I unbuttoned my shirt as well and pulled my lighter and pen out of the pocket. 

I looked at the candles and asked her, "Have you lit these since we were down there?"

She answered, "No. I am kind of afraid to and I wanted to wait until you were here." She pulled her blouse off and then reached back and unhooked her bra. She saw me watching her, laughed, and said, "I guess I don't have to be so damn modest now do I?" 

I smiled and I turned around and got the candle that was closest to me. I touched my lighter to the wick and it caught right away. I got up, walked around the bed and did the same to the other candle. As I was doing this, she slid down her slacks and panties and took them off. I walked over the chair and pulled my shirt off, kicked my shoes off, then undid my pants and took them and my underwear off. My socks were the last things added to the pile.

I turned to her and we hugged. She laughed a little when she felt my cock poke her in the pubes. We stood like that for a few seconds and then I felt that same feeling that I had felt down at Katie's house. Gently at first but it got stronger. 

"Oh my God! She is here," I heard Elizabeth say.

"Yes," I replied, "I can feel her." I called out "Katie?"

Katie gave me one of those kisses and said, "I am here Tony."

Elizabeth pulled her head back, looked around the room and said, "Oh my! She just talked to me again," and she shuddered a little and added, "And she kissed me."

I said, "Well at least we know that she isn't trapped in her house."

She replied, "I am having such a hard time with this. She should be in Heaven."

"I know Elizabeth," I answered, "I know."

She looked at me and then we kissed for a while. Katie's presence softened until I could barely feel it. I walked over and turned off the room light. Elizabeth went to the bed, pulled down the covers, got on, and I joined her there.

The night that we had spent together at Katie's house the sex had been simple with touching at first followed by some gentle lovemaking, but I decided that I was going to eat her this night. I played with her for a while and brought her to a couple of climaxes. As they had done before the flames of the candles leaped up high into the room with each of her orgasms. I got up and moved between her legs. I kissed her mouth, then her breasts, and kissed my way down her stomach to her pubes. I licked around the front of them and then worked my tongue down to the top of her slit.

Elizabeth tensed up and said, "Oh my!"

I stopped and asked, "Are you okay?"

She looked at me and replied, "It just that, you know, well, Katie's father never did that."

I said, "If you don't want me to do it, I don't have to."

She laid there looking at me for a few seconds and said, "Oh what the hell, I guess it can't hurt."

I smiled and gently licked my way down to her clit. I took my time but I showed her several times that it was going to be anything but painful, I lowered my head and slid my tongue deep inside her cunt. She tensed up as I did that but soon she relaxed. The taste was familiar but different in it's own way. I got her really worked up and then brought her to another climax while licking and sucking her clit. I kissed my way back up her body until my face was over hers. I felt her reach down and guide my cock to her cunt.

Elizabeth got this strange look on her face and asked, "I guess I have to kiss you now?"

I laughed and said, "If you want Elizabeth, I will go wash my face and mouth out."

She asked, "What do most women do?"

I answered, "They just kiss me."

She smiled and replied, "Oh what the hell," and she pulled me down into a deep kiss. I slid my cock inside of her as we did, then I pulled my head back and she said, "It is not bad. I thought it was going to be worse." I started slowly screwing her and as I did she asked, "Do all women taste the same?"

I answered, "No, everyone is a little different."

She said, "Okay," and then we got caught up in the passion.

Elizabeth climaxed two more times and I filled her with my sperm as she climaxed a third time. With each orgasm the room flooded with light as the candle flames got high and bright as well.

I stayed on top of her for a while and I felt Katie's spirit and from the look on Elizabeth's face, I could tell that she was with her as well. Finally I moved back away from her and took a look at her cunt as my sperm oozed out of it. I was going to lean down and eat her again but I decided that it might be a bit much for her.

She said, "I can feel that it is a real mess down there."

I replied, "It is a beautiful mess."

I leaned forward and lightly kissed her clit before I got along side of her. She let her legs down and rolled over facing me.

She smiled and said, "I guess I'm going to learn a lot of strange things from you."

I replied, "Only if you want to. I will never force you to do anything that you don't want to do," and then we kissed and lay there like that for a while. 

Elizabeth said with a smile, "I have to pee again," and got up and went to the bathroom.

When she came back as she lay down next to me, she said, "I can't believe how much of that baby stuff you put in me." I laughed, kissed her, and then she got a sad look on her face.

I asked, "What is wrong?"

She shook her head and said. "Nothing. Just having a thought, that is all."

We lay like that for a while and then made love again. I ate her and took a long time gently screwing her before filling her with another load of my sperm.

As we lay there afterwards Elizabeth said, "When Katie was a junior in college, she came home on Wednesday for Thanksgiving break. I got off from work an hour early that day because there was an accident down the road and we had no power in the building. I saw Katie's old car in the driveway and Jean's car out front. I knew that she was coming home that day as well. They weren't downstairs so I went upstairs and as I got to the top of the stairs I heard a noise, you know, like someone was having sex?" I laughed and she went on, "The door to Katie's room was open a little so I looked in and they were both naked! Jean was lying on her back on the bed and Katie was on her knees, well, kissing her down there," and Elizabeth pointed in the direction of her pubes. "I was so shocked," she added, "I watched for a few minutes and then I went back down stairs. They came down about an hour later. Katie walked over, gave me a kiss and I was horrified! Katie asked me if I had been there long and I said no, that I had just gotten home. I said hello to Jean and we talked for a while then Jean left."

I asked, "Did you say anything to Katie about it?"

She replied, "At first I wasn't going to but then I told Katie that I had looked in the bedroom. She just smiled and said, "It's just a little girl love Mom, I still like guys too." She asked me not to tell her father but I wasn't going to do that. He would have thrown her out of the house right then and there."

I said, "Probably from what Katie told me about him."

Elizabeth laughed and replied, "She must have told Jean about me peeking in because for the rest of that weekend Jean would give me this look every time that she came over to the house. I don't understand why they would do that but anytime after that when Jean came over and I was around, I just let them go upstairs and left them alone."

I said, "That was nice of you."

She smiled and finished with, "Well at least I knew that she wasn't going to get pregnant!"

I laughed and then we both said good night to Katie. I blew out the candles and we settled down to sleep. The next morning we made love again without lighting the candles and Elizabeth went down stairs and made breakfast while I took a shower.

I stopped by the cemetery after I left that day. Elizabeth had said that Katie's tombstone would be arriving sometime the next week.

That was the start of our relationship. I went there every other weekend and stayed Saturday night. The next weekend when I was there, like the first time, we had supper, spent some time on the couch, and then headed to bed.

I went to the bathroom first and after I came out, she said, "Now go get undressed. I will be in there in a few minutes."

So I went in, lit the candles, and got undressed. Katie came to me as I did and gave me one of her kisses. I pulled down the blankets and top sheet and then lay down on the bed. 

I heard Elizabeth say, "Close your eyes please."

I replied "Okay," and wondered what she was up to.

A few seconds passed and she said, "Okay you can look now."

I opened my eyes and she was standing there naked, except that she had on a pair of stockings and a simple white garter belt that was about four inches wide. 

I smiled and said, "You look very sexy Elizabeth."

She replied, "I am still not sure about this underwear being sexy business." as she got on the bed next to me. 

We kissed and started making love. It was pretty much the same as the last time I was there but feeling the stockings rubbing against my legs as we screwed felt really nice and even Elizabeth thought that it did as well. She didn't wear them every time I was there but once in while she would.

Winter was already starting to make its presence known and it was cold and raw that Sunday as I stopped by the cemetery. Katie's tombstone was made out of pink granite. Besides her name and the dates that she was born and had died on, Elizabeth had them inscribe a long stem rose as well and underneath that were the words, "Forever and ever and ever." I was going to ask Elizabeth about that the next time I was at her house but instead I called her Monday evening from my apartment.

Elizabeth said, "I told you that Katie left me a note about her premonition. That was something she asked me to put on her tombstone. She said that it was her way of telling the whole world how much she loved you Tony." I started crying as I heard this and she finished with, "The rose was my idea after seeing you lay that one on her coffin."

I replied, "Thank you Elizabeth."

Even though a month had passed, the pain inside of me was still very deep and sharp. The next time I was there was the weekend before Christmas and Elizabeth had put up a Christmas tree.

Elizabeth said, "I had a friend from the church get it for me and put it up in the stand. It was very lonely decorating it without Katie being here to help me, so I went upstairs and got the candles and lit them. It was a little nicer being able to feel her with me and," then she laughed a little, "Of course she had a few suggestions to make as to where things should go. I leave the lights on the tree on all night just like I used to do just for her."

By then, the memory of that special night that I had spent with Katie making love under the lights of her Christmas tree and what I had planned for this Christmas, came flooding back into my mind and I started crying. Elizabeth put her arms around my neck and held me tightly until it passed.

Elizabeth had said that I shouldn't worry about getting her anything for Christmas but I did anyway. She told me that in the wintertime, that she wore flannel nightgowns and made a remark about how old and worn the ones she had were getting. So I got her three new ones.

"I told you not to get me anything," she said as I handed her the package. She opened it and pulled them out and said, "Oh my," with a big smile and then, "Thank you Tony."

I replied, "You are welcome Elizabeth."

She went and got two packages out from behind the tree. The first had a white dress shirt and two ties. The other was socks and underwear.

"I am sure that you can use those," she said with a big smile.

That night when we went to bed, she did something that surprised me. I had eaten her for a long time, then I got on top of her and usually she would guide my cock to her cunt with her hand.




Katie's Love Ch. 07



This time she said, "I would like to try something tonight," and got this funny little smile.

I replied, "Okay."

Elizabeth said, "Get on your back, " which I did that and she rolled over on her side. I thought that she was going to get on top of me but instead her hand went down to my cock and she started stroking it. She kissed me and said, "Feel free to tell me if I am doing this wrong."

She sat up, leaned down over my cock, kissed the head, licked it a few times, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. She started slowly moving her mouth up and down on it and after a minutes she said something with my cock still in her mouth but I couldn't understand what she was saying.

I replied, "I didn't understand that."

She lifted her mouth off of my cock, laughed and asked, "Am I doing this right?"

I answered, "You are doing just fine."

Elizabeth replied, "Okay," and went back to sucking me. She wasn't really sucking, she just had her mouth and tongue pressed against it as she moved her head up and down. It felt good but I wasn't real close to cumming. Another few minutes passed and she stopped again, then she looked at me and asked, "What do most women do with, you know, the baby stuff?"

I laughed and answered, "Most women just swallow it. Some will spit it out afterwards, and one girl I was with, as soon she felt me start, would take her mouth off and let it shoot all over my stomach."

She smiled and said, "Well if I am going to hell, I might as well do it right." Just then I got the weirdest feeling from Katie, it was almost like she was standing there giggling. I looked at Elizabeth's face and could tell she had the same feeling. She asked, "What do I have to do to make it happen?"

I said, "When you are ready, start going faster and as you do, suck on it as you move your head up. Also move your hand up and down on it as well."

Elizabeth laughed and said, "Here goes nothing!" 

She did as I told her to and I got really close to coming.

I said, "Faster, faster!" I heard her laugh with my cock still in her mouth and she picked up the pace. I watched her face as the first shot of sperm went into her mouth. She stopped and I said, "Keep going!" She resumed as the next two blasts of sperm came out and kept on going. I said, "Okay, you can stop now."

Elizabeth stopped and lifted her head up. I watched her face as she sat there and then with a big gulp swallowed the load down.

She smiled a little and said, "It didn't taste bad. Not as bad as I thought it was going to be."

I said, "You get used to it."

She replied, "I guess I should go wash my mouth out."

I answered, "You don't have to do it for me."

She looked at me a little amazed but said, "Okay."

Elizabeth got back beside me, I rolled over facing her and we kissed for a while.

I asked, "Just out of curiosity, why did you do that?"

She laughed and answered, "Well after you kissing my parts like that, I decided to do a little reading on the subject. I went down to the library and well, everybody thought I was looking at a book on gardening but I wasn't!" I laughed as she finished with, "I figured that I might as well try it once. I know that you are enough of a gentleman that if I did something stupid that you would tell me nicely."

I laughed and replied, "You did very well for a first time," and it wasn't the last time either.

Elizabeth asked me to go with her to the New Years Eve party. The memorial service was sad and Elizabeth and I weren't the only ones in the room crying as we spoke a little about Katie. Elizabeth offered to drive which was good because I had a little too much to drink that night. We got back to the house and I fell asleep as soon I got in her bed. I woke up the next morning at 11:00 AM. Elizabeth wasn't in the bed but as I was heading to the bathroom to piss, she walked up the stairs.

"Good morning," she called out as I went into the bathroom.

I replied, "Good morning," and then emptied my very full bladder into the toilet. I went back into the bedroom and she was lying there on the bed wearing her housecoat. I said, "I guess I wasn't much fun last night after we got back."

She replied, "That is okay. You had a good time at the party, which was something that you needed. I just got up myself about a half an hour ago. I made some coffee. I can go get you a cup if you want."

I answered, "Maybe later," and I leaned over and kissed her.

After a few minutes I unbuttoned her housecoat which she slid out of and set at the end of the bed. Our lovemaking that morning was simple and sweet. The store wasn't open that day and I stayed at her house until Friday morning and came back again on Saturday night.

That Saturday evening I was lying in bed waiting for her to come in. She walked in and was naked, but instead of getting in the bed with me, she just sat down on the side of it.

I asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Elizabeth answered, "No. I just have something to ask you about."

I replied, "Okay."

She drew in a deep breath and said, "Katie's father and I used to have sex every Saturday night."

"Every Saturday?" I asked

She smiled and answered, "Every Saturday and before we got started," and she paused, "He would spank me. Most times it was with his hand but sometimes he would use his hairbrush."

I was a little surprised that she would tell me this but I said, "Okay."

She replied, "It was a real hard spanking too. I know Katie was into that kind of stuff, when she was a senior in college, she had come home for a weekend and I just happened to walk into her room as she was getting dressed. Her ass was bruised and had all kinds of marks on it. I asked her what had happened and she told me that she liked to be spanked sometimes when she was having sex. I was shocked but what could say?"

I said, "We used to do a little of that."

Elizabeth smiled, shook her head a little and said, "I would like you to spank me tonight."

I answered, "I really don't want to do that to you."

She replied, "I know Tony, but well, it is something that I need."

I thought for a few seconds and said, "If you really want me to Elizabeth, I will."

She leaned down, kissed me and softly asked, "I have my old ruler that I spanked Katie with or should I go get my hairbrush?"

I answered, "No, I will use my hand."

"That is fine," she said and she stood up at the side of the bed.

I swung over, sat on the side of the bed and spread my legs.

Elizabeth looked at me for a second and I pointed to my left leg and said, "Bend over this one."

She laughed and replied, "I used to get over both of his knees but I guess this will work."

She got down and laid her stomach on my knee with her upper body on the bed.

"Move farther on the bed," I said. She moved forward until her legs were touching my thigh. I said, "Bring your right arm up behind your back," which she did.

I took hold of the wrist with my left hand, then I threaded my legs in between her legs and spread them a little.

I heard her laugh and say, "I am really not going to get up and run away."

I replied, "I know, this is just the way that I learned to do this," and I asked her, "How many?"

Elizabeth answered, "As many as you think I need and please Tony, spank me right? I know you care about me but a spanking is a spanking. Save the nice stuff for later."

Again I was surprised, but I said, "I will start with ten first."

She replied, "Okay."

I rubbed her left ass cheek a little, pulled my hand back and gave her a firm slap on that cheek.

Elizabeth said, "I know you can do better than that." I started gently rubbing and playing with her cunt and then I slapped her other cheek a little harder. "That's better," she said. 

I went back to rubbing her cunt and clit. Katie taught me how to do this kind of spanking, she called it her, "Ten and twenty." The ten were given with lots of playing in between and the last twenty was just a good hard spanking. She had even told me that Jean really liked when she did this to her. I kept on spanking and playing. And it weird because each time that I spanked her the candles would get a little brighter, not like they did when we climaxed but still enough to notice. After I had spanked her eight times I started rubbing her clit until she climaxed and when she did, I gave her the last two spanks. The candles flared up very bright then I stopped and waited for her to catch her breath. 

I looked down at her and she looked up at me and said, "That was nice, but I hope you aren't finished."

I answered, "If I do this right, the next twenty are just spanking with no play."

She said, "That is fine. But harder please and remember to make the last two very special."

I was really surprised to hear her say those words and then I realized where Katie had learned that.

"I will do that," I replied and I started to spank her again.

The slaps were harder than before and I waited at least a minute between each one. And again, with each one, the candles got brighter for a brief moment. She was completely relaxed and didn't make a sound as they hit.

After the fifth one she said, "You do like to take your time."

"Would you like me to go faster?" I asked.

Elizabeth answered, "No. This is nice and it gives me time to think in between."

I kept up what I was doing and by the time I got to the tenth one she was making these, "Oh" noises as the slap landed. I knew that her ass had to be getting pretty sore, as it was a bright shade of red. I stopped for a little longer period of time. I turned and looked at her face and her eyes were starting to water. 

I asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

She just shook her head side to side to say no. I started back up again and after the second one she started softly crying. After the eighth one I looked over at her again. 

Elizabeth looked up and said between her sobs, "I know. I have been counting."

I really didn't want to hit her very hard but since it was just with my hand I did hit her harder than I previously had. She tensed up and made a number of sharp, "Oh!" noises before she relaxed. I waited again a while and then gave her the last one just as hard on her other cheek. Again she tensed up and made the same noises. I let go of her arm and got my legs out from in hers. She lay there crying for a long time before she finally stood up. After she did, she looked at me and then after placing her hands on my cheeks, gave me one of those soft kisses.

"Thank you Tony," she said as the tears still flowed down her face.

I answered, "I don't like hurting you."

Elizabeth smiled a little and replied, "The tears aren't from the pain, well at least the pain in my butt." I moved back on the bed and she got on as well. We kissed and touched each other and I fingered her to a few orgasms. I sat up and I was going get between her legs and eat her but she said, "Wait a second." I sat there and she sat up as well. She said, "When I was reading that sex book a couple of weeks ago, I read about where people, you know, kiss each other down there at the same time."

I laughed and replied, "It is called a sixty-nine Elizabeth."

She said, "I saw that but I didn't understand why they would call it that."

I replied, "It doesn't matter but yes we can do if you want."

Elizabeth smiled, leaned forward, and after we kissed she asked, "So how do we do this?"

I answered, "The simplest way is for me to get on my back and for you to get on top of me."

"Okay," she said. 

"And don't be in hurry to make me cum," I said as I lay down on my back. "Take your time."

"I will try," she replied and she climbed on top of me.

I started licking her and she started sucking my cock lightly, but after a minute she stopped.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked

Elizabeth laughed and answered, "It's a good thing you can't see my face because it is as red as my butt is right now. I know you have looked at me before down there but I'm just a little embarrassed."

I replied, "All I see is a very beautiful woman." 

She laughed again and said, "Such a gentleman and this time I know you are lying!"

Elizabeth started sucking me again and I went back to licking her cunt. I had my hands upside as well to spread her lips and I pushed my middle finger into her cunt and as I fingered her, I started licking her clit faster and faster.

I heard her say, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as her orgasm built and then she stopped sucking and cried out, "Oh my!" as she came. 

She went back to sucking me and I pulled my finger out and went back to licking her cunt. Then I pushed my finger back in and gave her another climax. After she had settled down from it a little I resumed eating her cunt. I had never fingered or even touched her asshole prior to this. I placed my finger on it, pressed on it a little and she tensed up a little when I did.

"May I play with you there?" I asked

She took a few seconds before answering, "Oh what the hell, might as well."

"Just relax," I replied which she did.

I pushed my finger in up to the first knuckle and gently played in there as I was still licking her cunt. I pushed in deeper and started slowing fucking her asshole with my finger. From the sounds she was making I could tell that she was enjoying this. I went back to her clit and started licking it hard and fast.

This time she climaxed very hard with a very loud, "Oh my!"

When she was done I said, "You can make me cum any time you want to now."

She started sucking me faster and stroking my cock with her hand as well. I licked her clit again fast and we both climaxed at the same time. We lay there for a minute afterwards, I wiggled the finger that was in her ass one more time and pulled it out. She got off of me, lay down beside me and I rolled over and faced her.

Elizabeth said with a big smile, "I never thought I would do something like that. That was so," and she paused, "Naughty, but it was very nice."

We kissed and lay there talking and kissing for a while before making love again, this time like we usually did with me on top of her.

Every time I was there after that Elizabeth would have me spank her. Most times I used my hand but a few nights she brought in her hairbrush from the bathroom which I used for the last twenty.

The first time she did that she said as she handed it to me, "I need a really good cry tonight Tony," and I helped her to do just that. 

Her ass had some bruises the next morning and I said "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you so hard."

She got up, looked at her ass in the mirror, then got back on the bed and replied, "You do not have to apologize. You gave me what I asked for and besides, I have had a lot worse."

I said, "Okay," and we kissed for a long time.

Elizabeth told me a lot about Katie during those visits and some things about Jean as well.

She said, "Katie and Jean met in kindergarten and from then on they were inseparable. Jean had two sisters and brothers who were older than her and they lived in a house that was smaller than this one, so she spent a lot of time over here." She smiled and finished with, "Jean was here so much that she started calling me Mom which was fine with me. Her mother told me that if she ever got out of line that I was welcome to spank her, which I did do more than a few times. Katie and Jean used to get into a lot of trouble. Nothing real bad, but still trouble. At first I used to blame Jean but I soon realized that Katie was as much as fault as Jean was. They were two peas from the same pod!"

I replied as I laughed, "Katie told me that they used to get into a lot of trouble together."

Elizabeth got a frown on her face as she asked, "I guess you know what Jean does for a living?"

"Yes," I answered.

She shook her head and replied, "I just cannot believe that her family is treating her so badly. Not that I approve of what Jean is doing but, still, she is their daughter. I would have been very upset if Katie was doing that, but I never would have just cut her off like that. Never!"

"How did they find out?" I asked.

Elizabeth answered, "Their family doctor, who is the same one that we use, was in New York for a convention and he saw her sitting at a bar talking to another doctor that he knew. They got up and left and he had his suspicions, so he asked the other doctor about it the next day, then called Jean's mother when he got back. I didn't know about any of this for a couple of years. I asked Katie one time why Jean never came home anymore and that was when she told me. I called Jean's mother and did I give her an earful. She told me to mind my own damn business and that it was Katie's fault that Jean was doing this and that I should check on Katie because she was probably doing the same thing."

"Wow," I said, "that was pretty nasty."

She replied, "I am not a violent person Tony, but I will tell you, that if I had been standing in front of that woman instead of talking to her on the phone, well I would be in jail right now because I would have beat the stuffing's out of her."

"I can understand that Elizabeth," I answered with a big smile.

Elizabeth said, "I got Jean's phone number from Katie and called her. I told her in no uncertain terms what I thought about what she was doing, but I also told her that as far as I was concerned that she was still a second daughter to me and that she would always be welcome in my house. She thanked me, we both had a little cry and then talked for a while longer. Katie's father was still alive at that time and he wasn't real happy that I said that to her. I told him that if he didn't like it, that he was free to be someplace else whenever she was here."

"What did he say about that?" I asked.

She looked at me and answered, "Not much, but the spanking I got that Saturday was very special. My butt was still sore Monday morning."

"That is sad," I replied.

Elizabeth said, "Tony, I didn't regret it then and I don't regret it now. He could have spanked me like that every Saturday for a whole year and it would not have changed my mind one bit. I am not a perfect person and I don't pretend to be one either. But one thing I have always done is listen to what my heart says is the right thing to do even if the rest of world thinks that it isn't.

I looked at her and asked, "Does that include sleeping with me?"

She placed her hands on my cheeks, gave me one of those soft kisses and answered, "Yes it does."

I put my arms around her and we kissed as lovers for a while, then headed up to bed.

Back in December my boss Danny offered me a new position. The company that I worked for was one of the early leaders in the small computer business as we called it back in those days. They were opening stores that were computer only locations. Some were free standing and some were based out of a regular store. There was one opening in Easton and he offered me the manager's job there. Well manager was the title but I was going to be working by myself until the place started generating enough revenue to support other sales people. I had been very successful in selling computers from my stores and Danny felt that this where the real opportunity in the company was. I would start there the beginning of January. It was a little farther drive from the apartment where I was living at the time but it was fairly close to Katie's house. The thought that had Katie been still alive that I could have moved in with her crossed my mind with a great deal of sadness.

The job was tough for the first few months. I was in over my head, having not only to try and make sales but also to learn about things like word-processing, databases, spreadsheets, as well as accounting, which I knew absolutely nothing about. I knew that Danny would cut me a little slack until I got up to speed but at the same time the company was pushing hard to make these locations profitable in a short amount of time. Then in March, Danny left the company. He had always told us that once his company stock was worth a certain amount that he was going to go into business for himself and it happened. The new sales manager and I never got along well but by then I was started to generate enough business that he pretty much left me alone.




Katie's Love Ch. 07



Unlike the regular store manager job, this was a 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM position. I had to work Saturday mornings as well but a lot of times I would stay later in the day while I was teaching myself about all these new things. But I had a lot more free time and well I still wasn't anywhere near being over losing Katie. To be honest, it was still as painful as it had been in the beginning. The visits with Elizabeth helped and so did being near Katie's spirit when I was there, but it wasn't the same has having her with me. A case of sixteen-ounce beers never lasted a week during that period.

One night early in January while I was sitting at the apartment remembering some of the things that we had done, I decided to start writing down everything that had taken place during those wonderful twelve months that we had been together. I just didn't want to lose all of those memories. So the next day I got a notebook, pack of paper, and couple of sets of tabbed dividers. I had still had a date book from 1981 and it had a 1980 calendar in the back as well. I made a page for each weekend or day that we had been together and then every night and free minute of time that I had, I would sit there and work on transferring all my memories of her to paper. A few were in a story format but mostly it was just notes as I remembered them. Some nights were easy to remember, some took a lot of thinking to get things right. If a page got too cluttered I would redo it so that it was more readable. There were a few things that I couldn't remember an exact date as to when they happened and I had a section for those as well. There was a clear plastic pocket on the inside of the front cover and in that I put the business card that Katie had written her home phone number on, the paper with the directions to her house, and the piece of receipt that Angie had written her phone number on.

Sounds like I was obsessed? That I was, but I also found that my mind worked better without having three or four beers to cloud it, so it helped in that respect. I didn't stop drinking but I limited myself to one or two beers a night or one beer and a shot from what was left of the bottles of good Scotch and Bourbon that she had gotten for me.

January 24th was a Sunday and I had been working on the notebook on and off all day. It was also a full moon that night and I could see the moon rising through the kitchen window. I decided to write about that night that Katie and I had made love under a full moon back in August. Even though that was one of the nights that I remembered very clearly, finding the words to describe what had happened wasn't very easy. Around 9:30 PM I was ready to give up and move onto another day when I had a strange feeling. A feeling like someone was watching me. It got very strong and then I knew what it was.

I called out, "Katie?"

She gave me one of those feelings that I can come to know as her kiss, and said in her special way, "I am here Tony, I am here."

I started crying and replied, "I thought that that candles were the only way to call and feel you?"

Katie said, "I have to be there when they are lit but I can be other places when they are not. I have been here every night for you."

I asked, "Why didn't you let me know?"

She answered, "I want you to heal and be strong."

I replied, "I don't ever want to stop loving you."

She said, "You do not have to stop loving me and I know that you never will. But you have to live Tony. You have to live."

Then she touched something in my mind and that fantastic night of making love under a full moon came back as vividly as when it happened. I started writing all of it down and Katie was with me the whole time.

When I was done, I asked her, "How can I call you?"

Katie just said, "Forever and ever and ever," and then she left me or at least I couldn't feel her anymore, but by then I knew what she meant.

I kept working on the notebook for the next month and decided to write down what was happening with Elizabeth as well. But after that night, I did start to crawl out of that hole that I had been living in and started to get my life back together. Katie would visit me without warning or reason, sometimes to talk to me a little, sometimes with just one of her kisses, and once in a while to bring back another memory that I was struggling with.

From the very beginning, Elizabeth encouraged me to start dating again. I knew what we had wasn't going to be permanent but I had really come to appreciate the time that I got to spend with her. Not just because of Katie but because she was such a great person to be with and not just in bed either. 

I never had much luck with meeting women in bars but I started to hang out at one on Friday nights that had a crowd that was around my age. I never did meet any one there but it was someplace to go. There was one girl who worked at the bank where I had an account at that seemed pretty nice. One day she said something about breaking up with her boyfriend so I asked her out. We went out for supper, then went back to her place and started making out on her couch. She didn't want to screw but she let me eat her to a couple of orgasms and gave me a blowjob. But a few days later when I was at the bank she told me that she had made up with her boyfriend so that was the end of that. 

I went out with a few others as well but nothing happened. I started talking to the girl that I had been serious with back in college. We went out for supper a few times and the third night we went back to her apartment and had sex. Like it had been when we were dating before, it was nothing fancy and she went on a guilt trip afterwards about doing it. But we kept talking on the phone once a week and going out occasionally as well.

When I was over at Elizabeth's house the next Saturday, which was the first week in February, I told her about Katie visiting me.

She replied, "I know Tony, she did the same to me. I was sitting at the kitchen table last Saturday morning and was going though some of the paperwork from her estate. I was very sad but she came and cheered me up."

I said, "I wish I understood what was going on with her."

Elizabeth laughed a little and replied, "I can't even begin to tell you Tony how many times over the years that I had that same thought about Katie."

After supper that evening Elizabeth showed me the photo album that had all of her pictures of Katie. From the time she was born until after she had graduated college. I listened as she told me the story behind each and every picture and despite the pain that she was still feeling, I could tell how proud she was of her. One of the last pictures was of Katie standing in front of her house with her arms spread wide and a great big smile on her face.

Elizabeth said, "I took that the day she closed on the house. She was so happy. We both took a few days off of work and cleaned it top to bottom."

I replied, "I know how much she loved her house and it was always clean. You did teach her well in that department."

She laughed and said, "Katie wasn't always like that. There were times that I would cringe whenever I went into her bedroom."

I sat for a few seconds and said, "Do you know what is sad? I don't have a single picture of her. Neither of us had a camera and I never asked her for one."

Elizabeth replied, "Really?" and she pulled an envelope out of the back of the album. She got out a picture of Katie standing outside in a graduation cap and gown. She said, "This was the day that she graduated from college. I had a few extra ones made. I will give you any of the other ones you want. My negatives got ruined last year when a pipe started leaking over the closet where I had them stored but I have plenty of pictures of her."

I took the picture in my hand and said, "No. Those are your memories. This is fine Elizabeth. Thank you so very much."

She replied, "I am glad that I decided to do this tonight. I know you will never forget her but a picture is still nice."

I leaned over, kissed her, then I placed the picture on the end table next to the couch and we went upstairs to bed. I spanked her with my hand and we settled in the bed and kissed and played for a little while. 

I fingered her to a climax and was going to move down and eat her when she asked, "Do you remember me telling you that Katie's father and I had sex every Saturday night?"

"Yes," I answered.

Elizabeth replied, "When it was that time of the month, he didn't want to get all messy doing it in the front so he would," and her face got very red, "Stick it in my butt." The expression on her face was just so funny that I had to laugh a little. She went on, "The first few times it really hurt and my butt was pretty sore for a couple of days so I decided to do a little reading on the subject. Everybody at the library thought I was reading a cooking book but I was reading one of those sex books about how to do it in the butt!" I laughed some more as she finished with, "They said about getting greased up first before you did that and after we started doing it that way, it felt pretty good. At least my butt wasn't sore the next day!"

I said, "Yes, that does help when you are having sex that way."

Her face got red again and she asked, "Would you like to," and she paused and smiled, "Do it in my butt?"

I kissed her and answered, "If you want to do it that is okay with me. I like making love to a woman there."

She sat up and replied, "I will be right back." She got off the bed, walked out the door and she came back a minute later and set a old cloth diaper and a jar of petroleum jelly on the nightstand. Elizabeth lay back down next to me and said with a big smile, "Whenever you are ready, I will grease it up and you can stick it in!"

I said, "I will take care of that." We kissed, played with our fingers some more, then I sat up, she rolled on her stomach and got up on her knees. I opened the jar, stuck in my middle finger and pulled out a glob of the stuff. I pressed it against her asshole and pushed it in. She turned her head back and looked at me with a little bit of surprise. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, that feels good," she replied, "I just thought that you would put some on your thing and push it in. But I guess you know what you are doing so I will be quiet," and she turned her head forward again.

I smiled and worked my finger in and around for a while, then after getting some more of the lube, I went in with both my index and middle finger. Again she looked back at me in surprise, but then she smiled and turned her head back. I got some more, lubed my cock up and wiped my hands on the diaper. I got behind her ass and pressed my cock against it. Just then I felt one of Katie's giggles and Elizabeth did as well because she shook a little.

Elizabeth looked up and out into the room and said, "Katie, you shouldn't be watching me do this!"

I felt another giggle and I heard Katie say, "Not the first time!" and I laughed a little.

Elizabeth asked, "What is so funny back there?"

"Nothing," I answered and added, "I am going to start going in."

She replied, "Okay."

I started to push my cock in her asshole. I went in an inch, stopped, then another inch and stopped. 

I pushed in another inch and I asked her, "Are you alright? Tell me if it hurts at all."

"No," she answered, "It feels really nice." I gently pushed until my cock was completely inside of her ass. "Oh my Tony," she said.

I pulled back out half way and pushed slowly back in. I screwed her ass like that for a while then I started going faster. Her breathing got faster but it didn't seem like she was going to climax so I placed my finger on her clit and started to rub it. 

That was all it took because she came hard with a very loud, "Oh my!"

I moved my finger away and started going slow again, then I said, "Let me know if you start getting sore."

Elizabeth looked back and replied, "This is very nice Tony. It doesn't hurt at all." I screwed her slowly for a few more minutes, then I started going faster and brought her to another climax with my finger on her clit. I slowed down and she said, "The next time you decide to do that go ahead and give me the baby stuff"

It was so cute the way she said that that I laughed and answered, "I will."

She said, "But take your time," and I did.

I slowly and gently screwed her for while and then I pulled my cock back a little farther to where her ass was tighter and started screwing faster. Her breathing got faster and I got close to cumming, I went to finger her clit again, but this time she came without me doing so. I pushed in deep and my cock throbbed and the sperm started pumping out. I stayed deep inside of her as her orgasm subsided.

"Oh my!" she called out, "Oh my!"

I stayed like that for a minute as my cock softened, then I slid it out and said, "I am going to wash off."

She replied, "Okay."

I went to the bathroom, washed and pissed. When I went back to the bedroom Elizabeth was lying on her stomach with her head facing the doorway. I got on the bed, lay down on the bed on my side and started lightly running my hand up and down her back.

Elizabeth smiled and said, "I know that is nasty stuff doing it in the butt and I will probably go to hell for it, but that was very nice. Thank you."

"Thank you for asking me to do it," I replied, "It was very nice for me also."

With a laugh she said, "Oh I call tell that by how much baby stuff you gave me," and she shook her ass a little and added "But it feels nice in there."

She would have the jar of petroleum jelly and the diaper waiting on the nightstand once a month after that when I was there.

That Monday I got a frame for the picture of Katie that Elizabeth had given me. I had put the box with the hairbrush in it on top of my dresser and I placed the picture next to it.

I did ask Elizabeth one night about Katie and the hairbrush. I had spanked Elizabeth for the first time with her hairbrush when I had been there two weeks prior and that got me thinking about it. We had been talking about Katie a little as we sat on the couch after supper.

I asked, "Can you tell me Elizabeth why Katie was so afraid of her father's hairbrush?"

She said, "Honestly Tony, I don't know. She just got to the point where all he had to do was pick it up and she would start crying and shaking. He made that box for it and gave it to her as a gift when she graduated college. I thought she was going to have a heart attack when she opened it. He told her, "I guess I won't be needing it any more." She thanked him and closed the box very quickly. I am really surprised that she kept it and even more surprised that she showed it to you."

I replied, "She asked me to spank her with it a couple of times. I knew that it scared the shit out of her but she never told me why."

Elizabeth said, "I am very surprised that she would have you do that. It was about the same time when she got really afraid of the hairbrush that she started sleeping with the light on in her room. I got up to go to the bathroom one night and I saw that she had her lamp on. I went in, turned it off, and accidentally bumped into her bed. Katie woke up and started screaming. I turned the light back on and she asked me, "Mom, please leave the light on?" I said that I would and the next day I gave her the nightlight that I used in her room when she was a baby. She always had one after that even when she went to college."

"I knew she was afraid of the dark," I said, "But that was something else that she never told me why."

She smiled and said, "Katie was always complicated!"

I laughed and said, "She told me that you called her that." 

For Valentine's Day I got Elizabeth a nice card and a dozen white roses. She had told me that I didn't need to "Fuss about it," using her own words but she was very happy with the flowers nevertheless. I also got a single pink rose for Katie's grave as well.

Through all of this, I really looked forward to each visit with Elizabeth. Making love to her was always a joy, sometimes we would laugh and joke as we played, but most times it was very passionate. But it was also nice to have someone to talk to. There were sad times as we talked about Katie and I did a lot of crying, but there were a lot of nice talks as well, both about Katie and other things as well. She had told me I could see her every weekend but the weekends that I wasn't there gave me a chance to keep putting my life back together. I always stopped by and visited Katie's grave on Sunday after I left her house, even after it had snowed. They would clean the snow off the path around the cemetery but my footprints were usually the only ones that left the path to walk over to the graves. Winter turned into spring and I started going for walks on Sunday afternoons. Once in a while I would go up to our favorite State Park but most of the time I just found someplace local to get out and enjoy the fresh air.

One night in March when I was there, Elizabeth showed me Katie's bedroom. It was small and decorated like she was still in high school or early college. There were stuffed animals and dolls on the bed and dresser tops.

Elizabeth said, "Katie had a favorite doll that she used to sleep with. Even when she came to visit me after she got her house, she would always hold that doll in arms as she went to sleep."

I replied, "I can see her doing that." 

She said, "I told her to take it along with her when she got the house, but she said that it belonged here. Somehow the doll's face got broken on the one side but she never told me how it happened. I told her that I would get her a new one but she wouldn't let me."

I asked, "Which one is it?"

Elizabeth drew in a deep breath and answered, "I gave it to the funeral home to put it in the coffin with her," and she cried a little and I did the same.

Elizabeth's birthday was April 15th, which was the same as Katie's birthday. She didn't want me getting her anything but again I got her a dozen roses and a nice card. She made a small cake that was decorated with Katie's name and a rose made from pink icing. We sang Happy Birthday to Katie and then we both cried for a little while. I sang Happy Birthday to Elizabeth and afterwards as we were sitting on the couch, she told me about Katie's birth.

"She went in July 15th and came out on April 15th," she said, "It should have been the 14th which was Saturday, but we had been out with some friends that night and got home late. It was after midnight until we got done in bed." Then she added, "I was born at 5:36 AM and Katie was born at 5:36 PM."

I replied, "That is a neat coincidence."

Elizabeth got a very sad look to her face and quietly said, "I will be right back." 

She got off the couch, went upstairs, and came back down a few minutes later. As she approached the couch I could see that she had her hand closed around something but I couldn't tell what it was. She sat back down on the couch and reached over with her free hand to lift my hand and turned it so that the palm was facing up. She pressed what she had in her other hand into mine and moved her hand away.

It was a woman's watch that I recognized as Katie's. The face was cracked and the light brown leather band was torn and had dark brown stains on it. The watch had stopped at exactly 5:36.

I started shaking as Elizabeth softly said, "You can keep that if you want."

I closed my fist around it for a few seconds, then I returned it to her hand as I replied, "No. I can't."

She held it in her hand until we went upstairs. She went to Katie's bedroom, came back without the watch and we went into her bedroom where we made love the rest of the night.

When I was there two weeks later, Elizabeth told me that the sale of Katie's house had been completed. Katie had purchased mortgage insurance, so that was already paid off and the house had sold at for a lot more than Katie had purchased it for. Elizabeth wanted to give me some of the money but I refused. There was no way I could do anything like that. The attorney that handled Katie's estate wanted her to sue the trucking company for causing the accident but Elizabeth wanted no part of it. She told him just to settle it out of court. That was done the middle of May and again she offered me some of the money but I told her no. She donated all of that to charity.




Katie's Love Ch. 07



She said, "I don't feel right keeping it and I don't need all of this. I plan on working until it is time to retire. I don't have anything better to do and I like my job and a lot of my friends work there as well."

The last night that Elizabeth and I were together was June 19, 1982. The conversation was light as we ate supper and she seemed to be a really good mood. After the meal was done, I went into her living room, sat down on her couch and waited like I always did while she cleaned up the dishes. She came in and sat down next to me. 

We kissed for a while, then she said, "Tony, I have to tell you something. I have been seeing someone else."

While I was surprised, I wasn't upset and I answered, "That's okay Elizabeth."

Elizabeth leaned forward, kissed me again and said, "His name is Charlie. He's been after me to go out with him for a long time. His wife died from cancer about the same time as my husband passed away. A couple of months ago I said yes and we went out on a few dates. Then a few weeks ago I asked him over for supper on Saturday night and well I'm sure you can figure out what happened," and she started to blush a little. 

I said, "That's okay Elizabeth. We are both adults. You know I have been dating as well."

She went on, "It was nice. He's not very," and she paused and looked at me and smiled, "Skilled, but it was still nice. He knows that someone else has been visiting me and staying the night. We had a little argument about it last Saturday night when he was here for supper. He told me that it wasn't right that I was sleeping with two men at the same time. I told him that I never had two men in my bed at the same time and I wasn't about to start." She paused again and said with another smile, "But now that I think about it." I laughed and she said, "He got kind of huffy about it. I asked him if he thought that I never washed my sheets or took a bath? And if was such a big deal, I'd be happy to keep one of you out of the bedroom until this was sorted out and since he was next on the bedroom list, that he was going to be first on the not going to the bedroom list as well!"

I laughed and said, "I understand completely Elizabeth."

Elizabeth replied, "He finally decided that having some fun that night was a better idea that not having some fun. But," and she looked me in the eye and finished with, "I do think it is time that you found some real happiness in your life."

I said, "Elizabeth, I owe you so much. Being with you has helped me in so many ways, but I know that what you are saying is true. I am glad that you given me as much as you have."

I started to get up off the couch, but she grabbed me and pulled me back down.

"You aren't going anywhere tonight," she said firmly.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't want to cause you any problems with Charlie."

Elizabeth answered, "Let me deal with that."

I said, "Honestly Elizabeth, I don't want to cause any problems," and I started to get up again. She pulled me back down on the couch again, reached down between the cushion she was sitting on and the one at the other end of the couch, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I looked at them. They were the ones that Katie had always used on me. I asked her, "Where did you get those? I looked for them but couldn't find them."

She replied, "They were in the back of the second drawer of panties. If I try hard, I might even still remember where I put the keys!" and she got this wicked looking grin on her face.

I laughed and said, "Okay, I'm not going anywhere."

Elizabeth asked, "And you remember that strap-on thing?"

I answered, "Yes?"

She said, "I found the other piece to it on her closet shelf way in the back. And oh my, it is a big one. I'd be afraid of it going in my front much less in my butt!" She got that wicked grin on her face on her face again, "And seeing how I don't know much about what I'm doing with it, I'm sure it's not going to be fun."

I laughed again and replied, "You win Elizabeth. I will stay the night."

She smiled, reached down in between the cushions again and pulled out a piece of wood that was twelve inches long. "And, I still have my spanking ruler!" 

While she had mentioned it in the past, this was the first time that she had shown it to me. I reached over and took it in my hand. It was heavy for a ruler, two and a half inches wide and a half of an inch thick. The markings and the edges were worn. I placed in down on my lap and pulled her over into a kiss.

Elizabeth said, "I want tonight to be very special."

I answered, "I will do my best."

She replied, "Go upstairs and get ready. I'll be there in a few minutes," and she kissed me again.

I picked up the ruler as I stood up. She watched as I headed down the hallway and up the stairs with the ruler in my hand. I made a quick stop in the bathroom and then walked to her bedroom. I placed the ruler on her nightstand, lit the candles and turned the light off. As always, I felt Katie's presence softly there. I sat there for a while and then I started to get undressed. I was pulling off my socks and still had my underwear on when Elizabeth came in the room. She was already naked and just stood by the side of the bed. I stood up, slid down my underwear, picked them up, gathered the rest of my clothes off her bed and walked them over to the chair. I walked back over to her and we embraced. My cock had been soft up to that point, but feeling her close it got very hard. She pressed even tighter against as she felt it and we kissed for a long time.

After it ended, we moved apart and I walked over to the bed. Even though spanking her had become a regular part of our lovemaking, I wasn't going to it that that night, but Elizabeth had other plans. 

I started to crawl on the bed and she said, "Sit down first." I did and she walked over and pushed my legs apart. She leaned forward and gave me one of those special soft kisses with her hands on my cheeks. She quietly said, "Make every one very special tonight. It has to last me a long time."

I replied, "Elizabeth, I don't want to hurt you tonight."

She looked me in the eye and said, "I need this. I know you love me Tony and you will do the right thing." She paused and finished with, "And I love you too."

Elizabeth bent down over my left knee, rested her upper body on the bed, and brought her right arm up behind her back. I never told her that I loved her but the feelings were still there.

I took her wrist in my left hand, threaded my legs into hers and opened them. I sat there for minute or so just lightly stroking her back and ass cheeks. I lifted my hand up and slapped her hard on her right ass cheek. She jumped a little as she felt it but she didn't make a sound. I placed my hand between her legs and gently played with her cunt and her clit. The second slap, which was just as hard, landed on her left cheek and again, there was no sound from her. I resumed touching and stoking in the wetness that was growing between her legs. This went on for six more hard slaps, then I placed a finger on her clit and brought her to a climax. She tensed up and let out a loud sigh as it hit her. I finished with two lighter slaps to her ass as the orgasm finished. I waited for a little while for her breathing to settle down. I looked at her face and she wasn't crying.

She asked softly, "Please Tony, make it right?"

I started spanking her a lot harder and like I always did, I waited a long time in between each slap. She started making these quiet "Oh" noises and I could tell that she was fighting hard to hold back her tears but she started crying by the time I got to the tenth one. I stopped, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She didn't say anything, she just lay there breathing slow and deep breaths as she sobbed. Usually the flames of the candles would be dancing and jumping with each spank, but tonight it was different. They stood still and were not burning all that bright. I knew that Katie could sense what was happening here although I wasn't really sure that I knew what it was. I started in on the last ten spanks. The noises she was making got sharper and her crying got harder. I kept going until I reached the ninth one.

"The last two," I said softly.

She said in between her sobs and crying, "Don't hold back."

I sat there for a few more seconds. I pulled my hand back and delivered a very hard slap to her already sore right ass cheek. Elizabeth let out a shriek of pain then went back to her sobbing. I really hated doing this to her, but one more and it was done. I took in a deep breath and slapped her left cheek just as hard. She let out another shriek of pain and the crying intensified. I let go of her arm and pulled my legs out of hers. After I helped her to her feet, I stood up as well, wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. She let out a wail and started crying hard. It was long and deep just like that night on Katie's couch.

Finally I heard her softly say, "Thank you Tony."

I pulled my head back away from hers and gave her a gentle kiss. I turned, reached over to the nightstand and picked up the ruler.

After I placed it in her hand, I told her, "Make this special for me. It has to last me a long time as well."

It took Elizabeth a few seconds to realize what I was asking her to do. 

She got a scared look on her face and asked, "How many?"

"As many as you think I need," I softly replied and added, "And Elizabeth, it's not the quantity, it is the quality that really matters."

I was too heavy to get over her knee and I knew that her ass was too sore for that anyway. I turned around and knelt on the side of the bed. After I lowered my chest to the mattress, I placed my hands in between my knees and then lowered my ass as far as it could go.

Elizabeth stood there sobbing for a few more seconds, then I felt the first crack of the ruler on my ass, quickly followed by a second and then a third.

I said, "Stop."

She asked, "Too hard?"

I said, "No, not hard enough, but go slow. Take your time. I need to feel every one."

I heard her breathing heavily then the ruler laid a strip of fire across my ass. I counted the stokes in my head and when she got to ten, Elizabeth stopped for a while. I lay there quietly breathing deep and slow breaths. The flames of the candles got very dim to the point where the room was almost completely dark. Without making a sound, she resumed hitting me with the ruler. The whole time she was hitting on or close to the same spot on my ass and it was hurting like all hell, but I didn't care and after ten more spanks, she stopped again. 

I could hear her crying softly as she asked, "Are you okay?"

I said, "I am fine Elizabeth."

But the pain was intense and I was fighting hard to hold back my own tears. She started spanking me again and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I started crying and it got harder with each touch of the ruler.

She was crying harder as well, then I heard her say, "The last two."

I asked her, "Don't hold back, please, don't hold back."

Elizabeth took a couple of deep breaths and then my ass exploded with pain.

I let out a sharp, "Fuck!" and I jerked forward. After a few seconds I moved back in place and I heard Elizabeth crying harder and then again, fire ripped across my ass cheeks. I screamed, "Fuck! Fuck!" and then straightened out flat on the bed.

I heard the ruler fall to the floor and Elizabeth cry out, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" I pulled my arms out from underneath my body and pushed myself up on my knees again. My whole body was shaking as I slowly got off the bed. She said, "I'm sorry Tony. I hit you too hard."

I placed my arms around her neck and said, "No, you didn't. Thank you"

She put her arms around my waist and we both stood there crying again for a long time. Katie wrapped her spirit around both of us as we cried not so much from the pain of the spankings but from the pain that still deep in our hearts. At the time I didn't understand why she or I did that and it was a long time before I would. That how we were trying to somehow find relief from the emotional pain of Katie's death in the physical pain. But the healing would take a lot longer than that.

After a while we moved to bed and began to make love. I felt Katie kiss me, but then she moved away. It was a long and slow dance. I brought her to climax after climax as I first touched and then licked the soft wetness of her cunt. As we started, the candles got brighter and each time Elizabeth came, they would flare up and dance all around. I carefully got on top of her and she reached down and guided me to the entrance to her cunt. I looked her in the eye as I slowly buried it as far as it would go. As our pubes pressed tightly together, she pulled me down into a kiss. I started making love to her slowly and deeply. My balls were ready to explode from the passion and the fire in my ass but I held back. She would start building to a climax, I would move faster until she did, and then would back to my slow screwing. Each time as her passion erupted, the flames of the candles did the same. Then I felt Katie's spirit, stronger than it ever been before and from the look on Elizabeth's face I could tell that she was feeling her as well. 

As I felt her building to another climax, this time she pulled my head down along side of her head and asked, "Tony, please make me pregnant? Please?" 

I knew that it wasn't going to happen but that was how intense the feelings at that moment.

I answered softly, "I will Elizabeth."

I started thrusting faster and feeling that it was close I buried in deep as the first shot of sperm left my cock. I came harder than I had done in a long time and as Elizabeth felt it she pushed hard against me and she climaxed as well. The candles flared up so high that I thought they were going to burn the ceiling and the room was unbelievably bright. I let loose with two more hard blasts of cum and then held myself against as her climax kept going. She started crying again and I did the same, the feelings were that powerful.

We lay together for a long time. Finally Katie's spirit moved away from us and the flames of the candles lowered as well. I got off of her and carefully lay down on my side next to her. I was trying not to hit the sore area of my ass but I caught the end of it and winced a little as I did. Elizabeth rolled over on her side facing me at the same time and saw the look of pain my eyes. She just shook her head a little.

We embraced and as we lay there I heard her say, "If only I was twenty years younger."

"I know Elizabeth, "I replied, "I know."

The mood lightened after a while and we talked softly. I made a bathroom trip, she did the same, and when she came back she had the jar of petroleum jelly and the old diaper in her hand. 

I smiled as she said "One for the road," with her own smile as she got back in the bed. We played for a while with our fingers and even went into a sixty-nine with her on top of me. After I lubed her ass and was ready to push in with my cock, Elizabeth looked back at me and asked, "Tony, make it last a long time?" Which is what I did. I never screwed her ass for more than five or ten minutes at the most and I had always let her tell me when she wanted me to finish. This night I was inside of her for twenty-five minutes before she said, "Anytime you are ready," and I went faster and faster until I filled her ass with sperm.

Like I always did after having anal sex, I went and washed my cock and hands off in the bathroom. When I came back to the bedroom, Elizabeth was still up on her knees resting her head on her arms. I got the old diaper and wiped the little bit of my sperm that had leaked out and the petroleum jelly off of her ass.

I said softly, "Good night Katie," as I walked over to the other nightstand and blew out the candle. 

Katie gave me a kiss and said, "All will be well, Tony. All will be well." 

I got back on the bed and Elizabeth stretched out on her stomach. I turned and blew out the other candle and lay down next to her on my side. My ass still burned from the spanking that she had given me.

"What are we going to do about the candles?" she asked.

I thought for a few seconds and answered, "I will take one and you can keep the other. I don't understand the connection between them and Katie, but at least this way both of us can call her when we feel the need to."

Elizabeth said, "That is a good idea." 

Since the weather had gotten warmer, we had only been sleeping with just a sheet on top of us and I reached down and pulled that up. She rolled over facing me and we kissed for long time before falling asleep.

The next morning we made love again for a long time. Slow and easy but it was just as passionate as it had been the night before. When it was done and as I lay on top of her with my cock still inside of her, she pulled my head down along side of her head and started crying a little. I hugged her as best as I could from that position but I didn't say anything. I knew what she was feeling at that moment and to be honest I was feeling the same. But she was right and it was time for me to move on with my life. 

After that the mood got lighter and a little later that morning we took our first and only shower together.

We had a lot of fun in there and Elizabeth said afterwards, "You should have said something about doing this before!" She even went and took a piss while I was in the bathroom which was also a first with the comment, "Too late for being modest now!"

We both got dressed and I brought the one candle downstairs with me. My ass was still sore from the night before and would be for another day. As Elizabeth was making breakfast for us, we talked some more.

Elizabeth said, "You know Tony, as much I really enjoy all the fun upstairs, I think I am going to miss talking to you the most."

I replied, "You can always call me."

"I know," she answered, "But I think that it will be hard for both of us." I said, "So write me a letter. Once a month is fine and just let me know how you are doing and I will do the same."

She looked over at me and replied, "I like that idea. I really enjoy getting a letter from a friend and I don't have too many people to write to these days."

I asked, "What are you going to do with the handcuffs?"

She answered, "They were a gift to Katie from Jean so I was going to send them back to her."

"Really?" I asked, "I didn't know that."

Elizabeth moved the pan off of the burner and walked out to the living room and came back with the handcuffs.

She pointed to the inside of the one cuff and said, "It is very hard to read because it is so small."

She handed them to me, went back to making breakfast, and I looked closely at where she had pointed and engraved were the words, "Always use these with my love. Jean."

"I never saw that before," I said and then without thinking added, "And we used these a lot."

Elizabeth turned and looked at me with a look of surprise and I realized what I had said.

"That is okay," she said, "I am sure that it was always fun," and she smiled.

I sat quietly for a few seconds and then replied, "Go ahead and send them back to Jean. I am sure she will appreciate you doing that." 

"Have you called her yet?" Elizabeth asked.

"No," I answered, "I'm not sure where I put her card and I don't even know what we would talk about."

She replied, "Okay."

We ate breakfast with just some light conversation. I wrote down the address of the store that I was working at for her to send her letters to and afterwards we had one long last passionate kiss.

Elizabeth said, "I am not going to say good-bye and I don't want to hear that from you either."

I said, "Thank you Elizabeth for everything."

Elizabeth answered, "Thank you Tony for all the love that you have given me."




Katie's Love Ch. 07



She placed her hands on my cheeks and with tears forming in both of our eyes, she gently kissed me on the lips.

I left and went over to the cemetery. I was there for a long time and then I drove up to the State Park with the waterfalls. Katie's spirit came to me there and I stayed there until sunset.

Many years would pass before I would go back to that State Park again.



Katie's Love Ch. 08



Writers Note

This is the eighth chapter in my story about a very special girl whom I loved and then lost. But the story isn't over by any stretch. This is a long chapter, but it covers a long period of time, starting in July of 1982 and ending up in 1998 with most of the story dealing with one night back in 1996. I do appreciate the comments. 

T



Two weeks after Elizabeth and I had ended our relationship I got the first letter from her. While it was short, it was still nice to hear from her.

She wrote, "Charlie was glad to hear that I am not seeing you any more. Little does he know how hard he is going to have to work to prove to me that I made the right decision. But I am sure he will figure it out."

A couple of weeks after that I was going through my desk drawer at the store. I had a lot of business cards in there that were mostly dead end sales leads and I was looking for one of those. I had gotten some information that I thought might help me close a deal with him. As I went through the mess in there, I found the card that Jean had given to me at Katie's funeral. How it got in the desk drawer, I didn't have a clue. When I transferred to the store where I was selling computers at, I had brought off the stuff from my desk at the other store and just dumped it in there so it must have been in there. I set it aside on my desk and continued to look for the other one, which I didn't find. It was early in the morning and the store wasn't open yet.

I looked at her card for a while and I wasn't sure that I even wanted to talk to her. I had very mixed feelings about Jean. Katie had never told me what had happened that night that Jean came to visit her but I had a feeling that whatever did take place had been pretty intense. But on the other hand, she did know Katie better than anyone else, even Elizabeth, so finally I decided to call.

The phone was answered "Hello," by a girl with a very thick New York accent.

"Jean?" I asked.

"This is not Jean," the voice on the other end said. "Are you a current client?" she asked.

""No," I said, "Jean gave me her card and told me to call her."

"Yeah, I only hear that a couple of hundred times a week," she said very sarcastically. "This is her private line. You have to call the main number and go through the screening process before she will even consider talking to you."

"What the fuck is this?" I thought to myself. I said, "Look, I don't have all damn day to screw around here. She told me to call her and I'm calling her." I gave the secretary my phone number and finished with, "Just tell her that Katie's Tony called and if she wants to call me back that is fine!" 

I was ready to hang up the phone when she yelled, "Wait! Who did you say you were?"

I repeated, "Katie's Tony."

Her tone of voice changed immediately. "I am so sorry," she said then asked, "Please don't get me in trouble?"

"I won't," I replied somewhat confused.

She said, "Thank you. Now hold on and don't hang up." This was kind of a interesting turn of things. She got back on the line and asked, "Can you give me your number again? Jean is on another call and will get back to you in five minutes."

I gave it to her, hung up and five minutes later my phone rang.

I answered it and a woman's voice said, "I was beginning to think that you were never going to call."

I said, "I never really thought about it Jean, but I found your business card in my desk drawer and figured that it couldn't hurt."

She asked, "I hope my secretary didn't give you too hard of a time?"

I replied, "She was just doing her job. It just surprised me how her tone of voice changed when I said Katie's Tony."

Jean laughed and said, "Katie is the word there. Not that too many people would be calling about her, but my secretary has instructions that no matter what I doing that if someone mentions her name, that I get the call."

"I understand," I said.

"I heard that you and Elizabeth have been quite the thing," she remarked.

I laughed and said, "Small town gossip sure travels far these days."

She laughed as well and replied, "No, she sent me a package a few weeks ago. I called her to thank her for it and we talked for a long time."

"Katie's handcuffs," I said and added, "I'm sure she told you that it's over now." 

"Yes," she replied, "But I agree with her that it was time for you to move on."

I answered, "I know, but I do miss her. Being with her helped me a hell of a lot and honestly, I'm not sure what I would have done if she hadn't been around."

Jean said, "Please don't tell her that I told you this, but you helped her a lot more than I think you realize. She told me the exact same thing as you just did. Are you seeing anyone else?"

I said, "I have dated a few times and been seeing a girl that I was serious with in college. We had a lot of problems back then and while they haven't come up yet, I'm sure they will still come around. I don't think I will ever find another Katie."

Jean was quiet for a few seconds then she asked, "Did Katie ever tell you how we met?"

"No," I answered, "She just said that you two had been friends for a long time. Elizabeth told me that you had met in kindergarten."

She said, "It was the very first day Tony. Katie walked up to me and said, "Hi! I'm Katie and I want to be your friend!" You might think it's strange that I would remember that, but that is how Katie always greeted me after that. It was our special thing."

"That does sound like Katie," I said.

Jean asked, "And you?"

I answered, "I am sure that you know that she bought her stereo off of me and the next day she came back in the store and asked me out for a drink."

Jean laughed and replied, "That is the point I'm trying to make Tony. We didn't find her, Katie found us. You can look for the next ten years and sleep with a different woman every night and you never find her again. She was that special."

I heard her start crying a little and that started me off as well.

"Damn it Jean, I don't want to start the day off like this," I said.

Jean replied, "I do have get going in a minute, but do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes," I said.

She said, "I'm not telling you to settle for second best Tony. But remember that any happiness is a lot better than no happiness. Is this a good number to call you at?"

I replied, "Yes, best time is around now."

She finished with, "Good. Take care of yourself and I mean that sincerely," and she hung up the phone.

Needless to say, that phone call had been nothing like I had been expecting, and it was the beginning of a friendship that still goes on. In all honesty, it did take some time for me to get over my initial feelings about Jean but after a few months they went away. She would call once at month to start, then it was every other week and after a year she called me every week. Six months after we first had talked, the letters started as well. Not very often but once in a while I would get one from her. I never asked how she got my work address but by then I realized that if Jean wanted something, Jean would do anything to get it. Jean made no attempt to hide the fact that she was in demand as a call girl, a Dominatrix, as well as porn film star, although a year after we started talking she told me that she was done with being a prostitute and after a few more years, she stopped acting as well. Her company made porn films and sold sex toys, but she was also very active with investing in areas like real estate and the stock market, and she was doing very good. In the letters we talked about Katie a little, but the phone calls for the most part were nothing really heavy, just mostly about what was going on with our work and lives. Although I did notice that Jean would get upset anytime the subject of Katie's death came around. I couldn't tell for sure but it seemed like she was angry with her for dying.

Jean just happened to call me on October 26, 1982. We talked about the usual things for a while, then I said, "Today is the one year anniversary of when Katie got her premonition." Jean didn't say anything for a while and I asked, "Are you still there?" 

Her voice was real shaky sounding as she answered, "I didn't know about that."

I said, "She left me a note about it in the box that had her father's hairbrush. I thought she would have at least told you about it."

She replied, "Oh my God, I got a letter from her on Friday before the accident. Since we talked on the phone every week I thought it was a little strange at the time. She wrote about some of the good times that we had together and how she still loved me in a very special way." Jean started crying and finished with, "I was going to ask her about it the next time we talked on the phone but," and her voice trailed off.

"I guess that was her way of saying good bye Jean," I said softly.

"Damn it to hell!" Jean yelled, "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

I said, "I am sorry Jean, I didn't mean to upset you. I thought that you knew about this."

She replied, "It is not your fault Tony. Fuck! I have to get going. I will talk to you soon," and hung up the phone.

I was pretty upset as well, but a few days later I got a short letter from her apologizing for the way that she had acted on the phone. Needless to say, it was a very long time before the subject ever came up again.

The letters continued from Elizabeth as well. At first they were short, but she soon got in the habit of starting the next one soon after she had mailed the previous one and would keep adding to it during the month. Mostly they were about day to day life happenings but we talked about other things as well. 

November 3, 1982 was the first anniversary of Katie's death and it fell on a Wednesday that year. The weather was cool with a little drizzle. I took a long lunch break, picked up a single pink rose on the way, and I left that on the front of her tombstone. I hadn't been there since the last weekend at Elizabeth's house, but the feeling of emptiness still lingered inside of me as I stood at her grave. The next year when I was there on November 3rd, there was a thin but tall glass vase with some water in it sitting on the base of the stone. I knew that Elizabeth must have left it there for me. I placed the rose in there and every year afterwards, the vase was always waiting for me. I also stopped and visited her grave a few times during the year if I was close to the area.

Elizabeth wrote about the vase, "When I saw that rose on the grave the first year, I knew that you had been there but I never doubted that you wouldn't come back on that day. I just felt that it was a little nicer. I will go back over in a few weeks and get it before winter sets in.

Her letters were always a joy to read. She could be so funny at times. 

A year after we parted that she wrote, "Charlie has been pretty nice to me, so I decided the other night to do something special for him. We went to bed and played for a little bit, then I sat up, leaned down and started to well, you know, kiss his thing. He was really surprised that I would do that and I asked him if should I stop. He told me that if I kept that up for too long, well you know what's going to happen. I told him that I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. He said okay and I went back to work. It didn't take too much time and his baby stuff didn't taste bad, then I lay down next to him and asked if he was going to kiss me. He got this weird look on his face but finally he gave me a little peck on lips. I asked him if he liked me doing that and he said yes, that was very nice. I said, well if you ever want me to do it again, you had better think long and hard about this next kiss. It took him a few minutes but he finally gave in and kissed me good and proper. After he was done, I said to him now that wasn't so damn bad, was it? He made a funny face but he said no. I said and I won't say a word about it to your fishing buddies. The look he got on his face was just special. I laughed for a good five minutes!"

I did ask her if she ever asked him to spank her.

She wrote back, "No, I know he wouldn't. I'm just going to keep those memories as they are. Not that I couldn't use a good one every now and then! And I know you will ask sooner or later but not in the butt either. He isn't interested in that. But that's okay. Things are good so I'll enjoy what I'm getting."

I slowly moved on with my life. I started getting better at selling computers and even had another sales representative working for me. The end of that year I got transferred back to Stroudsburg to open a computer center in that store. It was tough again for the first few months but things picked up.

I started seeing my girlfriend from college more and more after things ended with Elizabeth. The sex was okay but it just basic sex. She never much liked when I ate her and she never would suck my cock, plus she wasn't on the pill and I had to use a condom. But we had enough other mutual interests and didn't fight at all. We did talk about whom we had been dating since college and I told her a little about Katie and the accident. She thought it was very sad, but we never talked about her after that.

Her apartment lease was up the end of September in 1982 and we decided to get a place together. The place where I was living was too small for two people so I gave them my notice as well. After we got moved, she went on the pill, which made sex a little better. It was fairly regular, four or five times a week, so that made up for the lack of variety. When I moved out of my apartment, I brought my notebook, the candle, the box with the hairbrush, and Katie's picture down to my office. I just felt that it was best to keep that part of my life separate. I proposed to her that Christmas and we got married the following spring. Seemed like the right thing to do at the time. We bought a small house in her hometown which was close enough to where she worked and central enough to most of the places that I could get transferred to. Our first son was born and the second came along eighteen months later.

Once a month when no one else was at the store in the morning, I would light the candle for a few minutes to feel Katie's spirit with me and to talk to her a little. But sometimes she would come to me at the office without me lighting the candle, especially if I was having a bad day, just to cheer me up a little.

About the same time that my wife and I moved in together, Charlie moved in with Elizabeth as well.

She wrote, "He wanted me to move in with him, but I will be damned if I am going to have my life stored in a few boxes in his attic. I told him that if he wanted to move in with me, that was fine. If he wanted things to stay as they are, that was fine with me as well although I did tell him he had better call first before he came over, just in case I had company that night. He got the point real quick like! But it is nice having him here and he likes to have fun sometimes two or three nights a week."

They got married a week before I did. I had sent her an invitation to our wedding but she declined.

In her letter she said, "As much as I would love to be there, Charlie still has this thing about you and besides, you don't need any sadness on that day. We aren't having a real big wedding and the honeymoon is going to be at my house," but she did send a card and a check to us as a wedding present.

I worked under a succession of district sales managers after Danny quit. They were all trying to make a name for themselves and there was pretty good turnover among center managers. I got promoted to manage two freestanding computer centers in one year and the second one was one of the bigger ones in terms of sales volume in the district. Things were starting to settle in when at 4:00 PM on December 24th of that year I caught a call from the sales manager to meet him at a store in Harrisburg that was at the very end of our district and a two hour drive from the house on Dec 26th at 8:30 AM. I was not happy about that at all. But was he was a real bastard and I didn't have the option to turn the place down. While was as big as the one I was running and had the potential to be even bigger, I did not want to move and as it turned out neither did my wife. 

I lived in an apartment for nine months and came home on the weekends. We bought a house down there and moved down. At first things were okay. I spent weekends and evenings on remodeling projects, cutting the lawn, planting gardens, and I would even take a week of vacation to do work around the house. There was a wood stove in the house and I spent a lot of time cutting, hauling, and splitting firewood. I did a lot of the cooking as well. When the boys started school they got involved with an elementary wrestling program and I helped out as a coach. I did everything that I possibly could do, to be a good husband and father.

But after a year my wife started getting increasingly homesick. I didn't understand why at the time, although I do now. The fights started and our sex life went from a couple of times a week to a couple of times a month. She would blame the pill for her moods and go off it for a few months, then go back on it again. Her moods weren't because of the pill, I know that now as well. During the off periods we were using or should I say I was using a combination of the rhythm method and withdrawal. One time I made a slight miscalculation on my part about the timing of the rhythm method and nine months later our daughter was born. My wife was in a better mood during the pregnancy and the sex got better and more regular for a while. She stayed that way for about six months after our daughter was born, but then the craziness started back up, this time even worse. Most nights she would head for the bed around 9:00 PM and leave me to watch TV or work on another of the never-ending home remodeling projects.

And yes, I still thought about Katie and I kept the candle hidden in my office along with the hairbrush and my notebook as well. I had a girl working for me that was in charge of the retail sales at our center. She had been through some rough times in her life and was understanding about my need to just close the office door every so often and not be bothered for a while. I never once put up a Christmas tree without thinking about Katie and that special night that we spent making love by the light of her Christmas tree and I still do to this very day. The same was true when the full moon would rise high in the sky on a warm summer night. We lived out in the country and had a few acres of land. After my wife would fall asleep I would walk back down in the one field and just stand there enjoying the moonlight and the memories of that magical night. But Katie never made her presence known to me during those nights. She stayed away from my house and my life there. I never once missed making the trip to the cemetery on November 3rd to place a pink rose in the vase that was always waiting on her tombstone and if I happened to be traveling in that area on business, I would stop there for a few minutes as well.

The company I worked for went through some major changes in their computer sales division. Even though I had done very well there for a couple of years, sales had declined sharply the last year. Not only at my location, but pretty much across the country. The lease on my center was up in June of 1990 and the company decided not to renew it. I could have transferred someplace else but by then I had enough of the corporate bullshit. I went out on my own and started my own computer consulting company. My former employer was closing a number of computer centers at the same time and since there was big surplus of office furniture that they had no use for, I was allowed to take a couple of desks, chairs and a filing cabinet. I rented a small office in Camp Hill and started working.




Katie's Love Ch. 08



Business was slow at first, but after a couple of months I was able to generate enough money to pay for our medical insurance and take a small salary. My wife worked as well and while she bitched about how much I was making, between the two of us, we made enough money to live on. The bills were paid, the cars ran, and there was always food on the table. But that wasn't good enough for her. Things got worse and worse. Sometimes she would be okay, sometimes she would bitch for days on end, and sometimes she would meltdown into a fit of depression that would last for days as well. I told her to get help but I got told to shove that idea up my ass. Everything that went wrong was my fault. She got a flat tire on the way to work one day after she hit a pothole and it was my fault because if I had been making enough money, then she wouldn't have had to go to work and wouldn't have gotten a flat tire! That is what I had to deal with day after day.

My wife had an aunt who lived in New Jersey that used to have a family picnic every August. My wife had one of her meltdowns while we were there in 1991. Her parents had a lot of property and her mother offered us some land to build a house on. My wife said that things would get better and I figured that if it helped, why not? Of course her father wasn't all that keen on the idea and it took three years for us to finally get the land and another year for us to sell our house so we had the money to build with. Of course all of this really added to the stress of the marriage as well.

It was during this period that two things happened that are related to this story. The first one happened in March of 1992. One of the clients I was working for was located four hours away from where we lived. I would go up there, spend a night or two at a motel, and take care of whatever work needed to be done. I had been away for two nights and got back to the house late. The kids were already asleep and my wife was in bed reading a book. I went into our bathroom to piss and when I finished, I noticed that my bathrobe was missing. The bathrobe that Katie had given to me as an anniversary present. I went out to the laundry room and it wasn't there. I went back to the bedroom and asked my wife where it was.

She said, "It got messed up."

I asked her, "What happened?"

She answered, "It got messed up," again.

I was getting pissed and asked again, "Where is it?"

She ignored me for a while and then replied, "In the trash."

"What?" I screamed.

I turned on the outside lights and went over to where we kept the trashcan. The first bag at the top of the can was just trash. I felt the second bag and whatever was in there felt soft. I pulled it out and took it into the garage, which had better lights. I opened it and there was my bathrobe or what was left of it. She had taken a pair of scissors and cut it into strips six to eight inches wide and had cut those in half as well. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I was getting mad to the point of doing something stupid. I didn't know why she had done it. I never had told her that it was from Katie. The bathrobe had a pocket on the inside on the left. I had never used it for anything and had never even looked in there. The pocket had been cut into four pieces and there was a white tag with gold embroidered letters sewn in there. I found all the pieces and assembled them.

The tag read, "Happy Anniversary Tony. Looking forward to a lifetime of years with you. Love Katie."

I screamed and I'm sure my wife heard it inside the house. This was totally fucked up. How she even found the tag was a mystery to me. It was sewn flat against the inner wall of the pocket and unless you looked in the pocket, you never would have seen it. I was so angry that I was shaking with rage. She had no fucking right to do this at all! 

But as I stood there, for the first and only time, Katie made her presence known to me at the house. She wrapped herself tightly around me and kept saying in her own special way, "It is okay Tony. It is okay." She stayed with me until my anger cooled off enough for me to start thinking rationally and then she gave me one of her kisses and left.

I was going to grab some clothes and get a motel room for a couple of days but that wasn't going to be fair to the kids. I cut the pieces of the tag carefully from the pocket pieces with my pocketknife, stuck them in my pocket, and returned the bathrobe to the trash bag and then back out to the trash. I put the pieces of the tag in my briefcase, which was out in my car. I went back in the house and by then my wife was asleep or pretending to be asleep. I really didn't care, I just got undressed and got in the bed. I didn't talk to her at all for the next four days, nothing, not a single word. It was like she wasn't there. She knew I was pissed but she never apologized. The next day I placed the pieces of the tag into to a small clear plastic bag and placed it in the drawer that had all of my other stuff from Katie.

The next incident happened about a month later on one of the rare nights where she hadn't crawled in the bed early. After the kids were in bed, I made my usual inquiry about having sex that night which led to our usual fight about having sex. We watched the television for a while and then I headed back to the bedroom. I stripped and went into the bathroom to take a piss. 

As I was washing my hands, she walked in and in a very nasty tone of voice said, "I don't have to worry about you ever having an affair. No other woman would want to fuck that pathetic little dick."

I didn't say anything, but that was the final straw. I haven't mentioned it before, but my cock is six inches long which I know is average in length but it is a little thicker that most of that size. But all of the other women that I had been with previously in my life had never complained about the size or my ability to use it. I decided that being faithful to a woman like my wife just wasn't worth the aggravation. 

Another girlfriend from back in my early college years had written me a letter a couple of months prior to all of this and had sent it to my parent's house. My mother had given the letter to me when we were up there for Christmas. I wrote back to her and gave her my office address to mail me at. She lived three hours away from me. The letters started off innocently enough, she was married, had a daughter that was the same age as my first son, and of course she was going through a rough time in marriage as well. At some point we even started talking about sex in the letters. 

Right after the incident in the bathroom with my wife, I got a letter from her telling me that she was coming down to Harrisburg for a two day training class the next week. She was supposed to be sharing a room with another woman that she worked with, but that woman had to cancel out on going to the training. She asked if I wanted to meet for supper and gave me her work telephone number. I called her and although we had to be discrete on the phone, it sounded like she had more than supper in mind for the evening. So I made up an excuse for a road trip that night and figured that if it didn't happen, I could just always get a room someplace. 

We met for supper, had a great time and afterwards, we went back to her hotel room and the fun really started. When I dated her originally, she had been a skinny blonde who weighed around ninety-five lbs. She had a thick blonde bush and was always very wet with a kind of gooey wetness. For how skinny she was, her cunt was fairly loose and not much had changed over the years. She still weighed the same, but her nipples had gotten larger from breast-feeding. We played for twenty-five minutes and I screwed her for twenty minutes after that. She would have these little climaxes, nothing really hard and she would let out a little "Oh" noise as it hit her. The big one came as I started shooting my load of sperm into her and that one she really blasted off on. She told me afterwards that it started happening like that after her daughter had been born. The night was still early so we got cleaned up, headed down to the hotel bar for a few drinks, then we went back to the room and started all over again. Around 4:00 AM she woke me up accidentally when she got up to piss and after she came back to bed I screwed her again hard and fast for ten minutes and we repeated that after the wake-up call came at 7:00 AM.

We kept writing letters and I would call her once in a while. A few months later I was on a client call up close to where she lived and she came over to my motel room for a couple of hours that evening and again in morning before she went to work. We kept in touch after that but things got better with her marriage and with the distance between us, it was never going to be a regular thing so it just slowly dwindled down.

Around the same time I had gotten in touch with another old girlfriend and it was pretty much the same with her, bad marriage and all that, but she didn't have any kids. She lived a couple of hours away from me as well, but it was on the way up to another client. I had known her for a long time before we started dating after we had graduated high school. She was a virgin when we started, but three months of hand jobs and finger fun, then pussy eating and blow jobs, finally led to the night where I popped her cherry, which was my first time doing so with a woman. But things with us were always a little tense for some reason and a month after that we broke up. But we had gotten together a few times after that over the years while I was home from college. She was chubby back in the early days and still was, but the sex was fun and one night she even let me fuck her ass. But again, things were always a little weird with her. 

A few days before we were going to meet up again, there was a call from her early in the morning on my office answering machine that said, "It's been fun but I don't want to meet anymore," which was okay with me.

I started looking around for other women to meet up with but nothing happened for a while. After our house got sold, we moved in with her parents for three and one half months while our house was being built, which was a disaster from the start and the stress kept building. I was trying to keep my business going and most of my clients were down in Harrisburg, so I would go down and spend a couple of nights, plus go wherever else I needed to. We were also doing a lot of work on the house ourselves to save money and there were a lot of sixteen hour days and seven day work weeks during that period. I got an office not too far from the house. I kept my old office in Camp Hill for four months but it got to the point where I really didn't need it, and the lease was up for renewal, so I got rid of it.

I also got an Internet account at the new office as well. I had email access to the net for a while down at the other office, but it through a local bulletin board and their access wasn't very reliable at times. My first trip out into what was called the World Wide Web was pretty neat. This was in the spring of 1996 and back then, there was very little as compared to what there is out today, but it was a start. Jean started sending me emails instead of letters but the weekly phone calls continued. After I started my own business, I told her that it was better to call in the afternoon and every Tuesday around 4:00 PM the phone would ring and it would be her.

Once the house was built and we were moved in, I was hoping that things between my wife and I would get better. But they didn't and in fact they got worse. The sex had dwindled to once a month if I was lucky or maybe not so lucky and most times it was more aggravation than it was worth. I wish that I had a dollar in my pocket for every time that I got told by her that I didn't know how to screw. The weekly road trips were about the only thing keeping me sane in those days.

The anniversary of Katie's passing was on a Sunday in 1996. I had gotten the rose for her grave on Saturday and just told my wife that I had to go down to the office for a few hours to work on a project. The weather was cloudy but mild when I went to visit her. It was hard to believe that fifteen years had gone by already, but the memory of her smile and that special kiss of love that she would give me had never faded.

Jean called me as usual on Tuesday afternoon and it was pretty much the usual phone call from her. She asked if I had been to the cemetery, but she knew that I had never once missed going there on the anniversary date.

Towards the end of the call she asked, "Are you going down to Harrisburg this week?"

I answered, "I'll be going down on Wednesday and coming back on Friday."

She said, "I have some business down there on Thursday and then I'm heading to DC for the weekend."

I replied, "It's a nice area. I'm sure you will have good time." She was silent for while so I asked, "Still there?"

Jean laughed and replied, "I guess I have to spell this out in detail for you."

"Spell what out?" I asked.

She answered slowly, "I would like to invite you to have supper with me on Wednesday evening. The room service is supposed to be excellent at the hotel where I am staying."

I replied, "That would be great Jean."

She waited a few more seconds and went on, "And I am hoping that you will be there for breakfast as well." Then it was my turn to get quiet as I realized just exactly she was saying and she asked me, "Still breathing?"

I laughed and said, "Yes Jean. This is just is a little bit of a surprise that is all, but I will stay."

Jean said, "Good," and after she told me which hotel it was and the room number.

I said, "I can be there for 5:30 PM or so."

She replied, "That is fine. I am really looking forward to this." and she hung up the phone.

I sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes. Yes, Jean and I were good friends, but I never considered the possibility of going to bed with her. I knew what she had been in the past and well to say I was a bit intimidated by the prospect of having sex with a woman with that kind of experience was an understatement. Let's just call it performance anxiety and leave it at that. But after a while I decided what the hell, I would just go there, have a good time and what ever happened, happened. I called the hotel that I usually stayed at down there and changed my reservation from Wednesday and Thursday night to just Thursday night. I also had a client appointment scheduled for 10:00 AM on Thursday but I called them and moved it to the afternoon.

After driving down in the morning and working at clients all day, I arrived at her hotel at 5:30 PM. I had never been to this hotel before. At the time it was one of the best hotels in the area and definitely the most expensive. In those days I traveled with just a suit bag and kept my clothes and shaving kit in there. I was still nervous about this as I went up the elevator and knocked on her door. While I hadn't seen Jean since the day of Katie's funeral, she had sent me a few pictures of herself, some were portrait shots and a few were nudes from her early years. 

She opened the door and said, "Punctual. I like that."

I laughed and replied, "Hello Jean," as I walked in the room.

Jean was five foot seven inches tall and around weighed around one hundred and thirty pounds. She was wearing a silk pajama set, just like the ones that Katie used to wear, that was pale green and the fabric was very thin. Her nipples were clearly visible and I could see the faint outline of her areola as well. Her hair was still dark read and came down past her shoulders.

She reached over and said, "Let me take that for you and you might as well get rid of these," and she pointed first to my suit bag and then to the suit coat and tie that I was wearing.. 

I handed my suit bag to her, took off my coat and tie, and she walked them over to a closet. The room was suite and nicely furnished. Where we were standing, there was a living and dining room area, with a bar, and I could see a separate bedroom off to the left. Jean walked back over to where I was standing and looked at me for a few seconds. Then she got close, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I put my arms around her as well and the kiss went from soft and gentle to hot and heavy in a very short amount of time.

We moved away from each other and I looked at her. I said, "You haven't changed much at all over the years."

She laughed and replied, "I work pretty damn hard at looking good." I looked back down at her breasts and from the way that they were standing out I figured that she must have implants. Jean said, "Yes, they are fake," and she opened her top to give me a look. I guessed that she was around a D size and her nipples and areola were pale in color but large. I was wondering if I should give them a feel when she said, "Go ahead. I didn't invite you here to hold hands all night." 

"Reading my mind Jean?" I asked as I placed my hands on her breasts.

Jean smiled and replied, "Just one of those things that I am good at." Her breasts felt nice, not as hard as I thought that they would be and with a little playing her nipples got a little stiffer as well. We kissed again and she said, "We have all damn night to play. Let's get some supper first."

"Sounds good to me," I answered. 

She pulled her top closed, but not as tightly as it was before and I could still see plenty of her breasts through the gap. I remembered Katie telling me about Jean shaving her cunt and I wondered if she still was.

Jean laughed and said, "Bald as a baby's ass!"

I laughed as well and replied, "I think it is going to be long night!" as we walked over to the dining table.

"I sure hope so!" Jean said as handed me one of the menus that were sitting there and said, "Order anything you want." I looked at the menu and the prices, which were very high, then looked back at her. "Hell," she said, "This is dirt cheap compared to what I would be paying in New York." 

I said, "I am not much for this fancy stuff, so get me a steak, medium well."

Jean said, "That sounds good except I like mine rare." She walked over to the phone, and called our order in. "They said thirty minutes," as she walked back to the table, then added, "Let's see what they have in the bar. I didn't check it out yet and I hope there is something good." We went over there and she started pulled bottles out from underneath. "Still drinking Scotch?" she asked.

"That or Bourbon," I replied.

She looked me and said, "Well the only thing they have in a single malt is this twelve year old crap but I guess it will do."

I looked at the bottle and it was the brand and age that I drank, not that I could afford to drink it on a regular basis.

"That is fine with me Jean," I said.

She got a couple of glasses out and asked, "On the rocks?"

I answered, "Yes."

There was a small refrigerator built into the bar and Jean went out got a few ice cubes out for my glass. She then filled both of our glasses and handed mine to me.

"To the night," I said in a toast.

Jean replied, "To the night," and we touched glasses, then she said, "Lets go sit down until supper gets here."

We walked over to the living room area, I sat down on the couch and Jean sat in one of the chairs. We started talking. The conversation was mostly about work and the same stuff that we usually talked about on the phone.

I did ask her, "So what's going on down here?"

She answered, "One of my investment guys wants me to get involved with a shopping mall project down here. I looked at the paperwork and everything looks okay but I want to meet the people involved with it. I can read people just as good as I can read paperwork and sometimes a lot better."

"Makes sense to me," I replied




Katie's Love Ch. 08



"Besides," she said, "It is a good excuse to get away for a few days even though the office will be a fucking disaster when I get back."

I laughed and answered, "That is how it used to be back in my corporate days and I am sure glad that I don't have to deal with that bullshit any more."

We talked some more about the kind of work that I was doing.

Then Jean said, "I have to take a piss," and she laughed and said, "I guess that isn't too fucking ladylike, but then there aren't too many people who would accuse me of being a fucking lady."

She got off the chair and walked into the bedroom. I felt Katie's presence for a few seconds and she kissed me. A minute later Jean came back into the room and just as she did, there was a knock on the door.

"Room service," the voice outside called.

Jean walked over, let him in and I got off the couch and walked to the table. The waiter was an older guy and he looked at Jean, then he looked at me, then back at Jean again. We sat down, he served our food, opened then poured the wine and took a few looks at Jean's tits as he did. I just sat there and smiled. Supper was great and the conversation was just as good. After we were finished, she called back down to room service and told them to send someone up to get the dishes. The same waiter came back up and Jean gave him a nice tip when he was finished. Of course he looked at her breasts the whole time. We went back to the living room area. I hadn't drank much of my whiskey while we were talking before supper but Jean had just about finished hers. She got the glasses, topped them off, and brought them back over to where we were sitting. 

We talked for about an hour then Jean asked, "Are you ready to get this party started?"

"Fine with me," I answered.

We both stood up, Jean opened the tie on her top, dropped that on the chair, and then did the same with her pants. She walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me very lightly. I put my hands behind her and started running them up and down her back. The kiss got hotter and Jean moved her one hand around and started to unbutton my shirt. She pulled the tails out of the front and ran her hand all over my chest. My hands went to her ass cheeks and I started rubbing and squeezing them. My shirt cuffs were still buttoned so I stopped, opened them, and then Jean peeled my shirt off and tossed it back on the couch. My left hand went back to her ass and my right hand I brought around and started playing with her breast. We touched and kissed for a while, then Jean opened my belt and the top of my pants. I kicked off my shoes and she pushed my pants down over my ass. She moved her hand around, slid it inside of my briefs and started playing with my already hard cock. Of course as she did that I started thinking about my size and if it was going to be big enough for her.

Jean said, "relax Tony, I'm here as much for you as I am for this," and she gave my cock a light squeeze.

I smiled, moved my hand off of her ass cheek and around to the front of her cunt. Then I slid my hand into her cunt, which was the first shaved one that I had ever touched and it felt really neat. Her clit was very large and it stuck out almost an inch. Her cunt lips were long and thick. I thought to myself that she was going to be fun to eat, but then Jean chuckled a little. I pressed my middle finger inside of her cunt and she was very wet.

We had been kissing the whole time while I explored her, but I stopped and said, "Damn you are really wet."

With a smile she said, "I have been like this all fucking afternoon."

Jean let go of my cock and pushed my underwear down over my ass. My pants moved farther down and with a little help from her, I worked them down my legs and stepped out of them. She then placed her hand on my balls and started to lightly play with them. I started to finger fuck her cunt, first with one finger then with two. My thumb found her clit and I started to work that as well. She pulled me back into a kiss as her breathing got heavier. I moved my hand faster and Jean started to shake a little. I moved my head back and looked her in the eye.

Her mouth opened wide, the shaking intensified and with a loud, "Fuck!" she started to climax. "Fuck! Fuck!" she called out as my fingers kept pumping away inside of her cunt, which by then had dumped a big load of pussy juice on my fingers. She built quickly to another climax and came this time with a loud, "Holy Fuck!"

I slowed my hand down to let her catch her breath and she pulled me back into a kiss. After it ended, she gave me this very passionate look for a few seconds, then she hugged me.

"That was nice Tony," she said softly, "Very nice."

"I am glad that you enjoyed it," I replied, but I was wondering if some of it hadn't been an act on her part.

Jean said, "Let's get to bed," and she let go of me and finished peeling my underwear off.

I reached down and pulled my socks off and we walked into the bedroom. Jean pulled the covers back on the bed, then got on it and I followed her. We moved to the center and lay side by side facing each other. The kissing resumed and so did the hand play. I started with her breasts and her hand went to mine as well. Then as my hand traveled down to her cunt, her fingers slowly made their way to my cock. As before I worked two fingers inside her cunt and pressed my thumb on her clit, but this time I went slowly. Her fingers were a doing sweet dance on my cock and my balls at the same time. But even with my going slower, Jean started breathing heavier and started to shake a little. 

I started going faster and with a loud, "Oh fuck!" Jean climaxed again, but this time I kept working her and within a few seconds she climaxed again and cried out, "Oh yes!"

She pulled my head close to hers and kissed me very hard. I kept on playing her slowly, then I pulled my hand away from her cunt. I bent my head down and started sucking on her breast. I cupped it with my hand as well as I sucked and licked on her nipple. Then I started to slowly lick and kiss my way down her stomach and she rolled over on her back, then spread and lifted her legs up so that her feet were resting on the bed. I moved around, got between them and took a good long look at the first shaved pussy that I had ever seen.

Jean laughed and asked, "Enjoying the view?"

I answered, "First one I've seen without hair."

She laughed again and replied, "You really need to get out more!"

I laughed as well, then I reached under her knees and put my hands on her stomach. I leaned forward and started licking at the top of where her pubes would be, then I ran my tongue down along the outsides of her cunt lips. I moved my head over to her left knee, then kissed my way down that until I reached her cunt, and repeated the process on her right thigh. I started over at her left knee, this time doing light love bites all the way down and I did that to her right leg as well. The last trip down her thighs was with my tongue and when I was done with both legs I stuck it deep inside of her cunt, which was soaked with pussy juice from all the fingering. She had a nice clean taste and I licked inside of her for a long time.

Jean was really getting worked up, but she hadn't climaxed and I heard her say, "Damn, you do like to take your time."

"Is that a complaint?" I asked

"Fuck no!" she replied.

I moved up, looked at her clit for a second, and thought to myself, "It almost looks like a little cock."

Jean laughed and said, "You aren't the first one to think that."

I shook my head, wrapped my lips around it, and at the same time I reached up and got a nipple in each hand. I sucked and licked her clit like I would do with a breast nipple.

Maybe ten seconds later I heard a series of, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" sounds come from her and then she pushed her cunt up hard against my face and climaxed with an even louder and long, "Yes!"

I felt that her climax was real but I still wasn't convinced that she wasn't putting on a show to make me feel good. I moved my mouth back down to her cunt and it gotten even wetter than when I started. I pressed my tongue inside and I licked her again for a long while before going back to her clit and bringing her to another loud orgasm. This time I kept sucking and she climaxed again almost immediately and after it was done I crawled up between her legs.

I got into position and then I slid my cock inside of her. We kissed for a little and then I started to slowly screw her. Her cunt felt nice but it wasn't very tight, and being as wet as it was I knew that I could last as long as I wanted to. I went slowly until her passion built up, then I picked up the pace a little and started screwing harder until she climaxed with a low growl. Jean got that deep and very passionate look in her eyes again after she came. I slowed back down and couple of minutes later she started to breathe faster and I went fast enough and she climaxed again. Of course the thought went through my head that she was just faking this to make me feel good.

Jean pulled my head down next to hers and whispered, "I haven't faked one orgasm tonight Tony, and I have no intention of faking any."

I pulled back, looked at her, and said, "I'm sorry Jean, I shouldn't have been thinking that."

She laughed and replied, "That is okay," and we kissed again.

There was just something very powerful and passionate about the feelings that I was getting from her as we screwed, like we were making love instead of just fucking. I hadn't felt that way with a woman in a long time and it felt good. I kept up what I was doing, going slow until she started to orgasm and then faster as she went over the edge. Ten minutes then twenty minutes went by on the clock. Jean got close to another climax and this time I changed my angle a little and got very close myself.

"Its time," I said.

She looked at me and said, "Fill me with your love Tony," which surprised the hell out of me.

I went faster and faster. Jean was right at the edge as well as I pushed in hard and deep, then I came and it was very hard.

"Yes!" she screamed as she felt me go and her climax hit. It was very intense for her as well and she kept yelling, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as she shook from the pleasure.

We kissed and I stayed inside of her until my cock shrank down and then we lay together still joined in the sticky wetness that had flooded both of our crotches. I moved my head back and Jean still had that look on her face. Finally, I got off of her and lay down next to her.

She rolled over facing me and said with a smile, "That was a damn big cumshot." I just smiled and she went on, "Katie told me that you always shot a good load."

I laughed and replied, "With most women I ask if they are baby proof but I figured that I didn't need to worry about that with you."

Jean said, "Two years before you and Katie met, I had a scare. I thought I was pregnant but it turned out that I wasn't. But I did some serious thinking and decided that even if I wasn't doing what I was doing back then, that I really didn't want to be a mother. It just wasn't in me. So I went and had my tubes tied." Jean sighed and added, "That was one of the few things that I never told Katie about. I knew she would be very upset with me."

"It is your life Jean," I replied, "You had to do what you thought was best."

She looked at me for a few seconds, smiled, and asked, "So are we going to clean this mess up?"

I answered, "Why not?" with a smile of my own. 

I rolled over on my back, moved down on the bed a little and she swung around and placed her cunt over my face. My cum was already dripping out of her as she lowered it to my lips. She leaned down and started licking my cock and balls. I stuck my tongue deep inside her cunt and did some licking of my own. Jean was getting pretty worked up so I moved down to her clit and sucked on that until she came. Then she got off of me, swung around and lay back down on her side. I turned towards her and we kissed deeply.

She smiled and said, "Tastes pretty damn good as well," and she licked her lips. I laughed and she said, "And if anyone knows her cumshots it is me!"

I replied, "I guess that you have had a few in the past." 

Jean said, "When I started working back in 1975, fifty dollars was a lot of money. I just did blow jobs at the beginning but I was doing three or four on an average night. One night I worked a big convention. I started at 7:00 PM and didn't get home until 4:00 AM the next morning. I did fourteen blowjobs that night and I thought I was going to be shitting sperm the next day!" I laughed hard at that and the big grin on her face as she added, "Then I started fucking as well. I had anal sex with a few guys that I dated but I wasn't really interesting in doing that for pay, but I got offered some good money for that so I said what the hell. I did learn real quick though, that if I thought that I was going to get screwed in the ass, that I better have a finger full of petroleum jelly up my asshole before I walked in the door."

"Tough way to make a living," I commented.

She said, "I was lucky. Being smart helped but I know some girls who got into some bad shit. I made damn sure before I did anything on the wild side that I got references from other girls who had been with the client. But mostly I worked parties if it was going to get on the very heavy side. One night another girl and I did a slave party for ten guys. That was pretty wild. But enough about all of that, are you ready for another drink? I know I am."

I said, "Yes I could use one."

Jean went and refilled our glasses. As she did that I felt Katie give me one of her kisses but she moved away as Jean walked back to the bed. After she got back in the bed, we laid there quietly drinking for a while.

She said, "I am sure that you have questions," and laughed.

I answered, "Yes Jean. I am curious as to why you asked me here tonight."

She looked at me and replied, "Katie told me that you always made love with your heart first and your body second."

I said, "She never told me that."

Jean said, "She didn't have to Tony, she was the same way."

I replied, "Yes, I knew that from the start."

She went on, "And to be honest, when she told me that right after she started dating you, I was jealous. I was still hoping that Katie and I could be a couple, but I knew that wasn't what she wanted in life and I saw that she had found what she was looking for in you. I also knew that Katie was too afraid to tell you that she loved you and that is why I went to see her that night. As much I loved her and wanted her, I didn't want her to lose you. And after she," and Jean paused for a second, "Passed away and we started talking, I knew that I wanted a taste. I didn't expect that it would be the same but I still wanted to see if I could feel what she had felt, at least a little bit. But I felt that it best to wait until some time had passed."

I asked, "And?"

She reached over, pulled me into a light kiss, and answered, "I am still jealous. Katie was the luckiest woman in the whole damn world."

I was amazed that Jean would feel that way, but I said, "Thank you Jean."

We touched glasses again and drank some more.

Jean said softly, "I will tell you this Tony. I don't know if you will believe me or not, but that was the nicest fuck that I have ever had."

"Really?" I asked, "I remember you telling me one that that you had been fucked by some of the best in the business."

She shook her head and answered, "I think even you can figure out that there is big difference between getting fucked in porn flick and what just happened here, even with the guys that I dated before I started working. I am telling you the truth, I really didn't expect you to make love to me like that. I didn't know what to expect but you surprised me."

"Thank you Jean, I really appreciate that, but I didn't think I was doing anything all that special" I replied.

"No Tony you weren't. You were just being you and not trying to be someone that you aren't," she said, "and thank you for that." 

We lay there quietly for little while and I asked, "Jean, will you tell me about the hairbrush? I never understood why that terrified Katie so much."

Jean turned her head, looked straight out across the room for a minute, then she looked back at me and answered, "Tony. I knew that you were going to ask me about it and you do have a right to know, but not just yet. One day, I promise, that I will tell you all about it."

I was disappointed. That question had nagged at me all these years and I never could come up with a good answer on my own.

"I understand," I said then asked, "Will you tell me about the first time that you and Katie made love?"

Jean smiled and replied, "That I can do. The middle of October during our freshman year at college, I had gone to a party that weekend and wound up going home with a girl I had met there. I went there thinking that we were going to party some more and talk, which we did for a while, but then she kissed me. At first I freaked out a little but we kissed some more and it just felt nice. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were naked in bed together. I was afraid to tell Katie but she called me Monday evening and she said that she had something to tell me. I told her that I had something as well but that she should go first. She said, "Jean, I made love to another girl this weekend." I said, really? I did too! Did you like it?" She replied, "It was very nice," and then she got quiet for a few seconds and asked me, "Jean. Can I make love to you?" I just about screamed in the phone, "Yes Katie!" She borrowed some money from her mother, got a bus ticket to New York for the next weekend and I picked up a bunch of munchie foods and cheap wine. I met her at the bus depot and we took a cab back to my place. My roommate used to go home on weekends so we had the apartment to ourselves. We kissed as soon as we walked in the door, got undressed and made love all weekend. The only time we had clothes on was Saturday evening when we went to a party for a few hours."

I said, "That sounds like it was a great time."

Jean replied, "I can remember every detail of that weekend as clear as when it happened."

I said, "There are more than a few nights that I spent with Katie that I can remember just as clearly Jean."

We lay there drinking some more then Jean reached down and placed her fingers on my cock.

"I am hoping that there is another one in there?" she asked with smile.

"Yes," I replied with a smile of my own, "But it's going to take some time."

"We have all night." Jean said with a smile of her own. 

We laid there for a while, talking and drinking a little.

Jean asked, "How is Elizabeth doing these days?"

"She is doing really well," I replied, "She is only working part-time now. She could have retired completely, but she said that she needed to have something to do."

Jean answered, "I know she likes to keep busy. I call her around Christmas time to see how she is doing," and then she laughed a little and gave me this funny look.

"What?" I asked. 

She replied, "I shouldn't be asking this and if you don't want to tell me that is fine but," and she smiled, "Was she as wild as Katie was in bed?"

I laughed and said, "No Jean. We had some fun times and I taught her a few things, but most of the time, it was just two very lonely people making love trying to ease the pain in their lives."

Jean said, "That is kind of what I thought."

I smiled and replied, "But she was so funny at times. Oh my!"

She laughed and said, "That was her favorite expression."

"Elizabeth would say that when she climaxed," I replied, and we both laughed. Then I added, "And the baby stuff."

Jean looked at me and asked, "What?"




Katie's Love Ch. 09



Writers Note

This is the ninth chapter in my story about Katie. This covers events that happened from 1999 until 2001. You would think after all this time had passed, that there wouldn't be much to tell but the story is far from over. This chapter doesn't have as much sex in it as some of the earlier ones did, but as I said in the preface to the first chapter, this is a story first about love. These years were times of both joy and sorrow.

T

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1999 was a crazy year. A lot of computers had old software that wasn't going to work after the year 2000 rolled around and there was plenty of work to be had. Too much at times. There were a lot of days that I dreaded hearing the phone ring because I was really getting stressed out. Sixty hour work weeks were pretty common and there were more than a couple that went longer than that. The money was great but so was the pressure and it got worse as the year went by.

November 3rd was a Wednesday that year. I made plans to visit Katie's grave in the morning. In my letter to Elizabeth that I sent to her the middle of October, I told her that I was going to be there around 11:00 AM. That would give me some time there as well as having the afternoon to go out on a call. As it turned out, that week I had gotten involved in a major upgrade at a client site and the computer that they were moving off of was ancient and very slow. Things were taking way too long to get done there, but I was hoping to be close to getting it finished that afternoon. 

It was a sunny day but cool with the temperature around fifty-five degrees and I arrived at the cemetery a few minutes before 11:00 AM. I took the pink rose out of the truck and walked over to Katie's grave, but the vase that Elizabeth had always left for me there wasn't there. I stood there for a few minutes and wondered if something had happened to her.

Then I heard a woman's voice behind me say, "I'm sorry I'm late."

I turned around and there stood Elizabeth. I hadn't seen her since the last night that we had spent together seventeen years ago. She was seventy years old by then, but time had been gentle with her. Her hair was still brown with just a few gray hairs and her smile was just a sweet as it had ever been.

"After all these years Elizabeth," I said, "You are still so beautiful."

Elizabeth laughed and replied, "And after all these years Tony, you are still such a gentleman and still such a liar," then she moved up close, placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss.

I placed my arms around her waist and said, "It has been too long since anyone kissed me like that. I am surprised that you decided to come today."

She said, "I decided that it was time."

"I'm glad that you did," I answered.

She smiled, moved back from me a little and over her arm she had a small canvas tote bag along with her purse. She reached inside, pulled out the vase, and a small bottle of water. 

"You will be needing these," she said. I took them from her, placed the vase on the base of Katie's tombstone, and poured the water in. I placed the rose inside the vase and as I moved back Elizabeth said, "I'll go sit on the bench while you have your time with her."

"No, please stay," I asked.

"Okay," she said. I placed my arm around her back across her waist and she did the same with hers across mine. We stood there quietly for a while, then Elizabeth said in a voice that was close to whisper, "Katie never comes here, at least never with me."

I answered, "She never has never been here with me either. I don't know why and she has never told me."

We stood there for a little while longer and Elizabeth said, "Let's go sit down for a little."

I replied, "That would be very nice."

We walked over and sat down on a bench that was along side of the path that went around the cemetery. We talked and talked. It had been such a long time and despite the monthly letters, there was still much to be said and it was so nice just to hear her voice again. 

Elizabeth said at one point, "If I keep talking like this, I'll have nothing to write you about this month."

I replied, "I'm sure you will think of something."

She looked at me and said, "I do have a confession to make. I have been here a few times when you were here, but I just couldn't bring myself to walk over." Elizabeth looked away from me out towards Katie's grave and I saw a look of sadness come over her face. She turned back towards me and softly said, "Tony, there is something I have to tell you. Something that I tried to tell you a long time ago."

"What is it Elizabeth?" I asked.

She drew in a deep breath and answered, "After the accident, they did blood tests on Katie, to see if she was on drugs or had been drinking."

"That is routine," I said, "But I know she wasn't."

She went on, "Yes, they didn't find any." She paused again and with another deep breath said, "Tony, Katie was pregnant."

I looked at her and said, "What?"

I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes as she replied, "They said that she was about six weeks along. I am so sorry. There have been so many times I wanted to tell you this. I wrote you a note about it a long time ago that has been in and out of just about every letter I sent to you, but I decided that I had to tell you about in person. Jean and I talked about this after the funeral and we both felt that because of how badly you were hurting that it would be best to wait. And please don't be angry with Jean for not telling you, I told her that I would be the one."

I sat there in shock as my mind raced back to that year and I said, "I never remember her missing her period."

Elizabeth didn't say anything. She just sat there quietly and the tears flowed gently down her face.

My mind was reeling. I could not believe what she had just told me. I sat there and as my own tears started to form I realized just how truly horrible that last week had been for Katie. I always had a deep respect for the bravery that she had shown during that last week, especially which I was around, but this was just beyond belief. Not only knowing that she was going to die but that she was pregnant with my child? I sat there and cried for a long time. It was just like that Wednesday evening eighteen years ago when I was slumped on the floor at Katie's house crying after finding out that she had been killed. Elizabeth reached over and took my hand in hers. I started shaking from the pain of the emotions that I long thought were under control but still were lurking within the depths of my heart and my very soul.

I finally managed to get the crying under control, but my eyes were still blurry from the flood of tears. Elizabeth pulled a tissue from her purse, handed it to me and I wiped my eyes and my face.

Elizabeth said, "I am so sorry Tony."

"No," I replied, "I am sorry that you had to carry that around with you all of these years. But thank you for telling me."

One more time she looked out at Katie's grave and after a few seconds passed, she turned and said, "I have something to give to you." She reached into the canvas tote and pulled something out that was wrapped in a piece of white silk and tied with a pink ribbon. "I wrapped it up to keep it safe," she said as she handed it to me. I unwrapped it and inside was a book that was about eight inches long and five inches wide. It had a dark red cover with nothing marked on it. I recognized it as one of those blank books that you can purchase. I had started one myself before I met Katie but never got too far with it. I stared at it for a few seconds and I heard Elizabeth say, "This was in the metal box with all of her papers. There is a note in the front that she left for me."

I opened the cover. The note was dated October 26, 1981 which was the day that Katie had gotten the premonition of her death. The note was beautifully written and read, "Mom. I have a big favor to ask of you. Please give this book to Tony, but not too soon. Give him time to heal. Thank you. Love Katie."

I moved the inside cover over and written on the title page in big beautiful letters was "I Found Him!" She signed her name in big letters as well and below that was written November 12, 1980, which was another date that I had no trouble in remembering. I turned the first page and started reading, then to another and then to one a little farther inside. It was a diary that she had kept while we were together. I flipped quickly through the pages until I got to the last one that had writing on it. That one was dated Monday November 2, 1981, which was the day before she died.

I looked at Elizabeth and once again the tears started to flow from my eyes as I asked her, "Have you read this?"

Elizabeth softly said, "I tried to read it a few times that first year. I could only get a page or two done and I would start crying so hard that I couldn't go on. A few years ago, I decided that it was time and no matter what, that I would get through it." She paused and went on, "I learned a lot about Katie that I never knew. Some things made me happy, some made me very sad, and some," and she paused again, "Scared me very much. I never once doubted how much you were in love with her, but after reading that Tony, I knew why and also why she was so much in love with you."

I sat there quietly listening as the tears still flowed down my face.

Still speaking she said, "There was one line she wrote that I will always remember," and she drew in a breath and said, "The moonlight wrapped around us like a soft silver cocoon and our souls joined together as one in the power of our love."

I looked at her and said, "Even after all these years, that is one night I can still remember as clear as when it happened."

Elizabeth broke into a smile, laughed a little and said, "If I was twenty years younger, the next time it was a full moon, I'd tell Charlie to get lost and your ass would be in my backyard naked on a blanket!"

I laughed as well and replied, "Who says you have to be twenty years younger?"

She took my hand again, squeezed it tightly, and said, "No, Tony, that is one memory I would never steal from you. I have plenty of great memories of the times we were together and that is enough for me."

"I also have good memories of those times," I replied, "and I can never thank you enough for helping me get through those months."

She looked away and softly said, "It seems like such a long time ago but it also seems like it was just yesterday." I didn't say anything as I was still lost in my thoughts, then she turned back towards me and said, "I should be going soon and I'm sure you have things to do as well."

I said, "Thank you Elizabeth. For everything."

She let go of my hand and one more time placed both of her hands on my cheeks and gave me one of those soft kisses. I set the diary on my lap and wrapped both of my arms around her and pulled her into a kiss as well. A lovers kiss, soft but still passionate.

Elizabeth laughed and said, "I'm sure that will be in the newspaper tomorrow."

I laughed as well, then I carefully wrapped the diary back in the piece of white silk and retied the ribbon. We both got up and I walked her to her car.

I asked her, "Same time next year?"

She answered, "Why not? I'm all out of surprises so it will be a lot nicer. Take good care of yourself Tony," and she got into her car and closed the door.

I watched her drive away and walked back to my truck. I knew that I was done for the day so I called the client from my car cell phone and told them that I had gotten sick that morning and that I wasn't coming. They weren't real happy about it, but I really didn't want to be around anyone at that point. I left the cemetery and as I was driving down the road that led to the main highway, I remembered seeing a large garden shop that had opened not too far down from the intersection. I stopped in there and they had a floral department. I purchased another pink rose and went back to the cemetery. I trimmed a few inches off the stem of that rose with my pocketknife and put that in the vase as well.

Elizabeth would write in her next letter, "I went back to the cemetery a few days later to check on the rose and the vase. When I saw that second pink rose, I stood there and cried like I haven't cried in a long time."

After I got to my office, I got the candle out of it's hiding place, lit it and I called out to Katie, but it took a while for her to make presence known.

I said, "I know Katie and I am so sorry."

She told me in her special way, "It will all be okay Tony," and I felt that touch that I had come to know as Katie's kiss. I sat there for the next hour just staring at the candle and quietly enjoying her presence with me.

I also called Jean later that day. I told her about seeing Elizabeth, but I didn't say anything about knowing that Katie was pregnant or about the diary. I was sure there was still more to learn about Katie's pregnancy, but I had been through enough emotionally for one day. 

The next day I finished up with the client that I canceled the day before. Friday I had work to do at a client that was a four hour drive from my office. So I after I was done on Thursday, I drove out to where they were located and spent the night in a motel. I decided that after getting back to the office on Wednesday, that I needed some time alone to read Katie's diary completely, which I did that night in the motel room. I'm a fast reader and any other book of this size, I would have been done with it in less than a half hour. I spent the better part of four hours reading it twice that night and the bottle of bourbon whiskey that I had brought along with me did little to make things any easier.

Katie wrote about everything that happened that year. There was an entry after every night and weekend that we had spent together, plus entries from other days and events as well. In a lot of ways it was similar to my notebook, except that it had been written as the events happened.

Reading that diary was a roller coaster ride of both happiness and sorrow. Every word, whether bursting with joy or coming from a pain deep in her soul, was done in that beautiful handwriting of hers. I thought I knew Katie well even though there were some details about her life that were still a mystery, like the hairbrush and her fear of the dark, but this showed me a lot about who Katie really was, even though those questions weren't answered. I loved her all the more after I was finished with it and echoing Elizabeth's thoughts, some of it did scare me. But I also knew that one day I would get Jean to fill in the final blanks about Katie's life. 

I'm not going to share everything thing that was in there. These are just a few excerpts to give you a sense of her thoughts and in most cases, the actual entries are longer.

Wednesday November 12, 1980 6:30 PM. I found him! I went to buy a stereo yesterday and I found him! I have never felt like this about anyone and I don't know why I do. He didn't do or say anything special and I don't know the first thing about him other than his name is Tony. He doesn't have a wedding ring on, but a lot of guys don't wear them. I went back to his store today and asked him to meet me for a drink tonight. It was so special, I could tell he was very surprised. If it feels the same tonight, I am going to give myself to him. I know, stupid Katie looking for love with her legs spread but I trust those feelings more than whatever is racing through my heart right now.

Thursday November 13, 1980 6:45 PM. I did it! I could tell he was in shock that I wanted to go to bed with him. Tony was so nice. He made love to me with his every touch and every kiss. He didn't last long the first time and I knew that it bothered him, but I didn't care. When he came inside of me it felt so wonderful. Never has it felt so perfect! He is such a gentleman as well. He told me I was the most beautiful woman that he had ever been naked with and he said it from his heart. I know I'm moving too fast, but I want to know why I feel this way about him. I have to know!

Saturday November 15, 1980 9:15 AM. What a night! What a night! He was touching me and I came so very hard that it scared me with how powerful it was. I still can't believe how I feel about this guy. He told me that he wasn't afraid to get me pregnant and he said it with such love in his voice. I told him he could screw my butt, but instead he made the most wonderful love to me there. He was so gentle and caring. No one has ever been so nice to me like that. The orgasms were unreal and I am still shaking just thinking about them. I want to get control of these feelings but at the same time I want to just let them run wild. I'm being stupid and silly, but I'm also afraid, so damn afraid of what is going to happen.

Thursday November 20, 1980 7:00 PM. This morning I invited Tony over to my house for Saturday night and I am going to take him into my playroom. I can tell that he knows nothing at all about that kind of lovemaking. I hope I'm not doing the wrong thing. I'm afraid that I'm going scare him away or he is going think that I am some kind of freak. I am so torn between what I am and what I want to be. I talked to Jean tonight and she thinks I'm going too fast with him as well, but then she also thinks that I'm imagining all of this. Desperate was what she called me. Is it so damn wrong to want to want to know if these feelings are real?

Sunday November 23, 1980 8:45 PM. Damn it! I think I made a big mistake taking Tony into the playroom. I pushed him too fast and I know I spanked him too hard. He took them all but I could tell he was very scared. I let him have me as well, but I couldn't tell if he was enjoying what he was doing or if he was just going through the motions to please me. But then he made such wonderful love to me this morning like the night before had never happened. I had another one of those intense orgasms when he came and it felt so perfect having him inside of me. Damn it! Why can't I be normal? Why do I have to be this way? I was hoping that he would call me tonight but so far he hasn't. I'm going to be holding my breath until he calls me again. If he doesn't, I don't know what I am going to do. I am feeling very down. Please call me tomorrow Tony? Please?

Monday November 24, 1980 9:30 PM. He called! I tried not to sound too excited but my heart was pounding so very hard. I asked how he was doing and he said he was okay but I could sense that he's still confused about what went on this weekend. We are going out Wednesday night. He's probably expecting that I will go over to his place afterwards but I need some time. I hope he understands. I think he will. He's that kind of guy. No, he's not that kind of guy. He's not like any other guy I have ever met before. I hope I can make this last!

Wednesday November 26, 1980 11:45 PM. We had a nice time tonight, but I could tell that he was disappointed that I wasn't going to his apartment. He is going to his parents for Thanksgiving tomorrow and I'm going to Mom's house. I told him I was going there tonight. I hate to lie to him, but I need to try and sort things out. I asked him if he wanted to come back over my house this weekend. He has to work until 9:00 PM because of it being the Christmas season, but I told him that was okay. He asked me if we were going back to the playroom and I said only if you want to. He asked me if it was going to be any worse than last week and I told him no. Then he looked me in the eye and said if makes you happy, I'll do it. Damn it! Now I am the one who is confused. But the way he looks at me, kisses me, and holds my hand, I know he's feeling what I am feeling. I just pray that one day I find the courage to tell him.

Sunday December 21, 1980 7:00 PM. What a great weekend! Tony got me this lovely pajama set for Christmas and I acted like a jerk because it was green. But I put it on and it is so beautiful. I couldn't believe how nice it looked on me and Tony told me how beautiful I looked in it as well. We spent the entire night out in the living room, dancing and making love on the couch bed by the lights of my Christmas tree. This was the most special night that I have ever spent with anyone. I have never felt so loved in my whole life as I did on Saturday night. How I wish I could tell him! I know he wants to tell me that he loves me but I keep stopping him. Jean keeps saying that if I don't tell him soon that I am going to lose him. She is right, but that doesn't make it any easier. I don't know what I will do if that happens. 




Katie's Love Ch. 09



There is also a very long and detailed description of what happened the night that Jean came to visit her. That really opened my eyes in a lot of ways and the next entry talks about her coming over to my apartment the next night.

Thursday January 21, 1981 7:10 PM. Tony and I went out last night. I didn't tell him that Jean was here on Tuesday or what happened and we went his apartment afterwards. I wanted to make love to him but I was afraid of how bad it was going to hurt. I hope he didn't see how much pain I was feeling when he first went inside of me. But for some reason, he started making love to me with such tenderness that all of the pain disappeared. It took a lot of effort for me to not to cry it was so special. I love him so very much and I have to find a way to tell him. I feel like I am going to explode with all these feelings. This weekend I will tell him. I don't know how yet, but I will!

Monday January 25, 1981 6:45 PM. I don't know where to begin or even if I can begin. I finally told Tony that I loved him on Saturday. It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my whole life. He told me that he loved me and that he always would and I know that he means it with all of his heart. I have been sitting here crying for a long time just trying to find the words to write down what I am feeling. I am so happy! I just can't believe how good this feels and I feel so bad that I waited so long to finally open up and accept it. I gave him my father's hairbrush to spank me with and he could tell I was terrified of it but he used it with so much love. I know that one day I will have to tell him all my darkest secrets and that will be very hard as well. But whatever happens from now on, I am ready for. I love him and I will love him, forever and ever and ever!

Monday April 6, 1981 7:30 PM. We went dancing Saturday night and I had such a great time! I didn't drink much but I was drunk from all the fun we had. I wore poor Tony out, his legs were so sore that he could hardly walk yesterday morning. I was so naughty. I danced with this girl and we played a little. I thought Tony was going to be mad at me but he thought it was hot. I'm going to have to find someone for us to have fun with, I don't mind sharing him a little. Maybe Angie from the bar. She is pretty neat and I have this feeling about her. One day I will have to go over for lunch over there and talk to her without Tony being around.

This one was written after the Saturday night that she spent four hours dominating me.

Monday June 8, 1981 8:45 PM. I cannot believe what I did to Tony this weekend. I don't know what came over me. I could have hurt him badly. Why am I this way? Why? Why? Why! I wish he had gotten angry with me but he didn't. Damn it! I should tell Jean to come visit and make me pay for how stupid I was, but I can't tell her, she will be very angry with me. I wish I had the courage to take the hairbrush and spank myself with it. I am so sorry Tony, so very, very, sorry.

Monday July 12, 1981 8:05 PM. My period started yesterday and I made a big decision today. I'm going to stop taking my birth control pills. I know I should talk to Tony about it but I know that he will be happy. I'm still not sure I can even get pregnant. The doctor said that there is no reason I can't, but I just have this feeling.

Monday August 10, 1981 6:45 PM. We had another beautiful weekend together. I got my period today. I'm disappointed but I know these things take time. I want this to happen for both of us so very much.

Monday August 17, 1981 6:35 PM. Saturday night we made love under the full moon. What a simple sentence to write but it doesn't begin to do justice to what happened. The first time we made love it was great. We have made love so many times now and there have been some very special times, but nothing could compare with that. Then we made love a second time. He was going real fast but for some reason he started going really slow and I thought he was going to make love to me all night. The moonlight wrapped around us like a soft silver cocoon and our souls joined together as one in the power of our love. I have never ever felt anything like that in my entire life. Tony didn't even want to make love Sunday morning, he said he wanted to keep remembering what happened on Saturday night. It doesn't get any better than this!

Tuesday September 8, 1981 7:10 PM. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I think of all the girls I know who had sex one time and got pregnant and here I am making love to the most wonderful guy in the world and it isn't happening. It started on Sunday night while I was asleep and I made a big mess in our bed. Tony was here until this morning because of the holiday, but it didn't bother him. Why can't I get pregnant?

Monday October 12, 1981 9:00 PM. I'm pregnant! I didn't get my period last week even though I pretended that I had it when Tony was around. I hate lying to him but I want to be sure that everything is okay before I tell him. It has to be a special day, not that it won't be a special day. I know he will be so happy. I am so excited but I'm afraid as well. It's going to be hard but I can't wait to be a mother!

Thursday Oct 15, 1981 8:35 PM. I am going to tell Tony on Christmas Eve. I hope I am not showing too much before then but if I am I will deal with it. I have also decided that after I tell him that we will redo the playroom and use that as our bedroom and my bedroom will be the baby's room. It is time for me to put all that away and behind me. I am also going to tell him everything about me. No more secrets. I want to get it out of me once and for all. 

But the most painful ones to read were those of that last week and especially the tear stained page written the day before the accident.

Monday November 2, 1981 9:30 PM. I can't take much more of this! Why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be me? It has been so damn hard trying to hide this from Tony. I'm just glad that it didn't happen this weekend. He is going to be so devastated. I just hope he has the strength to get through it. I wish it was over. 

10:00 PM. My precious baby. I am so sorry that I will not get the chance to bring you into this world. To watch you live and grow. But I will be there, no matter where I am, to watch over and protect you. Whatever or whoever is doing this to me, they owe me that much.

The very last words that Katie wrote in her diary were the only ones she addressed to me directly.

10:45 PM. My dearest Tony. I know some day that you will be reading this. I hope and pray with all my heart that you have managed to find some happiness in your life. Just know this, I will always be there for you and on that day, when it is your time to leave this world, I will be waiting for you. Then we can be together again. Forever and ever and ever. With all my love, Katie

After I finished reading her diary for the second time, I wrapped it up again with the cloth and ribbon. I could feel Katie there with me the whole time but she didn't say anything. When I finally went to bed that night, she gave me a kiss and wrapped herself gently around me. After I got back to my office the next evening, I put it in the file cabinet that I have stored off my writings and other memories of that wonderful year with her. Prior to writing this story, there has been only one other time that I got it out and read it and even after all these years, her words still invoke a lot of very powerful emotions within me.

I am sure that a lot of folks after reading these little bits of Katie's most private thoughts are thinking that she had some deep problems and I agree. I have gotten a lot more knowledgeable about such things since I first read her diary and if I wanted to, I could put a name to those problems. With age comes wisdom, and sometimes that wisdom isn't always the nicest thing to acquire, especially when it comes from dealing with other problems in your life. I am also sure that some of you have questioned my sanity as well, what with the candles and talking to her spirit. I know that I have on more than one occasion. But learning all those new things about Katie did not change the way I felt about her one bit.

I also know that a lot of readers are going to be wondering about how I felt about her getting pregnant without telling me. By the time I found out about her being pregnant, eighteen years had already gone by and as I sit here and write this, twenty-nine years have gone by. As most of you know, trying to go back all those years and trying to put yourself in a situation like that is very hard and any thoughts or feelings that I could come up with would be questionable at best. But as I have said many times and many ways throughout this story, for that time we were together and especially the period from the end of January until the accident, I lived every minute of every day totally immersed in the love that I felt for her. That is about as good of an answer as I can give you.

The next year came and went like they always seem to do. My business had been slow for the first couple of months of 2000. All of my clients had spent a lot of money the year before and it took a while for things to balance out again, but I also needed a break as well. Business picked up in March and was back to what I considered a normal level again by April.

I was looking forward to seeing Elizabeth at the cemetery that year. November 3rd fell on a Friday and we had agreed by letter to meet at noon. The day was overcast and a little on the damp side, but she never showed up. I waited at the grave for a while and went over and sat on the bench until it was after 1:00 PM. I was worried about her and even thought about going over to her house, but I didn't want to cause any problems with Charlie. I took the two roses back over to Katie's grave and left them lying on the base of her tombstone. Then I waited another fifteen minutes and left.

I was concerned about her all weekend and then on Monday morning around 11:00 AM, my phone rang. I answered it and I heard a woman's voice on the other end say, "I'm going to kill a couple of idiot doctors!"

I laughed and said, "Elizabeth. I was worried about you."

She said, "Idiots! I went in to my regular doctor early on Friday morning for a checkup. He started listening to my heart and got all excited. He said I was going to drop dead if I didn't get to the hospital right away. So they called the ambulance and off I went. I got poked and tested and tested and poked. Finally my heart doctor came in on Sunday and he asked what other medications I was taking and I told him. Turns out that something the first idiot gave me was causing something the second idiot gave me to make things sound worse than they really were. He asked if I had told the first idiot what he had given me and I said yes! Then the first idiot showed up in my room and both of them got into a yelling contest, but they finally agreed on something and let me go this morning," and of course I was roaring with laughter the whole time. 

I replied, "I'm just glad that you are alright."

Elizabeth went on, "I'm so sorry Tony. I was really looking forward to seeing you again. That last kiss never made the newspaper so I thought we'd give it another shot." I laughed again as she finished with, "I'll be going over to the cemetery this afternoon and I'll take care of the vase and the roses."

"Thank you Elizabeth," I said.

She replied, "I will let you get back to work."

I said, "Again, I'm just glad that you are okay."

Her parting words before hanging up the phone were, "I have to see if I can find that old baseball bat that we had here. There are a couple of idiot doctors that I'm going to knock over the head, drag to the river and drown!"

I laughed for a good five minutes after she got off the phone.

The next year business was steady, but I was starting to get tired of the never ending stress. If I called to get my truck fixed, or to make a dentist or doctor appointment, I got told to stand in line. But everyone seemed to think that they were going to die if their damn computer wasn't fixed right away. That and the fact, that I always seemed to be running into strange problems that supposedly no one else in the world was having, was getting old.

Everyone knows what happened in New York City on Sept 11, 2001. I knew that Jean's office was located far enough away from where everything happened, but I was still concerned. I tried to call a few times that day but I could not get through. Finally late Thursday afternoon, she called me and we talked for a while. She was very upset, not that everybody wasn't, but this really hit Jean hard. In all the years that we had been talking, I had never heard her sound so scared. She was also angry but that didn't mask the fear I heard in her voice.

That week I also started having another affair. I always kept my distance emotionally while having them in the past, but this one was different. The sex was really good and she was such a great person that after a few weeks I fell in love with her. Not the same kind of all consuming kind of love that I had felt for Katie, but love comes in different ways between different people. As we had done the previous year, Elizabeth and I had agreed to meet at the cemetery. This was the twentieth anniversary of Katie's passing and it fell on a Saturday. Elizabeth had some things to do in the morning so I said that I would be there for 2:00 PM. 

I got to the cemetery a few minutes early. The sun was shining and it was warm for that time of year. I waited at Katie's grave like the last time, but Elizabeth never showed up. I sat on the bench for a while as well. It was 3:30 PM before I left after leaving the roses on her tombstone. I was concerned, but after what had happened the pervious year, not too much.

She had written in her last letter to me, "I'm not going anywhere near those idiots for a week before!"

I was expecting her to call me again but it never happened. I had also found out that week that the husband of the woman I had been seeing was getting transferred out of state and that they were going to be moving, very much against her wishes, before the end of the year. Needless to say, I was getting a bit of an attitude about the first week in November. The week and then the weekend passed and there was still no call or letter from her, then Monday morning around 10:00 AM my phone rang. 

I answered it and I heard the voice of an older sounding man ask, "Is this Tony?"

I said, "Yes it is."

"You are the guy who was in love with my wife," he went on.

I got really concerned and asked, "Who is this?"

He replied, "This is Charlie, Elizabeth's husband." This was the first time I had ever talked to him and I was shocked that he would call me, but I also suspected the worst, which was confirmed as he said, "Elizabeth passed away last Saturday morning. They said that she died in her sleep from a heart attack around 5:30 AM."

I said, "I am so very sorry to hear that Charlie. She was a very great and special lady."

He went on, "I didn't hear a thing. I woke up around 8:00 AM and she was lying there with the sweetest smile on her face. Her funeral was on Thursday. I was going to call you about it but," and he never finished the sentence.

I replied, "That is okay. Where is she buried?"

"Next to her first husband and daughter," he answered. "I told her years ago that I wanted us to be buried together but she said her grave was paid for and since there was a plot waiting for me along side of my first wife that there was no sense in wasting the ground or the money."

I laughed a little and said, "That does sound like her."

Charlie agreed, "There was no use in arguing with her once her mind was made up. He paused and went on, "I have something for you. She made me promise a few years back that if anything happened to her, that I had to make sure that you got that damn old candle back."

I said, "I can be at the cemetery tomorrow around 2:00 PM. If you want to go in the morning and leave it by Katie's grave, I'll get it from there."

"Oh no," he replied, "She also made me promise that I would hand it to you in person. She said that if anything happened to it, that she would come back and haunt me for the rest of my days." I laughed again and he said, "I'll see you there at 2:00 PM," and hung up the phone.

I was very sad at this news but I was glad that she had gone peacefully. Elizabeth had lived a long and a good life and despite the pain of losing her husband, daughter, and grandchild, she never let it affect her life and her love for others.

I called Jean, got her voicemail, so I hit the button to get her secretary and said, "I need to talk to Jean."

The secretary said, "She is busy on another call."

I didn't feel like playing phone tag or waiting so I replied, "Tell her that Katie's Tony is calling and that it is very important."

She sighed and said, "I'll try," and put me on hold.

After a minute or so, Jean came on and asked, "What's up?"

I said, "Elizabeth died last Saturday."

It was quiet for a little while, then she said, "Hold on." She dropped the phone on the desk and a few seconds later I heard a door slam shut. I heard her pick up the phone and she said, "Tell me about it."

I told her that Charlie had called and what he said.

She sighed a little, then I heard her start crying and she said softly, "The same day as Katie."

I replied, "Yes."

Still lightly crying Jean said, "I knew that it was just a matter of time. But I am going to miss her."

I said, "I am too Jean."

She asked where she was buried and I told her. I also told her that Charlie had something to give to me and that I was meeting him there tomorrow.

"That other candle I guess," she said.

I said "Yes."

I had told Jean about the candles a few years before, but she didn't believe that they had any kind of power or magic. She thought that Katie's spirit was just something that I had made up, so I never mentioned any of it again after that.

It was quiet for a few seconds then I said, "Jean, Elizabeth told me about Katie being pregnant."

She let out another sigh and replied, "Oh fuck! When did she tell you?"

I answered, "Two years ago when we met at the cemetery."

Another quiet period went by and then she said, "Keep Thursday night free."

I replied, "I can do that."

Jean asked, "Are you still going to Harrisburg?"

I answered, "I don't have any business down there this week."

She said, "I'll find someplace closer. Damn it! I need a break. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know when and where," then she hung up the phone.

I thought, "This is going to be interesting."

The lady that I had been seeing was going to be away with her husband starting Wednesday morning so we weren't going to be getting together that week. On Tuesday, Jean called me around 1:00 PM and told me to meet her at one of the resort hotels up in the Poconos area north of Stroudsburg PA.

Jean told me the room number and said, "Be there for 5:00 PM and just come right up to the room," then she hung up the phone without saying another word, but then being polite was never one of Jean's strong points

The next day I was back at the cemetery and in my left hand was a white rose for Elizabeth's grave. As I headed over to where they were buried I saw an old man standing there leaning on a cane with his left hand and he had a plastic shopping bag in his right hand. He was tall and not overly skinny but not fat either and he turned towards me as I got closer.

I extended my right hand and said, "Hello Charlie."

He waited a few seconds, then moved the bag to his left hand and extended his right hand and grasped mine in a strong handshake. 

Charlie quietly said, "Hello Tony." He looked me in the eye for a few seconds, before saying, "I have to tell you. I have hated you for all these years. I felt that Elizabeth didn't love me completely because of her writing all those letters to you." He paused and went on, "But I was wrong. She had told that when her time came that there was a box of items in the one closet that she wanted to buried with. On top of the box was a letter that she written to me a couple of few years ago. She told me that she loved me and while she cared very deeply about you, that I was her true love. She also said that if I didn't believe it, I should think long and hard about who it was that she went to bed with every night for all these years." He paused again then finished with, "So I want to apologize to you and to her. I was wrong and I feel like a damn fool!"




Katie's Love Ch. 09



I saw a tear come down his face and I replied, "That's not necessary Charlie. I understand."

He pointed to a grave that was in the next row over and a few tombstones to the right of where we were standing and said, "That is where my first wife is buried. Elizabeth always said that was close enough for her to keep an eye on me."

I smiled and asked, "Can I ask what was in that box?"

Charlie said, "There was a photo album with pictures of her daughter. She told me that she didn't want them showing up at some flea market or auction after we were both gone and there was a green set of silk clothes, I guess they were pajama's. I don't know, I never saw her wear them."

I replied, "Those belonged to Katie. I had given them to her for Christmas."

He said, "Well that explains that. The last thing really has me puzzled, it was that damn old ruler of hers." I laughed and he asked, "Do you know why?"

I answered, "No. She just told me that it was her spanking ruler," which of course I was lying, I knew why she had him put that in there, but some things are best left unsaid. 

He handed me the bag and said, "Before I forget, this is one thing that I am glad to be rid of."

I looked inside. The candle was wrapped up in newspaper and along side of it was an envelope with my name on it.

I said, "Thank you Charlie. I really appreciate this."

He replied, "Don't thank me, thank her. I would have just tossed it out in the trash. She also said that you were to get that envelope and that what was in there was none of my damn business."

I looked down at where Elizabeth was buried, then walked over to the temporary grave marker and laid the white rose in front of it. I stood there silently for a few minutes and walked back over to where Charlie was standing.

He looked at me and said, "The doctors told me to stop drinking a few years ago and of course she had something to say about it as well. But I really could use a beer and I would like it very much if you would join me."

I didn't have anything else planned for that afternoon but that wouldn't have mattered much even if I had.

I answered, "Charlie, I would like that very much."

I walked over to Katie's grave for a few quiet seconds and then we both walked out of the cemetery. I followed him over to a bar that wasn't too far away from the cemetery. After we had sat at the bar, I ordered a draft, Charlie got a bottle of his favorite beer and we made a toast to Elizabeth. 

After his first taste, he said, "It's been too long since I last had one of these. This is the only beer worth drinking in my book."

We sat there and talked for long time. We talked about Elizabeth and I told him about Katie as well. He told me a little about the day that Elizabeth had cleaned out Katie's bedroom.

Charlie said, "The last thing she took down was a small white box, like something that jewelry comes in? She went over to her sewing stuff, got some white cloth out and wrapped the box in it and then tied it with a pink ribbon. The next thing I know, she was out back in her garden digging a hole. She looked at that box for a couple of minutes, placed in the hole and put about half of the dirt on top of it and the next day there was a pink rose bush filling up the rest of the hole. I asked but I never got told what was going on." He paused and asked, "Do you know what was in that box?"

I thought for a few seconds then I answered, "I'm pretty sure that it was the watch that Katie was wearing when she had the accident. Elizabeth showed it to me one time."

He said, "Now I understand."

Of course we talked about fishing. I haven't mentioned it much but I did some fishing from time to time. I still got a license every year and once in a great while would just take off and go fishing for a couple of hours, usually at a lake someplace. Sometimes I would even get ambitious enough to bait the hook. One beer turned into two and it was looking like it was going to turn into three but I decided that it was time for me to get going. I offered to pay the tab but Charlie refused.

He said, "I think I'm going to have one more. It ain't gonna hurt nothing."

I replied, "It has been a real pleasure sir."

Charlie answered, "Yes it has. Take care of yourself."

We shook hands and I said, I said, "You do the same," and I got up and left the bar. 

I drove back to my office and after I got there, I took Elizabeth's candle out of the bag and carefully unwrapped it. I went and got Katie's candle as well from it's hiding place. I lit that one first as it always did, it flickered, and flared up, then danced a little as I felt her presence come into the room. I lit the other candle, which took a little to catch and when it did, the flame was low and soft. Which I thought was strange because in the past, when lit at the same time and in the same place, the flames of the candles always moved and acted as one.

I called out softly "Katie?" and the flame on her candle brightened and danced a little while the other one was soft and still. I sat there quietly for a few minutes then I felt another presence in the room. I looked at the other candle and asked, "Elizabeth?" The flame brightened a little and shook a little while Katie's candle stayed still. I sat there for a while and thought, "I really losing my mind now. This can't be happening."

I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter, which was undated and read.

Dear Tony

There is so much that I want to say and I could use up three pens and never get all the words out but I am going to keep this short.

It has been a real honor and a joy to know you all these years and I am so damn proud that my Katie fell in love with you. Your love for her has been a bright light to me all this time and I know how very hard that it is has been for you. And while she is still here in her special way, I know that it could never compare to the feelings you had each and every time that you made love to her. I know that this is a strange way for a mother to be talking about her daughter but having known a little of what she felt, I have no regrets in doing so.

I also know that your life has not been the best all these years and I can't begin to tell you how many times I wished that there was something that I could do to change this for you. You helped me get through one of the most terrible times of my life and while I know that I helped you as well, if you hadn't been there, I really don't know what I would have done. I had no regrets then and I have none now. Each and every time that you gave me your love helped me to find a little more strength to get through those dark days.

I have truly loved Charlie for all these years for who he is and what he has done for me, but know that I have also loved you too. By the time you are reading this, I will be gone from this earth, but I do hope with all of my heart and my soul, that one day, you will find the happiness in this life that you deserve.

With all of my love forever.

Elizabeth

I sat there for a little while, then I looked over at Elizabeth's candle and softly said, "I love you too Elizabeth."

Katie kissed me and said, "She knows Tony."

I sat there for the better part of an hour I enjoyed the feeling of both of them and I could tell that they were happy to be together again.

Finally after saying "I love you," to both of them, I blew the candles out.

I placed both of them in the place where I kept Katie's candle hid. 

"This was going to be interesting," were my final thoughts for the day.

Thursday came around and I got to the resort at 5:00 PM. But when I tried to go up the elevator, I couldn't get the button for her floor, which was at the very top, to work. I went out to the registration desk and said that I was meeting someone and gave them the room number. It was a concierge floor and I needed a room key card to get up there. So they called her room, she gave them the okay to give me a key and I went up to her room. Even though I had a key, I still knocked on the door.

Jean opened it and said, "You could have let yourself in."

I let out the first of what was going to be many sighs of the evening as I walked it. I took a quick look around the room. It was definitely first class all the way. Full bar, a small dining table with four chairs, living room area with a couch and a couple of matching upholstered chairs, a walk-in closet, and of course a king sized bed. 

I said, "Wow, this is great."

She said "It's not bad for being out in the sticks. It will do for tonight." I took a good look at her. Her dark red hair was cut short but it was still long enough to flip and move as she turned her head. She was wearing a black silk pajama outfit. Kind of like the ones that Katie always wore, except this one had long tails coming down from the top that were split up the sides to her waist. Jean walked over to me and said. "I have warn you about something."

"What?" I asked.

She pulled the top open and showed me her breasts. They were smaller than they had been when we had been together five years ago and were sagging a bit. 

Jean said, "I didn't tell you about this, but my implants were giving me some problems so I had them out back in August. The doctor said it was best to give things a rest for a little before getting another set."

I inquired, "Does this mean that they are off limits?" as she closed her top.

She laughed and replied, "Hell no. Have all the fun you want with them." I laughed as well and she said, "Let's get supper ordered, I'm starved." We walked over the dining table and she handed me a room service menu that was lying there. I read it for a little while then told her what to get me and she called down and placed the order. After she was done, she said, "It's going to be about thirty minutes. You want a drink?"

I said "Sure," and we went over to the bar. Jean said, "I figured you would," and she pulled out a bottle of Scotch which I could tell from the label that was the brand that I always drank. She commented, "This is only 18 years old. I should have had them get me a bottle of the good stuff. But once we finish this off I call down and see what they have."

The bottle was full and I thought, "Jeez Jean? Finish it off?" I could drink with the best of them but splitting a fifth of single malt Scotch was still some heavy duty drinking.

She got out a couple of low cocktail glasses and asked, "Still on the rocks?"

I answered, "Yep."

There was an ice bucket sitting on the bar. Jean opened it and dropped a few ice cubes in the one glass and after saying, "Oh What the hell," dropped a few in the other glass as well, then she just about filled both glasses with Scotch and handed one to me.

I raised mine towards her and said, "To Elizabeth."

Jean smiled, touched her glass against mine, and said, "To Elizabeth." We took a drink and she said, "Lets go sit down until supper gets here." We walked over to living room area and she commented, "You are pretty casual tonight."

I replied as I sat on the couch, "I changed at the office before I left to come up here."

I had on jeans, a dark green flannel shirt and work boots.

"Traveling light as well," she remarked seeing that I didn't have a suitcase with me.

I replied, "I changed everything. I figure I won't be wearing these for too long and they will be good for tomorrow."

Jean laughed and we started talking in between sips of whiskey. The conversation was pretty light to start with, work and life type subjects, but then it got serious.

Jean said, "I was hoping that Elizabeth would have never told you about Katie being pregnant, especially after all these years." She let out a long sigh and continued, "I told Katie that she should have talked to you about it when she started trying. She said that you would be okay with it, but I told her what she was doing wasn't right." I just sat quietly and took another sip of Scotch as Jean finished with, "She told me that it was going to be your Christmas present."

I quietly replied, "I was going to give her an engagement ring."

Jean shook her head a little and said, "Katie had been trying for a few months before she actually got pregnant."

I said, "I know Jean. She stopped taking her birth control pills in July."

She got a look of surprise on her face and asked, "How did you know about that?"

I replied, "Katie kept a diary of when we were together. Elizabeth gave it to me after she told me about the pregnancy."

Jean said, "She used to keep one back in high school, but she never told me about that one."

I said, "Katie left this one for Elizabeth to find with a note to give it to me at some point. She must have gotten rid of the other one."

Jean replied, "I don't know."

Just then there was knock at the door and a male voice called out, "Room service."

Jean answered the door and I walked over to the table. I had only drank about one third of my Scotch but she had pretty much finished her drink off. She sat down and the waiter served us supper and poured the wine that came along with it as well. Supper was great, we had both ordered steaks and mine was so tender that I hardly had to use a knife to cut it with. I like my steaks done medium well and this was cooked perfectly. Jean had ordered her steak cooked rare, well to call it cooked was really stretching it in my book. There was a thin layer of brown on the outside and most of it was bloody red meat. 

She said, "I don't know how you can eat that shoe leather," as she took another bite of meat that was dripping with blood.

I looked at her, smiled, and said, "Some of us are civilized enough that we don't have to eat raw meat any more." She laughed, then started choking a little and I asked, "Are you okay?"

Jean coughed a few times and answered, "Civilized my ass. You are the one who looks like he just crawled out of the woods!"

I picked up my wineglass and said, "Touché," then we touched glasses and that was the end of that subject.

After supper she insisted that I get undressed. As I was doing so, she went in the bathroom, got one of the hotel bathrobes and bought it back over to the bed where I was sitting on. The room had a big closet and she gathered up my clothes and put them in there. I got off the bed, put the bathrobe on and Jean went and topped off both of our Scotches. I sat down on the couch and she sat on one of the chairs.

She asked me, "Do you still have that green bathrobe that Katie got for you?"

I said, "No," and proceeded to tell her what had happened to it.

She shook her head and replied, "She had me get that for her. What a shame."

I said, "Yes, and no, I don't want another one."

Jean laughed and said back to me, "I must be rubbing off on you," and we touched glasses again in another toast. Jean then asked with a bit of a smirk on her face, "So how is your ghost doing these days?"

I answered back, "She is doing fine."

I knew Katie was there in the room as I had felt her presence lightly a few times.

Jean said, "I think it is very sweet but I know that it isn't for real. I've done a lot of reading and things like that just don't happen," and she leaned forward in the chair with her elbows resting on the arms as she waited for my reply.

I looked at her and softly said, "Katie, don't you think that it is time to say hello to Jean."

Jean shook her head back and forth and then stopped and looked me with a very skeptical look. She started to say something but I saw her hair start moving back from her face as if a gust of wind had blown by. Her eyes got really big and her hands started shaking. She set the glass down on the arm of the chair but stayed seated as she was. Her mouth opened but nothing came out and her eyes got bigger and her breathing got heavier.

After about ten seconds, she said in a very scared sounding voice, "No, it can't be. It can't be," and she looked up and out into the room

I replied, "Just relax Jean. Let her in."

Her breathing got even heavier and then tears started forming in her eyes.

"Oh my God," she said softly, "It is her." I just sat there smiling as Jean said, "I love you Katie. I miss you," and then she shuddered and looked at me in surprise. As she slowly regained her composure she asked, "What was that?"

I said, "That Jean, is Katie's kiss."

"Damn it!" she replied, "That was unreal."

I answered, "The first few times it felt weird, but now, it's the most wonderful thing in the world," and just then Katie gave me a kiss. I closed my eyes, bent my head back a little and then I felt her leave. Jean looked at me and I said, "She said to have fun."

Jean was still shaken by all of this and she asked, "She was there in Harrisburg, wasn't she?"

I replied, "Yes she was Jean. That is what you were feeling." 

Jean got quiet for a little while and asked me, "From what I have read about ghosts and spirits, whatever she is, usually they are still here for a reason. Do you know what it is?"

I looked her for a few seconds before answering, "There are two reasons that I can feel. The one she won't tell me what it is, but the other I do know and I have known for a long time."

She asked me, "And that is?"

I looked her in the eye and said, "Katie is waiting for me."

We just sat silently like that for a while, then Jean got this wicked little smile on her face and said, "Oh Katie! I'm going to fuck your boyfriend's brains out!" and just then her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered violently. She pulled her head down and asked, "What the fuck was that?"

I asked her to describe exactly what she had felt.

She did and I answered, "That was a giggle."

"Fuck!" Jean said, "I will never get used to this." I smiled as Jean asked, "Are you ready?"

I said "Yes," and I started to get up off of the couch.

She replied, "Stay there. Just move over to the center," which I did.

Jean opened the tie that held her top closed, pulled that off, and then her pants. Her cunt was shaved just like the last time. She walked over, spread my legs and got across my left knee. She brought her right arm up behind her back and after taking it with my left hand, I threaded my legs into hers. I always knew that Jean was rich, but I had done some research on the Internet a few months ago and I was surprised to find out just how rich and powerful she was.

I was thinking about this when I heard her say, "One million dollars."

"What?" I asked.

Jean said, "That is what it cost these days for anyone else to have me over their knee like this." I thought for a second, pulled back and dropped a hard slap on her right ass cheek. "Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed as it caught her by surprise and then she started laughing. 

I said, "At thirty plus thousand dollars a slap, I might as well get my money's worth!"

I dropped another hard one on her left cheek and started playing with her cunt. The rest of the ten and twenty went on as usual. After it was done, we both stood up and kissed for a long time, then Jean peeled the bathrobe off of me and we headed over to the bed. The foreplay seemed to go on forever, first with fingers and then with tongues. I spent a long time eating her to climax after climax and then I got on top of her and we had a nice long screw as well. Even thought I had been seeing another woman on a regular basis and had some strong feelings about her, it was pretty damn easy to get lost in the passion with Jean. The feelings were every bit as strong as the first time that we had been together five years ago and it ended about twenty minutes after I started screwing her with both of us having powerful orgasms. We cleaned the sperm and the pussy juice off of each other with our mouths and tongues and after a long and deep kiss, settled down on the bed. Jean got off and got both of our glasses. Mine was still half full and her glass was about empty again. 




Katie's Love Ch. 10



Writers Note

This the tenth chapter of my story. This covers the years from 2002 until August 2008 and the bulk of it is what happened on one very special and wonderful night that happened that month. A night that many will find hard to believe, but I was there as the power and beauty of Katie's love was shown once again.

When I originally laid out how I wanted to tell the story I had planned on it being eleven chapters in all. But there was one event that would have been at the end of this chapter, that I felt deserved it's own chapter and this lets me tell a lot of more what happened there. So there will be twelve chapters in all to the story.

I would also like to extend my condolences to a very special fan of mine here on Literotica who has also become a special friend as well. She just had a terrible loss in her life and 'C', my heart goes out to you.

T

Things started to change for me in 2002. I had started a small part time business selling antiques back when we lived down in Harrisburg. It was specialized and mainly just something to do to pay for additions to my own collection. At the end of December in 2001 I had seen a house that was being remodeled that had a couple of storefronts in a small town fifteen miles from where my office was. I stopped in one day and talked to the building owner who was doing the remodeling. The lease on my office was up for renewal at the end of February and I was ready for a change of scenery. I made the arrangements with the owner of the building that I looked at and moved into the place in the middle of February. At first I just ran the computer business out of there but within a few months I opened up and started selling antiques as well.

Up to that point I used to always wear a suit and tie every day, but I soon stopped doing that unless it was to go see a corporate type client. Most days I just wore jeans and a work shirt. I started to let my hair grow long as well, one of those mid-life crisis type deals I guess. As time went on, it got long enough to the point of where I could pull it back into a ponytail. The first day that I did that, I was sitting at my computer, when I felt Katie giggle, then give a couple of tugs on it, and then give me a kiss and it wasn't the last time that it happened either. I also started letting my beard come back over the winter months. That never gets real full, it tends to stay close to my face so I keep it trimmed and it would shave it off once the weather got warm again. One day I was taking some photos of some items to sell on-line and I took a picture of my head and emailed it to Jean.

She called me on Tuesday as always, and as soon as I answered the phone I heard, "You old fucking hippie! Nice pubes except they are on the wrong end of the dick!" which I should have expected.

I kept lighting both candles once a month or so, and while Elizabeth never once spoke to me, I knew that she was there. Then one day at the beginning of May of 2002, her candle would not light. I tried with my lighter and then by holding the wick over Katie's candle which I always lit first, but nothing worked. I sat there for a while wondering what was going on.

Katie was there and after some time passed she kissed me and said, "She is happy now Tony. She is happy now."

I thought about that for a little and I suspected what had happened, so the next day I made a trip up the cemetery. After stopping for a little while at Katie's and Elizabeth's graves, I walked over in the direction where Charlie had said that his first wife was buried. There was a fresh grave with a temporary maker with his name on it. I paid my respects for a little while and then headed back to my truck. I sat there for a couple of minutes, then headed over to the bar when he and I had shared a few beers that one day, and got a six-pack of his favorite brand. I went back to the cemetery and walked to his grave with a bottle concealed in my coat pocket.

I pulled it out, opened it and said with a smile, "One more ain't gonna hurt nothing," then I poured it on his grave.

The rest of the six-pack I took care of over the next couple of nights in the usual fashion. Every year after that when I made my trip to the cemetery with the roses for Katie and Elizabeth on November 3rd, I would have a bottle of beer for Charlie in my coat as well.

A year and half after I had moved into the store, the owner, with whom I got along really well, sold the building and the new landlord was a complete asshole. But the first guy started working on another property a few blocks up the street from where I was a few months later. I gave my notice and in February 2004, I moved up to that location where I still am today, and with the same landlord I might add. By that time I was focusing more on the antiques business but I still had a few computer clients although I was done with that all of that in another year. One of things I had the landlord do as he was working on my new store was to put in a concealed shelf inside the one wall that I could hide the candles on. I know, sounds crazy, but I didn't want to take the chance of losing them in the event of a burglary. There is just something weird about them, and yes, they are still the same size as they were that night that I first lit them at Katie's house.

In the fall of 2004, Jean told me about a blonde girl named Karen that wanted to get into the porn business. Jean said "Her family has money and she is a bored rich kid. She came in with all kinds of ideas, none of which I knew were going to work as far as making money. She wanted to do this and she wanted to do that and it mostly a lot of that soft porn romantic crap. I told her that we have tried that and it just doesn't fly, the customers want action. I was ready to show her the door but she offered to pay for all the costs of doing her first film. I told her that it was a waste of money but it was her money and not mine."

Jean went on, "Karen was a real pain in the ass to work with. She had her own script of course and she didn't want any of our usual guys so she picked one of the guys that does set work for us. He has average looks and a very average dick. Plus, she isn't shaved, not her cunt or under her arms. Some customers like that, but most don't and her underwear looks like something my grandmother would wear! And no spanking, none at all, not even play slaps while they were screwing. She did most of her own directing and editing. I watched the film, it was okay, although I thought it was a little boring at times. Nice creampie shot at the end though. So we made a page for her off of the main website and damn if it didn't take off. In a month we put her on her own webpage. It totally surprised the hell out of me and she is getting a lot of hits from women, like forty percent, which is unheard of in this business. She's done a second film and it's been even more popular."

I asked, "I guess you learned something new?"

Jean said, "Hell yes and I paid her back for the first film."

Jean sent me the link to her page. I couldn't watch the movies because I was still on a dial-up connection, but looking at the preview stills, I could tell that Karen was a good looking girl in her late twenties. She had a little more weight on her than the average porn starlet that Jean was pushing with big natural breasts and that great blonde bush.

The last Tuesday in February 2005 Jean called me and for the most part it was the usual Jean phone call, but for some reason she sounded different, almost happy, which was very unusual for her. 

Jean said, "I have something to talk to you about Tony."

I said, "Go ahead."

She asked, "Do you remember me telling you about Karen?"

I answered, "That good looking pain in the ass blonde with the big boobs who doesn't shave?"

Jean laughed and replied, "Yes, that is the one. I have really gotten to like her. We were working in here Friday afternoon talking about her next shoot and she asked me if I was doing anything for supper. I rarely go out with any of the girls here and if I do, it is usually a bunch of us that go out together, but I said what the hell. We went out for supper and I had a good time, then she asked if I wanted to go hit a club with her. I wasn't going to, but I hadn't been out dancing in a long time, so I thought why not. We both went home, changed clothes, then I picked her up with the limo and we headed to a dance club. I had a great time! We danced and danced, not just with each other but other guys and girls. The last song of the night was a slow song, we headed out together and she moved in real close to me. All evening I had these feelings about her but I hadn't said anything. About halfway though the song she looked me in the eye, then she kissed me. At first I resisted but then I gave into it. Tony, that was a kiss!"

I laughed and said, "It sure sounds like it."

Jean went on, "I didn't want it to end. After the song ended, we went back to our table and I asked her if she wanted to come up to my place for a while. She said, "I'd like that very much, Jean," so we left and headed to my home." Jean paused and said, "She is just like you."

"How?" I asked.

"Karen makes love with her heart first and her body second," Jean said. "I haven't felt that good with anyone except you in a very long time and I think you know who I am talking about. She stayed there all night and Saturday night as well. I called the office on Saturday morning and told them I wasn't coming in and we spent the whole day together and not just in bed. We talked about all kinds of things, music, art, movies, books, you name it. We went food shopping Saturday afternoon and she cooked a great supper for us and made breakfast on Sunday as well. She had to go someplace Sunday afternoon and isn't going to be back until tomorrow, something about family business. I really hated to see her leave and I have been missing her ever since." She paused and said softly, "I don't know what I am going to do."

I asked, "Why? She sounds great."

Jean answered, "She is, too great maybe. Suppose it was just a weekend of fun for her? I can't believe I'm feeling like this. A big part of me doesn't want to feel like this. Damn it!"

I said, "Jean, you have been hiding from love for too damn long. If feels real, go for it. I remember you telling me a long time ago that I would never find another Katie, that if she was out there, that she would find me."

"Damn you," she replied and added, "Son of a bitch," and she started crying a little.

"You have more balls than any other woman that I have ever met, Jean," I said, "And I know you have never walked away from a fight. So what is the worst that can happen here? It doesn't work and you just go back to being your usual lonely miserable self who hides behind her work. You have had quite a life Jean, now how about doing some living?"

She said, "You know Tony, my brain wants to reach through this phone and slap the shit out of you, but my heart knows that you are right." 

I replied, "If I was in your shoes, there would be no question or doubt at all. Hell Jean, if I had the opportunity to go back and relive those twelve wonderful months with Katie, even knowing the whole time what was going to happen, do you think for one fucking second I would not go back?"

"I know you would," she said, "I guess I will just have to wait and see."

I replied, "Let me know how it all works out. But do me one favor? Instead of spending tonight preparing yourself for worst that can happen, try preparing yourself for the best?"

She finished with, "I'll try. Well I've made a mess of both of our days. I'll talk to you soon," and she hung up the phone.

I got an email from her on Friday but she didn't mention this subject at all. The next Tuesday morning I got a box delivered by Fed-Ex with an address label from Jean's company. It was a long square box about the size and shape to hold a bottle of wine. I opened the box and inside was a note and something wrapped with a lot of bubble wrap. 

The note read, "Tony. I know you don't want any gifts from me but I'm pretty sure that you won't send this back or pour it down the drain. I want to say thank you. I'm scared as all hell with what I am feeling right now but sometimes you have to take that chance and let love come back into your life. Love Jean.

Underneath that in a different handwriting was, "Tony. I also want to say thank you. Love you! Karen."

I smiled and put the note down. I carefully opened the box and there was a bottle of my favorite single malt Scotch, except, this one was twenty-five years old. I looked the up the price on-line and was very surprised at how much it cost. I never did any drinking before suppertime as a rule, but rules are made to be broken. I had an advertising shot glass at the shop that one of my PC suppliers given out a while back. After I washed and dried it, I carefully opened the bottle and poured me a shot making real sure not to lose a drop, then I sipped and savored it for a long time. Heaven may not come in a glass bottle, but this was pretty damn close. I kept that bottle at the shop and made it last a good six months.

In September of 2005, Karen moved in with Jean. And while Jean was still Jean most of the time, by then it was easy to hear the smile in her voice any time she talked about Karen. She told me that Karen had taken over all the household chores at her place.

Jean said, "The damn maid quit the week before Karen moved in and I hadn't gotten around to finding another one."

I asked, "That was what, the seventh one this year?"

She replied, "Eight, there was one that only lasted two days that I didn't tell you about. Anyway I told Karen that I would hire someone but she wouldn't hear of it. She really likes doing that shit, just like Katie. The only room she won't go near is my playroom. I showed it to her right after we started dating and she wouldn't even walk through the door. It isn't worth the hassle to hire someone to clean just that, so guess who is cleaning her own playroom these days?"

I sat there quietly for a few seconds with the image in my head of Jean dressed in a French maid costume merrily dancing around as she cleaned her playroom.

Then I heard, "Fuck you Tony!" and I laughed as she added, "Besides I have no fucking idea where my French maid outfit is anymore."

I replied, "One of these days you are going to have to tell me how you pull off that mind reading trick over the damn telephone."

Jean laughed and said, "I don't have to be a damn mind reader to know what you are thinking!" and we both had a good laugh.

One Sunday later that month, I had to make a trip to a place down along the Delaware river, north of Philadelphia. There was a small section of Interstate highway that I needed to travel on that ran south of Bethlehem PA to get to the road that led down to where I was headed. The ride down was okay but on the way back I could see that traffic was backed up on the Interstate in the direction that I needed to go, so I just stayed on the back roads. As it happened, the street I drove on was three blocks over from where Katie's house was. I hadn't been by there since the weekend after she died back in 1981, but I decided to go take a look. Katie came to me lightly as I drove down the streets.

The neighborhood in general had gone down hill. Not that anything ever stays the same, but this was just not nice to see. As I remembered the walks we used to take on Wednesday evenings, I drove down the street where her house was on the opposite side and I pulled over in front of what used to be Mrs. Johnson's house. Katie's house was for sale and must have been for some time. The lawn hadn't been mowed and the shrubs were very overgrown. It was also easy to tell that who ever had owned it last, had not taken very good care of the house. The front door and windows needed painting, the roof looked like it needed to be replaced and one of the gutters on the side of the house was hanging down. 

I heard Katie say softly, "My house looks so sad Tony."

I replied, "I know Katie. It is a real shame."

She kissed me and after sitting there for another minute, I got back on the road. The radio station that she used to listen to, had changed to a different musical format, but I found another one that played the same soft and easy music that she used to love. Katie stayed with me for the rest of the trip back to my shop.

At the end of November 2005, my Internet provider finally came up with a reasonably priced cable modem service for small businesses so I made the switch over. Jean had been bugging me to do that for a long time and of course, even offered to pay for it. I emailed her and told her that I was officially high speed. She sent me an email back that had an full access password to all of her websites, a link to download some software, and a registration key number for that software. 

The software was for video-conferencing and her note about that was, "I own the company that wrote it so don't give me any grief." 

I got it installed and working with my mic and camera. I had to register on a server, which I did, and then I sent Jean my user ID.

She sent me another email saying, "Be online Tuesday at the usual time," which was 4:00 PM when she would usually call.

Over the next few days I got to check out a few of her websites. Most were okay, mainly sweet young things getting fucked by a bodybuilder type guy with a fire hose for a cock. But I did check out Karen's videos and I liked those the best. I won't lie, the thought of having a three way with her and Jean passed through my mind a few times and my cock liked the idea as well. Tuesday arrived, I went online with the software, then Jean popped on and said, "Finally, you are out of the damn Stone Age!"

That was the beginning of the next chapter in our friendship. The chats lasted usually ten to twenty minutes. Once in while Karen would be there and it was easy to see why Jean had fallen in love with her and it was also easy to see watching Jean's face, just how much in love with her that she was. Karen was a lot of fun to talk to and she would have a lot of fun teasing Jean as well. Occasionally, Jean would also have one of her newest porn stars come in and do a strip for me. I will tell you, nothing beats having a twenty-one inch monitor filled side to side with a shaved cunt a Tuesday afternoon.

Of course these chats were a perfect opportunity to do some ball busting with Jean. I had been busting her chops for a long time as we had talked on the phone, but it was a hell of a lot more fun being able to see her face as I did it. She had sent me a link to a movie that they had just finished. There was a girl, who couldn't have weighed ninety pounds if that much, and whose ass couldn't have been more than fourteen inches across, getting rammed in her asshole for twenty minutes by a guy with a dick that was over two and one half inches thick.

I asked Jean, "I have a question. How many days did she have to wear a diaper after she did that video?" 

Jean laughed, "She was fine," then she paused and said, "But we keep a few here just in case."

I said back to her, "That is a hell of way to make a living."

Jean replied, "You know the old saying Tony, if you want to be a lumberjack that you had better be able to handle your end of the log. She knew what she was getting into or should I say, what was going to be getting into her."

I asked, "So Jean, back in the day, how many times did you have to wear a diaper after a hard ass fuck shoot?"

Jean got this nasty look on her face as she leaned real close to the camera and said, "Shut up!" and I roared with laugher. Then she added, "Just once and that was after I did three in one day."

The next year was the twenty-fifth anniversary of Katie's passing and the fifth anniversary of Elizabeth's as well. November 3rd fell on a Friday in 2006 and I made my visit to the cemetery. The weather that day was cloudy, cold and damp, what is called raw. I got there early in the afternoon, left my roses on the graves and gave Charlie a drink of his favorite beer. The next Tuesday I was online and waiting as always. Jean connected and I saw her and Karen in the office together. 




Katie's Love Ch. 10



They said at the same time, "Hello Tony!"

I replied, "Hello ladies."

Jean started off and said, "You know it has been five years."

I thought for a minute about what she was talking about before I asked, "I thought Karen was taking good care of you?"

Karen answered, "Oh I am Tony, but Jean's been getting a little cranky lately, well crankier than usual. She needs a good fucking."

I looked at Jean and she was just sitting there smiling and shaking her head back and forth. 

I said, "Too bad you don't know anyone who sells sex toys. I'm sure they have something that would work," then Jean gave me a dirty look.

Karen said, "No we have plenty of those, but Jean needs a real fucking with a man's cock and a nice load of cum in her pussy," then she leaned closer to the camera and said with a big smile, "And I hear you shoot a really big one."

Again I looked at Jean and this time she was looking at the ceiling, but with a smile on her face. 

"Does this mean we are going to have a hot three-way?" I inquired with a big smile of my own.

Jean turned her head towards the camera and said, "You are stuck with me this time."

Karen added, "But don't worry Tony. One of these days you and me will have some fun. Jean says you are a really great ass fuck and I can't wait to find out for myself."

I looked at Jean and asked, "Why don't you just put a fucking billboard up in Times Square?"

Karen starting giggling as Jean got a big smile on her face and answered, "You know Tony, I can do that."

I replied, "I know. So when are you planning this Jean?"

Jean answered, "Thursday. Same place and time."

"Thanks for the advance notice," I said, "But I will be there."

Karen said, "I know that you two kids will have a great time."

"I have no doubt of that," I replied.

Thursday arrived and I found myself back at the resort. I went into the room and after a long kiss and a hug, Jean said, "I do have to warn you about something." I looked at her breasts, but she said, "No, not those." She reached down, untied the string holding her pajama pants up and pulled down the front. There was a very thick bush of dark red pubic hair that went down the sides of her legs. I looked closer and saw more than a few gray hairs in there as well. Jean went on, "You would think that that after all the waxing and shaving that it wouldn't have come in this damn thick. Hell, if I shaved it all off, I could probably stuff a pillow with it."

I laughed and asked, "Do I see some gray hairs down there?"

She replied, "Shut up!" as she pulled the pants back up and tied the string. Then she untied the one holding the front of her top open, pulled the one side over and lifted her arm up. There was bit of hair under there that was the same dark red as her pubes. "I hope this doesn't bother you," as she closed the top back up.

"Not at all," I said, "I've always thought that was sexy in a weird sort of way." Then I laughed and asked, "Legs as well?"

"No!" she answered, "I look terrible. Karen can get away with that because her hair is so light."

I asked, "She really got to you, didn't she?"

Jean smiled and said, "At first I kept wanting to compare her to Katie, but Karen is so damn special in her own way." She grabbed my ponytail and said, "I am going to have a lot of fun hanging on to this tonight!" and that she did.

The night was pretty much a repeat of what had happened when we had been together the last time. We had a nice slow and passionate session of making love the first time around, then it was another wild and crazy ass fuck later in the evening, and I was treated to one of her great blowjobs in the morning. I spanked her good before the fun started. But there were no more dark and deep secrets to be told and it was a hell of a good time. The sex was great and she wasn't kidding about how hairy her cunt was but that just added to the fun. Although while I was eating her, I made the comment that she should get Karen to braid it and put some beads in there. 

I heard her say, "Shut up and keep licking!" 

I am getting older and it takes longer for me to get a second erection back, but that didn't matter. As always, there was plenty to talk about. She did give me a bit of grief about my weight. When we had first gotten together back in 1996, I was heavy, then in 2001 I had lost a bunch of it by dieting and exercise, but it had come back again by this time. We talked about Katie, Karen, and even Elizabeth, but for the most part the conversation was upbeat.

Jean did ask me, "I know that you said that if you go back and relive that time with Katie again, but would you change anything?"

I answered, "Believe me Jean, I've thought about it. About the only thing I would do, is not take the manager's job in Stroudsburg or at least not get the apartment and just did the drive every day. This way I could have moved in with Katie. I know that it wouldn't have changed anything in the end, but at least I could have spent every morning and every night of those last four months with her."

Jean then asked, "If the accident hadn't happened, do you think that you could have helped her?"

I said, "For a long time Jean, I thought that I could fix anything. Give me enough time to think things out and I would find an answer. But I have learned the hard way that it isn't so. With all I know about her now, it would have been hard, but I would have tried my best and deep in her heart all Katie wanted was to be loved. She knew that she had problems and that is big part to dealing with them." Jean nodded in agreement as I finished with, "But I guess we will never know."

Of course Katie's spirit came in for a visit after we had eaten supper and were sitting on the couch together.

I asked Jean afterwards, "Have you had talked to her much?"

Jean said, "No, I can feel her there at times, but I get so damn scared every time I do. I know she won't hurt me but there are things that," and she never finished the sentence. 

Like the last time we made a trip down to the cemetery the next morning, but Jean's driving was very civilized this time.

I made a remark to that effect and Jean said, "The first time I took Karen for a ride, I really scared the crap out of her. She told me that she would never ride with me again if I was going to be that stupid and that she was hoping that I would have more to live for these days. That was the last time I ever drove like that."

I just sat there smiling and didn't say anything more about the subject. The visit to the cemetery was a lot nicer than when we had been there five years ago. I showed her where Charlie's grave was and told her about the beer. She just shook her head, smiled, and said something under her breath about me being a sentimental old bastard. Jean let me drive back to the resort and as we got close, I heard a cell phone ring. She pulled it out of her coat pocket and told whoever was on the other end that we would be back at the resort in about five minutes. 

Jean looked over at me and said, "That was Karen. We are going up to see the waterfalls today and she is staying tonight."

I smiled and replied, "That is great."

We pulled into the parking lot and after I parked the car, I handed Jean her keys back. We got out of her car and as we did, I saw Karen get out of her car and head over to us. I thought she was going over to Jean's side of the car but instead she flew over to where I was standing.

Karen wrapped her arms around me and just about yelled, "Give me a hug!" I wrapped my arms around her and she said, "Now a kiss!" She slapped her lips against mine and attacked me with her lips and tongue. I kept mine closed and Karen pulled back and said, "A real kiss!"

So we started kissing for real and it went on and on and on. 

In the meantime, Jean walked around to the driver's side of the car and I heard her say, "I'm going to go inside and have them carry a bed out so that you two can fuck right here and get it over with."

We both started laughing hard and moved side by side with our arms behind each other's waists. 

Karen asked, "Did you kids have a great time?"

Jean nodded and answered, "Yes. It was very nice."

I looked at Karen, then looked at Jean and said, "Yes, just like going to the dentist. Three holes drilled and three holes filled!"

Karen laughed hard and Jean's mouth opened but nothing came out. She just stood there in stunned silence. 

Karen said, "Oh my God, I can't even shut her down like that," and we both laughed.

Finally Jean shook her head, smiled and said, "I am never letting you two spend a night alone together!"

We all laughed for a while then Karen turned to me and said, "Well I am going to get my things out of the car. It was really great to finally meet you Tony."

She moved back in front of me, hugged me and we parted after another long and hard kiss.

As she walked away, I looked at Jean and said, "Don't ever let her go Jean."

Jean walked up to me, placed her arms around my neck, and replied, "I have no intention of letting her go Tony and I have no intention of letting you go either."

I said, "Thank you Jean," and we kissed, then I waved back at Karen, got into my truck and left. 

Jean sent me another bottle of twenty-five year old single malt Scotch for Christmas along with a card signed by both her and Karen. We continued the weekly video chats and as before, sometimes Karen was there but most weeks it was just Jean. One time when Karen was there, as they came on-line, they were sitting there with their blouses and bras pulled up shaking their breasts at the camera. Another time it was with their pants and panties pulled down, bent over in front of the camera giving me a good look at both of their hairy twats.

Speaking of which, about a month after Jean and I had been at the resort and during one of the chats, Jean asked, "Did you say anything to Karen about braiding and beading my pubic hair?"

I answered truthfully, "No. I haven't talked to her since then. Why?"

Jean shook her head and replied, "She said the same damn thing to me last night. I am going to have to trim that mess soon." She paused and went on, "If I wear a thong," and got this screwy look on her face, "It feels like there is a damn monkey balled up in my crotch!"

I laughed so hard that I fell off of my office chair.

Like before, once a month or so, she would have one of her newest "Girls" as she called them there to do a strip for me. While most of them were skinny young gals, once in a while she would have something a little different. One afternoon she had this gal come in, she was short and really fat. She looked like an egg with tits that sagged down well past her waist. Not that I minded, I have been with plenty of women who were on the heavy side. She was pretty and I had a good time watching the show.

After she left, Jean asked, "Do you want a date Tony?"

I answered, "I bet she is a hell of a lot of fun Jean."

She laughed and replied, "That she is. A lot of guys don't want to do her because of her weight, but the ones that have always say what a great fuck she is."

I said, "The problem is that I would have find a way to grow my dick a couple of inches longer so I could in deep enough to do some good."

Jean said with smile, "I am pretty sure you would figure something out!"

Then another time there was this brunette. I could tell that her tits were fake but a lot of the gals that she was bringing in had boob jobs. She was nice looking, that is, until she lifted up her miniskirt, pulled down her thong and out popped a cock that was seven inches long and fairly thick even being soft.

I heard Jean cackling with laughter as she saw the look on my face in the monitor and she called out, "Hey Tony, do you want a date? All expenses paid on me!"

The girl got close to the camera and said, "Jean tells me that you are a hell of a good fuck. Well, so am I and I bet we could have a great time together."

I replied, "I will get back to you on that."

She turned around, peeled her thong down, and flashed her asshole as well as pretty impressive looking ball sack at the camera before she left.

Jean was still laughing as she got back in front of the camera and asked, "So what do you think?"

I answered, "She's not my type Jean."

"Chicken," she called out as she put her hands under her armpits and started flapping them up and down, then started making those, "Bok! Bok! Bok!" chicken noises.

I just smiled and said to myself, "There will be a next time Jean."

Karen would still make one movie a year for Jean after they became a couple. 

We talked about the one time and Jean said, "After she moved in, Karen asked if I wanted her to stop and I told her that it was her decision. It is fun to work with her because she puts a lot of thought into what's going to happen and hell it is not like we don't have sex with other people from time to time."

In the spring of 2007, Jean sent me the link to Karen's newest video. This was with another woman, which was something that she hadn't done before. The video was very erotic and not the usual lesbian stuff by any stretch. The other girl was a brunette around Karen's age and like her, a little heavy but not fat, and her pussy wasn't shaved either.

Jean asked me what I thought of it and I said, "That was great! That other girl is damn good actress because she had me believing that she had never done anything with a woman before."

Jean said, "That was the first time that Judy had been with another woman."

"Really?" I asked.

She answered, "Karen met her at the one bookstore she goes to and they got to be friends. Karen told her about making movies and Judy said that something that she never thought about doing because she was afraid that people that people would think that she was fat and plus the fact of getting screwed by some guy that she didn't know scared her. Karen asked if she would do it with another woman. Judy told her that she had never done that before, but they talked for a few weeks and she decided to give it a try. Karen didn't have a script and she told Judy not to dress up or wear anything sexy. She also told her that what ever happened, happened and if she got uncomfortable that they would stop, but as you can see, they didn't."

"That was a really hot video, Jean," I replied.

Jean said, "I will tell you Tony, I have seen so much of this stuff that rarely does anything for me, but the first time I watched it, I got so damn horny that I dragged Karen to bed the minute I got home that day!"

I replied, "I am kind of like you with this stuff anymore, but this one, I had to stop it, go lock the front door and turn out the lights out in the shop before I finished enjoying it."

Jean sighed and said, "What a waste," and smiled

"There is always plenty more where that came from," I answered.

"Don't I know that," Jean replied and she licked her lips.

There are a few Internet newsgroups that I have been checking for years now. A couple of the amateur ones usually have something good in there and there is one that deals with vintage pornography that I also get. It is mostly pictures, but I like that older lingerie and the models back then just looked more natural than the stuff of today. Once an while there would be a old porn movie posted and I would always check it out as well.

One day I downloaded a video and as I started watching it I said, "Damn, that is Jean!"

I had seen a few others that she been in, but nothing this old, the movie had to be from sometime in the 1970's. Jean still had real breasts and her pubes. She got fucked in her pussy and her ass before the guy shot his load in her mouth. So I sent her an email and told her that I had something to send to her that was too big to go through email.

She replied back with the address of one of their file servers, along with the logon information and wrote, "This had better be good!"

I uploaded it to the server and sent another email saying that it was there.

Ten minutes later my phone rang and I heard her ask, "Where in the name of hell did you find that piece of ancient history?"

I answered, "It showed up on the one newsgroup."

Jean said, "That wasn't my first movie, but it was pretty early. I want to remember it was late 1976 or early 1977. They would rent a place and shoot a bunch at a time back then," then she sighed a little and added, "Those were the days."

I replied, "Real boobs and a full bush, you were pretty damn hot looking back then."

"What do you mean back then?" she asked loudly and laughed. Then she got quiet and said even louder, "Oh fuck! One of the computer idiots just emailed it to everyone in the office with the subject, "Watch the boss get banged!" Fuck! I am going to kill that bastard!" I started laughing real hard and Jean said, "You think this is so damn funny? Just you wait!" and she hung up the phone.

I smiled as I hung up my phone and called out, "Yes!"

As the old saying goes, payback is a bitch. I hadn't planned on it that way, but one takes the little victories in life as they happen. But we had a good laugh about it during our next video chat. 

Jean said, "They were going to stick it on the main webpage but I don't know who owns the copyright on that stuff anymore so I put stop to that."

I knew that if Jean wanted to find out about the copyright that she had the resources to do so but I let it drop. I have found a few more since then and sent them to her, but she moves them off of the server to her PC before watching it. 

The first week in August of 2008, I fired up the video software on Tuesday as usual and Jean and Karen were sitting there holding hands.

"Hello Tony," they said as always.

I replied, "Hello ladies. How are you this week?"

Jean said, "We have something very special to tell you."

Karen added, "We have decided to start a family!"

I replied as I looked at Karen, "That is great. I know that Jean's baby maker has been shut down for a long time so I guess you are going to be the mother."

Karen smiled and said, "Yes and I can't wait!"

"I am sure," I said and then I asked, "So which of your studs there is going to be the proud father? Or are you just going to have them line up, jack-off into a coffee cup, and take your chances with a turkey baister?"

Karen started giggling, as Jean said, "No. We already have the father picked out. He is someone that I have known for a long time and is a very special person to me. Karen and I feel that he would make the perfect father."

It was just the way that she was looking at me that gave it away. I looked at Karen and she was looking at me in the same way. 

"Oh no," I said, "I am honored that you would want me to do this, but I am out of the baby making business except for practice runs. Fixed by medicine or by age are my rules for having sex with anyone these days."

Jean sighed and Karen looked at her and said, "You told me that he was going to be difficult about this."

Jean said, "Name your price."

"I have no price Jean," I replied. 

She asked, "Do you want a million dollars in small bills? I will deliver them myself to your door on Monday."

I said, "What the hell am I going to do with that? I have no idea how I would explain where I got it from to the IRS."

Jean shrugged her shoulders, laughed, and replied, "It isn't that damn hard."

"Maybe for you," I said.

Jean replied, "I will give you anything that you want, and I mean anything."

I answered, "Jean, I do not have a price for something like this."

Jean moved close to the camera and said, "We can do this the hard way Tony. You will wake up in my playroom where you will be milked for your sperm every two hours for a whole day and in between the milking, I will have lot of fun. You on the other hand," and she let her voice trail off.




Katie's Love Ch. 10



I answered, "I know you well enough Jean, that there is no way in hell that you would to have a child born out of that kind of pain and I know damn well that Karen doesn't want it either."

Jean let out a sigh and said, "I know."

Then she start talking again and Karen started talking at the same time and I was having a hard time understanding what both of them were saying.

I yelled, "Quiet!" Jean started to say something else, but I looked at her and said, "Let me think." I sat there for a minute and asked, "What happens if you two split up? The last thing I need is being sixty five years old and looking at a paternity suit."

Karen said softly, "You have my solemn word that it would never happen."

Jean said as well, "And you know that I would never do that to you."

I thought some more and I have to admit, the prospect of getting Karen pregnant was very appealing. Call it one of those deep primal and macho urges. After all, sex first and foremost is for making babies, the rest was just for practice.

"What the hell," I said, "Karen, it will be an honor to get you pregnant."

She smiled and said, "Thank you Tony."

Jean said, "Thank you," as well then added, "Her next ovulation is August 14th and should be around 8:00 PM."

I got suspicious and asked, "Oh? And just how long have you been tracking her ovulation's?"

Karen answered, "About six months," and Jean just stared at the ceiling.

I said, "Jean, we are going to talk about this," but she didn't say anything. I asked, "How long have you two been planning this?"

Jean put her finger in front of her lips to signal to Karen not to say anything but Karen was facing the camera and didn't see her do it.

Karen replied with a big smile, "Oh, we first talked about it when we were up at the waterfalls."

I growled and said, "Jean, we are really going to have to talk about this."

Jean just smiled at me and said, "So spank me for being a bad girl."

All of us laughed at that comment, then I said, "However I have three conditions."

Jean replied, "Name them."

I answered, "First I want to be there when the baby is born. That is something that I feel strongly about."

Karen said, "It would be an honor to have you there with me Tony."

I replied, "The second is that this is totally off the books. Nobody but the three of us knows about this unless I decide to tell them about it."

Jean answered, "You have my word on that Tony," and Karen nodded yes as well.

I smiled and said, "The third condition is, that when Karen is about eight months along, that she and I are going to spend a night alone having some fun. Color me weird, but I think that pregnant women are very sexy."

Karen answered, "Hell yes!" and she looked at Jean.

Jean smiled, shook her head and said, "I know I will regret this!"

"Same place?" I asked.

"Yes," Jean replied, "I already have the room reserved for that night," then she stopped, got a big smile on her face and added, "Oops! Did I say that?"

Karen started laughing and said, "She knew that you weren't going to turn us down."

"I am sure that she thought that way," I replied.

Jean said, "It isn't like it is hard work or anything like that. I know that you have been wanting to get Karen in bed and well here you go. A couple of those good cumshots of yours and all will be fine."

I said, "You know Jean, it doesn't always work like that."

Karen said with a smile, "If I am anything like my mother and my sisters it will, they never had any problems getting pregnant."

"That is good," I answered, "And if doesn't happen this month, there is always the next one."

"I have faith in you Tony," Jean said.

Karen added, "Me too!"

Then Jean said, "Be there for 5:30 PM so we have time get supper."

"I can do that," I answered.

Karen said, "This is going to be so much fun! I can't wait to get knocked up!"

I started laughing and Jean just looked at her with a big smile.

I said, "I have to get going here."

Jean said, "Start saving that sperm up!" and Karen giggled and they closed out the chat.

Jean and I talked the next week as usual. She made sure that I remembered where I was supposed to be that week and when I was to get there. She had this whole thing planned out as if she was getting ready to invade another country, but I could tell that she was excited about this. I guess that the maternal instinct finally caught up with her after all these years. 

For some reason on Thursday morning I decided to read Katie's diary again. I hadn't read it since that night right after Elizabeth had given it to me and again there was that emotional roller coaster of joy and pain as I turned the pages. That afternoon, I gotten everything that needed to get done that day and I had some time to kill before I had to leave. I was sitting at my computer not doing anything when Katie came gently to me and she gave me a kiss.

I said, "Hello my love. I guess you know what I am going to be doing tonight."

Katie kissed me again and replied, "I know Tony."

I asked, "I hope that you aren't upset with me?"

She kissed me again and answered, "No Tony. It will be a special night. A very special night."

"Thank you Katie," I replied, "I love you."

"I love you too Tony," she said, "Forever and ever and ever."

Then she kissed me again but this time it was very long and the feeling was so damn strong. As it ended, I got another feeling from her that was this intense feeling of happiness and joy. Sometimes these things are hard to describe, but after all these years, I had never once had a feeling like that before from her. It made me wonder a little but I didn't dwell on the thought for too long.

I decided to stop at the cemetery where Katie and Elizabeth were buried on the way it. It wasn't the shortest way to get to the resort but it only added a couple of extra miles. I stood there quietly for a little while at both graves, then got back in my truck and made the rest of the trip. I got within five miles of the resort and traffic was at a stop due to an accident. 5:30 PM came and went and at 5:35 PM my cell phone rang.

I looked the number, flipped it open and said, "I am stuck in traffic Jean."

Jean asked, "Isn't there a way around it?"

I answered, "I am only five miles away and the only other way up there that I know of is going to take me a long time to come down from the other direction."

"Fuck!" she said, "Well keep me posted," and hung up.

After ten minutes and another call from Jean, the traffic started inching along and I got to the resort a little before 6:00 PM. I called Jean when I got to the parking lot, then I got the room key and went up.

I opened the door and Jean was standing there with her hands on her hips.

"Its about fucking time!" she said.

"So nice to see you Jean," I replied.

Karen was standing a little behind her. They both had on very thin and almost sheer pink pajama sets. I could easily see their nipples through the fabric. Jean walked up to me, we kissed for a while and I reached down and played with her breast a little.

Karen walked over and said, "Hey what about me?"

Jean and I both laughed, she moved away, then Karen put arms around me and we kissed as well. Her breast felt so nice.

I heard Jean say, "I ordered supper when you called, it will be here in twenty minutes."

Karen giggled a little and said, "I am so ready for this."

She turned, we walked into the room, and I took a good look around.

Jean said, "Relax damn it, I didn't bring a camera crew."

"Just checking," I replied.

Karen said, "She wanted to but I told her no way."

I growled as Jean walked over to the closet and came back with pair of black pants. They were silk and had a tie at the waist.

Jean handed them to me and said, "You might as well get comfortable."

"Okay Jean," I replied and I walked over and sat down on the bed.

I got undressed and Jean came over and got my clothes and my boots. I put on the pants and tied the string as she walked them back to the closet.

I heard something go click back there and I asked Karen, "Did she just lock my clothes up?"

Karen sighed and answered, "Don't ask." We laughed and Karen said, "Besides, now you look like us."

Jean walked back out as I replied, "Almost, but I don't have a top."

Karen said, "We can fix that," and she took her top off and Jean did the same. Needless to say my cock made a pretty good bulge in the front of the silk pants from the sight of that, and Karen laughed, then said, "Glad to see that you approve."

Jean went over to bar, held up a bottle and said, "This time I made sure to bring the good stuff along."

She poured a glass for me and her, then got some soda and poured that for Karen. I walked over, got my glass and Karen did the same.

We touched glasses and Jean said, "To a nice big cumshot!" and we all laughed.

I looked at Karen and she said, "I don't care for that hard stuff. I will have a little wine when supper gets here."

The three of us walked over, Jean sat on the chair where she usually sat, I got on the couch, and Karen sat down next to me. We sat the talking a little, once in a while Karen and I would kiss, and well, her breasts were so tempting that I put my arm over her shoulder, worked my hand under her arm and started playing with one. Jean sat there smiling the whole time.

Karen squirmed a little as I rolled her nipple in my fingers and I asked her, "Getting wet?"

She laughed and replied, "Are you kidding me? I have been nothing but wet since we talked to you at the office!"

I laughed and Jean just sat there shaking her head back and forth with a big smile. 

There was a knock at the door and a female voice called out, "Room service."

Jean got up and said, "I will get that," and walked over to the door.

Karen and I had one more kiss and we got up and walked over to the table. The server was a skinny girl in her early twenties with a short black Goth style haircut, and a ring through her eyebrow and her lower lip, as well as an assortment of others in her ears. She looked at Jean and her eyes got real wide, then she looked over and saw Karen and me, and her eyes got even bigger.

She opened the wine, poured it for us, then served our meals, and asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Jean answered, "No, this is fine."

The girl stood there for a few seconds, looked over at Karen's breasts again, then down at Jeans, and it looked like she was going to say something else, but then she turned and pushed the cart out of the room. I laughed and the ladies did as well.

I said, "I bet as soon as she gets that cart back, she going to take a bathroom break but it sure as hell ain't going to be to piss!" Everybody laughed, and I picked up my wineglass and they did the same. I said, "To a new life," and they repeated what I said as we touched glasses.

Supper was good as always and the conversation was even better. Jean called down to room service, told them to send the same girl up to clear the table and she came back ten minutes later.

Jean asked her, "How late are you working?"

The waiter girl answered, "Midnight."

Jean replied, "Good, we will be ordering again later. I will give you a tip then."

The girl smiled and said, "Thanks!"

Of course she kept looking at both Jean's and Karen's breasts as she cleared the table and flashed a smile at me as well. We were done eating a little after 7:00 PM and like before we went back over and sat down in the living room area. Everybody sat in the same spots as before supper. We talked for a bit. I went back to playing with Karen's breast, she had her hand lightly touching my cock through the pants, and once in a while we would go into a nice hot kiss.

Jean said, "You two are worse than a couple of fucking horny teenagers!"

I replied, "Well if I remember right, I didn't come here to hold hands all night."

Karen laughed and Jean said with a big smile, "Fuck you Tony."

Karen replied, "Oh I intend to do just that."

We sat there talking until 7:30 PM then Jean said, "Okay, let's get this show on the road."

We all got up and after taking off our pants, headed for the bed. This is was a first for me, being in bed with two women at the same time, although I never quite imagined or should I say, fantasized, that it would be under these circumstances. Karen was in the middle of the bed, I was on her right side and Jean was on her left. The girls started off kissing and playing a little. My cock was already rock hard and it wasn't going to take much to get me to cum so I just worked my hand in between them and did some playing of my own, while I was kissing Karen on the neck. Once in a while she would turn around and we would kiss good and proper. Then Karen moved down between Jean's legs and as she ate her to a couple of orgasms, I kept Jean's mouth and breasts busy. Karen got on her back again and Jean ate her for a little while I did the same with her. Jean got back alongside of Karen and I moved down between her legs.

I took a good look at her waiting pussy and Jean said, "Don't lick inside too much."

I replied, "I know Jean, spit kills sperm."

Karen laughed and shook her head. I got close and licked around her clit for a while. She was plenty wet all the way around from the foreplay. My index finger found her asshole and pushed in real easy, then I ate her to a climax. I pulled my finger out and moved on top of her.

After I got my cock in position I said, "Last chance to change your mind."

Karen said with a smile, "No way in hell Tony."

Jean reached down, grabbed my balls lightly and added, "Don't even think about it."

I slowly pushed my cock inside of Karen and Jean let go of my balls. Her cunt felt so damn good and my cock started twitching right away like I was going to cum. After I was all the way in, I just held like that until the feeling stopped. I carefully pulled back and as I went back in, the twitching started but not as bad.

Jean said, "You know Tony, you don't have to make a big production out of this."

Karen and I turned our heads toward her and at the same time we both said, "Shut up Jean."

She laid her head down on the pillow and Karen and I laughed a little. I moved in and out slowly again and got some control, then I started screwing Karen with long and slow strokes of my cock. Karen was looking at me and once in a while she would pull my head close for a kiss. I knew that one wrong move and I was going to start cumming but I wanted this to last as long as possible. Karen had her hand down in Jean's crotch and she was getting very worked up as well. A few minutes passed and then I felt Katie come to me, which was weird because she had never done that while I was having sex with anyone, except for the last night that I made love to Elizabeth. I looked at Jean but I could tell from the expression on her face that she wasn't feeling her. 

The feeling was gentle for a for a little while, like Katie was just there watching, and then the weirdest thing happened. All of a sudden, I was back in her bedroom making love to her by the light of the candles and I knew that it was the night in September that I had spanked her with her father's hairbrush. The memory of that evening and how intense the passion had been, had never faded even after all these years.

Another minute passed and I heard Katie say, "I love you Tony," and then I was back in the room with Karen and Jean.

Karen's breathing had gotten heavier and faster, then I felt her start gently squeezing my cock as I pushed inside of her. I fought the feelings for another minute and I could tell that she was holding back as well.

She said, "Love me Tony."

I couldn't take it any longer and I pushed in hard, I said, "Now!" and my cock throbbed hard as the first shot of my seed left it for her womb.

As she felt me cum inside of her, Karen cried out, "Oh my God!" as her orgasm started as well and I heard Jean climax at the same time.

My cock continued to cut loose with sperm, Karen built up to a second orgasm just as hard as the first one and this time she screamed from the pleasure. I held against her and she brought both of her arms and her legs tightly around me. We kissed long and deep, then I pulled my head back and looked her in the eye.

Jean said, "I told you he wasn't bad for an amateur," and laughed.

We both looked at her, shook our heads, then Karen said, "That was unreal. I don't know what happened Tony, but I have never climaxed like that before."

I replied, "Just probably the moment Karen," but I wondered if Katie didn't have something to do with this.

I could still feel her lightly there but Katie didn't say anything to me and after a few minutes the feeling faded away.

We kissed for a little while, then Jean pulled the pillow out that was under her head, folded it in half and said to Karen, "Lift up your hips and Tony stay inside."

Karen shook her head and replied, "She read this someplace."

Jean answered, "Nobody is getting paid for a creampie shot on this set tonight."

Karen and I lifted up together a little and she pushed the pillow under Karen's ass.

Jean reached between us, took my cock which had completely shrunk down, squeezed it a few times, before pushing me back from Karen.

"Don't want to waste any of the good stuff," Jean said.

She let go of me and I got off of Karen and lay down next her on her right side. 

I said, "Only you Jean, would make a big production of getting somebody pregnant."

Jean looked at me and replied, "Humor me," and Karen and I shook our heads and laughed.

I moved over close and Karen turned her head towards me and we kissed for a long time. My hand was moving back and forth playing with her breasts and her fingers were lightly playing with my cock. The kissing was serious but the touching was just light. Once in a while I look down at Jean sitting there between Karen's legs and the one time I saw her reach out and touch Karen there.

I asked Karen, "Is she doing what I think she is doing?"

Karen laughed and answered, "She keeps pushing back in what ever leaks out."

Jean said, "You don't know which of these little guys is going to win the race so no sense in talking chances!"

Karen and I laughed, resumed our kiss, and after about fifteen minutes of this I moved away from Karen, looked at Jean and said, "Get over here."

Jean replied, "Oh, what the hell," and she crawled up and laid down on her back next to Karen. I moved down on the bed, spread her legs and buried my face in her cunt and as I did she said, "Damn you can't get enough can you?"

I answered, "Might as well take advantage of all this pussy!" and both Karen and Jean laughed.

I started eating Jean's cunt and at the same time I worked my right hand under her and Karen's legs. I found her clit with my fingers and started playing with that as well. Jean turned a little towards Karen so that they could kiss and play with each other's breasts. I took my time and brought Jean to a couple of climaxes then I moved over between Karen's legs and did the same to her all the while sucking on her clit and fingering her ass.

I kept switching back and forth between them for half an hour then Karen, "I have to go pee!" and she rolled over and got off of the bed.

Jean replied, "Don't let too much leak out!" and I laughed.

I moved along side of her and said, "Only you would say that Jean."

She answered, "I always play to win!" and both of us laughed and then kissed. I heard the toilet flush and she said, "I have to go too."

Jean crawled over top of me and well her ass was just too tempting, so I landed a quick but hard slap on it.

She let out a howl and I heard Karen who was standing at the door of the bathroom say, "Hey! You promised me that there would be none of that tonight!"




Katie's Love Ch. 11



Writers Note

This is the eleventh chapter of my story about Katie. There will be one more chapter after this one. This runs from August of 2008 until March of 2009 and is pretty much a story of one great night of fun. So sit back and enjoy!

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The Monday morning after that special night in August of 2008 when Karen got pregnant, I was back at the shop for 7:30 AM like I usually am and at 8:00 AM my cell phone rang.

I answered it and I heard Karen say, "Guess who?"

I answered, "Karen, this is a surprise."

She replied, "Jean gave me your phone number and email address but I'd rather call. Is this a bad time?"

"It's Monday morning and I am only halfway through my first IV bag of coffee, but no, this is fine," I answered.

Karen laughed and said, "You are as bad as Jean is on a Monday!"

That was the beginning of our weekly Monday morning phone chats and they were always fun. Karen is a very smart girl as well as being as full of the joy of life as one person could be, but despite coming from a very wealthy family, she is also very down to earth. She was of course excited about being pregnant but also knew well the responsibility that she was taking on as being a mother. This was something that she had thought about for a long time and it was all her idea, except for Jean volunteering me to be the father. Karen could be funny as all hell at times, like when she called me three weeks later to tell me that she was officially pregnant, not that there was any doubt in either of our minds.

She said, "Jean insisted that I do two of the pregnancy test sticks just to be sure. They both came out positive and I told her, "Look Jean, I am having twins!" She gave me this, "What in the name of hell are you talking about?" stare. I guess that she has never heard that blonde joke!"

Once in while I would say something that she didn't pick up on right way, then her end of the phone would be quiet for a little and I would hear her laugh and say, "Well folks, there just went another great moment in blonde history!"

A few weeks later they went up to Connecticut on Sunday to visit her parents. Karen told me the week before that Jean was a little nervous about it because of the way that her own family had treated her but Karen told her that she had nothing to worry about. I asked her when she called the following Monday how the visit went.

Karen replied, "We had a nice time Tony. At first all four of us were in the living room talking for a while and then my mother and I went into the kitchen to start getting supper ready. I went back out about twenty minutes later to see how things were out there and they were gone. I looked all over the house and found them in his pool room, drinking Scotch, smoking cigars, and having a great time."

I said, "Wait, Jean smokes cigars? I remember when she stopped smoking cigarettes five years after we started talking. They had two pools going in the office, the first was how long it would be before she started again and the second was who she was going to kill first and what day!"

She laughed and replied, "Jean might smoke one every couple of months, but it's not a habit by any stretch."

I asked, "So how much did she hustle your father for at the pool table?"

Karen laughed again and answered, "Four hundred dollars at fifty dollars a game! But Dad was a good sport about it. He said that he should have been suspicious when Jean used the old "I haven't played in while" line and he won the first game a little too easily. But then the next game she ran the table off the break and he knew that he was screwed!"

A couple of weeks later Karen said, "Dad came down on business last Monday. He and Jean went out for lunch, then she showed him around her office. She even let him sit in on a couple of videos that they were shooting."

I asked, "What did your mother think about all of this?"

She answered with a laugh, "Jean gave him a few bottles of the different lubes that she sells. He got home at 6:00 PM and just about dragged my mother to bed. Mom told me that they did it again after supper and one more time before falling asleep."

"Sounds like he takes those little pills." I replied.

"Yes he does," Karen said, "But Mom doesn't complain. She really likes the one lube and she said that as soon as they used up that bottle she was going to order some more. I told Jean and she sent her a case of the stuff and get this, a strap-on dildo and a pair of handcuffs!"

"Oh boy!" I said.

"Mom said that she didn't tell Dad about those," Karen replied with a giggle, "She said that she is saving them for a special occasion. I know their anniversary is coming up soon."

I laughed and said, "I am sure that will be one that he never forgets!"

Karen kept me informed about how she was doing with the pregnancy. She had a little bit of morning sickness but it wasn't too bad and it only lasted a few weeks. She told me about the doctor's visits and then as things progressed, going to childbirth classes. Jean always went with her to the doctor's and of course the classes, but she did a lot of reading and research on the subject as well. 

One Monday after one of the doctor's visits, Karen said, "I thought the doctor was going to strangle Jean last week. She had all these questions and knew what she had read, but she was arguing with him half the time about what he was coming back with! He knows about our relationship and he tries to stay civil but you know how Jean can be at times."

"Oh yes," I replied.

The Tuesday afternoon video chats continued with Jean as well. Mostly they were our usual work and cutting up chats, nothing real heavy. I still wondered what was going on with her, seeing how she acted that night when Karen got pregnant, but the few times I asked about it, she just blew me off. I figured that whatever it was, that she would talk to me whenever she was ready and not before, so I stopped asking.

When I made the trip to the cemetery that year on November 3, 2008, I only had one pink rose with me, along with the white one for Elizabeth and Charlie's bottle of beer. A few days later I had some time to kill and I decided to go to Karen's website, but when I got there, the only video up there was Karen sitting there in her clothes. She said that she was getting out of the business for personal reasons, but that they were good reasons and she thanked all of her fans for their support over the years.

I asked Karen about it the next Monday and she said, "It was Jean's idea. I didn't really care one way or another but she asked if I minded if she took the website down and I told her that I at least wanted to say something to my fans before she did."

I replied, "Well you are going to be a mother soon."

Karen laughed and answered, "Yes, but I was also thinking about a doing a preggie porn video, but that is fine. I guess I will have to wait until we are back at the resort."

I smiled and said, "Yes, but with imaginary cameras!"

Karen laughed again and said, "I know, I'm just having some fun with you."

I asked, "By the way, did that girl from the resort ever call Jean?"

Karen answered, "Yes she did. Her name is Sue but everybody calls her Squeak. You will have to ask Jean about her," which I did the next day.

Jean said, "Squeak came in here thinking that I wanted her to do porn films, which she was kind of okay with but I looked at her resume. She has a degree in graphic arts and she also took a few filmmaking courses. Not that they teach them much but at least she knew a little bit about the equipment. But there is something about her that I really like so I hired her on the spot and she has been great. She is a wiz with computers, not so much with all the network stuff but she knows the hardware as good or better than my collection of computer idiots!" I laughed and Jean went on, "She starting taking all the production equipment manuals home with her to read at night and damn if she doesn't know that shit better than the guys back there. She reports directly to me and I let her have the run of the place."

"That is great Jean," I replied but then asked, "But why the name Squeak?"

Jean laughed and said, "She said that is what she does when she is getting screwed, she squeaks!" Then a week later when I was talking to Jean, I heard something come in my email and she said, "I just sent you something, go check it out."

I looked and attached to the email were six pictures of Squeak, all nudes and in various poses. She is very skinny with A-cup breasts and dark areolas that aren't much bigger than a nickel in size. She has a few tattoos and a pretty full bush of red pubic hair. One of the shots was of her on her back with her legs pulled up and another was of her on her knees with a close-up of her ass.

I said to Jean, "She is a good looking girl. I like the bush."

Jean replied, "I saw that and told her that she should really think about losing the black hair dye. She wanted to do a few test pictures so I said okay and I asked her if it was alright to send them to you and she was fine with that." Then she laughed and added, "Squeak said that she hopes you get a nice hard-on from them!"

I answered, "Well Jean, I wouldn't mind taking her for a test ride sometime."

Jean laughed and said, "You better have the ambulance waiting outside old man, because you would be needing it after an hour with her!"

When Karen was seven months along, during one of our Monday phone talks she said, "Tony, I have a big favor to ask of you."

"Anything at all Karen," I replied

She went on, "Over the past couple of months, Jean has been having a friend of hers come over every few weeks and they go back in her playroom."

I asked, "Maybe she is just working off some steam?"

Karen said, "No! She is the one getting worked over and I mean bad. This really has me scared Tony. She has been back there before with other people and those times were nothing like this. Her ass is all beat up, so are her breasts, her pussy is sore, even her face is red from getting slapped. I just don't know what to do and she won't talk to me about it."

I didn't like the sound of all of this but I said, "I know that you don't understand that kind of play Karen, but Jean does know what she is doing and she knows her limits"

She sighed and answered, "I know that Tony, but she also isn't young any more. That just can't be good for her body and I really afraid that she is going to get seriously hurt." 

I sighed as well and said, "I will try talking to her about it, but don't hold your breath. I can count the number of times on one hand that Jean has really opened up to me and three of those times we were lying in bed naked and the fourth was after that first weekend that you two spent together."

"I understand," she replied, "And you may not know this Tony but you are one of the few people that she really respects. I know she loves me, but what the two of you have is at a different level."

I said, "All I can do is try Karen."

Tuesday afternoon came around and after we talked about the usual stuff, things got quiet for a minute and Jean asked, "Karen said something about me going back in the playroom, didn't she?"

"Yes she did," I answered, "She is just concerned about your safety Jean and to be honest, so am I. We aren't exactly young any more and don't give me any of that fuck you Tony crap either."

She said, "I just trying to work a few things out back there, that is all."

I replied, "There are easier ways Jean. Have you thought about going to a shrink?" and the look that she gave me made me real glad I was talking to her over the computer and not sitting across the desk from her in her office. I went on, "Look it, I will take a day off, drive to the city, meet you for lunch and we can see if we get this worked out."

Jean looked at me and said, "Thank you Tony, but that isn't necessary. I appreciate your concern and I know that it is real and not bullshit either," then she paused for a few seconds and added, "I will tell Karen that I won't go back there any more and I will find some other way to deal with it." 

"I know that she will really appreciate that Jean," I answered, "And if you do decide that you want to talk about whatever it is that is bothering you, you do know where to find me."

She laughed and said, "Hell I can't get rid of you!"

I laughed as well and replied, "Whose fault is that?"

Karen called me the next morning and told me that Jean talked to her and told her that she was done going to the playroom, then she thanked me for talking to Jean about it.

I said, "You are welcome Karen but whatever is eating at her is still there."

"I know Tony," she replied, "I hope that whatever it is, goes away all by itself," but I knew well that it wasn't going to happen like that.

The other thing that they were doing was that Jean was taking nude pictures of Karen every month. She was standing against a wall, one was a front view and the other was a side view. It was fun to watch as her belly and her breasts got larger. Her areola got huge as well and her nipples, which were a pretty good size to start with, had really puffed up. Needless to say, I was really looking forward to spending a night alone with her.

Karen and I had kicked around a few dates in February of 2009 but the winter that year was a real pain in the ass. Every storm that came through was a mix of snow, sleet and freezing rain and not always in that order. None of them amounted to much but they were fairly regular occurrence, so we decided to wait until March. We had a tentative date for the second week in March but I had an invitation from a very special lady that I hadn't seen in a number of years to spend the night with her that week so we decided on the next week. March 17th was the day that worked out the best for both of us and since that was a Tuesday, Jean sent me an email on Monday morning saying that she wanted to talk for a little Monday afternoon.

I connected, then she came online and at it was pretty much the usual stuff, but then she said, "Tony, I have a favor to ask of you."

I replied, "Okay."

Jean said. "Karen is dead set on having the baby naturally with no drugs or pain stuff. I am really afraid that she doesn't understand what kind of pain she is going to be going through."

I answered, "I think she has a pretty good idea Jean at least from what she has told me."

She replied, "I know she has talked to other women who have had kids, but talking is one thing and feeling it is another. Would you please at least talk to her about it? For me?"

I said, "I will Jean, but I will tell you now, it is her decision and not mine or yours to make."

Jean sighed and replied, "Thank you," and she laughed and asked, "But since you have been through a few of these at least maybe you could scare her a little?"

I had been there when all three of my kids were born, but I said, "I will talk to her honestly Jean, nothing more and nothing less."

She shook her head and said, "Thank you. I appreciate this. I know that you two are going to have a good time."

I smiled and said, "I have no doubt about that."

Jean said, "I will talk to you soon then," and disconnected from the chat.

I could tell from the look on her face and the tone of her voice that she was concerned and it was as much out of love for Karen as anything else. But that decision was Karen's to make.

Tuesday afternoon arrived and at 5:30 PM I went up to the room and with a big smile on my face I knocked on the door.

Karen opened it and with an equally big smile, "Come on in!"

She was wearing a full length white silk gown that wrapped around the front and had ties on the one side.

I said, "That is a beautiful gown."

Karen replied, "Thank you. It was a gift from my mother."

She got up close and we kissed. We backed away and held each other's hands.

I looked at her body and said, "You are so beautiful."

She replied, "You know Tony, I have never much worried about what people thought about how I looked, but I this time I will agree with you. I really do feel beautiful."

Karen let go of my hands, opened the ties of the gown, then untied the ones that were on the inside before holding it open to give me a good look at her very pregnant body.

I smiled and said, "Wow!"

She laughed, moved up close and put her arms around my neck. My hands went right to her very large breasts and I gently played with her nipples.

We kissed for a while then she said, "I cannot believe how big my boobs have gotten."

I asked as I still played with them, "What are you up to now, a G-cup?"

She answered, "Yes and even that is a little tight. I told Jean that if they get any bigger that she was going to have to rent one of those cranes that they build skyscrapers with to help me get my bra on in the morning."

I replied with a laugh, "But just think of all that good milk."

Karen gave a funny look and said, "If I hear one comment about being able to feed the state of Rhode Island for a week!"

I laughed and said, "I was actually thinking half the state! I guess they have been busting your chops at the office pretty good."

She laughed and answered, "Those guys! But it is all fun." I still was working her nipples and playing with her breasts, then Karen pulled me back into another long and deep kiss and asked, "How hungry are you?"

I asked back, "Are you talking about supper, or?"

Karen said, "Or!"

I replied, "I was hoping you would say that." We kissed again and I added, "Let me use the bathroom first."

She said, "I will be waiting!" and she turned and walked over to the bed.

I went over to the bathroom, pissed, took my boots and socks off, and washed my hands. Then I went back out into the room and Karen was laying on her back with the covers pulled down and her hands behind her head. She had left her gown draped over one of the chairs and I stopped there and finished getting undressed. I walked over to the bed and took a good look at her before I got in.

I will tell you, I have heard from so many women over the years how their husbands would have nothing to do sexually with them while they were pregnant and how the husbands were turned off by how fat they were. What a crock of shit to use a cliché, Karen just looked fantastic.

I got along side of her and she slowly rolled over on her side facing me.

She said, "I am a little slow moving these days in bed."

I answered, "Well at least I won't have to chase you."

"Like that is going to happen!" she replied with a big smile.

We kissed and the fun began. The other thing that I have heard other women say about being pregnant and especially this late in the game, was that they had the itch big time and it needed a lot of scratching, if you know what I mean. Karen brought her leg up over my ass and I had easy access to her pussy with my fingers. I hadn't played with her cunt a minute and she started building up to the first of many orgasms that night and was she wet. My hand was soaked after the first one and it just kept getting wetter and wetter.

Karen said after the third climax, "I should have told you to bring a towel from the bathroom to put on the bed."

I replied, "That is okay, I will be more than happy to sleep on the wet spot."

Karen laughed and said, "At this rate the whole bed might be a wet spot!"

I kept on playing and alternating between kissing her mouth and sucking on her nipple and Karen's fingers were doing a light dance up and down my cock the whole time.

After fifteen minutes of this I said, "Roll over," which she did.

She got one of the pillows, folded it in half and I helped her push it under her ass. I crawled between her legs and took a long look at that beautiful sight.

Karen wiggled her ass a little and said, "Dinner is served."




Katie's Love Ch. 11



I laughed, then stretched out on the bed and buried my face deep in that sweet wetness. I had eaten her a little the night that she got pregnant but this night I worshiped that beautiful cunt for a long time. I still had my winter beard and my face was soaked but you sure didn't hear me complaining and neither was Karen. 

After what had to be her sixth climax, I stopped and said, "If you keep this up, you will be worn out before the main event."

She laughed and answered, "Are you kidding me? I am just getting warmed up!"

I kept on eating and she kept on climaxing. I had one hand up playing with her breasts and I had my middle finger from the other one buried deep in her ass. Finally I sat up and crawled between her legs. I put my cock at her cunt, then slowly pressed inside. I screwed her like that for a while, slowly and with my hands rolling and squeezing her nipples. I couldn't lean down because of the size of her belly and well mine isn't exactly small either but it was nice. 

Karen had one orgasm with a loud, "Oh yeah!"

Then I said, "Lets change things here."

She asked, "What do you have in mind?"

I reached under her and pulled out the pillow, then I motioned to her to stretch out her left leg and I stepped over that with my right leg. I started to lay down on my side and she rolled on her side facing me. I reached down and pulled her right leg so that it was behind my ass and I started screwing again.

"Comfortable?" I asked her.

"Hell yes," she answered, "I never done it like this before but it feels great Tony."

Being in that position allowed us to kiss and as well as letting me suck on her nipple. Karen would hold her breast up so that it was easier for me to reach. The other nice thing about doing it this way is that it was easy to reach down between us and play with her clit, cunt lips as well as her asshole as I screwed her sweet pussy.

One time as I was fingering her asshole Karen said, "You do know that is on the menu for tonight."

I smiled and replied, "I figured that it was but I would rather wait for later so I can take it for a proper ride."

She smiled as well and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way," and we kissed again.

Karen climaxed every few minutes from the combination of my cock going in and out of her plus the dance that my hand was doing down there as well. It felt really great but I was in no hurry to cum and our crotches were both soaked with all the pussy juice that she seemed to have an endless supply of.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly then I said, "I can go anytime now, do you want to finish up like this?"

She said with a smile, "No, I want it good and deep."

I pulled my cock out and we got untangled leg wise. Karen rolled on her back, then she took the pillow and placed under her ass again. She reached down behind her knees and pulled her legs. I moved in between them but that view was just so nice that I stretched out and ate her pussy again for a while. I got her close to a climax, then I got up, pushed my cock in deep and started screwing her fast and hard. She started squeezing my cock with her cunt and really started getting worked up.

Karen said, "This is going to be a big one!"

I went faster and she screamed as she climaxed and I pushed in all the way and my cock blasted a big shot of sperm inside of her. I pumped a couple of more times as the rest of my seed went as deep as it could go and Karen kept on cumming as well. I held against her until she stopped.

I asked with a smile, "Not too bad for amateur?"

She laughed and still breathing very heavily, "Damn Tony, that was great. Wow! Screw that amateur stuff, that was just fabulous."

I moved back and as my cock popped out, a pretty good-sized glob of sperm followed it.

I said, "I guess I should have asked if you were baby proof, I don't want you getting knocked up."

Karen laughed and replied, "Too late now buster!" and I laughed as well.

Just then I felt Katie and one of her giggles and Karen shook a little and I knew that she felt the same. I watched as more sperm leaked out, then I bent down and licked it up.

Karen said, "Hey, I want a taste."

I still had the sperm on my tongue so I moved along side of her. She slid the pillow out and then rolled on her side facing me. We kissed long and deep.

She said, "Nice. I might as well finish the job."

Karen sat up, I rolled on my back and got treated to one of the nicest cock washings that I have ever had. Then she turned around and lay down on her side again, I rolled over and we lay there for a while kissing and touching each other for a while.

Then Karen sat up and said, "Well it's that time again."

I asked, "For what?"

She got this funny crossed-eyed look and answered, "I have to go pee!" and she started to move off the bed. She added as she walked towards the bathroom, "Some days it is so bad I feel like walking around the house carrying a bucket with me!"

I laid there and laughed, then I heard a cell phone ring. I looked up and it was sitting on the nightstand.

Karen called out from the bathroom, "Guess who?" 

I picked up the phone and said, "Hello Jean."

She replied. "Hello Tony. I was just calling to see how supper was."

I called out to Karen, "She wants to know how supper was," and I heard her giggling in the bathroom.

Jean said, "I figured that you two would start screwing the minute that you walked in the door."

I answered, "Actually it was about five minutes before we got in bed and well over thirty minutes before the screwing started."

Jean said, "Fucking teenagers," then she asked, "Where is Karen?"

I replied, "Dumping her bucket."

Jean started laughing and by then Karen, who was walking back to the bed said, "I heard that!"

I told Jean, "She will be right here."

Jean said, "Remember what I asked you about."

I said, "Yes Jean, here she is," and I handed the phone to Karen.

They talked for a little bit, then Karen put the phone back on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She said, "I guess I will order us some supper. That Alfredo we had the last time was pretty good."

I replied, "That is fine with me."

Karen asked, "Do you want a bottle of wine? I won't be drinking any."

I answered, "No, I will be fine."

She replied, "Jean sent you another bottle of whiskey," then she picked up the phone on the nightstand and ordered supper for us. She got back in the bed, laid down next to me and said. "It will be here in twenty-five minutes," then she sighed and asked, "So are you going to give me that talking to now or later?"

I laughed and answered, "I will tell you Karen what I told Jean, that it is your decision to make."

Karen said, "My mother had five kids, my sisters have five kids between them, and my brother's wives had four kids, all naturally with no drugs or anything like that. They have told me a lot of what to expect and believe me, I am not going to pretend that it isn't going to hurt, but this is something that I feel very strongly about doing. To me, this is the most important thing that I have ever done in this life and I want to be able to feel and remember every detail about it, the bad and the good."

"There is nothing wrong with that," I said and added, "Jean is just concerned out of love for you. I can tell that and I also know that she is scared about this for whatever the reason is."

She replied, "I know she is Tony. When my oldest sister had her first child, she had a very hard and long labor, like sixteen hours. I asked her how she got through it and she told me that she just kept thinking that after every contraction, that it was one less that she had to go through before she could hold her baby in her arms."

I said, "That is the right way to look at it in my book. I will be there and if it gets too bad, you can always chew on my arm."

Karen looked at me and answered, "Jean told you to scare me, didn't she?" Then she reached down to my cock and added, "Maybe I will chew on this!" and laughed

I replied, "That would be fine with me but they sure won't let us back in that hospital again."

She roared with laughter and said, "You have heard that joke too!"

We got close, then we kissed and played for while.

I looked up at the clock and said, "I should go wash up a little before supper gets here."

She replied, "Go ahead, I will get us something to drink with it. Do you want a Scotch as well?"

I answered, "Sure."

We kissed again and got off the bed. Karen got her gown and I walked to the bathroom. I pissed and was washing my hands off, when she walked into the bathroom carrying the black silk pants that I had worn the night that she got pregnant."

She said, "I brought these along for you unless you want to walk around naked like Jean."

"No," I replied, "These are fine."

I put them on, walked out of the bathroom and Karen headed over to the bar.

There was a knock at the door and a woman yelled, "Room service!" 

I walked over and opened the door. Don't you know that the server was that same older woman who had brought us the coffee in the morning when Karen got pregnant. She looked at me, then looked over at Karen standing at the bar, then she looked at me again and just shook her head. Karen walked over carrying the drinks and I went and held her chair for her as she sat down. I sat down as well then the woman served our meal.

She asked, "Will there be anything else?" in kind of a gruff voice.

I replied, "No this is fine."

"Will I be coming back for the dishes later?" she asked still in that grouchy voice.

Karen answered, "No, that is okay," and the woman let out a sigh of relief.

Karen pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of the pocket of her gown and handed it to her.

The woman said, "Thanks," then turned and wheeled the cart out of the room.

I said, "She seriously needs to get screwed!" and we both laughed.

We started eating and I told Karen about some of the things that Jean had done to the servers when we had been together in the past.

She had a good laugh and then I asked her, "I have a question for you."

Karen replied, "Yes?"

I asked, "What attracted you to Jean in the first place?"

She laughed again, then said, "I get asked that a lot. I will tell you Tony, and maybe you will think that I am weird, a lot of other people have, but the very first time I met her something just went zing inside of me. Here was this woman who was telling me, and not very nicely, that I was wasting both of our times wanting to do what I wanted to do, but I had this feeling about her. I've been in love before or I thought that I was, but this was scary and I really didn't know what to do at first. I figured that I would just wait and see, but every time I saw her, I got that damn feeling again."

Katie kissed me and I said with a smile, "I know how that works Karen, believe me."

Karen asked, "Do you know who Mary is at the office?"

I answered, "Jean has mentioned her a few times, I just know that she has been with her a long time."

She replied, "Jean and Mary go back to the early days when Jean was still acting. Mary's title is production assistant but really she is the office mom. She is responsible for making sure the girls are ready for their shoots. Like if their shave needs touching up or if they need to stretch their pussies or asses with before a shoot, she sees that they have the right sized dildo's, and even helps them do it if they ask her."

"Damn," I said, "That is about the only job there that Jean hasn't offered me."

Karen laughed and answered, "She is also in charge of the wardrobe department. We don't get too many new girls, ones that have never done a porn shoot before, or a least a professional one, but if we do, she has them come in a few hours before so that they can get comfortable. She has them undress, then she takes them around the production area meeting the people back there and she has the girl watch another shoot just so that she gets a feel for how things are done."

"Still naked?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered and added, "It really helps them and she also stays with them during their shoot just in case there is a problem. Two weeks ago, she had a new girl back there who was very nervous. Mary was thinking of telling them to call off her shoot, but I was there that day and I talked to the girl for a while. She wanted to do it but at the same time she was having doubts, so I said that I would take her around. We both got undressed, walked around naked, and it was great. Everybody had to feel my belly and a few of them got in a boob feel as well. Somebody must have told Jean because she came back, saw me there with her, and just laughed. But it helped her and after a couple times, she was asking if people wanted to feel her boobs. We went and watched another shoot, then we went back and I helped her get loosened up. It was a pussy shoot, but the guy is pretty big, and I stayed on the set the whole time she was doing it."

"Still naked?" I asked again with a smile.

"Of course," Karen replied, "And she did really good for a first time. I will send you the link to her video when I get back."

"Thanks," I answered, "That was nice of you."

Karen laughed and said, "Mary made me walk around naked before my first shoot but it didn't bother me. But the reason I am telling you all of this is that a few weeks after I did my first movie, Mary and I went out to lunch together. I asked her a lot of questions about Jean and of course, she wanted to know why I was asking them and I told her. She told me right out that that I shouldn't get my hopes up, that there were only a few people that Jean really opened up to, she was one and that there was some guy that she talked on to the phone every week but that was about it. Mary said for me to be patient and not to move too fast, but she also said that she hoped that it worked out. So I just waited until I thought that Jean felt comfortable enough with me." 

I replied, "And it all worked out for the best."

Karen said, "Tony, I have made love to a number of guys and girls over the years and most of the time it was just for fun. But that first night with Jean, I went to bed with her with my heart wide open and damn if she didn't do the same."

I smiled and answered, "I know what you mean Karen. The first time that we went to bed together, I went there just expecting a fuck, but she was so damn passionate that it really surprised me. Jean showed a completely different side of herself to me than I had come to know for all those years."

She said, "Yes, but you decided to stay away from her Tony, and I have heard all about that."

I sighed and replied, "I had a bunch of reasons then and most of them are still true today. But the big one is that deep down inside, she and I just are too much alike. That makes for a great friendship and a good fuck every once in a while, but it rarely works in a full-time relationship."

Karen said, "I know Tony and even though she won't come out and say it, Jean knows that too."

I answered, "That and there is Katie. I can't say that I have totally made my peace with what happened to her, but I have dealt with it. But there is something that really bothers Jean about her or the fact that she died, that neither of them have ever talked about."

She asked, "Maybe they had a fight before Katie died?"

"Not that I know of," I answered.

Then I heard Katie say, "No Tony."

I said, "Katie just said no, so I don't know what it is."

Karen said, "I guess we will find out some day. But I will tell you one thing Tony, Jean really looks forward to talking with you every week."

I replied, "Well I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy talking to her."

She rolled her eyes a little and answered, "You get away with saying things to her that if anyone else did, Jean would have their head stuffed and mounted on her office wall."

I said, "Son of a bitch Jean, who lit the fuse on your Tampax today?"

Karen laughed and replied, "I laughed so damn hard Tony when she told me that, that I almost pissed myself!"

I laughed as well and said, "Besides as you know, the ball busting does go both ways."

Karen replied, "A lot of people think that she bosses me around Tony, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I am not going to say that we don't have the occasional fuss over something but then we laugh and just work it out. She told me right from the start about you and even said that if I wanted to spend an evening with a great guy, that she would hook me up with you. But I could tell how special you were to her and I decided to wait. That night that she spent with you at the resort when I came up on Friday was my idea. She had said about us going up there for a night, but I told her that she should also spend one night with you. Jean said that I could be there, but I knew that being with you was something that was good for her and I figured that we would hook up eventually."

I laughed and said, "Yes, did we ever hook up!"

She answered, "Oh I know that!" then she rubbed her belly and added, "When I decided to get pregnant, Jean and I talked about a few guys that I knew and of course I knew about you. The reason why I wanted you Tony," and she smiled, "Besides the fact that Jean said that you were a great guy to have sex with, was that you were the closest thing to having her get me pregnant. I know that sounds weird, but I wanted to have some part of her when I did it."

I said, "I am glad that you did Karen. I know, I didn't want to do it at first, but after what happened that night, it made a lot of things right for me," and then Katie kissed me.

Karen said, "If I live to be two hundred years old, I will never forget the feeling when Angel Katie came to me that night," then she shook a little and added, "Wow, she just kissed me again. That is so great."

I looked at Karen and replied, "Angel? The Katie I know is a lot of things but I am not sure that I would call her an angel," and just then Katie pulled my ponytail hard a couple of times, giggled and kissed me.

Karen saw this and said, "She heard you!"

I answered, "She always hears me. Right Katie?"

Katie said, "Yes Tony," and she gave me another kiss.

I smiled, then finished eating and I went over and topped off my Scotch as Karen went to the bathroom. I headed back to the bed and took off the pants. She came out, took off her gown and lay down beside me.

Karen reached down to my cock and asked with smile, "Ready to go again?"

I answered, "Not yet and I need to let supper settle."

We kissed and then started talking. Karen told me a lot about herself and her family.

She said, "One thing that I haven't done in while that I really enjoy is camping."

I smiled and in my best imitation of Jean's voice I replied, "My idea of camping is a queen sized bed and no room service!"

Karen laughed and said, "I guess that you have heard that before," then she asked, "Do you know that Jean is afraid of spiders?"

I answered with a smile, "No but tell me about it."

She looked at me, shook her head and replied, "Tony, I have seen her walk up to one of the studs as you call them, who was foot taller than her and easily weighed twice as much as she does and threaten to rip his head, cock, and balls off for being an asshole about something. But if she sees a spider no bigger than the tip of my little finger she freaks out. Back in October she saw a tiny one run across the one table in the living room and started screaming that I should call an exterminator and that she was going to sue the last two that had been there. I just got a piece of paper, scooped it up and walked it out to one of the plants out on the patio. I came back inside and she asked me if I was going to wash my hands. I said why and she said that I might have spider germs!"




Katie's Love Ch. 11



I laughed hard, Karen laughed as well, and I said, "I am going to have to remember that!"

Karen replied, "The other thing I miss is my car."

I answered, "I thought that you had a car?"

"Not the one I drive around New York, she said and smiled, "I have a Herbie."

I thought for a second and then replied, "A Volkswagen Bug."

Karen said, "Yep. A 1967 model that has the movie paint job. I love that car. I can't bring it to New York because it would get stolen in a minute but my mother drives it when the weather is nice and my father starts it up and lets it run in the garage during the winter months. I used to do a lot of my own work on it and I even changed the oil."

I smiled and replied, "That does not surprise me at all."

She answered with a laugh, "Right after Jean and I started dating, she said about her Jaguar needing an oil change and I said that if I had my tools, that I could do it for her. You should have seen the look she gave me!"

"I can just imagine," I said.

"When we went up to visit my parents for the first time, "Karen replied with a big smile, "I took her for a ride in it." 

Doing another impersonation of Jean's voice I said, "Damn tin can on four wheels!"

She laughed and replied, "You really do know her well don't you?"

I said, "You know Karen, it really surprises me that you two get along so well considering how different the two of you are."

Karen replied, "We do have a lot in common. Music, art, the theatre and we both love to read. There are a lot of nights that we put some classical music on and sit there and read all night. Some times we take turns reading to each other out loud. And we both love a good meal, not that Jean can cook. She tells people that she can burn water but she isn't that bad, well as long it goes in the microwave and while I am not the financial wizard that she is, we can talk about investments and stuff like that. But enough about me and her, tell me some more about yourself."

So I told her about myself, where I grown up and where I had gone to college and what degrees I had gotten.

Karen said, "It took me six and a half years to graduate from college. For a while anytime my father would call, instead of saying hello, he would ask, "So what major are you this week?" I graduated with two bachelors degrees but if I had stayed another year, I could have had two more."

I asked, "What are your degrees in?"

She answered, "Social work and art history."

"Interesting combination," I remarked.

Karen replied, "Well I figured I had better have at least one that I could get a job with, but as it turned out, I got a job at a museum. That is what brought me to New York."

"Do you still work there?" I asked.

She shook her head and said, "No. One of the directors on the board found out about my acting career and she had a fit about it. Naked paintings and naked statues are just fine, but no naked Karen's are allowed. But that is okay, I wasn't making a lot of money there, not that it matters. My father has helped out all of us kids with living money and medical insurance. He said that he can't take it with him so we might as well enjoy it."

I answered, "You can't complain about that."

She replied, "No, not that I need it now. Jean has me on the office payroll, I told her that she didn't have to do that, but business is business as far as she is concerned. I have been doing volunteer work as a counselor at a runaway shelter and a woman's shelter as well."

I said, "That is nice. I guess with being in college all those years, you did some serious partying."

Karen answered, "I did some, but I never was too bad. I know my limits and other than a few times, I pretty much stayed with them. Before I got pregnant, once in a while I would get drunk with Jean."

I laughed and said, "That is some heavy duty drinking."

Karen said, "Oh there is no way I can keep up with her but she doesn't drink like that all the time. We used to have a bottle of wine with supper but since I can't drink right now, she hasn't been drinking any and most nights she just has one Scotch that she sips on all night."

I replied, "I can drink with the best of them but I would have a hard time keeping up with her."

She smiled and said, "Now you have me thinking about my college days. The third year I was at school, I dated this guy. We weren't real serious, we just liked having a good time together. He was the first guy I let screw my ass. His roommate usually went home on weekends but one weekend he had to stay. I was over at their room and heard some comments about a three-way but I said I would wait and see, so we started off playing strip poker." Karen laughed and in a fake Texas accent said, "One thing my daddy taught me was how to play cards," and she laughed again and added, "I let them win a few games but pretty soon they were naked and I still had my bra and panties on. So I said that the next hand would be that the winner could tell the two losers to do something and it could be anything. Well the guys thought that it was a great idea until I won the hand and told them that they had to suck each other's cock in a sixty-nine for five minutes!"

I was laughing hard as I asked, "And did they?"

Karen said in a deep voice, "If you cum in my mouth man, I will kill you!"

I laughed again as I asked, "Did they cum?"

She said, "No but it was fun to watch. Then there was the big discussion about who got the sloppy seconds, so I said who ever could eat me to a climax the fastest would be the first to screw me. His roommate won, but we had a good time the rest of the night."

"That is wild," I replied.

Then Karen started giggling and said, "One night me and the guy I was dating were watching a basketball game. At half time the one team was ahead by like twenty points, but I told him that I thought that the other team would win. He asked if I wanted to bet on it, one of those, I can do anything I want to you bets and I said you are on. Don't you know that my team won."

"So what did you make him do?" I asked.

"The next day," she answered with smile, "He had to wear my panties for the whole day."

"Oh boy!" I replied as I laughed.

She said, "They were pink, not cotton but almost sheer with wide white lace elastic at the top and the legs."

I asked, "Were they the ones that you wore over there?"

Karen said, "Yep. His ass was about as big as mine was and it was so damn funny. He put them on and got a hard-on!" and we both roared with laughter. She added, "I wore a pair of his underwear that day and I didn't get a hard-on, not that there wasn't room for one!"

I replied, "You are something else."

She said, "That night, I told him he could screw me but he had to keep them on and that was neat. He never said anything to me about it afterwards but I think he really liked it."

I laughed and then I told her about making love to Katie while the both of us were wearing pantyhose and butt-plugs and once again I got a giggle and kiss from Katie.

Karen replied, "That sounds like a really great idea Tony. They have done a few movies with the girl wearing pantyhose but never the guy. I will have to suggest that one to Jean. Matter of fact, once things get back to normal here," and she pointed at her belly, "She and I might have to try that some time."

I asked, "How is Squeak doing these days?"

"Really well," she answered, "Back in January, she asked Jean if she could borrow some money to get some new clothes because she wanted to start dressing better at the office. She used to just wear jeans and T-shirts or some of that Goth clothing, but Jean told that she wouldn't loan her the money, instead we took her shopping one Saturday."

I replied, "That was nice."

She said, "We got her all new clothes, dress and casual, even shoes and underwear."

I answered, "I bet you didn't pick out her underwear," with a big smile.

Karen replied, "As a matter of fact I did! She asked me to help her and I picked out some nice stuff. Basic colors, regular panties but fancy ones and matching bras. She is a little self-conscious about her breasts being so small and I said that if she wanted to go with padded bras, that was fine but she really looks good with a regular cup. So that is what she decided on." she laughed and added, "She got rid of the black hair dye and has been letting her hair grow out and she also got rid of all the piercings except for one pair of nice earrings. They are starting to call her Junior Jean at the office and she really gets pissed at that. Those of us who know her can call her Squeak but she introduces herself as Sue to anyone new."

I said, "Sounds almost like Jean is grooming her to take over the place at some point."

She answered, "Don't say anything to Jean about that, but I know that she is. Jean has been letting her make decisions on a few things. She makes mistakes but Jean just sits down with her and shows her what she did wrong. I really think that she sees a lot of herself in that kid."

I replied, "I guess I won't be seeing her in a video anytime soon."

Karen said, "I don't know about that. She told me that she would like to do at least one and Jean doesn't have a problem with it, so who knows." Then she shook her head and said, "She wants to do one of those BDSM shoots."

I asked, "Top or bottom."

She answered, "It would be on the bottom. Jean has a rule with that kind of play as you call it, that nobody does any top work without being on the bottom first," and she shook her head again.

I replied, "Jean and I have talked about that before so I know where she is coming from on that. I know that you don't care for all of that and most people don't."

"I was never spanked as a child," she said and then after looking at the smile on my face added, "And don't get any idea's buster!" We both laughed and she went on, "I will tell you Tony that was quite an experience when I did my first shoot. I have a video camera and I had filmed my ass and pussy just to get a good look at what was down there but it was totally different watching it in action."

I answered, "I can imagine that. As you know I am camera shy in that department."

She replied, "I told my mother that I was going to make a porn video. She said that if that was what I wanted to do, well go have fun and get this, she said that she wanted to see it!"

"Really?" I asked

Karen answered, "Yes. So after I was done with the editing, I had the guys make her a DVD of it."

"What did she think of it?" I asked.

She said, "My father didn't want to watch it so he went back in his study while my mother did. He came out about halfway through it to get something to drink and found Mom sitting on the couch with her pants and panties off, playing with herself as she was watching it!" and Karen's face turned bright red.

I laughed and replied, "She must have liked it then."

Karen said, "Yes, and then he decided to watch it as well and afterwards, they took it back in the bedroom and watched it again as they had sex!"

"That is great!" I answered

She shook her head and replied, "I have sent them all of the others that I did. My mother said that even though she would never do anything with another woman, she really liked the one I did with Judy."

I said, "I bet your father did too."

Karen blushed again and replied, "He asked me when I was going to do another one!" I laughed hard and she added, "I love them very much, but they are something else at times."

I answered, "There are worse problems to have in life than horny parents. Well I have to pee."

She said, "Yes, it is time for me to go dump the bucket again. Go ahead, I am going to call Jean and say good-night."

We kissed, I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Karen was still on the phone after I was done and was heading back to the bed.

I heard her say in a childlike voice, "Mommy Jean, can I bring him home with me? He is so much fun to play with." Then Karen laughed, looked at me and said, "Jean said good luck trying and that I should have brought handcuffs with me!" She finished up the call then put the phone down and as she got off the bed, she asked, "Now are you ready for round two?"

"Absolutely," I answered

We kissed and she headed to the bathroom. When she came out she was carrying a hand towel, then she went into the closet for a few seconds. She walked back to the bed and as she got closer I could see that she had a small jar of petroleum jelly in her other hand.

I asked, "What, don't you like Jean's deluxe butt fuck lube?"

Karen laughed as she set the towel and the jar down on the nightstand and said, "I have tried them all, but I like this the best. Jean thinks I am crazy, but grease up one of those strap-on dildo's with this stuff and I can ride it all night and it's a bit messier, but olive oil is a lot of fun too."

I smiled and she crawled back on the bed. We kissed and touched for a while, then went into a side by side sixty-nine. Before I got started my end of things, I reached up and got the jar. I ate her as she gently sucked on my cock and played with my balls. After a few minutes I opened the jar, got a finger full of the stuff, and slid it into her asshole. She wiggled her ass a little and giggled at the same time. I ate her to a couple of climaxes, then I moved away and Karen got up on her hands and knees. She got all the pillows from the bed, stacked them up, folded her arms and rested her arms and head on them.

"Open for business," she said as wiggled her ass.

I put some of the lube on my cock, wiped my hand on the towel, then I got behind her and asked, "Ready?"

"Oh yes," she answered with a big smile

I started pushing and I went slow and would stop for a little after each inch of my cock went inside. Finally I was all the way in and I pulled almost all the way out and pushed slowly back in and the feeling was just unbelievable.

I said, "Wow."

Karen laughed and replied, "You should be on my end of this deal."

I don't know what it is and it sure isn't the nicest thing to say about someone, especially someone special like Karen, but that girl has one sweet asshole. I started slowly screwing her and it felt so great, not like I was going to cum right away great, but it felt really good.

Karen thought so as well, because she was saying things like, "Oh yeah," and "Umm, umm, umm," as I slid in and out. Her breathing got getting heavier and after a couple of minutes she started pushing back against me as I made my way inside of her. I picked up the pace and screwed her faster, then I heard her say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah," and then with a loud, "Fuck!" she climaxed. I slowed down a little and she looked at me with this look that said, "Don't stop," so I went back to screwing fast again and she had another hard orgasm. Then I slowed down and let her catch her breath.

I looked at her face and asked, "Are you okay?"

"No," she said, "I am really pissed off."

"Why?" I asked.

She answered, "Because I should have brought the damn handcuffs!" and she laughed.

I laughed as well and said, "Oh well!"

We kept on going like that, every minute or so I would speed up and she would rip off a couple of hard climaxes, then I would slow back down for a while.

After about ten minutes had passed, I said, "Let me know when you want to get pregnant."

Karen laughed and replied, "A week from now is good for me!" I laughed and she said, "I guess you have heard that before."

I smiled and both of us at the same time said, "Jean!" and we laughed.

She said, "For a guy who had never had his ass fucked, you are pretty damn good."

I answered, "I see that Jean has been talking about me again. I don't eat eggs, but nobody has ever thrown one of my omelets in the trashcan either."

Karen laughed and I started screwing faster and one more time she had back to back climaxes, both times with loud screams of pleasure.

Ten more minutes passed on the clock and Karen said, "Time for the grand finale. But not too deep, I love having a creampie ass."

I smiled and said, "I have heard that before."

I pulled back and started screwing her faster but I was only going halfway inside of her. She started to squeeze my cock with her ass muscle and we both built to our climaxes.

As I reached my peak I said, "Here it comes!"

Karen said, "Love me good Tony!" and with that she climaxed very hard and my cock responded by pumping it's load of sperm inside of her. 

I came so hard that my cock deflated almost immediately but there was still enough inside of her to keep her ass plugged.

I said, "Damn that was nice!"

"Like you are telling me something that I don't already know," Karen answered and added, "Wow, that was just great."

She squeezed my cock a few times with her ass and it plopped out, followed by a trail of sperm.

"Hand me that towel please," she said as I moved back from her. 

I reached over and got it in my hand. She moved all the pillows over except for one and then she slowly rolled over, first on her side and then on her back. Karen lifted her ass off the bed and I put the towel under her.

As she settled down on it, a little more of my sperm leaked out and she said, "Oh yes," with a big smile.

I said, "I am going to wash off,"

Karen said, "Wait a second and hand me my cellphone please."

I reached over, got it and handed it to her.

She opened it, pressed a button, and a few seconds later I heard her say, "Jean. Get your ass over here right away and bring the handcuffs and one of those leg things too. I ain't letting him get away!" There was a pause and she said, "Oh yes, I have my creampie and it is oh so nice," and she wiggled her ass a little. Karen quiet for a little while and then she finished with, "Love you Jean! Good night."

Karen closed the phone and handed it back to me. I shook my head and we both laughed. I put the phone back on the nightstand then went to the bathroom and washed up. When I went back to the bed, Karen was still laying there with a big smile on her face.

She said, "Some people think I weird because I like this, but I don't give a damn."

I smiled, picked up my whiskey glass and asked her, "More soda?"

"Yeah," she answered, "More for the bucket," and laughed.

I replied, "Maybe I should put the trashcan on the nightstand so you won't have as far to go."

She roared with laughter again as I walked over to the bar. I refilled our glasses and went back, and got in the bed. She rolled over on her side and took a few drinks of her soda while I sipped on the Scotch. We talked for about an hour longer and then I yawned.

Karen asked, "Awh, did I wear you out?"

I looked at her and answered, "If I was only twenty years younger."

She yawned as well and replied, "Yeah I guess it is time to get some sleep. But I will tell you Tony, this has been a hell of a lot of fun tonight."

I smiled and said, "You won't hear any arguments from me on that point."

Karen said, "Well one more bucket trip before bedtime," and I moved over so that she could get off the bed.

I pointed to the lamp that was across the room and asked, "Should I go turn that on?"

She answered, "No, I am fine in the dark. That is Jean's thing."

"Okay," I said and I waited until she was done in the bathroom before I made one last trip there.

When I came out, Karen had put the pillows back and had pulled up the covers. I turned off the lights in the room and made my way over to the bed. After I got in we kissed for a little while then Karen rolled on her side and I got up close to her.

I took hold of her breast and she giggled a little and said, "Teenagers, and added, "I will probably have to get up during the night."

"That is okay," I said.

Karen twitched a little and said, "She is awake," and she moved my hand down to her belly where I could feel the baby kicking her a little.




Katie's Love Ch. 12



Writers Note

This is the twelfth and final chapter about Katie. The dates go from April of 2009 until the present. This chapter is long but there is a lot to be told. There is one section involving BDSM that might upset a few folks but that is not the focus of the story, even though it is a part of it.

I have really enjoyed putting all these memories down for people to read, even though it was hard at times, and I have also enjoyed all the great comments and emails that I have received.

T



Karen called me when she got back to New York and the next month went by quickly. Finally the week came around when it was time for Karen to give birth. Her due date had been calculated a few days before, but I had a pretty good idea of what day that it was actually going to happen on. I talked to Karen on Monday and Tuesday morning and chatted with Jean on Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday morning I got up at 5:00 AM and was on the way to my shop by 5:30 AM. I turned my cell phone on after I started the truck, it rang a few minutes later and I looked and it was Jean.

I answered, "Good morning Jean."

She said, "Where in the name of hell have you been? Karen woke up an hour ago and she said it is starting."

I replied, "Relax Jean, we have a lot of time. I will be at the shop in about thirty minutes."

Jean said, "Make it twenty, there is a limo waiting for you there," and she hung up.

I said to myself, "It is going to be a long day."

I stopped for a coffee at a place a few blocks from my shop and the limo was double-parked out in front of my shop. I have a packing space behind the building, which I pulled into, got my cell phone, and coffee, then I walked out front. I went over to the limo and the driver had the window down.

I said, "I will be ready to go in ten minutes."

He replied, "The broad that rented this has called me three times already wanting to know why we aren't on the road."

I answered, "Relax, I will deal with her."

I went inside, did a quick check of my email, and of course there was one from Jean that read, "Quit screwing around Tony and get on the damn road!"

I laughed and just shook my head. I shut the email down and headed back out to the limo.

The driver said, "She called me again!"

I got in and we were on the road. I am not a very good passenger, I do too much driving and well it is just the way that it is. There was a sliding glass partition between the driver's compartment and the back. I tapped on it and he opened it.

I said, "I hope you don't mind talking a bit."

He said, "Fine with me. That crazy broad said that I am not supposed to stop for any reason at all."

I replied, "Well you had better have a bucket stashed back here because if I have to piss, I have to piss."

Jean had rented the limo from an outfit that was local to me so we just bullshitted about this and that. The ride from my shop to New York is close to three hours and about every twenty minutes I would hear his cell phone ring and I knew it was Jean because he was telling her where we were.

After the third call the driver said, "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but that broad sounds like she seriously needs to get fucked."

I laughed and answered, "I have fucked her in both holes and it doesn't do any good."

He looked back at me in the rear view mirror, shook his head, and replied, "I feel like telling her to go piss up a damn rope."

I said, "That would not be a very smart thing to do. Trust me on that," and again he looked back me and I just smiled.

When we were two hours on the road, I said, "Find me some place to take a piss and get another coffee."

The driver answered, "She ain't gonna like this."

"Too fucking bad," I replied.

He pulled off at the next exit and stopped at one of those big gas stations. I went and pissed, then got another large coffee.

I walked back to the car and he said, "Son of bitch, she must have fucking radar because she called and wanted to know why I had stopped."

I laughed, then I called Jean on my phone and said, "Will you relax Jean, we have a lot of time."

She replied, "I don't understand why you are screwing around so much. This could happen any minute."

I answered, "No Jean, it isn't going to happen any time soon."

Jean said, "Well just get here damn it!" and she hung up.

We got close to the city, got stuck in rush hour traffic for a little while and it was after 9:30 AM before he pulled up at the hospital.

I handed him a twenty-dollar bill and said, "I will make sure that she sends you a good tip when she pays the bill."

He said, "Thanks. Good luck."

We shook hands and I walked into the hospital. Jean had called and told me what floor and room that Karen was in. I went up the elevator then headed to her room.

As I walked by the nurse's station, the one nurse asked, "Where are you going?" and I answered with Karen's room number.

She asked, "Are you family?"

I replied, "No, but I am expected."

The nurse said, "You cannot go back there unless you are family."

Just then my cell phone rang and it was Jean, so I answered it and said, "I am out here at the nurse's station and they won't let me come back."

Jean growled, hung up, then I saw her come flying out of a room about halfway down the hall.

She walked up the nurse and said, "He is with me!"

The nurse got a scared look on her face and answered, "Sorry Ma'am."

Jean grabbed my arm and led me back to the room.

"Damn it to hell, she said as we walked, "I made a big donation to this dump just to make sure that crap like this didn't happen."

We went in, I walked over to Karen, leaned down on the bed, and we had a hug and a kiss.

I gave her breast a light feel through the hospital gown and said, "Feels like they got bigger."

Karen laughed and replied, "Screw Rhode Island, I am going for Massachusetts!"

Jean shook her head and said, "Teenagers."

Karen added, "My water broke about thirty minutes ago, so I guess there is no turning back now."

I said, "Nope," then I asked, "How are the contractions?"

She answered, "Not too bad."

I replied, "Let me know when the next one starts and I will talk you through it."

Karen said, "I have been doing pretty good so far."

I answered, "Yes, but once things really get going, it will be easy to forget, so let's just practice it now."

She said, "Okay," then she added, "Well here comes one."

I took her hand and replied, "Just breathe slowly and gently. Don't tense up, just let your body do the work. Find a spot and focus on it, but keep breathing slowly."

Jean was holding her other hand and Karen did as I asked. When it was done, we went back to talking. Fifteen minutes later, she had another contraction and I talked her through that one.

When it done I said to Jean, "You do the next one."

She gave me one of her looks but she did when the next contraction came, and we kept alternating after that. We were talking and having a good time in between them. Once in a while I play with Karen's nipple a little and we would sneak a quick kiss.

After one of those times, Jean said with a smile, "If you two teenagers start screwing, I am going to get a trashcan full of cold water and dump it on you!"

Then around 11:00 AM, the doctor came in with a nurse to check on Karen and the nurse said to me, "You can wait outside."

Karen said with a smile, "Don't worry about it, he has seen me naked before."

The nurse rolled her eyes and replied, "Okay." 

The doctor checked out her progress and talked to Karen a little. Everything was going fine, but they attached a fetal heart monitor to her belly, just to keep track of things. While the doctor was in there, she had another contraction and I talked her through it.

After it was done the doctor said to me, "I see that you have done this before."

"A few times," I answered.

He replied, "It is going be a while yet, but just let the nurses know if she has any problems."

I said, "I will."

They left the room and we went back to talking. Karen had a bunch of new jokes to tell and we were laughing a lot. The nurse brought Karen a light lunch at noon and around 1:00 PM, I decided that I needed something to eat as well.

I said, "I will be back in a few minutes."

Jean replied, "Don't go too far!"

Karen just shook her head and I walked out of the room. I stopped at the nurse's station and asked where I could find some vending machines. They pointed me to a waiting room down the one hallway and I walked down there. I spent more money for a soda and a couple of candy bars than I would have getting two full meals at any fast food joint by me, but what are you going to do. After I was done with them, I went back the room.

I said to Jean, "Now you go get something to eat," and told her where the vending machines were located.

She said, "I am fine."

I growled and replied, "Go get something to eat Jean. Nothing is going to be happening for a while."

Jean gave me one of her nasty looks and I gave her one back.

Karen looked at her and asked, "Please Jean?"

Jean answered, "Okay," and she went in her purse and got some money, then she left the room.

Karen said, "I am so glad that you are here Tony. I am really worried about her."

I answered, "Just stay focused Karen and let me deal with her."

Jean came back in the room carrying a soda and a couple of packs of cheese crackers, then she sat down and started to eat.

I said, "No, you didn't miss anything."

Karen laughed, then another contraction started and I talked her through it.

She rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "They are starting to get a little wicked."

I answered, "You are doing just fine," then I asked, "Right Jean?"

Jean replied, "Yes, she is doing fine," then she reached into her purse and pulled out a silver whiskey flask and said, "If you need a hit Tony, just ask."

"There will be plenty of time for that later Jean," I replied and she put it back in her purse.

The rest of the afternoon went on pretty much like that. The contractions got harder and the interval between them got shorter, and while I could tell that Karen was hurting from them, she always managed to smile after they were done. Through all of this I could feel Katie there in the room. Once in while she would give me a kiss, sometimes even giggle at one of Karen's jokes, but most of the time it was just that soft feeling of her being there.

The doctor came back in to check Karen again at 3:00 PM and I said to Jean, "Let's take a walk."

She gave me another one of those looks, but Karen said, "Go ahead Jean, I will be fine for a few minutes."

We walked down to the end of the hall and back quietly a couple of times holding hands until I saw the doctor leave Karen's room.

As we got close Jean quietly said, "Thank you Tony. I am just so damn scared for her."

I replied, "I know that you are Jean but she is doing really good and I know that she will be fine."

After we got in the room Karen, "Yep, there is a baby coming today. He said that it should be a couple more hours yet."

The next two hours went by quick enough. The nurses were coming in to check on her every thirty minutes. The contractions got stronger and there were a couple of times that I could see that Karen was almost close to tears but she always managed to smile afterwards and say something to lighten the mood. Jean was getting very tense every time Karen had one as well, but she managed to keep herself together and helped talk her through them.

When the nurse checked her at 5:00 PM, she said, "I am going to call the doctor. She is very close."

She left the room and I said to Karen, "Getting down to the easy part now."

Karen said, "I will take your word on that Tony," and she went into another hard contraction.

The doctor arrived ten minutes later along with two nurses. They got the bed ready for the delivery and then it was time to wait. The doctor took over coaching Karen, and I kept on tell her how good she was doing. Jean and I were holding her hands, but by then Jean looked liked she was ready to start crying and she didn't say anything.

Finally the doctor said, "I want you to push and hold it until I tell you to stop."

Karen looked at me, grabbed my hand very hard and started to push. I looked down and saw the top of the baby's head appear. 

The doctor said, "Rest," and Karen relaxed but was still breathing very hard.

I turned my head back to Karen and said to her softly, "You are doing great," then I looked at Jean who was still looking at Karen's face, motioned my head towards the doctor and said, "Watch Jean."

Jean turned her head towards him and the doctor said, "Start pushing again," and this time the baby's head came out of Karen, and the doctor said, "Stop."

"Almost there Karen," I said to her.

Seconds went by, then the doctor said, "Now push again."

Karen drew in a deep breath, squeezed my hand even harder, and pushed. I turned my head back towards the doctor and at 5:36 PM on April 15, 2009, Katie Elizabeth was born to this world. I watched as the nurse wrapped a blanket around her and the baby started to cry a little.

Karen said as she heard it, "Oh my God!" and I looked at her and she was crying but smiling as well.

Jean and I started crying at the same time and just then Katie let go with this intense burst of happiness and I got this feeling from her almost like she was crying as well. Whatever it was, was so strong that I looked at the nurses and both of them had tears in their eyes.

The doctor asked, "Would either of you like to cut the cord?"

I looked at Jean, but she shook her head no, so I said, "I will."

I let go of Karen's hand and moved down. The doctor handed me the scissors and I cut it. The one nurse took the baby, and showed her to Karen. She reached out and touched her for a second, then the nurse took the baby over to a table to clean her up and check her out. In the meantime Karen started to expel the afterbirth and when that was done, she finally relaxed.

The nurse brought the baby back over to her and I said, "Six pounds, fifteen ounces, and nineteen and one-half inches long."

She looked at me and said, "Either you have damn good eyes or that was a really lucky guess."

Jean looked at me with a bit of surprise but I just smiled. That was something that Elizabeth had told me about when she told me about Katie's birth. I didn't remember what they were, but I had them written down in my notebook and had looked at it a couple of days before this.

The nurse handed the baby to Karen and she started crying again and well so both Jean and I. Katie was still there beaming with joy in her own special way. The doctor stayed there for another twenty minutes and then left. Jean got out her cellphone, took a couple of pictures of Karen and the baby which she sent to Karen's mother, who called back a few minutes later and talked to Karen for a little while. I reached over with my hand and the baby grabbed my finger tightly. I know it is a reflex but it still the greatest feeling in the world.

We were there for another ten minutes then I said to Jean, "She really needs to get some rest Jean."

Karen managed a laugh and said, "I don't do nothing but lay around in bed all day." I leaned over, kissed her and Jean did the same. Karen said, "Have fun tonight," with a smile.

We left the room, and as we were walking over to the elevator, Jean said softly, "I am so glad that is over."

I answered, "She really did well Jean and the baby is beautiful."

"Yes she is," Jean replied. We got on the elevator and after we got off of the elevator Jean said, "I am going to take you to the best restaurant in town tonight."

I replied, "If this one of those places where you get a couple of postage stamp sized pieces of food for five thousand dollars a plate, I am not interested Jean. I really need to eat something."

Jean laughed and said, "You are right Tony, I know just the place."

We got to her limo and when the driver got out to open the door for us, she said something to him and we drove off. After about fifteen minutes of driving we stopped in front of a small Italian restaurant that was on one of the side streets.

There was an old guy behind the bar and when he saw us walk in, he called out, "Jeanie!" in a thick Italian accent.

Jean said quietly, "He is the only one in world that can call me that and live."

He walked up to us, and after giving Jean a hug, she said, "Tony this Sal," and we shook hands.

He replied, "Everybody calls me Pop," then he asked, " Tony? Gumba?" which is an Italian slang word for friend.

I answered, "On my father's side."

"Good enough for me!" he said with a smile.

Then he asked Jean, "Where is Karen?"

Jean answered, "She had the baby today. A baby girl."

He said with a big smile, "That is great! We are going to celebrate!" We started to head to a table but he said, "The back room is open, you can have that tonight."

We walked back farther in the restaurant and he opened up a pair of wood sliding doors that looked to be heavy enough to stop a blast from a tank cannon. There was a large round table with a few smaller ones on the side. Jean and I sat down at the big table.

Pop asked her, "The usual?"

Jean smiled and answered, "All the way." He walked out of there and she said to me, "You will love this Alfredo."

He came back a minute later with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. There was no label on the bottle and the wine he poured was a clear blood red in color.

Jean and I touched glasses and I said, "To Karen and Little Katie," and I took a taste.

She said after taking a sip from her glass, "This is his homemade stuff. He isn't supposed to sell it but it is so damn good. I keep asking him how he makes it but he won't tell me."

I took another sip and smiled. Pop came back in with basketful of garlic bread sticks and couple of bowls of marinara sauce to dip them in.

He asked me, "How do you like the wine?"

I answered, "It is very good. What is it, half elderberry?"

Jean got a look of surprise on her face and he smiled, then replied, "Not quite half. You know your wines."

My parents have made wine for as long I can remember and I even made a few batches over the years. They always blended their grape and elderberry wines just like this. Pop and I talked about wine making for a while and Jean sat quietly with a smile on her face.

After we were done, Pop said to Jean as he was leaving the room, "I like this guy Jeanie. Keep him around."

Jean looked at me and said, "I almost bought a winery a couple of years ago."

I replied, "Don't get any ideas Jean, you have to be damn chemist to run one of those places. It ain't like messing around with a few gallons of grape juice."

We finished up the breadsticks and the wine, and Pop brought out our main meal, which was a huge bowl of Alfredo with chicken. I was feeling a little full from the bread sticks, but Pop made a large pile of Alfredo on my plate. One of his waiters came in at the same time with an unmarked bottle of white wine and two clean glasses. We made another toast and started to eat.

Jean said after a few forkfuls of food, "This is the second best Alfredo I have ever eaten."

I smiled and said, "I watched her make it a few times but she had everything in her head."

We ate and talked as we did. I managed to eat two plates worth, Jean did as well and we had no trouble finishing the wine either. Pop came in a few times as we ate and his wife, who worked back in the kitchen, came in to talk with Jean for a little.

Finally I told Jean, "I am full. Thank you, this was great."

Pop came back, took our plates, and then he walked in with two small plates that had a small canoli on each one.

I said, "I can't eat another bite."




Katie's Love Ch. 12



Jean said, "Try this."

I managed to eat it and it was really good. Jean called her driver and told him to pick us up. Pop came back one more time and Jean reached into her purse, pulled out two hundred-dollar bills and lay them on the table.

He looked at her and said, "Nope, not tonight."

She said, "I insist."

He growled at her and replied, "Put your money away Jeanie, it is no damn good here tonight!"

Jean laughed and after putting the bills back in her purse, stood up, gave him a big hug and said, "Thank you Pop."

I got up as well and we shook hands.

He told me, "Make sure she brings you back here again."

I answered, "I will."

We walked outside and as we waiting for her car to arrive, Jean asked, "Would you believe that he is seventy-five years old?"

I replied, "I can believe that."

She answered, "His kids have been telling him for years to sell the place and retire but he said what am I going to do, sit around and get old?"

I laughed and said, "I have heard that before."

Her car pulled up, we got in, and spent the next hour riding around as Jean showed me the town. We drove past where her office was and went up and down along the river. Finally her driver pulled into an underground parking garage. We got out, went into an elevator, and after it stopped we walked down a short hallway and into Jean's home.

There was another short hallway with a closet, and after taking my jacket and putting it and her coat in there, we walked into the living room, which was huge. The ceilings were high, easily twelve feet and the windows ran almost from the floor to the ceiling giving a great view of the city. To the far left there was a large bar and behind that I could see a wine rack that was the length of the bar and went eight feet high. There was a very large flat screen television and I was sure that it had a sound system to match and there were a number of modern art paintings on the walls

Jean said, "Follow me," and we walked over to a large double doorway that was on the right wall.

She opened the one door, turned on the light and we walked in.

I looked around and said, "Wow, this is great."

Jean replied, "Just a few things I have picked up over the years."

The walls of the room were covered with paintings, there was all kinds of antique fancy furniture, statues, both small ones on pedestals, and a couple of large bronzes ones. I could see an early and very ornate harpsichord and an equally ornate harp in the one corner. While I don't deal in these kinds of antiques and art, I had a pretty good idea of how much money I was looking at in that room.

I smiled and said, "You do have good tastes, Jean."

She replied, "Let me show you the rest of the place."

We left that room and after crossing the living room floor, we went down a hall. On the left was a dining room and on the right was a very nice looking kitchen, which we went into. There was a big center island with rack over the top that had pans and pots hanging down, a large restaurant style stove, and marble counter tops which had an assortment of small appliances.

Jean said, "Karen asked me a few months after she moved in if she could remodel the kitchen and I said, do it. She paid for it all and helped them do it. I wasn't allowed in there until she was finished and everything was done in two weeks. It turned out really great."

I answered, "Yes it did."

Then we went back to the hallway and she showed me an office that she kept there. In the corner was an easel with a blank artist canvas. Katie had told me that that Jean had gone to college for art, but she had never said anything about doing any art to me.

I asked her, "I didn't know that you were painting again."

She shook her head and replied, "That has been sitting there Tony since I moved in here back in 1997. I get the paints out and wind up just standing there looking at it. I just don't feel it anymore."

"One day you will Jean," I said.

We walked back to the hallway and she showed me the bedrooms, including one that had a big round bed, along with a number of day beds along the sides. There was one of those sex swings in the corner, a small bar in the other, and from the ceiling hung a mirrored disco ball.

I smiled and she said, "I am sure that you can guess that this is the party room."

I laughed and replied, "I figured that out. I like the disco ball."

Jean laughed as well, then shook her ass in dance move and said, "If you are going to party, you might as well do it right."

We went down the hallway into a room on the opposite side of the hall. This was going to be the baby's room. There were the usual baby furniture type items including a crib and a cradle, and all kinds of stuffed animals and dolls sitting everywhere.

Jean said with a smile, "I got a little carried away, but what the hell. We are going to use the cradle in our room for the first month or so," then we went to her and Karen's bedroom, which was next to the party room. She told me, "Get undressed."

I sat down on one of the chairs, started taking my boots off and the rest of my clothes were soon off. While I was doing this, Jean went into a walk in closet and came back with the same black silk pajama pants that she brought for me to wear the night that Karen got pregnant. 

"Put them on. I have something else to show you," she said, then she got undressed as well. When she was done she said, "Follow me."

We left the bedroom and walked farther down the hall. At the end there was a doorway and the door was closed. She opened the door and turned on the lights and we walked in.

This was Jean's personal playroom and it looked like a dungeon from an old movie. There was a whipping post, X cross, T cross, and one of those things where you stick you head and hands through and get locked into place while standing. Off to the left side, was a bed like table that was waist high that had holes at both ends of the headboards, which I guessed where for the person to put their hands and feet. There were two horses, one about waist high and the other one was about five-foot high. There was another table that looked like one in a gynecologist's office with stirrups for a person's feet and there were chains hanging from the ceiling with hooks and cuffs. I could tell from the way that the wood was finished that this was all custom built by the same person. Over on the right hand side, there were two large cabinets that the doors were closed on and an exposed toilet, sink, and a shower stall that had chains hanging over the top of it. While it was pretty impressive sight, it was a fucking scary one as well.

Jean stood there quietly as I looked around, then I looked at her and said, "Jean, I'm not into this any more."

She walked up close to me and said, "I know you aren't. But I need you to do something for me." She paused and added, "I want you to help me find the truth."

I knew what she was talking about but I asked her, "I thought you promised Karen that you weren't going to do this?"

Jean replied, "I know Tony, but it is something that has to be done and there is no one better than you to do it."

"There has to be another way Jean," I replied

She drew in a deep breath and asked, "I am asking you as my closest friend Tony, please?" which in all the years that I have known Jean, was the first time that she had ever used the world please.

I stood there for a few minutes and finally said, "Okay."

Jean said, "Use anything you want," then she stretched her arms out and placed the insides of her wrists together like I was going to put handcuffs on them and added, "Lead me."

I took her wrists with my right hand and turned around. I looked again at all of the equipment there and decided that the low horse was going to be the best. I led her over to it and she bent down over the top. There was a belt hanging off both ends of the top so I got the pieces fastened them together, then I pulled it very tight. There were leather cuffs on the front, one for each wrist and one that fastened just above the elbow. I put these on as tight as I could as well. I moved around the back. There was a movable part on each leg that had several leather cuffs. I went to her left leg, put one around her ankle and one just above her knee. I moved the piece out as far as it could go and did the same with the right leg. Her legs were spread very wide and her cunt and ass were hanging free of the horse.

I heard her say, "Anything you need is in the cabinets."

I walked over and opened the doors to the first one. They were heavy but they opened smoothly and inside was a large collection of spanking items. All kinds of paddles, whips, crops, lashes, and canes. Some of the whips and lashes looked to be very old and very deadly and a few of the paddles looked to be old as well. There was one that looked like it was made from a large bone. I was overwhelmed at the sheer number of items in there. But I knew what I wanted to use and after another look I found it. A long fiberglass cane that was a little thicker than a quarter of a inch and that had a wooden handle. It was newer age wise compared to some of the stuff in there but the paint on the handle was well worn. I gave it a few stokes up and down making sure not to make any noise. Even though it had been a very long time, it felt just like Katie's cane. I closed the doors and headed over to the other cabinet.

I opened those doors and just stared in at the collection of items. Restraints of all kinds, sex toys of every imaginable shape, and clips and clamps. Like the spanking cabinet, some of the items were newer but a lot were very old. I could have spent a long time just looking at the goodies in both cabinets but there was business to be done. There was a deep drawer on the right side, which I opened and inside was an assortment of all kinds of lubes and other liquids. I found what I was looking for in there, which was a bottle of baby oil. I closed the drawer, then both cabinet doors, and the last thing I got was a hand towel from over at the sink.

In addition to all the bondage equipment there were a number of low benches for sitting on. As I walked back over to the horse, I dragged one of those close to Jean's right leg. I didn't know if she had been watching me while I was in the cabinets, but her head was turned to the left when I got back. I quietly set the cane and the towel down and walked over to where her ass was, poured some baby oil on her right cheek and started to rub it in. Jean jumped a little as I touched her but then she settled down.

Katie had never told me what had happened the night that Jean helped her to try and find her own truth, but she had written it down in her diary. Every last detail of it, including the fact that Jean had coated Katie's ass with baby oil prior to starting the spanking. Katie had even given me a taste of what it felt like one night when she was spanking me and I knew how much more that it made the spanking sting.

I gave both of Jean's cheeks a good coating of oil and then worked some down her ass crack and around her cunt as well. Her pubes glistened with the oil. I set the bottle down, wiped my hand on the towel, then without saying a word, I moved a little to the left of her ass and landed a very hard slap on her left ass cheek. She jumped a little but she didn't say a word. From the way that my hand was stinging and the red imprint of my hand left by the slap, I knew that it had to hurt. 

In Katie's diary she had described every stroke, both the physical pain as well as the emotional pain that she was trying to overcome although she never said why it was there in the first place. And I don't want people to think that this was revenge. Jean had tried to help Katie come to terms with her fear of being in love with me and I knew that I had Jean to thank for that. But I also knew that Jean had something that she needed to overcome as well. I didn't know what it was, just how I was going to try and help her do that.

I waited for a while before delivering another hard slap to the same cheek and on the same spot. I repeated the process on her right cheek. I kept this up until I got to the ninth slap. Both of her cheeks were bright red from the spanking and my hand was hurting pretty bad as well. I applied another coating of baby oil to both cheeks before I delivered the last two special slaps to her ass. Hard as I could, I brought my hand down on first her left cheek and then after about thirty seconds, to her right cheek. Jean stiffened and bucked a little as they landed but she still didn't make a sound.

I walked over to the bench, wiped the oil off of my hand with the towel, and picked up the cane then I walked over to the left side of the horse so that Jean could see me. She was looking straight ahead, but I moved the cane up and down a few times, fast enough to make a swooshing noise and she turned her head towards me. I looked her in the eye for a brief moment then she turned and looked straight ahead.

While Jean hadn't given me a safe word, if she had asked to stop during any of this I would have, but she made no sound at all. I walked back around to the back of the horse, then I took aim and landed a very hard strike across the lower part of her ass just above where her legs started and a red line appeared instantly. Like she had done with the slaps, Jean jumped a little but settled back quickly for the next one, which I took my time in delivering. Right to the exact same spot and after a wait, I put a third and then a fourth one on the same spot as well. The line across that part of her ass was dark purple. I waited and then repeated the process, first landing four on the upper part of her ass and then four more across the center. When Jean had done this to Katie, she had been tormenting her verbally, as well and I knew all the words that had been spoken there. But not knowing what was Jean was struggling with, I felt it best to remain silent. Her breathing got heavier as she struggled with the pain but she wasn't crying. I changed the direction of my stroke and put a vertical stripe on the center of her left cheek, which was followed by a second one to the same spot. I did the same to her right cheek. As she was settling down from the last one there, I walked back over to the side of the horse and gave the cane a couple of swooshes to get her attention. She looked over at me, this time she looked at me for a longer period of time before closing her eyes and turning her face straight ahead.

I walked back behind her and I reached in with my left hand and parted her cunt lips, which were soaked from the oil and her own juices. I moved back a little, and after bending over to get the right angle, I landed a hard strike in between her cheeks that went from her asshole, through her cunt and across her clit. She jumped hard a few times from the searing pain and shook for a while afterwards. I waited again until she quieted down. I was hoping that she would tell me to stop but I knew that she wouldn't. Again I brought the cane down into her crotch and again she jumped and shook. The third one landed and this time she let out a shriek of pain. Her breathing was very hard and the shaking went on for a lot longer. As I waited, I reached down inside the top of the pajama pants and started stroking my cock until it was hard. I landed the fourth and last stoke to her cunt harder than the first three had been. As she was screaming from the pain, I dropped the cane, untied the top of the pants, pulled my cock out and rammed it hard into her cunt. Jean had used a dildo on Katie but I had no need for one of those. Jean started climaxing violently and almost nonstop as I pounded her hard. I didn't last long, no more than a couple of minutes before delivering three very hard thrusts and three equally hard shots of sperm deep inside of her. I got off of her and wiped the sperm, pussy juice and baby oil off of my cock, balls, and my legs. Jean continued to orgasm for at another twenty seconds while I did this. I spotted another bench and brought it over to the side of the horse.

Jean turned her head towards where I was sitting and despite all of this, she wasn't crying but she was still breathing hard as she said, "Katie said that she never told you what happened that night."

I answered, "That is correct Jean, she never did. But she wrote it all down in her diary, stroke by stroke."

Katie hadn't been in the room at least that I had felt while all this had been going on, but then I felt her touch me lightly. She told me something, gave me a quick kiss and she also kissed Jean as well before departing again.

I smiled and Jean asked, "What did she tell you?"

I said, "Oh that I should go turn out all the lights, close the door and leave you in here until tomorrow morning."

Jean screamed, "No!" and proceeded to beg and plead with me not to do that.

Actually all Katie had told me was that Jean was afraid of the dark, just like she had been. Jean had left her in the dark for a while, Katie wasn't sure how long it had been, but knowing how terrified she was of that and being strapped down to the bench in her playroom and unable to move, that even a few minutes would have seemed like hours.

I let Jean carry on for a minute before I said, "No Jean. I'm not going to do that. I have something better in mind."

Jean got quiet except for her hard breathing from all the yelling that she had been doing. I stood up and moved the bench directly in front of her head. I ran my hands gently up and down her back a few times then without warning, I sunk my fingertips into the hair of her armpits and started tickling her.

She screamed, "Fuck! No! No! No!" as I tickled away. 

One time after I had tickled Katie she told me that Jean hated to be tickled. 

Katie said, "I can get away with tickling her, but if anyone else does she gets really nasty." and that was what was happening here with much screaming and cursing.

I stopped after a couple of minutes and let her catch her breath for maybe thirty seconds before starting back up again.

"Nobody tickles me!" she screamed, "Nobody tickles me!" 

I leaned forward and said, "Yes Jean, but I'm not nobody."

"Fuck you!" she screamed.

I kept this up for a total of five times. I let her rest for a little and then I started walking my fingers down her sides. She tensed up but then flinched a little when I got to the right spots on her sides just below her ribcage. I started tickling her again to a chorus of more screams, curses and threats. Like the first time I tickled her for couple of minutes, then stopped for a while and this went on again for five times. I do have to tell you, this was a hell of a lot more fun than spanking her, although I know that Jean had a different opinion.

I could tell she was getting tired but she still had a lot of fight in her as she screamed, "Son of a fucking bitch I am going to kill you!" I moved the bench back so that I was sitting along side of her left leg then I slowly traced my finger down her leg. Jean started screaming, "No! No! No!" as I started tickling the sole of her foot.

She was really ticklish there and during the third time I was tickling her foot, Jean got quiet and tensed up.

I heard her yell "Fuck!" and I looked up at her ass just as a hard stream of piss came blasting out. I kept on ticking until she stopped. As I let her rest a little, she screamed, "Look what you made me do you bastard!" I just laughed and tickled that foot two more times. She was getting hoarse from all the screaming as I moved over to the bench that was sitting by her right leg when she said, "I hope you are happy now!"

I laughed and replied, "Nope. Maybe this time you will shit yourself."

She screamed, "Fuck you!" as I started tickling her right foot.




Katie's Love Ch. 12



But she was pretty well exhausted and while the cursing continued it was not as loud and with periods of quiet in between.

After the fifth time on that foot I said, "All done."

I moved the leg of the horse back over and unbuckled her leg from the straps, then I did the same with her left leg. She had marks on both legs from the straps. I walked around to the front of the horse, unbuckled her arms, and finally the strap across her back. Jean tried to push herself up off the horse but she was too weak. I got behind her, placed my hands under her shoulders and helped her straighten up. Staying like that I walked her away from the horse and the puddle of piss on the floor, then I let go and she stood there for a minute catching her breath.

All of a sudden Jean turned around with a look of anger in her eyes, stuck her finger in my face and hoarsely said, "You fucking son of a bitch! If you ever! If you ever!"

I put my hands on my waist and asked, "Ever what Jean?"

She started laughing, put her arms around my neck, and answered, "Tickle me. Nobody tickles me." Jean started crying, placed her cheek next to mine and one more time said, "Nobody tickles me."

Jean let out a wail and starting crying hard. Her grip around my neck tightened and I wrapped my arms around her waist as well. I remembered the last time someone had cried like that in my arms. It was that last night that I had spent with Elizabeth as we both cried about Katie. 

As she cried Jean called out, "Damn it Katie, why did you have to die? Why did you have leave me all alone?"

It was then that I realized that Jean had never really grieved for Katie. Sure she had cried but instead of letting those feelings flow out with her tears, they had fueled the anger that she felt over Katie's passing and it was that anger that had ruled her life all these years. I knew then that she had found the truth that she was looking for.

Katie came back into the playroom, wrapped herself tightly around the both of us and I started crying as well.

Jean cried, "I love you Katie. I miss you so much."

I also said, "I love you Katie."

We stood there for a very long time and Jean kept on crying and crying. When it finally eased up, Katie gave me a kiss and from the way that Jean shuddered I knew that Katie had kissed her as well and then she left. I knew that she had another place to be that night and I also knew that from now on, the world was going to see a different Jean. I pulled my head back and kissed her.

As we hugged again Jean said, "Let's go Tony. I will clean this mess up tomorrow."

I helped her walk out of the playroom, turned off the light, closed the door, and then we went into her bedroom.

She said, "Damn it I have to piss again," so we went into the bathroom. She looked at the toilet seat, felt her ass with one hand and said, "No way." I reached over and lifted the toilet seat up and she straddled the toilet and pissed standing up. She moved away and I took one as well, then I got a washcloth and gently washed her cunt and ass off. Jean tensed a little as I was doing this, but I heard her laugh and say, "Not bad for an amateur." 

I laughed as I pulled off the pajama pants, washed my cock and balls off, and then we went back in the bedroom.

As Jean started to slowly crawl on the bed I said, "I don't know about you but I need a drink."

She laughed and replied, "Hell yes. Bring the damn bottle with you!"

I walked out to the bar. There was a bottle of the good stuff sitting out there, which I grabbed along with a couple of glasses. I went back through the kitchen and got some ice in both glasses. I walked into the bedroom and Jean was lying on her stomach in the center of the bed. As I poured both glasses full, she rolled over on her side and I handed the one to her. I got on the bed with her, and after we touched glasses in a silent toast, We lay there quietly sipping at the Scotch. But I could tell from the look on her face that she was deep in thought.

After a few minutes she said, "Tony, when Elizabeth called and told me that Katie had died, it was like a hand went inside my chest and just ripped my heart right out."

"I know Jean," I replied, "Believe me, I know exactly how you felt."

Jean went on, "I got so angry with Katie, how could she do this to me? I know it wasn't her fault but still I never could let that anger go, not that I even tried and when you told me that she knew that it was going to happen, my God, you have no idea how mad I was. For a long time after the accident I kept hoping that I could find someone to blame for it. Someone that I could reach out and just rip to shreds, and I will be honest with you Tony, for the first couple of years that we talked, in way I was hoping that it was you."

I said, "No apology needed Jean, I had my own problems with that as well, although not with you." 

She replied, "But as the time passed, I knew that you weren't to blame. Hell, you were still as much in love with her as I was. I could see that every time we talked about her and after that night down in Harrisburg, I wanted you, I really wanted you. But I could see that you were still so damn haunted by her memory," and she laughed, shook her head and added, "Little did I know then just how true that was. Even after you showed her to me, I just couldn't get rid of the anger, and that night at the resort with Karen? I really, really, thought Tony, that Katie did that to punish me for the way that I felt. I was so blinded that I couldn't accept it for the beautiful gift of love that it was."

I answered, "I knew that something was bothering you and so did Karen."

Jean started to cry a little and said, "I feel like such a fucking fool, Tony. Such a goddamn fucking fool. I think of all these years that I have wasted being angry with Katie."

I replied, "But now that is in the past Jean and I know it will be hard, but the best thing to do is just to let it all go. Wake up tomorrow and just starting living and say the hell with the rest of it. Your life sure isn't going to be the same once Karen comes home with baby."

"I know Tony," she answered, "And I am so scared. I will tell you, because of what happened to Katie, these past months since Karen got pregnant I have been a wreck worrying about her. Every time she left here to go someplace, I literally held my breath until I heard from her again, especially when she went to spend the night with you. I knew she was going to be okay there with you, but the wait until she got there and back drove me out of my mind. Is it so damn wrong to feel this way?"

I said, "Wrong would be locking her in here and telling her that she can't go anywhere. Being concerned for Karen's safety but still letting her be the person that she is, that is nothing more than love Jean, and no one would ever fault you for feeling that way. I sure as hell wouldn't and I know that Karen wouldn't either. But did Katie told her that both her and the baby were going to be okay, and well, whatever Katie knows or however she knows it, I believed her."

Jean looked at me, took one more sip of her whiskey and handed me glass. I put both of our glasses on the night and rolled back over facing her.

She drew in a deep breath and in a very soft voice that was trembling a little asked, "Love me Tony?"

I answered, "It is going to hurt."

Jean replied, "Then please make it right like you did for Katie after that night that I went to see her," and she placed her arm around my shoulder and we kissed.

I brought my hand down and played with her breast a little. Jean got closer and brought her leg up over my ass. I put my hand on her pubes and at the same time she reached down and started gently working my cock with her fingers. I moved in deeper and as the tip of my middle finger touched her clit, she tensed a little but then she relaxed. I lightly rubbed it for a while then moved it down and after carefully parting her cunt lips I pressed it deep inside of her. She tensed again but relaxed. I gently put my thumb on her clit, then slowly and carefully brought her to a climax. She let out a shriek and jumped off the bed when it hit. I stopped moving my fingers and held her close as she shook from it. I looked at her and she gave me one of those deep passionate looks.

We kissed long and deeply, then she carefully rolled on her back and I got between her legs. Again being as gentle as I could, I got my cock at the mouth of her cunt, then slowly pressed in until I was all the way inside of her. I looked her in the eye as I started to slowly move my cock in and out of her cunt and the look in her eyes was more passionate than I had ever seen before. After a few minutes I felt Katie there, then all of a sudden I was back in my old apartment making love to her the night after Jean had come to see her. I could see her face as I slowly made love to her on that night. This went on for maybe a minute, then Katie kissed me and left.

Jean looked at me and said, "Oh my God Tony, I was just in some strange room and you were making love to me but it was like it wasn't really me."

I smiled and replied, "I know Jean, I was there also."

She shook her head and started to tighten her cunt as I pushed inside of her.

Both of our climaxes built and then Jean said, "Fill me Tony, fill me with your love!"

I put my cheek next to her cheek, she wrapped her arms tightly around me, then my cock throbbed and the first shot of sperm went out and Jean's orgasm hit her hard at the same time. She locked her cunt around my cock so tightly that I couldn't move and pushed herself up hard against me, over and over again as she shook from the intense pleasure.

When she finally settled down, I moved my head back and Jean had tears in her eyes. I was going to say something but she pulled my head back down next to her head.

She said softly, "That was so special Tony, so damn special."

We lay like that for a while, then I got off of her and lay down next to her on my side. She rolled over, faced me and we kissed and kissed and kissed.

After it was done, I said, "It has been a long day," and I rolled over and went to turn on the lamp.

Jean said, "Wait," and pointed over to a nightlight that was plugged into a wall socket.

I asked, "Should I turn it on?"

She answered, "It comes on by itself, go unplug it."

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Fuck no," she replied, "but do it anyway."

I got out of the bed, walked over, unplugged the nightlight and set it on the floor. I got back in the bed and Jean moved up close to me.

"Whatever you do Tony," she said in voice that was trembling a little, "Don't let go of me tonight."

I smiled and said, "Not tonight or ever Jean," and she closed her eyes.

I reached back and turned off the lamp. Jean lay there quietly for a few seconds and then she must have opened her eyes and started shaking. She started breathing real fast and the shaking got harder.

"Relax Jean," I softly said, "No one is going to hurt you. I am here and I know that Katie isn't far away."

A few minutes passed but by then my eyes had adjusted to the darkness so that I could see her face. Her breathing finally slowed down and the shaking was almost gone as well.

Jean said in a shaky voice, "I went to Elizabeth's house first on the morning of Katie's funeral. She took me over to the funeral home before they moved her to the church. I didn't know how bad the accident was then and I asked if she could get them to open the lid and she just shook her head no. Something inside of me snapped, Tony, here was the only person that I ever loved locked in that damn casket and I couldn't even see her to say good-bye."

I softly replied, "I know Jean, I felt the same."

She went on, "I managed to get myself together when it was time to go to the church. Mom said that I could sit up front with her but I knew that people would be staring and talking about me. I didn't want her to have to deal with that so I sat in the back with my sister Janet and after the funeral I went right back to New York. Mom said that I could spend the night with her but I just had to get as far away from there as I possibly could. That night I had this nightmare that I was trapped in this box and it dark and cold and I couldn't get out. I woke up screaming but it didn't go away until after I turned on a light. I got a drink and went back to bed. As soon as I turned off the light, it all came back again. I turned it back on and I haven't been able to sleep or do anything in dark since then." Jean laughed a little and added, "I have two generators in the basement of this building and at the office, and enough fuel at both places to keep them running for a month. I tried to hide it from Karen at first, but she figured it out when she started finding two flashlights in every room."

I laughed a little and said, "I guess that she would."

Jean said, "She tried to ask me about it, Tony, but I just didn't want to tell her," and she started crying a little.

I replied, "Having gotten to know Karen as well as I have Jean, believe me, she won't love you any less because of this."

Jean didn't say anything else and soon I heard her sleeping. I let myself fall asleep as well and once again I had nice dreams about Katie. I woke up the next morning and Jean was still sleeping. The curtains were open and it was fairly bright in the room. I carefully turned and looked over at the clock.

Jean moved a little at the same time and said, "I am afraid to ask what time it is."

I laughed and answered, "It is a little before 9:00 AM Jean."

She laughed as well and replied, "It is a good thing that you aren't around more often, I'd be wasting half the damn morning in bed." She rolled on her back, I moved back a little as she did and I saw a look of pain come over her face as her ass made full contact with the bed. She shook her head and said, "I think that you are going to lose your amateur status after last night," and smiled.

I laughed again and said, "Hopefully that will be the last time that I ever get asked to do something like that again."

Jean looked at me and said, "But I am warning you Tony, if you ever and I mean ever!"

I asked, "Ever what Jean?"

She replied, "You know what I am talking about!"

"Oh," I answered.

I quickly lifted my leg up, sat on top of her stomach, and before she could do anything, I started tickling her under her arms. Jean started bucking her hips and pushing with her arms on my shoulders to get her off of me but I was way to heavy for that.

"Stop it! Damn it! I am going to piss the bed!" she screamed.

I smiled and replied, "Maybe you will shit in it too!"

I kept on tickling and she was grabbing my hands to try and get me to stop, then finally she asked, "Please will you stop?" Which I did and we both laughed, then kissed, after which she said, "Son of a bitch, now I really have to piss!"

We got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I held Jean's hands as she carefully sat down on the toilet.

While she was sitting there she looked at me and said, "What a fucking pair we make," and laughed.

"You are right about that Jean," I replied with a smile.

She wiped herself and got up off the seat. I went over, lifted the seat and pissed. Jean washed her face and hands and when I was done, I did the same.

She said, "I am going to call Karen."

I replied, "Before you do that, if you tell me where to find the coffee, I will go out and get it started."

Jean told me where to look for it and after a kiss, I went out to the kitchen. The coffee maker was one of those that grind the beans before making the coffee. I had used a similar one but not as fancy as this one was. But after finding the coffee, I got it figured out and the coffee started to brew.

Jean walked into the kitchen and said, "They are both doing fine Tony. Karen said to take all the time we want this morning."

"That is good," I replied.

She went and got a couple of cups, spoons and a bowl of sugar.

Jean then carefully sat down on one of the barstools and said, "It is going to be long day," but then she laughed and added, "But it will be worth every second of it."

"I am glad Jean," I answered.

She said, "I just feel so damn alive," and she smiled. The coffee was done by then, I poured us each a cup and after taking a sip, Jean said, "Even this tastes so much better this morning."

I replied, "Well I did fiddle with your coffee maker a little."

"Whatever you did," she said, "It is great. We will go out for breakfast before going to the hospital."

I answered, "Depends on what Karen has here, I can cook breakfast."

Jean looked at me and said, "If you want, there is plenty of food here." We sat there drinking our coffee and we were done she said, "Lets go back to bed for a little."

"Fine with me," I replied.

We walked back there and got in the bed. After lying there and kissing for a little while, Jean pushed me over on my back, crawled over my stomach, then leaned down and kissed me one more time. Then she moved down my legs and after lifting my cock with her fingers, she gently wrapped her mouth around it. As far as blowjobs go, this one wasn't real fancy but it felt damn good. Jean put every bit of passion that she could into pleasuring me. She got me real close to cumming several times but would slow down and let me relax a little.

After the last one of these, I felt one of Katie's giggles and heard her say, "She was always the best."

I laughed a little, then Jean stopped for a second, looked up at the ceiling and said with a big smile, "You got that right Katie," and she lowered her head again and this time she didn't stop. My cock started to twitch and throb and as the first shot of sperm went into her mouth, she said passionately, "Yes!"

I finished cumming and Jean kept on gently sucking me until my cock was completely soft. Then she kissed her way up my body until our lips met in a long and deep kiss. I was going to say, "Thank you," but Jean pressed her finger to my lips. We stayed like that quietly, kissing then her laying her cheek next to mine.

After ten minutes Jean said, "Well I guess it is time to get up."

I laughed and replied, "I ain't that damn good Jean," and she laughed as well.

She crawled off me, got out of the bed and I followed her into the bathroom. The shower in Jean's bathroom was great. There were showerheads at either end, that had both a fixed head and one that that was on a hose. There were also heads that were waist high. We had a lot of fun in there, then afterwards we got dressed.

We went out to the kitchen and I made breakfast for us. Jean helped me find what I needed as far as the food and the pans, then she sat there and we talked as I worked. I am a reasonably good cook but I am a very messy one. I made up a big pan of hash brown potatoes with onions and peppers that had a layer of cheese melted on top and I also made one of my special omelets for Jean. I have a certain way that I make them and I have never had a complaint about them. After everything was done cooking, I dished out some of the potatoes on a plate and slid the omelet on there as well, then I filled my plate with potatoes and we started to eat.

Jean took a bit of the omelet, and another one, then gave me this look, and I asked, "Should I get the trashcan?"

She answered, "If you get the trashcan I am getting my gun!" and we laughed. She said, "This is damn good Tony. I can't believe that you can make an omelet like this but you don't eat them."

I replied, "Never had my ass fucked, but you have never complained about how I do that either."

Jean laughed again and said, "I deserved that," then she asked as she held up another piece on her fork, "What do you call this?"

I smiled and answered, "My morning after omelet."