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Moving On

By: ImperfectBiAngel



Jess looked at the TV lazily, sitting on the couch in her living room with her friend Sean. She changed the channel, getting bored with the show they were watching. Sean made no complaints, yawning softly as he watched the channels flash. It was about six o'clock on a Saturday night, Jess' mom was at work, her sister was at a friends. Typically, this would be an ideal situation for a guy and girl that were attracted to each other. But not Jess and Sean. They were just friends. Much too mature for the cliche setting of being home alone. Or were they?

"Jess, " Sean said her name out of nowhere.

"Huh?" She kept her eyes on the screen.

"Let's do something, " he said, looking at her, having something in mind, but not wanting to say it. He stared at her lips for a moment, and his eyes slowly drank up her whole body, but was interrupted when she spoke.

"Like what?" she looked at him as well, raising an eyebrow when his eyes shot back up to meet her gaze.

"I dunno ... something, " he shrugged, playing it off.

"Good suggestion, " she laughed a little, watching the TV again, "wanna play PS2?"

"No."

"Wanna go online?"

"No."

"Well, what then?" she asked, looking at him, getting flustered.

"How bout ... " he turned towards her and took a deep breath, mustering up some courage and leaning in a little closer, "this ... " he said softly, then pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes, gently putting his hand on her cheek. Jess pulled back slightly, shocked.

"Wh-what was that for?" she asked nervously.

"Just ... for being you, I guess. "

"For being me?"

"Yeah ... irresistible, " he smiled a little.

"Oh yeah right, " Jess laughed softly, blushing, "you're getting me confused with yourself. "

"I don't think so, " he smiled, leaning in again. Jess stopped him gently, looking at him.

"I thought you didn't want this ... " she looked at him sadly, not wanting to be used just as a makeout partner.

"I didn't, " he said, her sad face breaking his heart, "but ... after seeing you in person that night and not just on your camera ... actually getting to talk face to face and make you laugh and smile, and you staying until I left ... then getting a hug, " he smiled, continuing, "things changed. "

"Really?" Jess looked into his eyes, a glimmer of hope sparkling in her own, "you don't ... I mean ... I just ... " she had no idea what to say, smiling.

"I was wrong in thinking that you'd be like other girls I'd dated. I shouldn't have compared you to them, when you're NOT them. You're nothing like them, I was just too scared to admit it to myself and realize that you might actually be different from other girls. That you might actually care about me for real. I didn't want to mess up again, " he confessed, taking her hand in his own, "I spent so much time feeling sorry for myself and getting caught up in my own problems, that I didn't see a great thing sitting right in front of me. "

"You ... you mean that?" she asked softly.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, " he smiled, "I love the way you're always so open and honest with me, and you're not afraid to be yourself, and don't try to impress me by being someone you're not. And even though I don't say it ... I really do think you're beautiful. Inside and out, " he told her, "I should have been more honest with my feelings for you. I was scared ... but not anymore."

"Me either, " Jess smiled brightly, "I got so many mixed signals from you, One minute I felt like you really liked me, then the next I would feel like I was the most annoying and disgusting person on earth to you. I'm so used to being complimented when someone likes me, that's how I know they do. You rarely did, so I thought you didn't like me ... but then there were moments when you were the biggest flirt, " she laughed a little, "and I felt like I was on top of the world, like I could do anything. You made my heart soar, I was glowing. I would tell myself that maybe you're just holding back because you were scared. But I didn't want you to be afraid of liking me. Just cause you like someone doesn't mean you can't flirt without dating, you know? But ... I'm glad you told me all of this, because ... I really like you. I couldn't ever hurt you, Sean, " she smiled.

"I realize that now ... " he smiled too, squeezing her hands, gently leaning in again, stopping right before he got to her lips, pulling back and raising an eyebrow, "does this mean I have to be seen in public with you?" he teased.

"Shutup!" Jess laughed, pulling his hands towards her, kissing his lips gently. Sean grinned against her lips, pulling his hands from hers and sliding his arms around her waist. She was the perfect size for his arms, he could just wrap himself up in her. Jess smiled, slipping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeper, parting his lips with her tongue and exploring his mouth, their tongues dancing.

"Mmm ... " Sean's hands slid up her back, and he gently began to lay down, pulling her over him, not breaking the kiss. Jess smiled a little against his lips, much more comfortable this way. She had one leg on each side of him, straddling him gently as she kissed him lovingly. Sean grinned and gently squeezed her sides.

"Sean, " Jess giggled a little, grabbing his hands and kissing him again, gently sucking on his tongue. Sean's hands broke free from hers, resuming their position on her waist, wandering her sides gently. Jess didn't mind at all, kind of liking the thrill of being alone with him in the house. She soon pulled away from his lips, as hard as it was, and moved to his neck. She had a weird neck fetish, and she LOVED Sean's neck, planting kisses right below his earlobe, and along his jawbone. Sean closed his eyes and smiled, rubbing her back gently. Jess gently sucked on his neck, then went up again, gently nibbling on his earlobe and smiling, kissing back down again, her hands on his shoulders. She kissed his adams apple, then up his neck, over his chin and back to his soft lips. Sean smiled against her lips, loving the way she pampered him.

"Let's switch places, " he smiled, mumbling against her lips.

"I like it here, " she smiled back, kissing him deeply to hush him. Sean laughed a little into her mouth and ran his hands down to her ass, squeezing it gently, pressing her against him. Jess moaned softly into his mouth, causing the same reaction in him. Jess liked feeling that she had a little power over him, and wasn't ready to give it up just yet. She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him slow and deep, very gently biting his bottom lip, then sucking on it gently, kissing him again.

"Mmm ... " he thrust his hips up slightly, holding her down on him, "come on, Jess ... " he groaned slightly.

"Come on what?" she smirked, kissing his neck.

"This is torture, " he groaned, squeezing her ass as she kissed on him.

"Poor baby ... " she smirked, sliding her hands up his shirt and rubbing his chest and abs.

"Ugh, " he groaned. Jess giggled slightly, pulling off his shirt, then kissing him again, moving her kisses down his chin and neck, down his chest, over his abs, to where his jeans began.

"Mmm, " Jess smirked, playfully licking right under the top of his pants.

"Damn, " he moaned softly, running his fingers through her hair. Jess grinned, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them off, seeing his bulge through his boxers. She tossed his pants on the floor, then pulled off her shirt, licking her lips at him, then pushing her jeans down, crawling back on top of him in just a black thong and bra. Sean's hands immediately roamed her body as they shared another kiss. Like hungry wolves, his hands explored every inch of her smooth, soft skin, grabbing her ass firmly, then going up, unclasping her bra.

"Mmm, " Jess moaned softly, letting him slide it down her arms. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, moaning into her mouth as he moved her up on him slightly, gently sucking on one of her breasts, "Ugh, Sean ... " she moaned softly, gently tugging at his hair. Sean smirked, letting her come back down, kissing her again as he pushed her panties down and tossed them to the floor. He slid his hand down between her legs, over her shaved center, kissing her neck as he rubbed his fingers over her clit and down to her wet slit. Jess moaned into his hair as he slowly slid two fingers inside her.

"Ooh, " Sean moaned softly, kissing her neck some more.

"Ugh!" Jess whimpered softly, grabbing his shoulders, "God, yeah ... " she moaned, riding his fingers slightly. Sean grinned and pumped his fingers in and out a few times, bringing his fingers to her lips. Jess moaned and closed her eyes, sucking on his fingers as Sean watched, becoming even more aroused. When she was through, he kissed her again as he reached down to push off his boxers, Jess attempted to help him, and then looked at him, smirking. Sean just grinned at her.

"Turn around, " he said simply. Jess bit her lip, smirking and kissing him again before turning around and getting into the '69' position. Her eyes widened, being face to face with his erection, and she bit her lip, taking it into her hand and stroking it gently, "Mmm, " Sean moaned, grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer to his face, slowly licking her pussy.

"Ugh, babe!" Jess moaned, closing her eyes, shivers running down her spine. She then hesitated no more, taking his Dick into her hot mouth, sucking gently on the head before attempting to take more. Sean moaned as he grabbed her ass, shoving his tongue inside her and swirling it around, using one hand to reach around her leg and rub her clit. Jess whimpered loudly, sucking harder on him, stroking his base, causing Sean to grunt loudly and attack her center with more force.

"Mmm, yeah, " he moaned, diving his tongue back into her depths, licking at her as he added a finger to his pleasuring.

"Sean!" Jess pulled away from his dick, whimpering loudly, "God!" she moaned, going back down and sucking on him again, faster this time, swirling her tongue around his dick. Sean moaned as he felt her pumping his shaft as she gave him oral pleasure. Her mouth felt so good around his length, and he held back as long as he could, not wanting to orgasm too soon, but he almost couldn't help himself, her every move threatening to drive him over the edge. 

"Shit!" he threw his head back temporarily, finally being able to hold back no longer. He squeezed her ass hard, thrusting his hips up slightly and grunting as he released his hot loads into her mouth. Jess moaned, closing her eyes tightly and sucking on him still, swallowing what she could, then licking up and down his dick, kissing the tip, as she heard him moan, then felt him dive his face back into her center, determined to make her cum,

"Oh yeah!" Jess moaned, sitting up and looking down, watching him eat her out, rubbing her breasts as she licked her lips. Sean held her thighs as he dove his tongue inside her, swirling it around, then massaging her clit with it. He pulled one of his hands away, rubbing her clit quickly as he licked at her again, "Oh God babe, right there! Yeah!" She whimpered, her head rolling back as she moaned, closing her eyes again.

"C'mon baby, " he moaned, wanting to taste her. He rubbed her clit harder, making her scream.

"Yeah!!" she squealed, "Oh God!!" She called out his name, whimpering before her body trembled, and her hips bucked slightly, as she came fast and hard.

"Ugh, hell yeah, " he moaned, licking her pussy, reaching up and rubbing her breasts, proud that he made her orgasm.

"Ohh God baby, " she moaned, as he gently pulled her back down against him, kissing her deeply.

"That was fun, " he smirked, kissing her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her.

"It felt sooo good, " she moaned softly, sliding her arms around his neck and closing her eyes, her body still trembling. Sean smiled and kissed her head, rubbing her back.

"I should chill with you more often, " he teased, kissing her nose. Jess smiled, opening her eyes and looking at him. He smiled back, gently tucking her hair behind her ear and kissing her soft lips.

"So do I now have the privilege to be your girl?" she smiled at him cutely. Sean couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Girl the privilege is mine, not yours, " he kissed her gently, hugging her tightly. Jess smiled, sighing happily.

"I love you Sean, " she said softly, closing her eyes and nuzzling his neck. Sean looked down at her, not quite ready to say 'I love you' to someone yet, but had a feeling it wouldn't take him long, so he just smiled and kissed her head.

"I know babe ... " he whispered, "I know. I think I could love you too. "

Moving On



I had finally returned to the grounds of Oakton Park to scatter Luke's ashes.

We had spent the last two months of Luke's life in a small cottage in the grounds of the main house, and it had been Luke's wish that the grounds should be the final resting place for his ashes. I had wanted them to go somewhere that I could return to to mourn him. But in those last weeks he had been insistent. And I couldn't break the promise he had forced me to make to him.

The main house at Oakton Park was the English home of a distant cousin of Luke's, and an elderly aunt arranged with its owner for us to have the use of the cottage while Luke was still well enough to remain at home—because, unfortunately, we didn't have a home of our own to spend that time in.

We had spent our lives moving around the globe, going from one promising mineral exploration project to another. Luke had begun his career in the high, dry mountains of South America before moving on to the jungles of Indonesia and Borneo. I had begun mine in the Australian desert, before I met Luke on my first job in Kalimantan. There had been an instant affinity between us, but we had tried to ignore the physical attraction. He was the site manager and senior geologist, and I was one of several geo's working directly under him. The harmony and smooth operation of a remote mining camp can be upset by a lot of things. And any sexual relationship on site would have been almost impossible to keep secret.

It had finally happened one night when we had both had to fly to Kuala Lumpur for different reasons. Me to go on to Jakarta for a job interview. Luke to go for the monthly management meeting in KL.

There had been a mix-up with the company's bookings, and the hotel had a conference group filling every spare room. We had wound up saying we'd share the one room they had reserved for MM Mining and Exploration.

We both knew why I was going to Jakarta, and the knowledge we might only see each other for a few weeks more and might never meet again had us both anxious and relieved at the same time. We shared dinner and a few drinks, and it turned out that both of us were thinking the same thing all through the meal. The conference crowd were noisy and wanting to party, and neither of us was interested in the noise and carry on, so we headed back to our room early. Both having early flights was a good excuse.

Luke's hand brushed my ass in the lift, and my cock twitched at the touch. I was instantly in heat for him. And it must have shown in my face, as he moved closer, and by the time the lift reached the eleventh floor he had his hand on my package and was kissing my neck from behind, as I reached back to pull his head closer to mine and pressed his hand harder against my engorging dick. His drill was already resting hard and incredibly long against the crease of my arse cheeks.

It was several months since I had left the jungle camp last and had let myself be in heat. I also felt as if I had known Luke all my life, and might never see him again and I knew that there could be no problems about anything that happened between us that night. We both knew that the interview I was going to was almost a formality. In a few weeks I'd be gone.

So we both let go. Completely. I was already unbuttoning my shirt as we entered our room, and Luke closed the door and came up to me and we kissed hungrily as he ran his hands up and down my torso while I removed my shirt. Then his hands followed down to run inside my briefs as I undid my pants, his hands pushing them down as I wrapped my arms about him and we kissed. Both of us were moaning and I was whimpering with need. His strong hands squeezed my dick and balls then moved to my butt cheeks and massaged them as he devoured my mouth, and I had trouble pulling free of his embrace to drop to my knees before him and unzip his pants and pull his throbbing tool free.

I sunk my mouth over his cap and ran my tongue in and around his dripping slit catching the precum leaking from him. He pulled my head in to him and his nine-inch tool sank into my throat, but was way too much for me to take, so I wrapped one hand around the root of it and worked my mouth hungrily over the rest. But Luke quickly pulled free and took hold of my arms; pulling me up, and tossing me back onto the bed. He loomed over me and I spread and lifted my thighs as I grabbed his hands and pulled him to me.

"Never without protection," he'd growled and lurched free.

I stroked myself as I watched his muscular but lean body as he emptied his bag on the floor, hunting for a condom. In a moment he was back and I tore open the packet with trembling hands as he lifted my hips and dropped his mouth to my exposed entrance. Then I was rolling the latex on him and he was roughly fingering my ass. We were both in a rush. We'd waited too long and were too much in heat for each other to go slowly.

I cried out in pain as he entered me, but once he had sunk to the limit inside me, I wanted everything he was giving me. I was moaning and yelping as he moved his cock inside me, wanting more, and he was moaning and grunting as he dug deep and plowed me hard.

I got the job, but a month later Luke joined me. He'd pulled strings and was made site manager, and right from the start it wasn't a secret that we shared the same cabin.

We'd had ten good years. Then Luke had become ill and we had done the rounds of half a dozen specialists before he was diagnosed, and by then it was too late. After consulting with the doctors, Luke told me he had contracted a nasty strain of malaria when he first went to Borneo years before, but had managed it. He always worked hard and caught some fever in Kalimantan that he tried to ignore. Unfortunately, it hadn't gone away, and with the malaria it had been too much.

So we'd come to Oakton Park and had walked in the grounds on his good days and sat together talking in a sheltered spot in the sun on his bad ones. And we had made gently careful love on occasion. He insisted on using pills so we could, and I didn't stop him, wanting that bond, though it tired him. Then one day he insisted I go to London to get him a book he really wanted to read. I didn't want to leave him.

His distant cousin, the one who owned Oakton Place, was Hugh B. Caul, the famous thriller writer. I had an idea he had left a wife somewhere in the states and now seemed to be spending most of his time at Oakton. When we were there, he had a couple of good-looking young research assistants staying at the house. Both were male. And one night when we were making love Luke told me that Hugh had been his first. Hugh had been twenty-three and Luke had been eighteen. It had been summer and they had spent it holidaying together on the east coast of Chesapeake bay, staying at old inns and guest houses in the quaint waterside villages.

At the cottage Hugh would drop in on us to sit and reminisce with Luke. At first they didn't seem very alike, but, as they interacted, they more and more resembled each other. And, eventually, seeing Hugh full of health and vitality next to a frail thin Luke, I saw what Luke could have been like in a few more years, if he was healthy. I saw a greying but handsome man, tall, straight and well muscled and athletic still at forty-eight. And I always had to leave them, and go outside alone to wait, until I was needed or Hugh left.

* * *

I had acceded to Luke's request to settle in at Oakton Park. I never even considered telling him no. It wasn't just that I felt guilty—that I was responsible for having brought this on—but after all these years, I still loved him. He had intrigued and attracted me all through our childhood, even though our "separated by the pond" families only gathered every couple of years.

Luke's family had been going down as mine was rising. Finally, to save the ancestral home at Oakton Park, my family had been forced to buy the place, and that's when we started coming to England every summer.

Luke was always somewhat of a recluse and there was only me there in the summer anywhere close to his age, even though I was five years his senior. He followed me around like a puppy dog. I had wanted him since I was nineteen, but I managed to hold off until he was eighteen.

And then I took him. It was selfish and cruel of me, but at least I held off until he was old enough to make his own decision. And he worshiped me enough that there was no question about giving himself to me. But not in England. I actually planned it in advance. That is what I was most ashamed of—that I'd schemed to have him, to change his life forever, to put him on the path to where he ended up.

I had to have him alone, away from his element, away from both his family and mine. I suggested that he celebrate his eighteenth birthday with his first trip to the States, which I paid for. I took him to the Maryland eastern shore of the Chesapeake, and we roamed the old harbor towns of Rock Hall, Chestertown, St. Michael's, and, finally, Oxford, where I made my move. We were both good sailors. I took him out on the Tred Avon and then into the bay, where we dropped the anchor, brought the sails in, and I fucked him three ways from Sunday on the teak roof of the yacht's cabin. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I didn't have to ask or to do more than lay a hand on his sweet ass, and then he was laying back, pulling me with him, spreading his legs wide and writhing under me in ecstasy.

I had opened a Pandora's box. After that Luke couldn't get enough. And it wasn't just me. He quickly moved on to others, and he traded himself indiscriminately. I tried to make him stop or to at least be more careful. But he wouldn't listen to me, and we parted on bad terms. We didn't speak again until he asked to move back to Oakton Park. But I heard about him. Other members of the family had seen us move toward each other and they weren't dummies. They knew what I had done and they made sure over the years that I heard how active and indiscriminate Luke had been. They wanted to punish me. And I can't say that I blamed them for that.

Then I heard that he had met "the one" and had calmed down. I don't know if he stopped sleeping around then, but a cousin visited him and subsequently let me know that at least he was being safe now.

But I wasn't surprised when he finally called me, seeking sanctuary for his final journey. I wasn't surprised that he had waited too long.

I felt responsible. I felt guilty. I could do my writing anywhere; my own young men could easily move with me; I had employed them to keep them close at hand, for it to be convenient for them to share my bed, often both of them together. I was as weak as Luke was. I'm not sure, but it may have been a family trait. But I was more careful than Luke had been.

So when Luke and his Terry moved into the cottage at Oakton Park, I returned to the main house as well. There wasn't much I could do for him now other than to be nearby and to ensure that he received the best of care. Other than his name and that my cousin had said that he was steadying influence on Luke, I hadn't known this Terry guy at all before they had come to Oakton Park. And, considering the situation, I had to accept that he might bail out on Luke at any moment. Someone had to be there, and I felt guilty enough to take that responsibility.

On the afternoon of the day Luke died, I saw Terry drive off in their car. I'm ashamed to say that my first thought was that this was the day he was bailing out. I only saw him leave because I was taking one of my assistants up against the window enclosure of my library in the main house, as I often did when I was tense about a needed change of direction in one of my manuscripts. As soon as I finished with him, though, I cleaned up and walked over to the cottage.

I found Luke, frail and washed out, lying on a sofa in the cottage's parlor.

"No, he hasn't left me," Luke said with some difficulty. "I sent him away. To London. But he should only be gone for the day. I told him I needed a book. I had difficulty deciding on a book that he couldn't produce from the house library."

"Is he getting on your nerves then?" I asked, half hoping that this was the case. Terry was entirely too good and noble for me not to like him. And I really was desperate not to like him. In the back of my mind, I still wanted Luke for myself.

"No, Terry's a brick. Always has been," Luke responded with a sigh. Not exactly what I wanted to hear. "I just needed him not to be here today."

And then to my next question, he responded. "No, Terry doesn't know the whole of it. He thinks I have a rare form of malaria. That's what I told him the doctors told me. He doesn't know. But I've been careful with Luke. There won't be any problem with Terry. We've been together for more than ten years, and there's been no problem for Terry."

"He should know, Luke. He should be told. He has the right to know."

"But he'll leave me," Luke said with a low whine. "He'll leave me then."

"Maybe, Luke," I said. "But he still has a right to know. And I'll be here even if he leaves. But if you don't tell him, I will."

"I feel so cold," Luke said. "Then it really has come to that. Come hold me, Hugh. Hold me close."

I went to him and held him close in my arms and rocked him gently back and forth.

"Fuck me, Hugh," Luke murmured. "Let me feel you inside me one last time."

"I'm sorry," Luke, I said. "You aren't strong enough for that. That's no longer possible."

"Make love to me . . . please. I'm so afraid." Luke was quietly crying now.

So, I did what little I could. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and stroked him endlessly until he managed to find release.

"I need my pills, Hugh," he whispered. "In the cabinet over the kitchen sink. A full bottle. I need that."

"There's a full bottle here on the floor, Luke," I said. "It must have fallen off the table. You have enough medicine right here."

Luke sighed and turned his face to the sofa, and that was that. He didn't speak to me again, and he closed his eyes. After it seemed that his breathing had become as regular as his disease would permit, I rose from the sofa, lowering his head from my lap to the pillow, and quietly went over to a wingback chair by the hearth and sat and watched the sleeping figure. I was concerned for Luke, but I also had deadlines on the proofs of my current book. I didn't see the harm of slipping up to the main house and bringing those back so I could continue to work while he slept.

I hadn't gotten more than half way back to the main house when I heard the dreaded sound. I have no idea how he'd managed to get the gun.

* * *

When Luke insisted I go to London, I didn't want to leave but he assured me that Hugh had visited earlier while I was in the garden and had agreed to sit with him while I was away. So I went. I had no choice. He sent me away. But if I'd had any notion why, I wouldn't have leave. Even after Hugh had told me what Luke really had died from.

For a long time after he died I hated Luke for what he had done to me. Not that he had not told me what really was wrong with him but that he hadn't had faith that I would stay with him regardless. And I hated Hugh too, for making it easy for him to go as he did.

And as soon as I had Luke's ashes I left the country. I had got a job through contacts, and a week after his death I was back in the dry dusty red desert of Australia. For months I spent each night holding the urn containing Luke clutched to my chest. Telling him how unfair it was for him to leave me before I was ready. Then one night I was able to leave the urn containing his ashes in the bottom of my bag, and just hold them occasionally.

After twelve months my contract was up, and I was free and ready to do what Luke had wanted me to, what he had told me in a message he'd left behind that I'd only found after leaving England with his urn.

So there I was, standing on the driveway of Oakton Place holding the urn containing all that remained of Luke and waiting for Hugh to join me.

* * *

Terry was standing there in the drive, apparently not sure whether he should go immediately to the cottage or come to the main house. I hated myself at the moment.

I hated myself because I wanted him. It had slowly crept up on me that I wanted him after the noble way he held himself after Luke died—not to mention how he had handled Luke's sickness. I wanted him because he was sweet and all that another would want in a partner as a helpmate. But more than that I wanted him because he was one nice piece of ass. I could understand why Luke was willing to change his life for this man—even if he had done so too late. I could change my life for this man too, I thought.

At that moment as I saw him standing, full of indecision and sadness in the car park of Oakton Park, I told myself that I could leave off with my own form of promiscuity and settle down with this man. Not only because of how he lived his life but because he was achingly sexy. He could cure my urges just as he would have cured Luke's if he'd come along soon enough.

With a great sigh, I left my library window and went down to him. It turned out that he wasn't wondering where to go. He had a last request to perform for Luke, one that he couldn't wait now to get beyond him. He told me that he couldn't move on with his life until he had done this for Luke. And Terry was waiting for me to come down and go out to the edge of the lake with him to consign Luke's ashes to the water. The very act of watching Luke's ashes drifting on the top of the water, ever so briefly before they sank below the surface, affected me deeply. I couldn't help but think back on that first time out on the waters of Chesapeake Bay, when Luke's fate was set into motion—by me, by my weakness and greed.

When we came back up the lawn from the lake, I instinctively turned toward the cottage when Terry did, although we hadn't spoken more than a couple of words with each other, and that had been on the drive when he told me what he had to do with the ashes.

Tears were streaming down Terry's face when we entered the cottage, and I just guided him back to the bedroom and we sat there together on the edge of the bed. At first it was just a comradely hug, a shared grieving for the tragedy of Luke's life. But, without realizing it, I found myself trying to kiss away the tears in Terry's eyes. And then he lifted his face toward me. I could see that he seemed to be in a daze. I could have guessed why it happened as it did.

When he looked into my eyes, his face seemed to brighten and he gave me a dazzling smile. Then we couldn't get enough of each other. We were hugging and kissing and tearing at each other's clothes. He was arched back on the bed and I was kissing his nipples and working my way down across his stomach and possessing his manhood with my mouth.

Terry was on his belly on the bed, his hands grasping the rods of the headboard and his rounded butt cheeks rising off the bed, offering themselves to me, when I wedged his thighs between my knees and entered him strongly. We moaned and sighed in harmony as we fucked in a rhythm that seemed so natural, that seemed like we had done this for years. And we rode on and on, me trawling deeper, holding longer, pulling farther out and then digging deeper, as Terry cried out in ecstasy at the taking. He cried out for me again when I pulled half out of him and grasped the root of my cock and twisted it around inside him—just as Luke had cried out when I'd done this to him. So I continued doing it. I set a pattern to the fuck that was so familiar in my lovemaking with Luke that I was transported back to a happier time. I had no idea it was also familiar to Terry.

And then at the point of my ejaculation, Terry threw his head back and cried out in the deepest passion. "Oh, Yes! . . . Luke!"




Moving On



I should have known. He was on pills. He'd told me he was—that he'd had to do so to get through this last ordeal with the consignment of Luke's ashes. I should have known that in his state he would mistake me for Luke.

* * *

I felt that I had only let Hugh make love to me because he reminded me of Luke so much. In his appearance and his mannerisms, in small ways, like the way he lifted one eyebrow when he was listening to something Luke was saying. The way he twisted his cock inside my ass just like Luke. That had always driven me wild.

On the bed in the cottage I had come myself almost immediately after Hugh had, with Luke's name still ringing in the bedroom, and my cream soaking into the sheet beneath me. And I had been fully connected to Luke. But as I fell back to the bed, exhausted and recovering myself, Luke's cock didn't remain buried up my ass; he didn't rub his chest against my back he way he always did; he didn't bring his mouth to my neck and kiss it.

Instead, I felt him pull away and slip out of me, and I had turned, whimpering for the expected continuation of his fuck. And, and . . . I had realized through the haze I was in that the man leaving the bed and standing on the cottage floor was not Luke. It was a moment before I understood the man who had fucked me so much like my dead lover did was Hugh, Luke's distant cousin. And he was now pale and grim and the facial resemblance to Luke was largely gone.

But then he smiled at me, and I saw Luke again. 

"You can be so alike," I gasped in anguish.

And I buried my head in the pillow and cried some more, with Hugh sitting beside me and resting a hand on my shoulder.

"You can stay here for a couple of days," he said, "If you want to. As long as you like," he added, squeezing my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I replied, "You are, you are just so like him at times."

My long-held bitterness at Hugh was gone. Now I felt thoughtless that I had let what had happened happen. That I had cried out to Luke as Hugh had flooded me with his seed. And I wondered why in his last message to me Luke had insisted that I could only release his ashes if Hugh was there with me. Perhaps he had foreseen this, perhaps he had understood that I might see him in Hugh. Maybe he had thought I would need someone to reawaken my desire. But he had been wrong, instead our lovemaking had left me feeling guilty and more alone.

But Hugh's hand on my body was like a brand, marking me, connecting me to a man I could physically desire but didn't know, and I cried again when he took it away and left me. And I wished that instead of leaving he had tied my wrists to the bed's fancy Victorian bed head with its curving and twining steel and had fucked me hard and made me cry out for him. Cry his name. Make me his.

But this wasn't real. No. I was sure my new desire for Hugh was only me trying to recapture what I had with Luke. That, and the pills I had taken to make the difficult parting from my last physical connection with Luke easy. To me his ashes had become him.

I was confused and desperate to escape and headed back to the Australian desert. Wanting to get the feel of both Luke and Hugh out of my mind. I felt I needed to move on with my life, not wallow in the absence of Luke any longer.

I had been working in the Tanami desert for eighteen months, moving around to different leases, doing initial sampling work, and now was back in the main camp for a few days in the office. After dinner on my first night I went to the back of the canteen to check the mail, and smiled at the postbag waiting for me. 

"Have you heard?" Jack said, coming up behind me, "That writer, Hugh Caul, has been in an accident, a car crash in the Alps. He's been badly burnt."

I was too shocked to feel anything, I could only say petulantly, "No. Where did you hear that? I don't believe it."

"Last night, on the BBC news. It's true. I just hope he's OK. I've been enjoying the books you've lent me. Wouldn't want him to have written his last one," he said, before hurrying off.

Back in my demountable I slit open the plastic postbag and pulled out "Dead Lover's Gift," Hugh Caul's latest bestseller. I held it in my hands and looked at it. I wasn't sure why I had started to read his books in particular. I just did. With Luke there had been little time for anything but work and sex.

In ten years together we hadn't gradually had less sex, like most couples do. Luke's appetite had remained large, and I had developed a taste for frequent sex and only had to see him look at me to start getting an erection. And I had never hesitated to indulge any desire I might have for him. I generally took, but there were times I rode him equally hard, and I had come to expect us to share our bodies every night.

But since his death I'd adjusted to celibacy on site and had filled my spare time with reading, and somehow I had started to read Hugh's books. Luke had been quiet and intense, introverted, but intensely sensual. At work he had been methodical and thorough, always serious. But the Hugh I had found lurking in his novels had a wicked sense of humour and a sharp eye for people's hypocrisies. He was a sophisticated urbane observer, a far cry from Luke's almost total preoccupation with his work as a geologist.

And now that I was no longer young and my career had reached a plateau I wasn't as content as I had been. I was alone on the lonely isolated sites where the work I knew best was, and I was starting to wonder if the world Luke and I had shared so contentedly was really mine now, without him.

I lay on the bed and clutched Hugh's book to myself and my mind ran in a hundred directions trying to get away for the news but always coming back to Hugh burned and perhaps dying. And I cried for him, for not being able to be with him at such a terrible time. And I cried too at the thought of losing him. But he'd let me go so easily that afternoon I had mistaken him for Luke. I was struggling with myself. I had tried moving on with my life; I had tried to bury the memory of Luke—and that short encounter with his cousin as well. But, whereas I could think of Luke with bittersweet appreciation mellowing memory now, I still could only think of Hugh with almost a visceral sexual heat that radiated through my body and had me seeking privacy and the relief of my stroking hand.

I tried to dispel the rising of arousal at the remembrance of that brief love making with Hugh by lying back on the bed and opening his latest book, "Dead Lover's Gift."

As I read, the voice of the book's narrator became that of Hugh, and the farther into the book I read, the more I realized that he had written the book to and about Hugh and me. The situation of Luke's last few months and his death were slightly changed in the book, but I, who had lived them, clearly discerned the underlying tragedies and truths in what he wrote. And what began to rise out of these written truths as I read on was Hugh's voice crying out to me. What I had seen as him so easily letting me go that day after we had made confused love after consigning Luke's ashes to the lake waters, was strongly belied here in his writings. His book described in deeply painful terms how hard it was for him to let go of the character who so obviously was me.

In a climatic sequence in the book, he wrote of coming upon my character, exhausted from the caring for and suicide of his lover and sleeping deeply on a chaise lounge in a pavilion on the edge of the lake in the book's English country house setting. I stripped off my sleeping pants, and I was lightly stroking my cock as I read of Hugh's character in his book sitting there and looking down at the sleeping man who was my character. Not being able to help himself, Hugh's character was lightly running his hands over the bare torso of my character. As I read, I started to glide my hand over my belly and nipples just as was happening in the book. And the half-waking moaning of the character in the book came very much alive to me as my own arousing attention to my body brought out audible moans of my own. Hugh's character lowered his mouth to the tumescent manhood of his cousin's lover and started to gently work him to trembling arousal. In concert with that, I was stroking myself with increasingly rapid strokes. When Hugh entered a fully awake and accepting character of me in the book, I was entering myself with my own fingers, surfacing and mimicking images not only of the writing in the book but also of how Hugh had, in reality, so masterfully entered and worked my passage that fateful day in the cottage bedroom at Oakton Park. The man in the pavilion was crying for the fucking of Hugh's character just as I was writhing in my bed, my attention prisoner to Hugh's fucking of me with the words in his book. The Hugh of the book ejaculated and the man in the pavilion cried his acceptance; I dropped the book, using both hands on myself now. Stroking hard with one hand, digging deep with the other. Thrashing about on the bed, working my hips wildly off and then back against the sheeting. And this time when I at last found heavily fountained relief, it was Hugh's name I was crying out, not Luke's.

I read on through the night. I had to know how Hugh's book ended. I had to know if he saw any possible future for us in what had become such a complex, bittersweet saga. I was in tears when I reached the end, where some coincidence had brought the characters back together after a long parting, and the character who represented me was declaring how he had felt he just had to move on after Luke's death, that he couldn't let the character representing Hugh become a Luke substitute who was willing to accept him only to honour the memory of the dead lover.

"I am not the lover you came into my life with," Hugh's character said. "I am me. And I never was only willing, as you say, to accept you into my life and my bed because of what you and I once were to him. I wanted you because I fell in love with you. With you. I wanted you because my body aches to encase you and make love to you. And I agree that we both must move on from that shared tragedy in our lives. But that in no way means we need move away from each other; there's no reason why we need deny ourselves the pleasure of moving on together. Come to me. Come away with me."

The next day, the now-treasured copy of "Dead Lover's Gift" under my arm, I was at the travel agent's office making arrangements for a flight to Switzerland.



Moving On



Soon after getting married, Jen and Art Burke moved from Massachusetts to South California, where they both found lucrative jobs, he as an engineer and she as a human resources manager. Jen was a slim, blonde, about 5 ft 10 in, 120 lb; Art, also blonde, was 6 ft and 160 lb. Being away from their friends on the East Coast they appreciated the friendly gestures of Art's colleague, Carl de Romano, and his wife, Cindy. Even though Carl and Cindy were about 45 years old, often, they socialized with the 25-year olds. Carl was about 5 ft 10 in and 170 lb, and Cindy was 5 ft 6 in and 125 lb. Cindy was a talent consultant and traveled regularly to Las Vegas. Carl and Cindy had a daughter, Kim, who graduated from USC and was working for a TV company.

Being an only child, Jen longed to be close to her widowed mom in Massachusetts. Cindy, who was born in Ontario, Canada, was sympathetic to Jen's longing for her parents. She and Jen became good friends and, once a week, went to the gym together. Jen appreciated the older woman's friendship and also noted that, for a woman in her 40s, she had a great body. Not surprisingly, when Art was making love to Jen, she told him that Cindy was a voluptuous red head.

After Carl and Art played tennis together a few times, at Carl's suggestion, one day, Cindy and Jen joined them to play mixed doubles. When Carl saw Jen gliding around on the court, he noticed her sexy, long, legs, and tight buttocks; at that moment, Carl felt his cock stiffen spontaneously. 

Because Cindy had dressed in a conservative outfit, Art did not find her to be attractive. However, that opinion changed the following week when Art went to pick up Jen at the gym and saw Cindy talking to the manager; she was dressed in a black leotard and Capri tights. He stood staring at her wavy read hair, large blue eyes, and curvy body longingly until she turned, saw him ogling her, blushed, and said, "Jen will be here shortly. You like what you see?" 

Sheepishly, he blushed and mumbled, "You're a lovely lady."

Still blushing, Cindy said, "Thanks." 

Cindy wondered what Art saw in her, a woman almost 20 years older than him; briefly, she let her mind wander to the possibility of being loved by a younger man. For his part, when the two couples got together to play tennis or have dinner, Art began to pay more attention to voluptuous Cindy. He found her to be a sexy, positive, and thoughtful woman. He also dreamed of fondling her large boobs and licking her red-haired pussy. While Cindy was flattered by Art's attention to her and allowed him to cop an occasional feel of either her boobs or buttocks, she was not ready to cheat on Carl. Little did she know that Carl was paying lot of attention to her good friend, Jen.

One day, after exercising, Jen confided to Cindy that Art was horny all the time and made love to her at least four times a week; she also mentioned that she gets sore because of getting pounded by Art's big cock. In turn, Cindy confided to Jen that Carl was a good lover, had a medium-sized cock, and they made love about once a month; she explained that Carl was working hard as a manger. Cindy also said that if Carl leads a less hectic life, their love life might improve. Secretly, Jen wished that Art would not be horny all the time; at the same time, Cindy wished she got more loving from Carl. It turned out Cindy was oblivious to Carl's budding mid-life marriage crisis.

Two years later, after a difficult pregnancy, Jen gave birth to a daughter, Katie. She expressed to Art her concern about becoming pregnant again and their love making became a once-a-week routine. She also suggested that Art should have a vasectomy done, but he wanted to wait some more time. Thus, while Art and Jen looked like a perfect young couple, there was tension between them, especially in the bedroom. After the birth of Katie, Jen quit her job and stayed home. After Katie's second birthday, Carl offered her a part time job; he also allowed her to do some of the work from home. His heart fluttered every time he saw Jen. He dreamed of making love to Jen with her long thighs squeezing either his head or his waist. 

CARL FALLS IN LOVE WITH JEN

Jen allowed Carl to seduce her slowly. It began with Carl caressing her back in public and progressed to French kisses in private. When Carl knew Cindy scheduled a business trip to Las Vegas, he arranged an out-of-town assignment for Art. While the two spouses were away, he invited Jen out to dinner. Later, at his home, he French kissed her while rubbing her firm long legs and thighs; her teeth briefly barred his tongue, then she opened them and let his tongue play with hers. Willingly, Jen let Carl lick her pussy and gave him a blow job. Over the next few weeks, she became comfortable with Carl's sex drive that was lower than Art's.

Jen and Carl also kept in touch via email, and they exchanged naked photos of each other. They confided to each other: Jen told him she no longer loved Art and Carl told her that he no longer loved Cindy. Carl also confided to Jen that he had a vasectomy and cannot make her pregnant. Still, Jen did not sleep with Carl because she thought he might leave her after fucking her. 

Carl fell in love with the long-legged, small-breasted, younger Jen; he did not care what might happen to his marriage with Cindy. When Jen told him she had not been to a well-known amusement park, he planned an all-day trip, including a baby sitter to take care of Katie, for the two couples to go to the park. The two ladies wore shorts and tank tops. Once they were at the park, Carl steered Jen to rides that allowed them to touch each other surreptitiously; on one ride, Carl managed to rub Jen's bare thighs and covered crotch.

CINDY TURNS TO ART

When Cindy saw Carl leading Jen away, she realized that he had become fond of her. She was glad Art was with her; on a ride through dark tunnels, she allowed him to fondle her covered boobs. She recalled Jen's words that Art seemed to be horny all the time. However, she thought she was too mature to be making out with a younger man at an amusement park.

As they walked towards a soft drink stand, Cindy asked, "I hope things are going well between you and Jen."

Art said, "Not as good as they used to be. We have not made love in a while. She talks about Carl all the time; I think she's seeing him. I don't like to confront her."

Thoughtfully, Cindy said, "I think so too. Couple of times, I smelled Jen's perfume on Carl's shirt. I think he seduced her. I asked him about Jen; he insisted she was just a friend."

After they sat at a table, Art said, "I get depressed thinking that Jen likes Carl more than me."

Softly, Cindy said, "Don't blame Jen too much; Carl can be very charming." 

She touched his face and said, "I think you are a handsome, kind, man."

Art held Cindy's left hand, rubbed her long and delicate fingers around her wedding ring, and whispered, "Carl is a damned fool; you're a beautiful, sexy, woman."

Blushing, Cindy asked, "When did you decide I'm sexy?"

He said, "Long time ago, but you looked very sexy last New Year's eve."

When Art kissed her hand, Cindy blushed, and cooed, "I did not realize you cared for me that much. I should have known; the signals were there for a while."

Art smiled and asked, "When was it you realized I wanted you?"

Blushing, she said, "For sure, when you danced with me at our Mardi Gras party; I felt your hard cock. That's when I knew you really wanted to get in to my pants."

He recalled that she had on glass bead necklaces, and was not wearing a bra and her nipples were hard. He was delighted that willingly she let him pull her close and feel her magnificent boobs against his chest.

He asked, "Were you upset I got aroused?"

Blushing, Cindy whispered, "No. Actually, flattered you liked my boobs; I worried they were sagging. I couldn't sleep that night after I smelled Jen's perfume on Carl's shirt. I felt betrayed. Carl was sleeping soundly. Quietly, I went to the bathroom and used my vibrator for a long while."

Art replied, "I'm glad dancing with me turned you on," and again kissed Cindy's hand.

Cindy cooed, "That night, I imagined you were making love to me. I've been fantasizing about you too."

Art whispered, "I'm glad I let you know how I felt about you. I've dreamed of making love to you."

Art was pleasantly surprised when surreptitiously, Cindy touched his cock lump. When he looked at her, she cooed, "You bring out desires buried deeply in me."

As they resumed walking, he said, "I guess I could not arouse Jen's desires."

Cindy asked, "What's the problem?"

After a long pause, he said in a whisper, "She thinks I'm oversexed."

All Cindy could say was, "Oh. Ok."

Art said, "I've been thinking a lot about you."

At that moment, Cindy spotted Carl and Jen walking towards them; he was listening to Jen intently. Watching them walk together, she knew that Carl was in love with Jen.

A FATEFUL NIGHT

After five years in California, when her mom became ill, Jen wanted to move back East. Art found a job in New Hampshire that he liked. Because Jen would be able to drive to her mom's home, Art thought she would agree to move to New Hampshire with their three-year old daughter. Even though Jen agreed to Art's suggestion, she really wanted Carl to move to Massachusetts with her.

A month before they were to move East, Carl and Cindy invited Jen and Art to dinner at an up-scale restaurant on a Saturday. Cindy put on a short-sleeve, knee-length, black, dress that also show-cased her beautiful cleavage; pearl necklace and ear rings; red lipstick, and black high-heel shoes. She also put on stockings, garters, a garter belt, and panties that barely covered her hairy pussy.

Jen wore a black, long-sleeve, full-length, dress with slits up to her thighs that showed off her long legs. Her shoulder-length hair was pulled back and tied with a black ribbon. In her high-heel shoes, she was as tall as Art, and looked very elegant.

During dinner Carl and Jen drank too much wine, and began to flirt with each other. Realizing that she may not see Carl for a while, Jen cuddled up to him and French kissed him. 

Cindy whispered to Art, "Well, Carl likes young women. It looks like Jen found a father figure in Carl."

Art smiled weakly and said, "I guess so." He noticed again that Cindy was indeed an attractive woman; the black dress show-cased her prominent cleavage. However, he restrained himself from trying to make out with Cindy in the restaurant. After dinner, Carl suggested the two couples should have drinks at his home. However, soon after all of them were in his home, he and Jen passed out on the large sofa in the living room. 

Cindy said to Art, "Now, it's just the two of us for drinks. What would you like to have?"

Art said, "Port wine. I'll help you find it," and followed Cindy to the liquor cabinet in the dining room. As he walked behind her, he saw her buttocks moving sexily underneath her tight dress and got an erection. After they took small sips of wine, he bent down and kissed her softly on her lips; he was pleased when she pressed her mouth on his, pushed her tongue past his parted lips, and kissed him back passionately. 

After two more passionate French kisses, Cindy whispered, "I do find you very handsome. But, that's enough for now." After slowly rubbing his cock lump once, she walked back to the living room.

When Cindy saw that Carl and Jen were still passed out with their arms around each other, she led Art back to the dining room. After he sat on a chair, she sat in his lap and French kissed him passionately. When he kissed her sexy cleavage and fondled her covered boobs, she purred happily. But, when he tried to move his right hand to her covered crotch, she said firmly, "No. I'm not ready for that."

When Art and Cindy returned to the living room again, Jen and Carl were not there, and they both heard soft moans and whispers from the guest bedroom down the hall. They both realized that Jen and Carl were making love. 

CARL AND JEN

In the guest bedroom, Carl saw Jen completely nude for the first time. He loved her small breasts and long legs, and her sparsely-covered pussy. He knelt in front of her and kissed her shapely thighs and thin-lipped pussy. After Jen scooted to the edge of the bed on her back, she wrapped her firm thighs around Carl's head. Later, with Carl lying on his back, Jen straddled his waist and impaled herself on his cock. She watched his face as he moaned and tweaked her long nipples. She loved his hairy chest and age-softened muscles. After Jen had an orgasm, she sucked Carl's stiff cock until it stiffened some more. He fucked her in the missionary position in a leisurely manner and came in her pussy. Afterwards, they both fell asleep. 

About two hours later, Jen woke up and kissed Carl on his cheek lovingly; she was glad that Carl's love making was compatible with her own desires.

Softly, she said, "You have to go East with me. With your experience in the IT field, you should get a job easily near Boston."

Carl said, "I want to go with you. I'm confident I can get a job right away."

When Carl and Jen got dressed and went to the living room, they did not find Art and Cindy. 

Carl said to Jen, "Do you want me to drive you home?"

She said, "Yes. Art was to take the baby sitter home. I will call him and let him know I want to be with Katie. I want you to stay with me the rest of the night. The four of us need to sort out the situation in a civilized manner." 

Actually, it took a long time to settle the many, but not all of the, legal matters.

ART AND CINDY

When Cindy realized that Jen and Carl were in the guest bedroom, with tears in her eyes, she went to the small garden at the back of her home and sat on a bench. Art followed her and, after he put an arm around her shoulders, said, "Don't cry. It's not your fault."

Cindy put her head on Art's shoulder and said, "Since Kim left home, Carl has been ignoring me. He has been spending a lot of time in front of his computer looking at pictures of young women. He has had a vasectomy so that he could fool around without knocking up a younger woman. I suspected he was in touch with Jen for a while. Still, I'm in shock. I will get over it. I had time to think about his infidelity."

Art said, "Jen was unhappy that I did not have a vasectomy. I have not been happy about going back East; I was going to do it for Jen. May be I should remain in California."

Cindy said, "You should stay in California, if you want to." 

He said, "I really want to. I'll miss Katie, though."

She said, "I can help take care of her. Also, she can come to my family's cottage in Canada during summers."

He looked at his watch and said, "Thanks. I have to take the babysitter home. I don't want to be alone and neither should you; please come with me."

Cindy agreed. At Art's home, after he took the baby sitter home, she decided that Art was a good man and to let him be her lover. She checked on Katie and found her sleeping soundly. She went to the game room where there was a pool table. She did not feel like shooting pool. She decided she wanted to go home; it was her home, a gift from her parents. She called Carl and told him that she will return to her home in an hour. Also, Jen called Art and told him that she wanted to be with Katie; he agreed to leave soon after she came home.

After Art returned home, Cindy said, "You can stay at my place. Go pack a suitcase with clothes you need."

After Jen led Carl to the living room, it was awkward for the two couples to be together. Cindy avoided looking at Carl, who stood quietly in a corner. Finally, Art said to Jen, "Katie is sleeping. Please take care of her. Call me if I can help." 

Later, as Art drove Cindy home, she said, "I'm very tired physically and emotionally. I'm leaving for Las Vegas about Noon. I need to rest."

Art said, "Thank you for letting me stay at your home. May I come see you in Vegas?"

Cindy said, "I'll call you after I sort out various issues."

Art sent flowers to Cindy everyday. He also called her once and told her earnestly, "I miss you. I want to be with you."

Cindy replied, "I care for you, too."

Cindy worried what her daughter, Kim, would think of her taking a younger man as a lover. However, during a long phone conversation, Kim was very supportive and told her mother that she has no problem accepting Art. Kim suggested to her mother that she should invite Art for dinner in Las Vegas; she also told her to keep him as long as he is good to her.

CINDY INVITES ART FOR DINNER

Cindy called Art, "Come see me. I made a dinner reservation for us; see you at six on Friday." She also gave him directions to Tony's, a restaurant in the mall of the casino-hotel.

Eagerly, Art said, "Can I meet you at five for drinks? I would love to see you."

Happily, Cindy said, "I will meet you at the bar."

On Friday afternoon, Cindy had her hair done, took a shower without getting her hair wet, and shaved her legs and armpits. She chose to wear a black, lacy, bra, and flimsy, black, panties; she dressed in a knee-length, sleeve-less, black dress, that showed her lovely cleavage; she put on gold-plated dangling ear rings, and a thin necklace with a pendant that rested on top of her cleavage. She sprayed perfume on her neck, cleavage, and between her thighs. She pulled on black, sheer, thigh highs, and put on low-heel black shoes. 

As Cindy walked from the hotel elevator to the restaurant, she wondered if Art would still think she was beautiful when he sees her. She was nervous meeting her younger friend and wondered if any one would think she was too old for him. 

When Cindy saw Art at the bar, her heart skipped a beat. He stood up, handed her a small bouquet of red roses, hugged her tightly, and whispered, "Wow. You look more beautiful than I imagined." 

Cindy, blushing, said: "Thank you." At that moment, she knew he wanted her as a lover; she did not care what others might think of them.

Cindy ordered a glass of white Zinfandel wine and Art a glass of Chardonnay for himself. In the subdued lighting of the bar, Cindy looked beautiful and voluptuous. Art could not help either stealing glances or staring for a few seconds at the beautiful lady sitting in front of him, especially her beautiful cleavage. After sipping her wine, Cindy relaxed, and gently touched Art's leg with her shoe. Art reached and held Cindy's left hand; he noticed that she removed her engagement and wedding rings. 

He whispered, "You look more beautiful than on Mardi Gras," and continued to hold her hand.

Cindy explained to Art her current project as a consultant to evaluate entertainment acts. Even though he tried to listen to her and looked in to her lovely eyes, she was aware that he was stealing glances at her lovely cleavage. His passionate glances made Cindy's pussy ooze nectar continuously. 

When their table was ready, Art helped Cindy get off of the chair. She was thrilled when accidentally he brushed his hard cock against her nylon-covered thigh.

As the two lovers ate their dinners happily, Cindy said, "It had been a long time since I have been as happy."

Art said, "I'm lucky to be with you."

Soon after Art took care of the dinner bill, Cindy led him to her hotel room.

In the hotel room, Cindy said, "It's hot here," and removed her short dress. For a moment, she was apprehensive that Art would not find her attractive until she saw his passion-filled face as he ogled her scantily covered body. She was more thrilled when he hugged her from behind and, as she seductively leaned over the dressing table, he cupped her bra-covered boobs. She felt her pussy ooze more juice when she felt his stiff cock press in to her buttocks. 

Cindy grasped his crotch, and cooed, "I need some loving." 




Moving On



Art took her in his arms and they French kissed passionately. He gently grasped her large, milky white boobs that were barely contained by her lacy, black, bra. He grunted happily when he saw her large dark pink nipples and suckled them one after another. When he stopped suckling her boobs, she nudged his head back to her nipples. All the while, she felt his stiff cock pressing in to her covered crotch.

Cindy whispered hoarsely, "Baby, lick me. I've been oozing," and nudged him to kneel in front of her

Art knelt in front of Cindy, pulled down her panties wet with her sex juices, and kissed many times her red pubes-covered crotch. Spurred on by her whimpers, he placed his mouth on her pussy, speared her love hole with his tongue, and licked her juices off of her thick labia. After a few minutes, as an intense orgasm washed over her body, Cindy whimpered incoherently, "Ohhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Cummmming. Cummmming."

After Cindy's orgasm subsided, she thought, "Art adores my voluptuous body; he is happy to be my lover! I'm a middle aged broad who's going to get fucked by a young lover and I won't be lonely."

As if he was reading her mind, Art lifted her and, while French kissing her, carried her to the bed, and gently let her down next to the large bed. Quickly, he removed his pants and underwear, and looked pleadingly in to Cindy's eyes. When she saw his raging hard on, she licked her lips, nodded approvingly, gently grasped it in her small hand, and cooed, "He's big. He's throbbing. He likes me."

Art let Cindy feel his cock until she slid to the center of the bed on her back, and opened her thighs wide. For the first time, Art saw Cindy's lovely, glistening, pussy amidst her bushy, red, pubic hair.

She whispered, "Be gentle; it has been a while since I made love."

He knelt between her white thighs, rubbed gently up and down her nylon-covered thighs, lovingly kissed her hairy, glistening, pussy, and slowly pushed half of his thick cock in to her lubricated pussy. Cindy never had such a big cock in her pussy; she whispered, "Wait until the walls expand. Be gentle."

After a short while, she smiled and pulled on his buttocks, and all of his cock slid deep in to her. As Cindy held on to the head board, Art fucked her steadily. He paused once to kiss Cindy's boobs spilled over to the sides and her sexy arm pits. He paused later when he sensed he was close to his climax; lovingly, Cindy said, "It's ok, I can't get pregnant."

Grunting happily in the crook of her neck, Art let go multiple jets of his cum deep near her womb. Several minutes after his climax, much to Cindy's delight, Art's cock was still stiff. He kissed her neck and whispered, "You're the most beautiful woman in the world."

Smiling, Cindy said, "Thank you. You're a lovely man. Now, I need to clean up," and slid out from underneath him. Several minutes later, Cindy returned with a warm wash cloth and cleaned Art's cock. As she pumped his clean cock slowly, much to her delight, it stiffened again. 

Art said in a pleading voice, "Baby, can we do it again?"

Cindy cooed, "Yes, my love. Lie on your back; I'll get on top," and got on the bed. After Art got comfortable on his back, slowly, she impaled herself on his cock and, as he suckled her succulent boobs, she clamped her pussy tightly around his hard cock. He kissed her cleavage and inhaled her scented neck.

Art, mumbled, "I dreamed of kissing and smelling you like this."

Cindy cooed, "What other fantasies do you have about me, baby?"

He said, "When you lie on your back, I like your spilled-over-boobs to the sides."

Smiling, blushing, Cindy said, "Interesting; I never thought sagging boobs are that sexy; mind you, I think mine are still firm."

Art whispered, "I also like to see your sexy arm pits," and, as she blushed, asked: "You don't think I'm perverted?"

Cindy assured Art, "No, you're not perverted; it's quite normal to have fantasies. A man and a woman can do any thing they want consensually."

Art said, "I'm glad you understand."

Cindy passionately hugged Art to her bosom and cooed, "I care for you. You're a special young man." 

After a few minutes, Cindy had her second orgasm. Happily, she mumbled, "I'm cumming again. Ohhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh. Ahhhh. Ahh."

After a few minutes, Cindy kissed Art on his mouth, and cooed, "It has been a long time since I had two orgasms in one night. Baby, you're a great lover."

In response, Art hugged Cindy tightly against his chest and, after she raised her crotch, he fucked her in long strokes until his cock spewed jets of cum deep in to her pussy. 

When Art's cock softened and slipped out of Cindy's pussy, she giggled, and whispered, "He does go down."

When she heard Art snoring softly, Cindy got up to freshen up. She also removed her thigh highs and slept totally nude hugging Art. 

Sometime later, as Cindy was partly asleep on her left side, she became aware of Art's hard cock poking her in the buttocks. A short time later, she felt his right hand gently rubbing her clit. Lovingly, she lifted her right leg, and helped him slowly snake his cock in to her cum-coated pussy.

Cindy cooed, "It feels good. Leave it in there."

For several minutes, the two lovers remained coupled with cum trickling from Art's cock and Cindy's pussy oozing her love nectar. 

When Art pleaded, "Baby, I want you," Cindy helped him get on top of her. Seeing Cindy's nude body for the first time aroused Art; lovingly, with his cock deep in her love channel, he kissed her lovely eyes, wrinkled neck, and smooth shoulders. He climaxed without too much effort. Soon, Art and Cindy fell asleep soundly.

TWO YEARS LATER

Jen Burke and Carl de Romano live in a suburb of Boston. Jen works full time as a human resources manager at a large company. Carl is an IT specialist and works mostly from home. He also does most of the house work. He adores Jen, his much younger girl friend; his heart flutters every time he sees the slim, tall, blonde, woman. In turn, Jen cares for her 50-year old boy friend. They walk their dog daily, and take care of Jen's daughter. Jen talks to her widowed mom, who lives nearby, every day, and visits her often. 

Carl and Jen play tennis at least once-a-week and play mixed doubles in amateur tournaments. Jen, being a very good player, also competes in women's singles. Carl makes passionate love to Jen once a week, when he kisses every inch of her narrow feet, long and firm legs, tapered thighs, 32B perky breasts, and long neck. Jen really enjoys Carl sucking her blonde-pubes-covered pussy and using his tongue to stimulate her clit. Periodically, to please Carl, Jen shaves her pussy and helps him get his cock up a second time in a week.

Jen longed to vacation on a cruise ship. She and Carl celebrated the second anniversary of being together by going on a week-long cruise on the Caribbean ocean. They both enjoyed getting dressed up, going out to dinner, and dancing afterwards. Each night, after they returned to their cabin, Jen put on bright red lipstick, crotch-less-white panties, and nothing else. Afterwards, she stood smiling with her legs apart and her hands on her hips near Carl. After Jen beckoned him with her index finger, he crawled on his knees to her and, as she looked down smiling at his head, he kissed her firm legs and thighs, and sucked and licked her pussy a long time. When Jen sensed her approaching orgasm, she gently disengaged Carl's mouth off of her pussy; leaned over the vanity and spread her long legs wide. Carl knelt behind her, squeezed her tight buttocks, and licked her exposed pussy while gently scratching the sensitive area around her anus. Soon, Jen released copious amount of love nectar and had an intense orgasm; happily, Carl slurped all her love nectar.

If Carl's cock became stiff by the end of her long orgasm, Jen sucked his stiff cock to make it slick, lie on the bed, and spread her legs wide. Quickly, Carl snaked his thin cock in to her slick pussy and, with her long legs locked around his waist, he fucked her at a leisurely pace until he climaxed deposited his sperm-less cum deep in her, and slid off of her. 

When Jen heard Carl snoring, she kissed his lips, and whispered, "Good night, my love."

CINDY AND ART

Art Burke and Cindy de Romano celebrated the second anniversary of living together in Southern California. Because Art was at an IT conference in Las Vegas and they were away from each other for several days, they planned on spending a weekend in Las Vegas not doing much besides fucking. 

Fifty-year old Cindy wore sexy red lingerie Art had given her as a present: stockings, garters and garter belt, panties, push up bra, long gloves, and a see-through baby doll gown; she put on crimson lipstick, light make up, and perfume on her crotch, neck, and arm pits. She also put on high-heel red pumps. Her pussy oozed as she thought of young Art's muscular arms and chest, and his thick cock. She has been getting more loving than she ever got from Carl, her ex-husband.

She recalled Art telling her, "Love your read hair, large blue eyes, and voluptuous body. Please don't shave your red bush; I love it." 

Cindy was thrilled that Art wanted her at least three times a week. Even though, Art found her to be very desirable when she was totally nude, she wore sexy lingerie and stiletto shoes to signal to him her willingness to make love. More than anything, she was proud that she taught him she wanted lot of foreplay; she loved to have her boobs fondled, nipples tweaked, her neck kissed, and, most of all, her pussy licked. Under her guidance, he became an ardent and a gentle lover. She was also glad that she learned to pump his big cock with her small, freckled, hand, and suck it after wrapping her red, thick, lips around it. One of their favorite activities was to make love in the den while watching an adult movie when Art's cock remained hard after his first climax and Cindy reached two or three orgasms.

Cindy put on a red silk robe that hid her sexily-clad body and sat in a sofa. She must have dozed off a minute or so, when she heard Art unlock the door, enter, and lock it behind him. Smiling, she walked to him. With a big smile, Art hugged Cindy warmly. 

He whispered, "Darling, I missed you. You look lovely," and kissed her mouth passionately; expertly, she probed his tongue with hers.

When the kiss ended, Art handed Cindy a single red rose and a small box of milk chocolates. He followed a happy Cindy as she put the rose in a vase. After opening the box, she took a piece of chocolate, put it in her mouth, and kissed Art on his mouth. 

Cindy cooed, "I missed you, baby." As she fondled Art's cock lump, she asked, "How did the conference go?"

"Good," and, mischievously, added: "I did not jack off even once; I've been saving myself for you," and embraced Cindy.

Cindy, fondling Art's crotch, cooed, "Your balls must be full of cum. Umm, your cock is stiff already. I didn't masturbate either."

She led him to the sofa, sat in his lap, and French kissed him. As Art fondled Cindy's buttocks, he realized she was not wearing much underneath her robe. 

He asked, "What are you wearing?"

Shyly, Cindy cooed, "Things you bought for me." She stood up and removed her robe.

When Art saw Cindy's bright red, silk, lingerie, he mumbled, "Wow, you look magnificent in red; love the red shoes."

He kissed her smiling face and neck, and fondled her bra-covered boobs. After Cindy unzipped the bra and pushed aside the cups, he lifted her boobs and kissed them and, like a hungry child, suckled on them. As he was suckling her right boob, Art rubbed Cindy's meaty thighs and buttocks. After pushing aside the flimsy panties ran his fingers through her pubes and gently pushed his index finger in her slick pussy, scooped her nectar, and licked it.

Cindy said, "Baby, take off your clothes," and got off of his lap. When he quickly removed his clothes, his erect, precum-covered, cock stood waving proudly.

To Cindy's delight, Art fell to his knees, rubbed her stockings-clad legs and thighs, and buried his face in her crotch to first inhale her nectar odor. He was mesmerized by the lingerie-decorated crotch of Cindy. Art pushed aside the flimsy panties and, as Cindy cooed with pleasure, he licked her glistening slit with his tongue and sucked her pussy lips with his mouth. 

Art stood up and shyly pleaded, "Can we do a sixty-nine?"

"Sure baby," said Cindy blushing and, grasping her favorite baton, led him to the large bed.

"Lie on your back; I'll get on top," cooed Cindy. She removed her shoes, robe, and panties and got on the bed. After Art got comfortable, slowly, she placed her hairy snatch over his face and her mouth around Art's cock. With her knees astride of Art's head, Cindy's nectar-laden pussy opened up like a flower in bloom, and Art eagerly licked her open slit and sucked her hairy lips. When Cindy started sucking Art's cock, he doubled his attention to Cindy's pussy.

It took several minutes longer than Cindy imagined for Art's cock to erupt as he grasped her voluptuous buttocks and sucked her pussy; Art's moans were muted by Cindy's pussy, but his thrashing body and pulsing cock accompanied his climax. As Cindy anticipated, Art's cock stayed stiff and did not shrink; slowly, she pulled her crotch off of Art's mouth and cooed: "Prop yourself on pillows."

After Art reclined, Cindy scooted with her back towards him, and slowly impaled herself on his cock. Cindy rocked on his slick cock and fucked herself; Art fondled her swaying boobs and pinched her nipples; he also squeezed her flared hips as his stiff cock disappeared in to Cindy's pussy and reappeared out of it.

A few minutes later, Cindy whispered, "Pinch my nipples; I'm close to cumming. Babyyyyy. Ohhhhhh. Oooooosh. Ohhhhhhhh."

The two lovers stayed in their room most of that weekend and expressed their love for each other many times.

Thank you for reading. I will appreciate your comments and suggestions.



Moving On



White knuckled and breathless, my heart and head throbbing. The mattress cover was pull off one corner, clutched in my palm. I felt empty and scared. Tin tasting redness gathered at my lip and dripped into my mouth. Too distracted trying to breath, I could muster no conscious effort to cover my body. But then, I was alone, more alone then ever. I was used and discarded, and shaking so hard. The only thing that kept me from freezing must have been the heat still radiating from between my thighs. Until the span of 18 years, to a few moments ago, I was a virgin. The marks of my fathers hand showed red around my pale neck. My eyes were getting dry. I was running out of tears.

I had just gotten home that day from checking out colleges. I spent the weekend with two of my friends on a college campus. They were both more experienced then me, and were determined to experience college men. As much as they pleaded for my company, I turned them down. I had only had a few boyfriends in my life, the last had pressured me constantly into having sex, but I finally left him when I walked in on him and some girl. My friends wanted me to move on, and so they brought home three relatively good looking college age guys, they both took theirs to another part of the room, and left the tallest boy with me. We kissed even though I would have rather not, but when he touched my breast I shoved him off. I spent that night in my car on the phone with my brother. He didn't pry or rant, he didn't make threats to anyone who would hurt me, he just talked to me and it was exactly what I needed.

I came home on my birthday. My parents were separated and so my brother and dad were all the family I had. We spent the night together in front of the television, it wasn't much, but after the weekend it was nice to be around people I could feel comfortable with. We watched and made our little comments until it was late and my brother gave me a hug and went to bed. I snuggled up against my daddy and watched tv. He started saying things that seemed odd. Talking about how I had been developing into a woman. It made me uncomfortable so I said goodnight.

My bed was all made, crisp at the corners and folded just right. I thought he just came in to tuck is little girl in one more time before she became a woman. So I tried to comfort him. I said I wasn't all grown up, and I still needed him. He said I was, that he had been waiting.. As much as I screamed he wouldn't stop. His hand just got tighter around my neck. I woke up some time later, clutching my sheets and shaking, my body hurt all over, and burned between my legs. I looked down at my body as my thoughts collected, and I was sprinkled with blood. I still couldn't scream, or even be more frightened then I already was. I heard the bathroom sink run down the hall. When it cut off footsteps grew closer and closer. My brother walked into the room with a heavier sprinkle of blood on his shirt and arms and I stared up at his face. He looked me in the eye and nowhere else. The water on the cloth was warm, and he slowly cleaned the blood off of my body. I was terrified what would happen if my father came back in and saw him helping me.

"Get out of here Michael, if he sees you..." It was all I could do to try to protect him.

"He's not gunna hurt you any more Ash." That was all he said and he went back to cleaning me. I watched him for a moment and looked around my room. A stack of soiled blankets were covering something in the corner. And I knew where the blood had come from. I let go of the sheets for the first time and threw my arms around my brothers neck. I felt the heat of his hand on my back and held him as tightly as I could. I couldn't speak or breath.

"I wont ever let anyone hurt you again," That is what he said, and I believed him. He must have been so afraid to do anything.



Moving On



Pollianna got a call from Jenkins, at the estate agents early on Saturday morning. She'd been looking for a new flat to rent for sometime. This particular agency hadn't given her much to view, but she felt she should turn up as promised. Jenkins was rather a dishy guy, she thought as she admired him from afar. Early thirties, quality suit, polished shoes, interesting colour of tie to go with his pastel lilac shirt. It was blue! 

' I wouldn't say no to him,' she thought. Well at least she thought she thought it. 

They went in, it was a small two bedroom flat, large living area and separate kitchen. 

He smelt nice too, Pollianna remarked to herself as he stood close to her a few times during the viewing. She wasn't sure, but was his hand touching hers a couple of times? 

"Do you like the smaller properties, Ms Richards?" he inquired. 

"Oh, yes," she replied "They are so intimate, don't you think?" She clasped her hands in front of her as she spoke, smiling broadly, drawing her shoulders up, showing off her lovely breasts under a white blouse she wore, with no jacket. She remembered just throwing on her jeans, blouse and those lovely designer boots, she refused to leave the house without, these days. Was this too much flirting.. He was so very nice, can you do too much flirting?

He went a little pink in the face, she thought it was strange because he was obviously a man of the world, wasn't he? Mmmmm, now she was intrigued. So feeling a little fruity, she let her arm brush against his lovely pert arse as she walked past him next time, He was visibly embarrassed by it, and moved away. Then in close proximity in the bathroom, she had to squeeze behind him, and allowed her nipples to rub against his jacket, although they weren't erect, she was sure he would realise what she was up to. She moved in front of him and made a very pronounced bending over to try the taps on the bath. She was so disappointed when he moved back before she made contact with his body. I guess he doesn't go for older women, she thought, resigning herself to the fact she was going to have another crap year this year.

They moved out of the bathroom, and went into the galley kitchen, He lent on one cupboard, but seemed to stand awkwardly, she lent against the sink, like a brazen hussy, arms outstretched behind her, palms on the worktop, pulling her blouse very tight over her firm breasts, head tilted a little to one side, and a devilish smile on her lips. Her jeans were quite tight and showed her body off well, she may be older and plumper, but she could still look good! They chatted a while, and she realised he was more and more uncomfortable, she decided that it was make or break time. 

"Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?" 

' OH MY GOD, what did I say!' she thought. Too late, he went bright red, and shuffled about, 

"Well, er, act.., actually, I do find you attractive," he stuttered, "I'm not too good at this, chatting up women, not had many girlfriends. But seeing as you are an older woman, I thought you might be more likely..." 

" To what?," she said in a higher tone , " To show you the ropes! You think just cos I'm over 40, and single, I'm not getting any, and to seduce a 30 year old virgin, may do it for me! Is that what you meant?"

Before he could even answer let alone regain his composure, she made the step required to get from the sink to his mouth, she planted her lips firmly on his, she felt them quiver a little as she put her arms around his neck, tugging him even closer. She felt him standing strangely, obviously embarrassed that his erection would give him away, so she dropped a hand down, and ran it from his pocket across, to his zipper, stopping at his hard cock. She let out a murmur as she ran her fingers over it, from tip to base, then put the palm of her hand on its length and rubbed in a circular motion. He was murmuring now, and he broke away from her passionate kiss.

"Er, er, um, please not too much.. " 

"You mean you're going to cum already! What sort of guy are you? A Man or mouse?" 

Without letting him answer she moved back, and started undoing her blouse, she had all the buttons undone, and was pulling off her blouse as she watched his reaction when he saw her lacy white bra. 

"Would you like to touch these?" she asked, unclasping the bra, and pulling it off to allow her lovely 40DD breasts to swing in front of both of them.

"Don't be shy. It's OK, I'll help you," she said as she took his hand and laid it flat on her nipples. His warmth sending shivers through her nipple all the way down to that lovely, wet, shaved fanny of hers. Her other hand grab his free hand and she pulled him closer, placing his hand on her bum, with a slap. 

"Now you just take you're time, and we'll both enjoy, the viewing." she smiled. Leaning forward she kissed him passionately again, his fingers started to play with her nipples, and that turned her on so much. His other hand just made circular movements on her bum, she turned her lower body to send the message to him, he complied. He moved his hand on round and felt the zipper, then he pulled at it to allow it to unzip fully, he needed both hands to release the button, and giving the jeans a little tug, they moved down her legs a little. His hand felt for the top of her matching white lace, knickers and he slipped a hand in. He moved his hand down, and seemed to become disorientated as he struggled to feel any hair. 

"Mmmm, so you're not that inexperienced?" Pollianna said, realising his predicament." You were expecting to feel a thick forest of hair. Well big boy, I'm clean shaven, would you like to examine it? " His eyes opened as he stared into hers.

"Please." was all he could muster. 

"OK, but my turn first", and with that she undid his suit trousers, letting them drop to the floor, then sank to her knees to acquaint herself with his lovely erection. Pulling the boxers down in one swift movement, it sprung out magnificently. It was in her mouth, and she was loving the slightly salty taste it was creating. Her hand was around the shaft and her other was cupping his balls. She ran her fingers over them expertly, feeling him quiver and shudder as she did. This is going to be so easy, she thought to herself. But she didn't want him cumming too quick.

"OK, your turn". She kicked off her boots, pulled her jeans down, pulled her knickers off, and popped them in her jeans pocket, then lying down on the cold lino flooring, she lay there. He stalled for a second, then knelt down in front of her, he held his cock in one hand and started to head towards her wanton pussy. 

"OK, I want you to lick me first, you can have me then, but I want that hot tender tongue to do its magic on me first." 

He moved his mouth on to her, she felt his hot lips on her smooth skin and then felt him, running his tongue over her lips, up and down, slipping into her moist pussy, occasionally as he moved up and down her. She moved her hands down, to pull the lips apart, and he slipped his tongue into her pussy, he grunted as he tasted her, and licked at the creamy juice. She held his hair and pulled him up, letting him locate the golden orb. Her clit. 

His rough tongue, rasping over it, sending shivers through her, as she forgave him his inexperience. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and imagined this being his first time, She pulled his head against her, to heighten the feeling of her orgasm building up inside. 

"Oh, yes, that's so good." she whispered. "I want your fingers in me, I'm going to cum soon." He obliged and as he slipped a couple into that very wet fanny, she replaced his tongue with her fingers and was rubbing herself for England. It took no time at all for her to release her first orgasm of 2010, Certainly wouldn't qualify for the World Cup of orgasms, but wasn't it nice, as it rippled out over her body, giving her a level of pleasure that she hadn't had for a while. 

"OK, you can have me now", She threw a condom over to him. It took a few seconds for him to get prepared, but then she felt his hardness slipping into her wet pussy, and he soon found his rhythm and was pumping her deep and harder. 

"Oh, yesss, " She stammered "Faster big boy, I want it all inside me." 

Knowing he wouldn't take long, she pulled his head to her and kissed him sweetly on the lips, she felt him change pace, slowing, and tensing up as he groaned out loud through the kissing, as he was filling his little sack inside her. He collapsed on top of her and she felt him breathing heavily. Their bodies lying on the cold lino for a few minutes as he recovered from his workout.

They dressed quickly, and were at the front door. He lent forward to kiss here, but she refused,

"No, sorry, you had your fun, I'm not that free and easy." He was locking the door as they stood on the step, 

"OK, Poll, lovely to see you again, and if you want to see another flat, we've got a great one in Walford, Its got a Four Poster, would be great to christen it with you."

"Don't push you're luck Dave," she said, "I only agreed to see this with you cos I'm not getting much action at the moment."

And then they were on their separate ways.



Moving On



"That's nice, Dale," I moaned as he sucked on my neck.

My husband's right hand was between my legs. His wet finger pushed into my ass. My cell phone phone rang and it momentarily distracted me. I glanced at the screen. Damien.

"Shit," I muttered.

"Don't answer it," Dale growled.

I ignored the phone and returned to making out with my husband. A minute later, the phone rang again.

I let out an annoyed sigh. "I'd better answer it or he'll just keep calling back."

"God damn it," Dale mumbled and rolled off me.

I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and answered it. "Hello? What do you want, Damien? It's late and I'm already in bed."

"Mason!" Damien cried.

"What's wrong, Damien?" I asked my sobbing friend over the phone.

"It's... Joseph! He... dumped... me!" he managed through wracking sobs. "He told... me... to... get out!"

"Dame, calm down. Listen, I'll be right there, okay?"

"Hurry, Mason. Please!"

"I'm on my way."

I hung up the phone and sighed. I rolled over and looked at my husband.

"What's wrong with Damien now?" he asked.

"He said that Joseph dumped him and kicked him out."

"He's probably fed up with his drama."

I stroked the little hairs between Dale's pecs. Damien drove Dale crazy, but Dale got along with him for my sake.

"Dale, I know he can be a little bit of a diva, but he's my best friend."

"Mason, you bail him out of situation after situation every time. What does he ever do for you?"

"That's not the point. I've known Damien for over 20 years. Since we were freshman in high school. I'm not going to turn my back on him."

Dale shrugged my hand off him. "Do what you need to do. I'm not gonna argue with you about god damned Damien."

"I'm sorry, Dale. I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

I leaned in and Dale huffed, but then turned and gave me a reluctant kiss.

"Okay," he said. "I'll be here."

I got out of bed and got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and threw on some sneakers. I sped off in my car to Damien and Joseph's house.

Damien was sitting on his front porch steps when I pulled up. I parked in front and sat down next to him. He had his face buried in his hands. I put my arm around him and he laid his head on my shoulder.

"What happened, Dame?" I asked.

"He dumped me. I..."

Damien started sobbing. I tightened my grip on his shoulder.

"It's okay. We'll talk later. I'm gonna go inside and pack you a bag, okay?"

Damien sniffled and nodded. He wiped his running nose on his sleeve. I rubbed his back and gave him a quick kiss on top of his head. I took a deep breath and stood and knocked on the front door and opened it.

Joseph was sitting at the dining room table drinking a bottle of whiskey. He looked awful. His eyes were bloodshot red.

"Joseph?" I quietly interrupted.

He looked up at me with a blank expression, then turned back down to his bottle.

"I'm gonna pack a bag for Damien. Is that okay?" I asked.

"I don't care," he grumbled without looking up.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of what I could say that would help. I went to their bedroom and grabbed Damien's gym bag. I packed some clothes for Damien and grabbed his toiletries. Joseph continued to ignore me and I went outside and quietly shut the door behind me.

"Come on, Dame," I said as I held out my hand.

He grabbed my hand and pulled himself up.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You can stay with us until you figure it out."

Damien sighed and got into the car. I drove home and parked in the garage. Damien followed me inside and I walked him to the guest room. I sat down on the bed and motioned for Damien to sit with me.

"What happened, Dame?"

"I fucked up. I... I don't want to talk about it."

Damien's eyes began to water and he sniffled and shook his head.

"Please don't ask me, Mase," he whispered.

"Okay. Why don't you get some rest?"

I gave him another hug and I helped him strip down to his t-shirt and boxer briefs. I got him into the bed and pulled up the covers and tucked him in. He turned away from me and his body shook as he started crying again. I rubbed his back for a little while until he fell asleep. I got up and shut the guest room door behind me and returned to my room. Dale turned on the lamp on his nightstand and sat up on his elbows.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," I said with a sigh. "He just said he fucked up. Joseph was really upset and was getting drunk."

"How long is he staying for?"

"I don't know."

I pulled off my clothes and crawled over Dale and got under the covers. I scooted up to Dale and wrapped my right arm around his torso.

"He's really messed up," I said. "I've never seen him this bad."

"Babe, I don't mind if he stays here a few days, but I'm not going to put up with his shit. You'd better tell him."

"Dale, please. He won't be any trouble. I promise. Okay?"

Dale let out an exasperated sigh. I leaned in and kissed his neck and up his jaw to his chin. He turned and kissed me. His kisses quickly escalated and he pushed me onto my back and started to move on top of me.

"Mm-mmm," I said as I pushed back on his chest.

"What's wrong?"

"Not with Damien here," I said.

"God damn it," he mumbled. "The Spawn's been here 20 minutes and he's already in the fucking way."

Dale often called Damien 'the Spawn', as in the 'Spawn of Satan'. Dale said he was evil just like his namesake from the movie 'The Omen'.

"I'm sorry, Dale. I just don't think we should make love with Damien in the house. I don't want him to hear, especially in his state."

I kissed his chest and ran my hand down his smooth stomach. I tickled his neatly trimmed pubes, then wrapped my hand around his fat cock.

"That doesn't mean I'm not going to take care of you," I whispered.

I kissed my way down his muscular chest and his flat stomach. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick and wrapped my lips around him. I took his thick, cut, six inches into my mouth all the way down to his pubes.

"Oh fuck, babe... Nice and slow... Yeah... suck it for me..."

I swirled my tongue all over him as I slowly bobbed up and down, sucking gently but firmly. I went all the way up to the head and down to the root nice and slow, just like he liked it. I massaged his balls with my right hand as I worked him with my mouth. 

"I'm gonna blow, babe. Oh god, here it comes..."

Dale's hand moved to the back of my head and he began thrusting erratically up into my sucking mouth.

"I'm coming, babe!"

Dale groaned and his dick began pulsing. His semen oozed out in thick spurts and I swallowed as my mouth filled. When he was finished, I swallowed once more. Dale was breathing heavy as I moved and laid up next to him. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed my forehead. He let out a deep breath.

"Thanks," he said contentedly.

I chuckled. "You're welcome. Let's get some sleep. I gotta be at work early tomorrow. I got a meeting in the morning. I love you, Dale."

"Love you, babe."

We kissed each other goodnight and rolled over. Dale was out like a light, which was his usual behavior after sex. I laid there for a while with my eyes closed.

Dale was such a great guy. I was really lucky to have him in my life. We've been together for six years. We got married in Massachusetts three years ago and things have been great.

I sometimes wonder how I was able to land a guy like Dale. He's so handsome and athletic. Dale is a little older than me; he's 39 and I'm 36. He's two inches taller than me at 6'2", but he's much more muscular, whereas I am built thin and lean. We both have dark brown hair and brown eyes. Dale keeps his short and professional since he is a lawyer. My job as an IT project manager allows me a little more freedom. I wear my hair longer, down to my shoulders. I also have a nice bit of hair on my chest and a treasure trail from my belly button to my groin.

Dale says that I look like 'Chuck' from the TV show. I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not.

***

When the alarm clock went off in the morning, I kissed Dale and climbed over him and shuffled into our bathroom. I pissed and then brushed my teeth while waiting for the shower to warm up.

Dale came in and stood at the toilet pissing. He yawned and stretched, then followed me into the shower stall.

"You gotta work late again tonight?" he asked as we washed up.

"I don't want to, but probably. Once this project gets going, things will get better. I just have a lot of work to do in the planning stage."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Oh, don't forget I'm hosting the game this week."

Dale and his buddies played poker every week. It was an excuse to drink and smoke cigars and be obnoxious. I usually tried to avoid it.

"Don't worry, I'll be out of the way," I said. "And I'll make sure to take Damien with me."

"Good. Let me get your back."

Dale turned me around and began washing my back. As soon as he touched me, I knew what he was really after and I smiled.

His soapy hands slowly stroked up and down my back, caressing instead of washing.

"My ass needs washing, too," I whispered and gave him a sly grin as I pushed back against him.

Dale moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. He pressed his hard cock into my ass crack and began sliding it up and down. He kissed my shoulder and up my neck. He licked my ear lobe and flicked his tongue along my outer ear, causing my body to shudder. My dick was now at full attention, standing straight up against my stomach.

Dale's hand moved between my legs. A soapy finger pushed into my hole, quickly followed by a second finger. He slid the fingers in and out, stretching them and twisting them.

I whimpered and laid my head back against him. "Dale..."

"Hold on, babe."

Dale pushed my shoulders forward and I reached out and braced my hands against the shower wall. He tapped my legs further apart with his foot. He lined up his dick against my ass, then gave a firm push. I grunted at the momentary shock of his entry. He held completely still while he kissed along my back. He moved my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck.

When the pain started to fade, I pushed out with my muscles and leaned back slightly, causing him to slide further into me another inch. Dale groaned loudly. His left hand moved to the shower wall on top of mine. His right hand moved around my torso and slid up and grabbed onto my left shoulder. He started moving slowly, sliding in and out.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he moaned in my ear.

Dale pumped in and out of me faster and harder. He held me to his body with his strong arm. I looked up at our left hands. He locked his fingers between mine and squeezed my hand. I stared at our matching gold wedding bands as I pushed back against his thrusting body.

"Fuck me, Dale," I panted.

Dale's mouth moved up to the base of my neck on my right side. He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth. He clamped down and sucked hard. His hips slapped loudly against my body. He hammered into me hard and fast. I could feel his body tensing and I knew he was getting close. His right hand slid down my body and wrapped around my throbbing, dripping dick. He pumped his hand on my dick in rhythm with his hips and I couldn't hold back.

My body trembled and I gasped as ropes of hot come flew out of my dick and splattered against the shower wall. Dale grunted into my neck and his hips jerked as he came inside me. I could feel his dick throbbing and I felt the warm liquid spurting and oozing out of me. It ran down my leg as he pulled back and pulled his dick out of me.

He laid his forehead on my back as he tried to catch his breath. He let out a deep breath and stood up. He put his arms around me and pulled me up to him. My legs trembled as I let go of the wall and stood upright. I turned around and kissed him. Our tongues met in the middle as we slowly kissed.

"Fuck. That was hot, babe," he said.

"Yeah. I need a nap."

We both chuckled and gave our bodies another quick once over with the washcloth. We got out of the shower and dried off and got ready for work. While Dale went to the kitchen to make the coffee, I knocked on the guest bedroom door.

"Come in."

I opened the door to find Damien sitting up on the bed.

"Hey, Dame."

I sat down next to him and took his hand. He looked like shit. Well, he looked like shit for Damien. Damien was perfect. He was stunningly gorgeous. He could be a male model. He had wavy blond hair and blue eyes. He had a ripped body. While I worked my ass off to just stay lean, he would coast through his workouts. No amount of crunches would give me abs like he had. I always felt inadequate around him. Hanging out with him in high school and then college, he always got all of the attention while I stood in the shadows behind him. Every once in a while, one of the guys would notice me. Usually what happened was a hot guy would flirt with Damien and his not as hot friend would end up stuck with me.

Of course, Damien knows exactly how hot he is. He can be a bit full of himself at times.

As close as we are, Damien and I have never had sex. Once when we were drunk in college, we made out and there was some over-the-clothes touching, but that was as far as it went. The thought of it actually creeps me out. It'd be like having sex with a brother. Eww.

"You gonna go to work today?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I guess so."

"If you want to take the day off and hang out here... maybe that'd be a good idea."

"No. I should just go in."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"He caught me," he whispered. His eyes looked at me and then looked down. "He caught me cheating on him."

"Oh, Damien. Again?"

Damien pushed my hand away. "I don't need you to judge me!"

"I'm not judging you."

"I just couldn't help it, Mase," he whined. "This guy... He checked into my hotel and he was so freaking hot. He's an actor. Well, he's going to be. He kept flirting with me... and we... we fucked. Anyway. Joseph saw the texts he sent me."

I couldn't believe that Damien threw away yet another great relationship for a quick fuck. Joseph put up with all of Damien's bullshit for the past two years. That was the longest relationship Damien's ever had. I actually thought that Joseph might tame Damien's wild ways, but I guess not.

Damien had a track record of cheating on his boyfriends. He also wasn't above stealing other people's boyfriends.

Back in college, I met a great guy and we really hit it off. He liked me for me, not because he wanted to get to Damien. Ted and I dated for over six months when he suddenly broke up with me. Less than a week later, he started dating Damien. To this day, Damien adamantly denies that they cheated behind my back, but I know when he's lying. I was so angry with Damien. He could have anyone he wanted, why did he have to take my Ted? Ted wasn't even his type. Ted was a bear. Damien didn't like bears. But he liked big dicks and I made the mistake of telling him that Ted was hung really thick.

I didn't talk to Damien for over a month. That was the longest we had ever gone apart from each other. But when Damien got caught with yet another guy, Ted dumped him. Damien called me sobbing. I did what best friends do. I forgave Damien for stealing my boyfriend and held him while he cried.

I looked down at my watch.

"Dame, I gotta go," I said. "We can talk more when I get home. You can stay here as long as you need, okay? But you have to promise to be nice to Dale."

"Okay. Thanks, Mase. You're my best friend in the whole world. No one understands me like you do."

"I know, Dame. Me, too."

He pulled me in and hugged me while he cried on my shoulder. I hugged him and rubbed his back until he got himself together.

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

I patted his shoulder and got up and went to the kitchen. I poured a cup of coffee and joined Dale at the table.

He looked up from the newspaper and pulled off his glasses.

"So, what's up?"

"I told him he could stay as long as he needed to."

I could see Dale grinding his teeth, but I didn't say anything.

"So what happened this time?" he asked. "He get caught cheating again?"

I nodded. Dale shook his head. He put his glasses back on and returned to reading the paper while he sipped his coffee.

I quickly finished up my cup and grabbed my leather briefcase.

"I gotta go," I said. I leaned down and gave Dale a quick kiss.

"Bye, babe."

***

The week went better than I thought it would. Damien toned his diva behavior down quite a bit so that he wouldn't piss off Dale. Dale went off on Damien once over leaving shoes in the middle of the floor, but otherwise they got along okay. There were a few times that Dale bit his tongue and wanted to say something to Damien, but he didn't.

Friday night, Dale's friends came over for poker night while Damien and I got ready to go to the movies.

Before the guys arrived, I helped Dale lay out the snacks in the back sunroom where the poker table was set up.

Dale gave me a kiss. "Thanks, babe."

He gave me another kiss and whispered in my ear. "And thanks for taking the Spawn with you."

"Don't call him that," I giggled. "I love you."

"Love you, babe."

"Hey, hey! There'll be none of that kissing shit on Man Night," Lew said with a chuckle.

I looked up as Dale's best friend, Lewis, walked in with a case of beer. Lew was a straight, married guy. They were college roommates and became best friends, even after Dale came out. Lew is tall, with a little bit of a beer belly. He's got spiky blond hair and hazel eyes. Lew's a nice guy. He was Dale's best man in our wedding. He's got three kids, two girls and a boy, ages 12, 9, and 6. His wife is kind of a bitch, though. I guess I would be too if I had to take care of three kids. We don't hang out with her.

Dale and Lew's other best friend, Alex arrived next. Alex is a big guy. His dad was Hispanic, so he has those dark and handsome good looks. He was a rugby player in college, then joined the Army. After he got out, he got a job in corporate IT. Sitting around a computer all day, he kind of got fat, but he's been going back to the gym and is slowly turning his fat to muscle. Alex has black hair, which he still keeps cut in a military crew cut. He also wears a beard, which he keeps trimmed short as well. Alex says he's bisexual. When I first met him, he was dating a guy. Then he starting dating a woman. He and Susie had a baby, then they got married. The marriage lasted less than a year. I guess their son is about two years old now. Dale was Alex's best man at the wedding. Dale predicted back then that they would never last, though he had enough sense to not tell Alex that.

The last of the group, Tom and Rick, showed up as Damien and I were getting ready to leave. Rick was a hot California surfer dude, while his boyfriend Tom was a tall and muscular black man.

Damien took one look at Rick and went into full flirt mode.

"Ooh, maybe we should stay here, Mase," Damien said.

Damien flitted over to Rick and began massaging his shoulders.

Dale shot me a dirty look. Tom gave Rick a raised eyebrow.

"Thanks, dude, but the table's full," Rick said as he moved his hands off him.

"Aww," Damien pouted and poked out his bottom lip.

Alex looked at me and rolled his eyes and I smiled and shrugged. Dale made a head motion for me to get Damien out of here.

"Come on, Dame," I said. "We're gonna be late. Bye, guys. Have fun."

By the time Damien and I got back from the movies, the poker game had finished. Dale, Lew and Alex were sitting around the table drinking whiskey and smoking cigars and talking shit.

"Where's Rick?" Damien asked.

"He's gone home. With his boyfriend. Tom. You know, the muscular black guy that is going to beat the shit out of you," Dale said.




Moving On



"Too bad," Damien shrugged as he plopped down in one of the empty chairs. "I thought we could get in a game of strip poker."

I frowned. "Damien..."

"Ain't gonna happen, buddy," Lew said.

"Come on, Dame. Let's go to the living room and watch some TV. Let these guys talk."

"Okay," he said. "Ooh, did you record 'Project Runway'?"

"Yeah, come on."

I grabbed him and pulled him out of the chair.

As I walked by, Dale grabbed me and pulled me down and kissed me. His hand moved to the back of my neck and he held me as he kissed me slowly and sensually.

"Missed you," he said as he pulled away and licked his lips.

I wiped my mouth and frowned. "You taste like cigars and scotch."

The guys all laughed.

"Where's my kiss?" Damien asked as he leaned down towards Alex.

Alex covered Damien's face with his hand and gave it a hard shove.

"Ow!" Damien cried as he stumbled backwards.

Everyone laughed at Damian and I dragged him out of the room. We went to the living and settled down on the sofa to watch this week's 'Project Runway'. I could still hear Dale and his friends laughing loudly in the sunroom and it made me smile.

After the show was over, I looked over at Damien and he had tears trickling down his face.

"Okay, Dame. Girl wasn't that good. He deserved to go home for that hot mess."

Damien wiped his face and giggled. "No... I was thinking about Joseph. I miss him."

"Call him and tell him."

"I've tried. He won't talk to me. He won't forgive me this time. I know I fucked up, Mase. But I did love him."

"I know you did."

"I don't try to fuck things up... It's just like... Like the universe is out to get me. It's like I can never be happy."

I was a little irritated that Damien just admitted to me that he had cheated more than once on Joseph. Joseph didn't forgive him 'this time'.

Damien had a tough life growing up. It was just him and his mom growing up, just like me. But his mom was emotionally and mentally abusive towards him. He spent a lot of time at my house. My mom always made Damien feel welcome. When Damien's mom disowned him for being gay after we graduated from college, my mom even took him in until he got on his feet.

I always thought that was why he seemed so desperate to be loved.

"I know you've had a tough life, Damien. But you've got a great job. You're healthy. You're still young and insanely good looking. One day you'll find the right guy and settle down. And you won't even want to look at other guys."

"You think so?"

"Of course I do."

"It's easy for you to say. You've got Dale. He's so good to you. You're so lucky."

"That's what I'm saying, Dame. One day you'll meet a great guy like Dale. And you'll live happily ever after."

Damien sighed. "I guess."

***

Over the next two weeks, Damien and Dale got along okay. I only had to break up one fight between them. But Dale and I were both starting to get a little annoyed with his antics. Damien was looking for an apartment, but nothing was ever good enough. There was always some nit to pick.

Dale was also getting very frustrated in bed. I didn't want to make love with Damien in the house. It weirded me out. So we'd do it in the shower, or I'd give him a blowjob. We did make love properly in our bed a couple of times when I got Damien to go to the gym.

After four weeks in our home, I decided that I needed to tell Damien it was time to go.

It was a Saturday and I had to go in to work. I decided that I'd only work a half day. I wanted go home and make a nice dinner and let him down easy. I quickly finished what I needed to get done, then I stopped by the grocery store.

When I walked in the door, I froze in my tracks.

Damien and Dale were on the couch. Damien was completely naked. His head was thrown back as he rode up and down on Dale's cock. Dale's shirt was unbuttoned and his pants were still around his ankles. He was gripping Damien's waist and was thrusting his hips up into him. Both of them were so caught up in each other that they didn't notice me standing there.

The grocery bags came crashing down to the floor. Damien looked up and gasped in horror.

Dale shoved Damien off him. He pulled the condom off his cock and bent down and scrambled to pull up his pants. "Babe... Babe, I'm sorry. It's not--"

"Mase, I'm so sorry," Damien cried as he pulled on his clothes.

I grabbed onto the wall as I was overcome. My body was wracked with sobs.

"How could you?!" I screamed. I wasn't even sure which one I was talking to.

Dale started to explain. "It just happened, babe--"

"Don't 'babe' me, you bastard!" I screamed.

I looked at Damien's crying face. I saw it in his eyes. This wasn't the first time.

"And you!" I screamed as tears poured down my cheeks. "You were my best friend. How could you, Dame? With my husband? I forgave you for Ted, but not Dale. I will never forgive you for this! Never!"

Damien fell to his knees and sobbed.

Dale tried to put his arms around me. "Come on, Mason. Calm down. Let's talk--"

I shoved Dale back as hard as I could. "Don't you fucking touch me! With Damien, of all people. You-- I--"

I was crying so hard that I couldn't continue. I pulled my wedding ring off my finger and dropped it onto the floor. I grabbed my keys and slammed the door behind me. I got into my car and sped out of the garage. I pulled over to the side of the road and parked. I cried until I had no tears.

I only had one place to go. I drove to Mom's house. She still lived in our little house in the suburbs. I sat in the driveway for the longest time. I saw Mom step out onto the porch. She came around opened the car door and pulled me out and hugged me. I grabbed on to her and I lost it. I bawled on her shoulder as she helped me into the house. She laid me down on the sofa and wrapped me in a knitted afghan. She sat next to me and softly stroked my hair.

"Damien and Dale have been calling for you," she said quietly.

"They can both go to hell," I spat.

"What happened, honey?"

"I walked in on them... Having sex."

Mom gasped. "Oh, no."

"And it wasn't the first time. How could they, Mom? How?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and sobbed.

"Shh... It'll be okay," she said as she hugged me tight.

"How, Mom? How will it be okay? I just lost both my best friend and my husband."

"You don't mean that. Maybe--"

"Yes, I do. I don't ever want to see either one of them ever again!"

I wiped my face with my hands and ran my forearm across my nose.

"I'm gonna go take a nap," I said.

"Your room's all made up."

Mom sniffled and wiped the tears from her cheeks and I gave her a tight hug.

I got up and went to my old bedroom and laid down and cried myself to sleep.

***

Dale and Damien called me incessantly over the next day. I finally answered Dale's call Sunday evening.

"Stop calling me," I said.

"Mason! Please, don't hang up. Baby, I am so sorry. Please, just talk to me."

I could tell he was crying and it broke my heart. Dale was so strong. He never cried.

"Mason," he cried. "Babe... Please come home. We can work things out. I love you."

"I can't, Dale. I can't get the image of you making love to Damien out of my head."

"We weren't making love. It was just a f--. He seduced me. Look, it doesn't matter. We can go to a therapist, whatever it takes."

"It matters to me, Dale! You had lube and condoms. You were obviously prepared to cheat. It wasn't the first time, was it?"

The silence on the phone was deafening.

Dale finally spoke so quietly I could barely hear him. "No."

"How many times?"

"Babe, don't."

"How many?!" I screamed.

"I don't know."

"How long have the two of you been...?"

More silence. My stomach flipped. I hung up the phone and ran to the bathroom and fell onto the floor. I barely made it as my lunch heaved into the porcelain bowl.

After I cleaned myself up, I returned to my room. I picked up my ringing cell phone and turned it off.

***

Monday morning I called in to work and took the day off. While Dale and Damien were at work, I went and packed up as much of my things as I could fit into my car. I drove back to Mom's house and threw everything into a pile in my bedroom.

Over the next week, Dale kept calling and leaving me messages at least twice a day. Sometimes I'd listen to them, sometimes I'd just go ahead delete them. Damien's calls finally tapered off.

Lew even called me once. He had called me at work, and it caught me off guard. He told me that Dale was miserable. He had thrown Damien out of the house and he wanted me to come home. I told Lew to tell Dale to go to hell.

I looked into filing for divorce and it was going to be a nightmare. Since our marriage wasn't recognized by Michigan, we'd have to go through the Massachusetts family court.

I wasn't sleeping well. Every night I would lay in bed pouring over the details of our life. Wondering what I did wrong that he would want to fuck Damien instead of me. Wondering how long they had been fucking behind my back.

By the next week, I was finally starting to snap out of my funk. At least I stopped crying. Dale's calls tapered off as well.

I'd go to work every day, then drive back to my mom's house. We'd have dinner and watch TV until it was time to go to bed.

I'd sometimes catch her looking at me with sympathy. Sometimes, she'd come up to me and hug me for no reason.

I had been living with Mom for three weeks when she knocked on my bedroom door one Saturday morning. I groaned and turned over and looked at the clock. It was 12:43 in the afternoon.

"Come in," I croaked. I cleared my throat and sat up.

"You going to sleep all day?" she asked.

I sighed. "Yeah. No. I guess I should get up."

"You have a visitor."

"What? I don't want to see anyone. Tell whoever it is to fuc-- To go away."

Alex's big frame leaned against the door jamb. "I'm already here, Mason."

"I'll let you two talk," Mom said as she excused herself.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "I'm not going back to Dale, so you can save your breath."

"I'm not here because Dale asked me to. I'm here to check on you. Everyone is so concerned about Dale. I wanted to know how you were holding up."

I opened my mouth a couple of times to respond, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Alex came and sat down on the end of the bed.

"So, how are you?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm just great," I said sarcastically. "My best friend and my husband are having an affair. Couldn't be better."

"I reamed Dale a new one a couple weeks ago. I just couldn't believe he would do that to you. He can be a real asshole sometimes."

I opened my mouth to defend him on instinct, but then caught myself. He's right. Dale is an asshole.

"Did you know that Damien is back with his boyfriend?" Alex said. "He somehow convinced him to take him back. Some people never learn, I guess."

I sighed. "Yeah. How long has it been going on, do you know?"

Alex shrugged. "Don't know. You really think it happened more than the one time?"

"Dale admitted it. When I asked how long it had been going on, he didn't answer."

Alex shook his head and mumbled, "That motherfucker. He doesn't deserve a guy like you."

I scoffed. "Yeah. Right. 'Cause I'm such a catch."

Alex opened his mouth to respond, but changed his mind. We sat quietly for a moment.

"So, what are you going to do?" he finally asked.

I shifted my position so that I was sitting up in the bed.

"I don't know. File for divorce. Find a place to live. All I know is that I'm not going back to him."

"I can get you the name of my divorce lawyer if you want. I mean, Susie and I had a mutual and friendly split, so it wasn't messy. I doubt things will get ugly between you and Dale."

"Yeah, okay. I'd like to talk to him."

Alex pulled out his phone and flipped through the contacts, then messaged the contact to my phone.

"Thanks," I said.

"So, how's that project you're working on?"

"A nightmare. I got way behind, but I put in a lot of extra hours this week and got caught up."

"Is that why you're still in bed at 1:00 in the afternoon on Saturday?"

I shrugged. "What else do I have to do?"

"It's a nice day. Go play a round of golf."

"Dale is the golfer, not me."

"Well, that was just a suggestion, Mase."

I saw Alex's eyes travel down my body. I was wearing a tank top and a sweat shorts and his eyes rested on my chest and stomach before moving back up to mine. I noticed for the first time that Alex had gray eyes. I also noticed for the first time how incredibly handsome his face was.

He cleared his throat nervously. "You wanna go grab some lunch?" he asked.

"No, that's okay. I'm not really up for it."

"Aw, come on. You been hiding for, what, three weeks now? It's just lunch. Come on. Get up."

Alex stood up and grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of bed. My leg caught under me as I got out of bed and I tripped and smacked into his body. "Oof!"

My hands touched his soft pecs and his arms moved around me to catch me.

"Okay. I'm okay," I said quickly as I pushed away from him. "Let me get cleaned up and get dressed."

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

I scurried to my closet while Alex turned to leave. I saw him cut his eyes at me as he went through the door.

"This is a bad idea," I muttered to myself as I reached down to my crotch to adjust my rock hard dick.

I quickly got showered and dressed, then headed downstairs. Mom and Alex were sitting on the sofa drinking iced tea and chatting.

When Alex saw me, he stood up.

"Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Weston," he said. "It was very good. As was the company."

"You're quite welcome, 'Alexander'. It's nice to have a friend of Mason's over. You're welcome anytime."

"Why, thank you, ma'am," he smiled.

"And so polite," my mom said as she blushed a little and pinched his arm.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"Ready?" Alex asked me.

I nodded. "I'll be back in a little while, Mom."

I gave her a quick hug and followed Alex out the door. I got into the passenger seat of his red Ford Expedition SUV and buckled up.

"Where to?" he asked.

"I don't care. Anywhere."

"Mexican?"

"Sure. Sounds good."

Alex backed out of the driveway and headed into town.

"I can't believe you were flirting with my mom," I said.

"I wasn't flirting with your mom," he laughed. "I was being friendly."

"Yeah, well, I'm not calling you 'Daddy', so you can just forget about that."

Alex laughed loudly and I joined in. That was the first time I had laughed in weeks. I looked over at him and smiled.

We had lunch at Dos Amigos Mexican restaurant, which served authentic Mexican style food. The food there is always good. We both had a margarita with our lunch and it helped me to relax a little bit. I was very grateful that Alex did not talk about Dale or Damien.

"You know, I can tell you've lost weight," I said. "You still working out?"

"Yeah. I try to go five days a week. I've lost fifty pounds so far."

"Wow. Well, good for you. You can tell."

"Thanks," he smiled proudly.

We talked about his job as an IT manager and my job as a project manager. In fact, we talked and laughed for nearly two hours.

After lunch, he wanted to go out and do something, but I declined and he dropped me off at home.

I was a little surprised when he shut off the SUV and walked me to the front door.

"Thanks for dragging me out, Alex."

He shrugged. "Eh. Anytime, Mase."

He looked like he was going to hug me, so I held out my hand and he shook it instead. His hand was big and warm as he gently gripped my hand. He held onto my hand a little too long and his thumb slowly stroked the back of my hand. He stared into my eyes. God, his eyes were beautiful.

"Thanks, Alex," I said again.

"You're welcome, Mason."

"Bye."

I pulled my hand out of his and went inside and sat down in the chair in the living room. Mom looked up from the TV.

"Back already?" Mom asked.

"I've been gone almost three hours," I frowned as I looked at my watch.

"Oh. Well, I thought maybe you'd go out or something."

"Uh, no."

"Okay, fine. Suit yourself."

***

I got in touch with Alex's divorce lawyer on Monday morning. I explained that the house was Dale's before we got married. I only wanted my belongings and my share of our savings. Because we don't have same sex marriages in Michigan, the only way we could get divorced was to be a resident of a state that allowed same sex marriage. What a nightmare. He seemed like a nice guy and he seemed to be sympathetic that he couldn't help me.

When Alex showed up at the house again on Saturday, I was very surprised.

"Alex. What are you doing here?" I asked as I opened the door.

"You wanna go out to lunch?"

"Uh, maybe you've heard of phones?"

"If I called you first, you would have just said no."

I shrugged. He was right. I would have said no.

"Okay, so get your shoes on," he said.

He pushed into the house past me, leaving me standing there with my jaw on the floor. Man, he was presumptuous.

"Alex, nice to see you again," Mom said as she came down the stairs.

"Mrs. Weston. Don't you look lovely today?"

"Oh, stop," Mom giggled.

She swatted his arm and he gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for dragging Mason out of the house," she said. "All he does is work and sleep."

"Oh, it's no problem. I don't mind getting him out of the house for you. I know he must cramp your style."

"Oh, you!" she giggled.

"You don't fool me. I know a cute little thing like you must have them lining up down the block."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I was speechless. I just shook my head and sighed and got my shoes.

Alex took me to a deli and I got a salad and soup combo, while he got a salad and half sandwich.

"Okay," I started. "What's up with my mom? I thought you two were going to start making out."

Alex laughed. "Your mom is a sweetie. She reminds me of my mom."

I nodded. Alex's mom passed away a couple of years ago.

"Your dad is Puerto Rican, right?"

"Actually, my granddad was Puerto Rican but my grandmother was white, so I'm a quarter latino."

"So do you speak Spanish?"

"A little bit. My dad taught me some, but English was his first language."

"I never knew my dad... He left when I was a baby."

"Well, your mom is still with you, so spend all the time you can with her. When your parents are both gone, you'll look back and wished that you did."

Alex looked so vulnerable right now. I wanted to give the big guy a hug. Instead, I nodded and smiled at him.

"You know, I think my mom likes you more than she likes Dale. She never laughs and jokes with him."

Alex shrugged, but I saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a little smile.

"Oh, I called your lawyer," I told him.

I told him what the lawyer told me and he shook his head. After that things got quiet and a little uncomfortable.

"All right. Let's get out of here," he said. "We need to do something fun. This is too depressing."

I nodded and stood up. We got rid of our dishes and I followed him to his truck. He pulled out and drove to the other side of town and pulled into a mini golf/go kart park.

I frowned. "I don't think--"

"If you're not gonna play real golf with me, then you have to do this instead."

"Shit. Okay," I sighed and relented.

"It'll be fun. I promise."

Alex was right. It was fun. It was ridiculously fun. I had such a good time. We were both laughing non-stop the entire time. He won by a landslide, not surprisingly, but I didn't care. I liked that he just wanted to have fun and not get all competitive like Dale. I really liked that he fudged my scores so that I didn't appear to lose too badly.

"You wanna do the go karts?" he asked after we finished our game.

"Aren't we too big and too old for that?"




Moving On



"Nah. Come on."

"Okay," I shrugged.

I almost died laughing watching Alex stuff his 6'5" 300-pound frame into the go kart. We both whizzed around the track screaming and laughing. I had more fun than I had in years.

After our go kart ride, we got ice cream and sat down at a picnic table.

"I had a really good time today, Alex. Thanks for taking my mind off things."

"It's no problem, Mason. No problem at all."

Alex's eyes kind of glazed over and I realized he was watching me lick my ice cream. His eyes darted up to mine and his cheeks reddened and he looked away. I smiled to myself and looked away from him as well.

When he dropped me off, he walked me to the door again. I shook his hand again and said goodbye. The door opened and Mom popped out.

"Alex, you're leaving already? Why don't you stay for dinner?"

"Well, thank you, Mrs. Weston. I'd love to."

Mom held open the door and let Alex in and I gave her a dirty look.

While Mom made dinner, Alex and I sat on the couch and quietly chatted.

Dinner was delicious. If I didn't know better, I'd say mom was showing off for Alex. She made her oven fried chicken that was always moist and delicious. She also had sautéed green beans and mashed potatoes to go with it.

"This is great, Mrs. Weston," Alex said as he stuffed his mouth with another bite of chicken. "Even better than my mom's."

"Oh, well, wait until you taste dessert. Apple cobbler."

"Oh, man, that's my favorite."

I gave Alex a wry look and he chuckled and winked at me.

After Alex finished his plate, mom gave him another heaping plateful. He clearly enjoyed the dinner and that made me feel good.

After we finished eating, I cleared the dishes while Mom made coffee and served us the apple cobbler with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream.

"Oh, this is fucking fantastic," Alex said. His eyes suddenly widened and his cheeks reddened. "Sorry for the language, Mrs. Weston."

"It's quite alright," she chuckled. "I've heard that and much worse."

Mom gave me a pointed look and I shrugged.

After we finished dessert, Mom put together a container of leftovers for Alex, plus a big helping of the cobbler.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weston," he said as he gave her a hug.

"Anytime, Alex."

I walked Alex out to his SUV. For some reason, I was really nervous.

"Thanks for a great day, Mason."

"You're welcome. Thanks for being there for me. I don't really have anyone I can..."

I let out a quiet sigh and shrugged. He leaned down and hugged me. I was caught off guard for a second, then hugged him back. I felt him rubbing his beard on my cheek and I closed my eyes and leaned into the big guy.

"Thanks," I said as I broke the hug.

"Go out with me."

I frowned at him. "You mean on a date?"

"Yeah, I mean on a date."

"I don't think that'd be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Off the top of my head? I've only been separated from my husband for a month. Two, you're one of his best friends. Three, you're bi."

"So? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because bi guys just want to fuck around with you until they've found the perfect woman to start a family with. Then they ditch the gay and go 'straight'."

"Been there, done that," he laughed.

"I'm not joking, Alex. More importantly, you're one of Dale's best friends. What do you think he'd say if he knew you asked me out?"

"Fuck Dale if he doesn't realize when he's got a good thing. And I'm not gonna sit here and pretend I don't have feelings for you when I got the chance to do something about it."

I shook my head. "No, Alex. It's not a good idea. I'm sorry, but I can't. I don't think we should hang out anymore."

I rushed into the house and closed the door behind me. I couldn't go out with Alex. It wouldn't be right. No matter how attracted to him I was.

***

"Mason! Alex just pulled into the driveway," Mom called from the bottom of the stairs.

Shit. After not hearing from him all week, I thought for sure he wouldn't be back. I looked at the clock. It was 12:30 on Saturday afternoon. I shut my laptop and went downstairs.

I took a deep breath. 'Tell him no,' I thought to myself. The doorbell rang and I held my chin up and walked to the door and opened it.

Alex was grinning really big.

Cradled in his arm on his hip was his son.

The toddler was adorable. He had a shock of black hair and chubby cheeks. He had his daddy's gray eyes, opened wide as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. He was dressed in the cutest little denim overalls and a white t-shirt.

"Hi, Mase," Alex said. "This is Aiden. Aiden, this is my friend Mason."

"You are something else," I mumbled as I shook my head. "Using your baby to manipulate me."

"Is it working?" he said with a grin.

"Come on in," I sighed.

"Oh, can you hold Aiden for minute? I need to get his bag from the truck."

I held my hands up and shook them. "Oh. No. Uh-uh. I don't-- I'm not good with--"

"Just hold him, ya big baby."

Alex held out Aiden and pushed him to my chest. I put my arms around him, holding him under his butt with one arm and my other hand on his back. Aiden gripped my shirt in his fists and laid his head down on my shoulder. I melted.

"Oh, my! Who is this?" Mom asked as she walked into the living room.

She tickled her hand on his back. "What's your name, honey?" she asked him in a sing-song baby voice.

"Aiden," he said and blinked his eyes.

"Aren't you precious?" she said as she squeezed his cheek.

Alex walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Okay, buddy. Let's get you changed."

Alex took Aiden from me and looked at Mom. "Mrs. Weston, do you have some place I could change Aiden's diaper?"

"Just do it on the couch. He doesn't have anything we haven't seen before."

Alex laid a blanket on the couch and put down Aiden and began unbuckling his overalls.

"Okay then," I said. "I'm gonna give you some privacy." 

"You are such a baby," Alex laughed. "Man up. Come on. Sit down."

I reluctantly sat down on the other end of the sofa and turned my head away and focused on anything but the naked baby at the other end of the sofa. Mom and Alex chatted while he changed Aiden's diaper.

"Okay, you can look now, Mase," Alex chuckled.

I looked over and Aiden had a fresh diaper on and Alex was putting his overalls back on. Mom picked up the dirty diaper and I cringed as she took it to throw it into the garbage.

Mom returned a few seconds later.

"I hope you washed your hands," I said to her.

Alex laughed and picked Aiden up and set him on my lap.

"Hold him for a second. While I go wash my hands," he said pointedly.

Mom was looking at me with a wide smile on her face.

"I always thought you'd be a good dad," she said.

"Yeah. Right," I said sarcastically.

"I'm serious, Mason."

"Well, I don't think that's going to happen."

"You never know," she said with a raised eyebrow and nodded her head towards Aiden.

I opened my mouth to respond, but Alex returned and sat down on the couch next to me.

"How old is Aiden, Alex?" Mom asked.

"I two," Aiden said and held up two fingers.

Okay, I'll admit it. It was way cute and we all chuckled.

"I didn't even know you had a son," she said.

I gave my mom a dirty look. I knew she was going to start prying. She ignored me.

"Yeah. I... Well, I got my girlfriend pregnant and we got married. We only lasted a year before we divorced. But it wasn't all bad. I got Aiden out of it. Right, buddy?"

"Right, Daddy," Aiden said.

"So, you date girls then?" Mom asked. "I thought you were... um..."

"Mom," I muttered and shook my head.

Alex smiled. "I have been known to date both women and men."

"Oh. That's fascinating. So, do you have a preference for one over the other?"

"It depends on my mood. Over the years, I kind of switched back and forth. But I'd say I'm more into guys right now."

He cut his eyes at me and I blushed and looked away.

"Okay, then," I said. "Let's change the subject."

"So you have joint custody of Aiden then?" Mom asked.

"Yeah. I normally get him every other week. But Susie's had him for the last three weeks. She was visiting her parents out of state. I get him for the next two, then we're back on our normal schedule."

We chatted for a while and then Alex asked me if I wanted to get lunch with him and Aiden. I started to say no, but Mom intervened.

"Of course he does," Mom said.

"Great," Alex said with a big grin.

He stood up and took Aiden from me. I got up and went and put on my shoes.

"Go bye bye?" Aiden asked Alex.

"Yup. We're going bye bye. You want Mason to come have hot dogs with us?"

"Yay!"

As we walked to the front door, Mom said to Alex, "If you ever need a babysitter, I would be happy to watch him."

"Thanks, Mrs. Weston. I'll keep that in mind."

"Bye, sweetie," Mom said to Aiden.

"Bye bye."

I followed Alex out to his SUV and watched as he buckled Aiden into his car seat. We got into the truck and headed out to lunch.

"Aiden likes Country Dogs," he said. "I hope that's okay with you?"

"Sure. That's fine."

When we walked into the hotdog and burger restaurant, Alex handed Aiden to me while he got a child seat. Alex and I both ordered chili dogs and fries, while Aiden had a plain hot dog with ketchup.

Alex gave Aiden a few of his fries. Aiden certainly made a mess. He had ketchup all over the place. I watched Alex take care of Aiden throughout the meal. By the time I was finished, Alex had barely touched his food.

"All gone!" Aiden said and he held up his hands.

"That's my good boy," Alex said with a grin. "Who's my big boy?"

"Aiden," Aiden said with a toothy smile.

Alex leaned in and loudly kissed one of Aiden's chubby cheeks, causing him to giggle. Alex smoothed down Aiden's wild hair as he looked at him with complete love and adoration. It was beautiful to watch.

Alex looked up at me and smiled. I blinked and felt a tear drip down my cheek. I cleared my throat and quickly wiped it away.

After lunch, Alex took me back home. He got out of the truck with me.

"Thanks for lunch," I said.

"Anytime. Can I call you?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Alex looked at me with a smug grin. He moved in and gave me a hug.

"I'll see you later then?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yeah. Bye, Alex."

I let go of him and looked into the back seat. "Bye bye, Aiden."

"Bye bye, Mason."

***

Starting that night, Alex started calling me regularly just to chat on the phone.

The next Saturday, he and Aiden came over again and the three of us went out to lunch, then we went to a kid's movie. It was actually pretty good. I was surprised that it kept Aiden's attention for an hour and a half. And he loved the popcorn almost as much as his daddy.

Mom made dinner for us again. I had the feeling that Alex didn't get many real home cooked meals. He certainly raved about Mom's cooking. Aiden seemed to be happy with it too, having cleaned his plate twice.

When the two of them left, I walked them out to the SUV.

"Thanks for spending the day with me and Aiden."

"Anytime."

Aiden was laying with his head on Alex's shoulder and was almost asleep. I reached up and gently rubbed Aiden's back.

"He's a great kid," I said.

I looked up at Alex and he was looking down at me. He suddenly leaned down and kissed me on the lips. When I didn't pull away, he pressed harder into me. I returned his kiss. It was quite erotic, opened mouth, but no tongue. I pulled back before things went too far.

"I'll call you later," he said.

"Bye, Alex."

***

After talking to Alex every night on the phone, I went out with Alex and Aiden again the next Saturday. We then spent the afternoon at the zoo. Aiden loved the monkeys and primates more than anything else. I had been to the zoo a couple of times, but it was really amazing to see it again through Aiden's perspective.

Aiden had to be at Susie's by 6:00, so after we left the zoo, we drove over to her place. Alex got Aiden out of the car seat and asked me to get his bags. I was nervous walking up to the door behind Alex. I hadn't seen Susie in a couple years.

Alex rang the doorbell and she opened the door and let us in. She glanced at me and frowned. She took Aiden from Alex and smothered him with kisses. She set him down on the floor and he waddled over to some of his toys that were on the floor. She snatched the bags from my hand and gave Alex a sharp look.

"What are you doing with him?" she asked Alex, while cutting her eyes at me.

"Mason's a friend of mine."

"I thought Dale was a friend of yours."

"He is," he grumbled as he shot her a look that said 'stay out of his business'.

"And you know how I feel about you dating in front of Aiden," she said under her breath.

"I'm gonna wait outside," I said.

"No. We're done here," Alex said firmly.

He squatted down. "Aiden. C'mere."

Aiden turned and jumped on his dad.

"Who loves you?" Alex asked.

"My Daddy."

"I gotta go bye bye, but I'll see you soon."

Aiden's big eyes pooled with tears and he started to wail as they streamed down his face.

Alex hugged Aiden tight and kissed his cheek. "Bye bye, sweetie. I love you."

Susie picked Aiden up and held him as he sobbed into her shoulder. She gave Alex a sympathetic smile. I nearly burst into tears watching it.

I followed Alex back out to the truck. He sat in the driver's seat with his eyes closed tight, but the tears still escaped.

He was so vulnerable, so sad. My heart broke for him.

I reached out and took his hand in mine and held it and gently rubbed it. I knew then that I liked Alex as far more than a friend and there wouldn't be going back after this.

He let out a deep breath and wiped his face. He looked over at me and I smiled warmly at him.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

He reached up and wiped the tears from my cheeks, then wiped his own away.

"Okay," he sniffled. "I haven't had a real meal all week. Let's go get a steak."

"That sounds good, Alex."

Alex started the car and pulled out of the driveway. He reached out and took my hand in his. We quietly held hands all the way to the restaurant.

At the restaurant, we kept our conversation light. We were both laughing and joking throughout dinner. I was very glad that I was able to take his mind off missing his son.

After dinner, he drove me home and walked me to the front door.

"It's still early. You wanna come in for a while?" I asked.

Alex followed me inside. I took off my shoes and he took off his boots and we went and joined mom in the living room.

"How was the zoo?" she asked.

"Great," Alex replied. "Aiden had a ball."

"Good. He's such a sweet boy. I hope I have a grandson just like him someday," she said wistfully as she flashed me a look.

"Oh my god," I muttered. "Subtle."

Alex laughed loudly and I gave him a dirty look and elbowed him in the side.

"Stop encouraging her," I said. I couldn't help but smile a little.

We watched TV with Mom for a while, but when her show was over, she let out an exaggerated yawn and said she was tired and heading to bed. She told us both goodnight and winked at me as she walked out of the room.

I blushed slightly and I looked over at Alex, who was trying his best to hold in a laugh. It didn't work. He bust out laughing. He was doubled over from laughing so hard.

"Ass," I muttered and I shoved his arm and started laughing with him.

"Oh, shit," he sighed. "Your mom is something else, Mase."

"Yeah. She's a riot," I said wryly.

I laid my head on the back of the couch and looked up at Alex. He put his left arm on the back of the couch and laid his head on it. His other hand moved up to my hair. He ran his hand down my hair. I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh as he twirled his fingers through the wavy locks at the nape of my neck. I felt his body shift closer to mine and his lips brushed against mine. They were warm and soft.

Alex kissed me slowly and sensually. I brought my hand up to his face and lightly stroked his beard whiskers. I liked the feeling. Dale was always clean shaven, even on the weekends. Alex's tongue gently slid across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and touched his tongue with the tip of mine. That was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he kissed me hard.

He leaned into me and his weight pushed me back down onto the couch as he moved on top of me. I moved my arms around his back and gripped his shoulders.

His arms circled me tightly. He licked and kissed along my jaw to my neck. His beard tickled my neck as he kissed and sucked, causing me to moan softly. He moved back to my mouth and kissed me breathless.

When he pulled back, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked down at me and stroked my hair and my face.

"You're so handsome, Mason," he whispered.

"Thank you, Alex," I whispered back as I looked up into his face. "God, you're such a stud."

He furrowed his brow. "I haven't been a stud for a long time."

"I think you are."

I ran my hands down his back to the soft sides of his belly. I could feel his throbbing cock pushing into my thigh. He felt so much bigger than Dale and the thought made me shudder.

"It's getting late. I should get going," he said.

"Okay," I said with a touch of disappointment in my voice.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "If I don't go now, I won't be able to control myself. And I'm not after just sex with you."

He pushed back and stood up, turning his back to me to discretely adjust his dick in his jeans.

I got up from the couch and walked him to the door. He bent down and pulled on his boots. He leaned in and gave me one more kiss. His hand massaged the back of my neck.

"Bye, Mason. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye, Alex."

I shut and locked the door after him and leaned my back against it and sighed. I felt like a love-struck teenager. I smiled to myself and pushed off the door and turned off the lights and went up to bed.

***

Over the next week, I talked to Alex every night at least once, sometimes twice a night. He also came over for dinner on Tuesday and Thursday. Wednesday, we went out to dinner. Before he left for the night, we kissed and made out until he would ultimately pull away to go home.

We didn't get together on Friday because he had poker night at Lew's.

He came over as usual on Saturday afternoon and we went to lunch. He really wanted to play golf, but I didn't want to. So, we did the mini golf again. We skipped the go karts this time, but we had a really fun time. After that, we went to a movie.

"Wow, it was nice to see an adult movie for a change," he said as we left the lobby. "Well, not an 'adult' movie, but... You know what I mean."

As we walked out of the theater towards Alex's Expedition, I heard someone call my name. Alex and I stopped and turned around. Damien was running through the parking lot to catch up to us, with Joseph walking up behind him.

"What do you want?" I asked.

Damien's eyes filled with tears. "Please talk to me. I miss you so much, Mase."

He grabbed my arm. "Please, Mase."

I shrugged his hand off me. "Knock it off. I don't have anything to say to you, Damien."

Damien was full on crying now. "You're my only friend, Mase. You have to forgive me. Please," he begged.

"I'm sorry, Damien. I'm tired of your crap. I just can't do it again. Not after what you did."

"Come on, Damien. Let's go," Joseph said, pulling at Damien's hand.

"You think you're better than me?" Damien spat as he wiped his tears away. "That's it, isn't it? Dale would have left you years ago if it wasn't for me. Even back in college, I let you have my leftovers. You'd be a 36 year old virgin if it wasn't for me. And you have the nerve to look at me like I'm some kind of whore while you're fucking your husband's best friend."




Moving On



I don't know what came over me, but I slapped Damien across the face as hard as I could.

Damien gasped and brought his hand to his face. He looked at me in horror. His eyes widened and he started to apologize. "Oh, god. I'm sorry! I didn't mean it."

He started to sob and Joseph shot me a dirty look and took Damien in his arms and escorted him away.

I turned on my heels and stormed towards Alex's SUV. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and I buried my face in my hands and cried. Alex put his arms around me and rubbed circles on my back, trying to comfort me. He gave me a tissue so that I could blow my nose and clean myself up.

"You still in the mood for dinner?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah. Thanks, Alex."

"Anytime, Mase," he said as he ran his hand over my head.

By the time we left the restaurant, it was only 8:00.

Alex cleared his throat nervously. "Do you want to go back to my place?"

I nodded. "Yes."

I was really nervous on the drive to Alex's house. Alex only lived a couple miles from Dale's house. When we passed Dale's street, I felt a pang of guilt, like I was cheating on my husband.

I looked over at Alex. He smiled at me and took my hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of it. He kept my hand in his and he rested it on his beefy thigh.

By the time we pulled into the garage, I was starting to have second thoughts.

Alex shut off the SUV and looked at me and gave me a sympathetic smile. "I'm nervous, too."

I got out of the truck and followed him into the house. I had been here a couple of times for barbecues. It was a small ranch house, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The master bedroom had its own en-suite bath and walk-in closet. The other bathroom was off the living room in the hallway between the two smaller bedrooms.

We came into the house from the garage door that led into the kitchen.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Yeah, that'd be good."

"You want water or a pop or something a little stronger? I'm gonna have a scotch."

"I'll have the same."

I followed Alex to the dining room. He opened his liquor cabinet and poured both of us a drink. He held up his glass and I clinked mine against his. I sipped my drink slowly while he downed his pretty quickly. He poured himself another and we moved to the living room and sat down.

The drink had my face feeling a little warm and I felt myself relaxing. When I finished it, I sat there quietly fiddling with the glass. Alex took the glass from me and set it on a coaster on the coffee table with his own glass.

He took my hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed the top of my knuckles.

I stared into his gray eyes. I could see the heat and desire in them. He wanted me. And I wanted him.

I moved closer to him and he leaned in closer until our mouths met. That was all that we needed. The floodgates opened. He grabbed me and pressed tight against me. His mouth attacked me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and aggressively explored every inch. He pulled my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it. Our kiss was erotic and passionate. I gripped his shoulders tightly, pulling him closer to me. He tenderly bit my lower lip and broke the kiss.

"We might be more comfortable in my bed," he said quietly.

"Yes, Alex," I nodded and let him pull me up off the couch. I followed him to the master bedroom.

He turned on the lamp on one of the nightstands and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me to him.

I put my hands on his chest and and ran them down to his belly and back up. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him. I grabbed his tank top and pulled that off and tossed it aside.

Alex's chest and stomach were covered in thick, curly black fur and I let out an involuntary moan. Alex had a large eagle and American flag tattoo on his left arm. On his right arm, he had a tattoo of a howling wolf.

Alex cleared his throat nervously. "I'm still trying to lose weight... I got a ways to go..."

"You're perfect just the way you are, Alex. I like bears."

I grinned at him and raked my fingers through his hairy chest and rubbed his soft stomach. I kissed between his pecs. The curly hair tickled my soft lips. I kissed my way up to his neck to his chin. With a groan, he took me in his arms and kissed me hard. 

I unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his jeans. With a tug, they fell to his ankles. When I ran my hand over the enormous bulge in his boxer shorts, he let out a groan and his knees buckled.

He grabbed the bottom of my polo shirt and pulled it over my head with my undershirt. He unbuckled my jeans and let them fall to the floor.

He pulled the covers down and I got into bed with him. As we kissed, I ran my hands all over his big, furry body. He was such a sharp contrast to the man I had been with for the past six years. I slipped my hand down further into the fly of his boxer shorts.

"Oh fuck, Mase," he groaned as my fingers brushed the base of his dick and began folding his balls. He had large balls in a furry sac.

"Can I see you, Alex?" I whispered in his ear.

Alex pushed down his boxer shorts and tossed them onto the floor. He then reached over and grabbed my briefs and pulled them off. I have a very average six inch cut cock. But, Alex... oh, man.

Alex had a very nice, very thick uncut cock between his legs. The skin was a little darker than the rest of his body. The foreskin was covering most of the head. The shaft lay against his belly with a slight upwards curve, pointing towards his belly button. A couple of distinct veins meandered the length of his shaft. He looked to be very close to eight inches in length. He was drooling pre-come onto his belly. It was beautiful.

Alex also clearly doesn't 'manscape' anywhere on his body. He had natural hair everywhere. It was so hot.

My hand was shaking as I reached for him. As I wrapped my hand around his hot, throbbing flesh, he let out a groan. His hand moved to my dick and we slowly stroked each other while we kissed.

Alex rolled over on top of me. His weight felt so good on me. His hands slid under me, down my back and he cupped my ass. I moaned into his mouth and shuddered underneath him.

"Alex," I moaned as he sucked hard on my neck.

I stroked at the soft hairs at the top of his shoulders. My body was trembling beneath him.

"Mason," he whispered. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby."

He ran his hands over my chest, his fingers rubbing along the fine brown hair.

"Nice and furry," he smiled.

"Not like you," I said.

He grinned at me and then his mouth moved down my body. While he kissed and licked every inch of my chest, his hands roamed all over me. His tongue swirled around my nipples. He sucked and licked them until they were so hard they hurt. His kissed his way down my stomach. My dick jumped and pulsed. It had been so long since I had been this hard. He kissed further down, pressing his lips against the base of my dick. His tongue licked its way up my shaft. Oh, god. It was too much. His mouth and hands were sending me into orbit.

"Alex, stop," I whined.

He ignored me and wrapped his lips around my dick. He slid his hot wet mouth down my length. I cried out as my body tensed and then exploded. I spurt over and over into his sucking mouth.

I felt him swallowing around my shaft and I let out a ragged moan.

He let my dick fall from his mouth and he kissed my bush, then up my stomach. I laid there like a limp noodle. He moved on top of me and kissed me. I could taste the remnants of my semen on his tongue.

"Alex..."

His arms moved around me and he rolled us over so that he was on his back. I looked down at him and kissed him. I stroked my hand over his short hair and down his beard to his chin.

I kissed his whiskered chin, working my way down his chest and stomach. His hands moved to my head. He rubbed my head as he thrust his hips up into me.

"Suck me, baby," he whispered.

I lifted Alex's dick up with my hand. It looked so big. I flicked my tongue up and down the shaft as I stroked him with my hand. I pulled the foreskin back and lathed my tongue all over the head.

"So good," he moaned.

I wrapped my lips around the swollen head and slid down until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I sucked firmly as I bobbed up and down his shaft.

"Oh fuck," Alex groaned. "Baby... don't stop... Oh, shit, Mason... suck me... suck my cock..."

I slid my hand up the shaft and swallowed the excess spit. His dick was so good, I was drooling all over the place. I plunged down his length. Up and down, faster and faster.

"Baby... I'm gonna shoot... Mason, I'm coming. Oh fuck, baby, I'm coming now!"

His dick throbbed and twitched. I felt the head swell and stiffen and then he exploded. His cock pulsed jets of thick come into my mouth. He came so much, I thought I might drown. But there was no way in hell that I was going to let any of that delicious cream go to waste. I swallowed over and over until he finally stopped. I let him slip from my mouth as he softened slightly. I used my hand to gently stroke him. I looked up at him. He eyes eyes were shut and his jaw was slack. His chest heaved up and down.

I moved to his right side and scooted up his body. I kissed the side of his neck. I chuckled as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He turned and looked at me and gave me a kiss.

"I take it you liked that?" I smiled.

"Oh, fuck... Come here," he groaned.

He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. He rolled onto his side and rubbed his nose on mine.

"It's been a really long time since anyone has made me feel that good."

He leaned in and kissed me again. He ran his hands down my body and squeezed my ass. His fingers slid into my crack and I trembled as the pad of his finger pressed against my tight entrance. My dick throbbed and dripped. Alex kissed and nipped at my neck while he rubbed his big dick all over mine.

"Make love to me, Alex," I moaned. "Please..."

Alex pulled a bottle of lube out of his nightstand and had me roll onto my stomach. He moved between my legs and spread my cheeks with his hands.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered.

When I felt his tongue swipe across my hole, my whole body shook.

"Oh god, Alex..."

Alex flicked his tongue all over my sensitive rosebud. He swirled it around and licked all over the sensitive flesh. My college boyfriend Ted had been the only one to ever do that to me. I had forgotten how good it felt. Alex went further and pushed his tongue into me. His bearded chin rubbed and scraped against my skin as he ate me out. I was going out of my mind.

"Alex, now, please... I need you inside me..."

Alex moved on top of me. His big body pinned me down to the mattress. He kissed my shoulders and my neck.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, baby," he whispered in my ear before he licked and nibbled on it.

He lifted off me and spread some of the lube into my ass crack. He pushed his slippery finger into me and I moaned and quivered. He wiggled his finger and tapped it against my prostate. I drew in a ragged breath and let out a soft whimper. He pulled out his finger and pushed two into me. I moaned and gripped the pillow and buried my face in it. I pushed my hips back against his thrusting fingers. He soon had three fingers sawing in and out of me. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Alex, please," I quietly begged.

He moved back on top of me. His slickened cock pushed at my entrance. The head popped into me and I shuddered. I turned my head to look back Alex. He kissed my cheek and my ear. He brushed my hair off my neck and kissed there.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah. I'm good," I sighed.

I squeezed his cock with my muscles and Alex groaned and quivered.

"I gotta move, baby," he moaned. "Please."

I gave my hips a little push back. "Alex, yes."

Alex pushed a few inches further into me, then slid out and pushed back in.

"Oh my fucking god," he whispered.

He pushed further into me, then repeated his pattern.

I moaned and my body shook as he tapped my prostate and slid the length of his thick cock along it.

Alex started to move, he thrust into me all the way to the root, then pulled out and shoved back in. He moved faster and harder. The weight of his big body pushed me into the mattress. My throbbing dick was wet and dripping, rubbing on his sheets. The length of his fat dick slid across my prostate with each thrust, bring me closer and closer.

He grunted in my ear. "Baby, you feel so fucking good. So hot, so tight..."

"Don't stop, Alex. Oh god, I love your big bear body on top of me. Fuck me, Alex..."

Alex pulled out of me and I moaned my disapproval. He grabbed me and turned me onto my back. He pushed my legs back and spread them apart. He was kneeling between my legs. He poured a little more lube onto his dick. He pushed forward and his dick slid easily into me.

As he rocked his hips forward and backward, I ran my hands up and down his furry body. He was staring into my eyes, looking right into my soul. It was so intense, I had to close my eyes.

Alex shifted his position and moved on top of me. My legs moved around his waist and I rested my heels on his thrusting ass. His furry belly was rubbing my dick and I whimpered and pushed back against him. Alex sucked hard on the base of my neck as he pounded his cock in and out of me.

"Alex... Oh god, yes... yes..."

I gripped his back and held him tight. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body. The scent of his underarms was strong and pungent and it hit my nose. I was going into overload.

"Can I come inside you?" he groaned huskily into my ear.

That did it.

"Alex!" I cried out and I exploded. Bursts of hot thick semen coursed through my cock and splattered between our thrusting bodies.

"Mason! Oh! Fuck!"

My ass clamped and contracted around Alex's thrusting shaft. He shoved deep into me. His body convulsed as his cock throbbed. I could feel it pulsing and firing jets of hot come deep into me. Alex's balance faltered and he fell on top of me. I grabbed at his shoulders and held him tight to my body.

We stayed like that for a long time. Until our breathing slowed and Alex softened and slipped out of me. He lifted up slightly and I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me.

"You are fucking incredible, Mason Weston. And I don't just mean sex."

"You're pretty incredible yourself, Alex Garcia."

"I knew you'd be good, but that was..."

He brushed my sweaty hair from my forehead and stared down at me. I've seen that look in his eyes before. It's how he looks at Aiden.

I wasn't ready to handle that kind of emotion yet, so I closed my eyes and pushed up and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I need to use the bathroom," I whispered.

"Sorry."

Alex pushed up with a grunt and rolled on to his back. I climbed over him and he slapped my ass as I got out of bed. I giggled and turned around and pinched his arm. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down and kissed me. He stroked the back of my hair.

There was that look again.

I smiled at him and turned and hurried into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and leaned back against it and closed my eyes.

There was no denying it. Alex was in love with me.

And I was in love with him, too.

No.

I don't love him.

We're just friends. Friends that have sex. That's all.

I pushed off the door and took care of my business. I washed my hands and splashed my face with water.

"Mason? You okay?" Alex asked as he knocked on the door.

"I'm fine."

I opened the door and he smiled and walked in. He stood in front of the toilet and let loose.

"You wanna warm up the shower?" he asked, raising his voice so I could hear him over his torrential stream.

A hot shower really sounded nice. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Alex joined me and immediately took me into his arms.

I laid my head on his soft furry chest and let out a soft sigh. It felt good to be in his arms.

After a slow, erotic washing, we got out of the shower and dried off. Alex pulled a fluffy white bathrobe from the hook on the door and put it on. I followed him to his closet and he pulled out another robe for me. It was baby blue, a little tattered, and way too big.

Alex looked at me and chuckled. "You look like a kid playing dress up in his Daddy's clothes."

He leaned in and gave me a kiss. He took my hand and led me to the kitchen. He told me to sit down at the bar while he popped a bag of microwave popcorn. He dumped it into a bowl and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. We sat down at the breakfast bar and quietly ate our snack.

"I have to pick up Aiden tomorrow evening. I have him next week."

"Okay."

"Maybe you'd like to come over for dinner on Tuesday? Or we could go out, if you want."

"Sure, Alex."

After we finished our snack, Alex leaned in and kissed me.

"Spend the night with me?"

I nodded and followed him back to his bedroom. He took off his robe and laid it across a chair and I did the same. I got into bed with him and he pulled me to him and so that my back was up against his chest.

"Good night, baby."

"Night, Alex."

I looked back at him and he leaned down and kissed me. He tightened his arms around me possessively. I felt like I should move away, but it felt so good to be held. His body surrounded me with warmth. I felt safe and loved.

"Your hair tickles," I whispered with a little giggle.

Alex's arms pulled me even closer and he kissed the back of my head. Alex began to softly snore against the back of my head. I closed my eyes as the sound lulled me to sleep.

***

I woke the next morning alone in Alex's bed. I sat up and stretched. I felt his side of the bed. It was still a little warm, so he hadn't been gone too long. I got up and went to the bathroom. I pulled on Alex's blue robe and made my way downstairs. I could smell food cooking and it made my stomach growl.

I stepped into the kitchen. Alex was standing at the stove in his bathrobe. He looked back at smiled at me.

"Mornin', baby."

"Good morning. What's all this?"

I put my arms around him and stood on my tip-toes and peeked over his shoulder. He had a griddle plate on top of his stove and was making pancakes and frying bacon.

"Wow," I said. "I'm impressed."

"It's almost ready. There's coffee right here, or there's OJ in the fridge if you prefer."

I poured a mug of coffee and leaned back against the counter next to the stove and watched him cook.

Alex fixed our plates and set them down on the breakfast bar. As I moved next to him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately.

"I was thinking that we should do something fun today, baby."

"Yeah? Like what?" I asked as I took a bite of crispy bacon. "Mmm. Good."

"I haven't played a round of golf in weeks."

I frowned. "I don't like golf."

"Okay. How 'bout fishing."

I crinkled my nose and shook my head.

"Okay. Golf it is," he said.

He raised his eyebrows at me and stuffed his mouth full of pancakes.

I sighed. "Okay. But I warn you, I'm really bad at it. I haven't played in like fifteen years."

"I don't care. As long as I'm spending the day with you, that's really all that matters."

I looked at him and rolled my eyes and he started to laugh. He grabbed my head and kissed my temple.

"But seriously, I'm very happy you're here," he said into my ear.

I looked at him and he kissed me slowly and sensually. His tongue flicked into my mouth and I licked at it with my own tongue.

After we cleaned up the breakfast mess, we got dressed. Alex put on a dark green Polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. He pulled an ivy cap on top of his head.

"Ready?" he asked.

"You look really cute," I said.

"Why, thank you" he said with a grin as he straightened up and smoothed down his shirt, causing me to laugh out loud at him.




Moving On



Alex drove me back to my Mom's house and I got changed into a fresh change of clothes. I put on a Polo shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, but I didn't have a cute hat to wear. I left Mom a note telling her that I was with Alex and I would be home that evening.

I was glad that the golf course wasn't terribly busy. I knew that I would be holding us up. Alex let me use his old clubs while he carried his new set. At the first hole, I watched him swing and hit the ball a nice distance towards the green. I looked at the clubs and looked up at him.

"Which one do I use?" I asked.

He chuckled and pulled one out for me.

"Here. Hold it like this."

He demonstrated how to swing and hit the ball. I took the club and mimicked him.

"No, no."

He moved behind me and put his arms around me.

"Like this," he said.

He guided my hands on the club in a slow swing. All I could concentrate on was the feeling of his big warm body against mine and the smell of his cologne.

"Are you paying attention?" he chuckled.

"Oh. Yeah. Show me again."

He did another demonstration and then had me try it alone. He had me swing slow, then normally. Then I tried it with the ball. After completely missing it the first time, I connected the second time and it flew through the air, but not very far.

"Okay, that wasn't too bad," he said. "You just need to use more strength next time."

On my second shot I clipped the ball and it skipped and dribbled about a yard in front of me. I looked over at him and he had his lips pressed together trying not to smile.

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked.

He shook his head frantically. I continued to stare at him and he finally cracked and bust out laughing.

"I told you I suck," I laughed.

"You just need practice."

He sunk his ball in four strokes, but we stopped counting mine. On the second hole, we stopped to let a couple of groups play ahead of us. I couldn't help but notice them giving us dirty looks.

"I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you," I said quietly.

"You're not embarrassing me. Those old farts take this shit too seriously. I'm out here to have fun with my boyfriend. I don't give a rats ass what they think."

He just called me his boyfriend. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Part of me said to nip it in the bud, but the other part of me soared.

Once the two groups passed, we teed up and I watched Alex hit his ball almost all the way to the hole.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"You can do it, Mase. Just do it like I told you."

"I think I need you to show me again," I said with a wicked smile.

Alex licked his lips. His eyes smoldered as he looked at me. He moved behind me and put his arms around me. I could feel his cock hardening in his shorts as he pressed his body up against me.

"Is this the right club?" I asked.

"Yeah. But I got another one right here if you want that instead," he whispered huskily into my ear as he grinded his hips into my ass.

"Feels like an eight wood," I said.

Alex laughed loudly. "They don't make-- Never mind," he laughed.

We were both laughing and giggling while he tried to guide my practice swing.

"Okay, okay. Get serious," he said.

He nibbled on my neck and I burst out laughing, which caused him to start laughing again.

"See, you're having fun, aren't you?" he said.

"Yeah, I am. But that's only because I'm with you," I said.

"You are really bad liar, you know that, baby?" he laughed.

I was trying to calm my laughter when I looked up and saw a man running towards us. It took me a second to register what was going on. By that time it was too late.

Dale launched himself at Alex and knocked us both to the ground.

"You motherfucker!" Dale screamed.

I rolled over and pushed myself up to my feet as Dale and Alex rolled on the ground pounding their fists into each other. Rick and Lew suddenly appeared and pulled Dale off Alex.

Dale pulled away from them and decked Alex again. Alex punched him back, connecting with his jaw.

"Stop it!" I shouted.

Rick and Lew grabbed Dale while I grabbed Alex and pulled him away.

"You fucking cocksucker! I'll kill you!" Dale shouted at Alex.

I moved in front of Alex and held him back.

"Mason's mine now!" Alex shouted. "You don't deserve him, you selfish prick!"

"You trying to get back at me?" Dale asked me. "Huh? I fucked one of your friends and now you fuck one of mine? You're a fucking whore!"

Alex lunged for Dale and his fist made contact with Dale's face. I tried to push Alex back, but I was caught in the middle of them. Dale's fist was aiming for Alex, but it connected with the side of my head.

"Mason!" Alex shouted as I slumped to the ground.

When my eyes fluttered open, I realized I was laying flat on my back on the grass. Alex was kneeling next to me while Dale, Lew and Rick looked down at me.

"You okay, Mase?" Alex asked.

"My head hurts," I moaned.

I looked up at Alex's bruised face. He was worried about me. I smiled at him and then I saw that look again. I tried to sit up and Alex helped me to my feet.

I looked over at Dale. His face was beet red and bruised all to hell. I could tell that he was seriously pissed off, but at least he wasn't trying to hit anyone.

"I'm sorry I hit you," Dale said. "It was an accident."

"I know," I said as I rubbed the area next to my left eye.

"So. It's over then. We're over."

"Yeah, Dale. We're over."

Dale narrowed his eyes and looked at Alex. "We're over, too."

Dale spit a wad of blood onto the ground and wiped his mouth. He looked at me like I was worth less than a piece of shit. I felt my eyes starting to well up and I averted my gaze from him. He turned and walked away. Lew and Rick looked at Alex and me with disgust and then followed Dale.

I took a deep breath and started to cry. Alex moved and put his arms around me, but I pushed him away.

"Stop it," I said.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"Stop! I can't do this. I can't... Between baby mamas and Damien and Dale and... It's too much. I can't."

"What are you saying, Mason?"

"This was a huge mistake, Alex. I can't see you anymore."

"But, Mason, I love you."

Alex reached for me.

"I don't love you, Alex."

Alex's face fell and his eyes became shiny with unshed tears. He looked at me with such pain. My heart ripped into two and I choked back a sob and I ran as fast as I could to the clubhouse.

***

When the cab stopped in front of Mom's house, I paid him and got out and walked inside.

"Mason?"

Mom came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel.

"Isn't Alex staying for Sunday dinner?" she asked.

"No, Mom."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

She walked up to me and touched my eye. "What happened to your face?"

"We saw Dale at the golf course."

"Dale hit you?" she gasped. "I knew he was a jerk, but I didn't think he'd get physical with you."

"No, not on purpose. He was trying to hit Alex and I got in the way. They got into a huge fight. It was awful."

She took my hand and I followed her to the living room and sat down on the couch with her.

"Alex just dropped you off and left?"

"I took a cab home. I left Alex there at the golf course. I told him I couldn't see him anymore."

"But why, Mason? I thought you two were becoming close?"

"He loves me. But I don't deserve it. I don't deserve him."

Mom pulled me to her shoulder and held me in her arms and I burst into tears.

"Why would you say such a thing?" she asked.

"Because," I cried.

My cell phone started to ring and I pulled it out of my pocket. The screen showed 'Alex Garcia' with a picture of his happy, smiling face. I tapped ignore to send it to voice mail and cried harder. Mom pulled my head down to her lap and she slowly stroked my hair and my arm.

Mom sighed and quietly spoke. "When your dad and I split up, I wondered for so long what I did wrong. What I could have done differently or done better. I wondered what it was about me that was so awful that he would cheat on me left and right, then abandon me. Abandon his baby boy."

"You didn't do anything wrong," I sniffled. "You're the best mom ever."

"I know that now. Just like I know that you didn't do anything wrong. You can't beat yourself up. Dale's cheating is his problem, not yours."

"I guess so."

"I know so. You said Alex loves you. Do you love him?"

"Yes. I love him."

"So you've been given a second chance at love. Why would you throw that away?"

"I was so hurtful to him. I told him that I didn't love him."

"Maybe you should call him and tell him you're sorry."

I sat up and nodded and picked up my phone. I listened to the voice mail message from Alex: 'Mason, it's me. Baby, I know you're upset. But I'm not gonna give you up without a fight.'

My hand hovered over the 'Call Back' button. I couldn't press it.

When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"I wonder who that could be?" Mom asked as she pushed me up to my feet.

I wiped my face with my hands as I walked to the door. I opened it to see Alex standing on my porch holding Aiden. Alex looked absolutely pitiful. His eyes were red and puffy and his face was bruised.

"Aiden wanted to see you," he said. His voice was rough and scratchy. "You're not gonna turn him away, are you?"

Alex held up Aiden under the armpits and pushed him towards me. Aiden looked at me with his big doe eyes. "Mason," he said. "Daddy sad."

I looked at Alex and started to laugh and Alex's worried face softened.

"You fight dirty," I said.

I took Aiden from Mason and hugged him to my chest and kissed his chubby cheek. I stepped aside so that Alex could come inside.

Mom walked up with a bag of frozen peas. "Here," she said as she gave the bag to Alex.

"Thanks, but I like them better cooked."

"You," she chuckled and patted his arm.

Alex pressed the peas against his bruised cheek and smiled at Mom.

She took Aiden from me. "Let's leave these two chuckle heads to talk," she told him. "I think Grandma Mary's got some of Mason's old toys in the basement. Let's go see what we can find," she said as she walked away with him.

"Grandma Mary?" Alex asked with a raised brow.

I shrugged and shook my head.

"Do you want to go upstairs and talk?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Alex followed me upstairs to my bedroom. I shut the door and sat down on the bed. He moved and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"It's okay, Mason."

"No. It's just that... Since I found out that Dale has been cheating on me, I've been really messed up. Looking back, I realized how I had been oblivious to all of the signs that he was unhappy with me. With us. I laid awake at nights wondering what was so horrible about me, what I did wrong. The more time I spent with you, I began to have feelings for you. I could see that you felt something for me, but I didn't understand how you could love me."

Alex dropped the bag of peas on the bed.

"Dale is a fucking idiot," he said. "He threw away something precious. I'm not giving it back."

"I lied to you today. When I said I didn't love you. I do love you, Alex."

"I love you, Mason."

Alex brought his hand to my face and leaned in and kissed me.

"Don't ever lie to me again, baby," he whispered as he softly nipped my neck with his teeth.

"Never, Alex," I breathed.

We scooted properly onto my bed as we kissed. I pushed Alex onto his back and straddled his hips. I pushed my hands under his polo shirt and untucked his tank top from his shorts. I ran my hands under his shirts and over his soft and furry body.

He looked up at me and I saw the look in his eyes again.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, Alex. I need you."

I rolled over onto my back and undid my shorts and pushed them off while Alex did the same. I grabbed my lube from the nightstand and moved back onto Alex's lap. I opened the lube and poured a generous amount onto my fingers. I reached behind me to my ass and spread the lube around and inside my hole. I poured lube all up and down Alex's cock. I ran my hand up and down and twisted it around. I held it up by the base and slowly lowered myself onto him.

"Oh, god, your dick is big," I moaned. "Biggest I ever had..."

I slowly rode up and down on his cock. Alex grabbed my waist and gripped me tight as I slowly rode him. He finally grabbed me and shoved hard up into me.

"Fuck, baby... Let me get on top."

Alex rolled me onto my back and pushed into me. I locked my legs around his waist and clawed at his back. Alex pounded my ass hard and fast.

We struggled to be quiet, but the bed bounced against the wall and the mattress strained underneath us. High-pitched whimpers spilled from my throat as Alex's cock poked and ribbed across my prostate.

"I'm coming, Alex," I moaned quietly.

"Baby... I'm gonna come. Oh fuck, I'm gonna come..."

I pushed my face into Alex's neck. My body contracted and then released. A flood of come shot out of me, surging between our grinding bodies.

I clamped my ass down on Alex's cock. He let out a loud groan as he unloaded his hot seed deep inside my ass.

I looked up at Alex. He looked down at me. There was the look again in his beautiful gray eyes. My eyes welled up with tears.

"I love you, Alex."

"I love you, baby."

We laid together for a while. Alex eventually softened enough that he slipped out of me.

"We'd better get downstairs," he said as he started to pull away from me.

"I wanna stay here, just like this. Forever. I love the way you feel on top of me."

I stoked my hands down Alex's big back. I ran my hands up his sides and brought them to his face. I pushed up and kissed him. I stroked his beard and Alex closed his eyes and sighed.

Alex finally pulled away from me and pulled me up to my feet. A rush of his semen ran down my leg.

"I need to use the bathroom," I whispered.

Alex followed me to the bathroom and we both cleaned up. We walked down the stairs and found Mom and Aiden in the living room sitting on the sofa together. Mom and Aiden were playing with some stuffed animals and he was giggling up a storm.

Mom looked up at us and smiled. "I take it from the sounds of things, you two worked things out?"

"Yes," I answered, my cheeks turning bright red.

Alex took my hand in his. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now, I need to get back to dinner. You and Aiden are staying?"

"Yes, ma'am. We're staying."

Alex picked up Aiden and kissed his forehead. Mom gave Alex a hug and kissed his cheek, then did the same to me.

I put my arm around Alex and we moved in and kissed each other.

***

I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the cake when the doorbell rang.

"Daddy! Papa Mason! Gramma's here!" Aiden cried out as he ran through the house.

I grinned widely. I still get emotional when Aiden calls me 'Papa Mason.' The first time he did it was when Alex told him to call me that as a joke, but it ended up sticking with the little boy.

I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and hurried to the front door. Aiden was trying to open the door and I helped him out.

I opened the door to find Mom standing on the porch with two giant bags filled with presents.

"Hi, Mom," I said.

"Gramma!"

I took the bags from her and she bent down and gave Aiden hugs and kisses.

"Hi, sweetie," she told him.

"Mom, you're gonna get me in trouble again with Alex. This is way too much stuff."

"It's his birthday, Mason. Don't be a party pooper."

Alex came in from the garage and hugged Mom.

"Hi, Mom," he said as he kissed her cheek. "You are spoiling this boy rotten."

"That's what grandmothers do."

It's hard to believe that it's been almost a year since Alex and I got together. It wasn't long after we started dating that I moved into his house. It was around then that Mom insisted Alex call her 'Mom', something she never did with Dale.

Alex's ex-wife Susie seemed to be okay with our relationship. We still had Aiden every other week and he adjusted quite well to our new living arrangement.

Dale and his friends never spoke to either of us again. Occasionally we'd see them around town, but they would pretend like they didn't see us or that they didn't know us. Alex told me that he heard that Dale had begun dating someone. I hope they are happy together.

I never saw Damien again. The last I heard, he and Joseph had broken up and Damien was now living with some other guy. I'm not really mad at him anymore and I really do hope that he is happy. In a way, he did me a favor. I'm much happier now with Alex than I ever was with Dale. My life is much more fulfilling and rewarding.

So Aiden would be spending his actual birthday at his mom's, but I thought that we should have a little party for him. I made the birthday cake. Aiden didn't care about the cake flavor as long as it had lots of chocolate fudge icing, and that's what I did for him.

Alex grilled burgers and hot dogs for lunch. After we ate lunch, we sang 'Happy Birthday' and had cake and then opened presents. Aiden made out like a bandit. The highlight was the new bike he got from me and Alex. He also went crazy for the Detroit Lions football jersey and helmet that Mom bought him.

Alex helped Aiden put on the jersey and helmet. Aiden grabbed his football and shouted 'hut' and tackled Alex. That kid was going to be a big bruiser just like his dad.

I looked between Aiden and Alex and Mom. This was my family. My life was perfect.

We were all laughing watching Alex and Aiden play when the doorbell rang. Aiden pulled off his helmet and ran to the door.

"You expecting someone?" I asked Alex as I got up from the couch.

Alex shook his head and pushed himself up off the floor.

I opened the door to find a man in a suit standing on the porch. I pulled Aiden next to me and he held onto my leg and looked up at the stranger.

"Mason Weston?" he asked.

"Yes. That's me."

He handed me a manilla envelope.

"Have a nice day," he said and turned around and walked back to his car.

"Bye!" Aiden called out after him.

"What's that?" Alex asked as I shut the door.

"I dunno," I shrugged.

I opened the envelope to find a stack of legal papers. I scanned them over and then handed them to Alex.

"Dale has filed for divorce," I said.

Alex muttered, "It's about damned time."

"Ooh, Daddy said a bad word," Aiden whispered.

Alex looked down at Aiden and apologized. "Sorry, bud," he said as he ruffled his hair.

I moved behind Alex and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as he quickly read over the papers. When he finished, he pulled me around to face him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm great."

"You gonna sign it?"

"As soon as we can get to a notary."

Alex grinned. "Who wants to go for a ride?" he chuckled.

"Me!" shouted Aiden as he raised his hand.

We all got in the car with Aiden's football gear and drove to the park, making a pit stop to get my papers taken care of.

Mom sat on a picnic table and watched the three of us play football.

I made sure not to run fast so that Aiden could catch me and he grabbed my leg and I tripped to the ground. He threw himself on top of my chest and 'tackled' me.

"I got you again, Papa!" he grinned with pride.

"Ow!" I laughed. "You sure did."

Alex helped me up off the ground and he smiled at me. "You're getting your ass whooped by a three year old," he chuckled into my ear.

"Oh yeah? Watch this."

Aiden threw the ball to me and I ran towards the designated touchdown line.

"Get him, Daddy!"

I looked back to see Alex hurl himself at me. I landed on the ground with a thud with Alex on top of me. Alex lifted up and I rolled over onto my back and groaned.

Alex leaned back down on top of me and grinned. "I got you. 'Papa'."

"OOF!" Alex grunted as Aiden jumped onto his back. I grunted as Alex's weight pushed me into the ground.




Moving On



Chapter 1: The Young Entrepreneurs

The divorce was easy enough, we didn't have kids and our possessions were limited. The most difficult part was remaining in the same small college town, teaching at the same small college, having common friends and having to deal with one another regularly on campus. Being fresh out of graduate school, the tensions of being assistant professors, writing our requisite books and articles took their toll. Before it became too late, we decided divorce was the best answer. Though there was no deep animosity, the awkwardness was enough to make me want to move away and start anew.

I was lucky enough to get an offer from a big university out west, moving away from New England. It was a big party school, a very different "learning" environment than the liberal arts college I was teaching in, but the move offered an administrative position with new research opportunities, with a hefty increase in salary. More strategically it provided the necessary escape I was seeking.

Over the internet I was able to locate a rental property, not knowing anything about the city. As it turns out, I lucked out, more than I could ever have imagined! The neighborhood was single-family homes, middle to upper-middle class professionals.

The house was one of the smaller ones in the neighborhood, but it had a pool, a necessary item in the summer heat. I moved in early summer, wanting to escape the small town and the constant presence of my ex. As my possessions were limited to cartons of books, my desk, and a futon, I rented a small trailer, attached it to the back of my car and drove across country. I arranged to meet with my new landlord at the house the day I arrived. It was a mere 100 degrees when I drove into the driveway, and it was only the beginning of summer.

I was greeted by a very welcome site when I rang the doorbell. My landlord was there with her boyfriend and she was sexy as anything, though stuck-up and a bit ditzy. I couldn't say she was beautiful, she was attractive, but her body was one of those that we'd jokingly say was built for sex. She was wearing tight half-pants that accentuated an amazing ass, with a loose open blouse flowing over a tight halter top that did nothing to hide her humongous tits. I mean humongous. I was guessing a 40 or 42 ddd. It was a difficult task not to stare and I was busted a few times by her, who didn't seem to mind, just giving me a smile. I was also caught by her boyfriend who also just smirked at me, even raising his eyebrows, knowing that a guy couldn't help himself.

After showing me the intricacies of the house including how to take care of the pool, though there was a pool cleaner that came once a week, they left. I did manage to unload the futon, some sheets, and clothes that first day, spending the rest of the afternoon sleeping and cooling off in the pool. The next morning I unloaded the rest of my stuff and lounged around in the afternoon, staying inside and enjoying the a/c. Having just moved in the last thing I expected on a hot Saturday afternoon was the doorbell to ring.

I was still a little sweaty from unpacking boxes of books; wearing just shorts I wasn't sure I should answer the door or not. Given I had some music blaring whoever was out there knew I was home. Being in my late 30s, I worked hard at not letting my metabolism get the better of me. I worked out regularly and loved to cycle, though I certainly was not muscular, I remained on the thin side and my legs showed proof of my regular cycling.

I grabbed a tee shirt on my way to the door and was slipping it over my head as I opened it, nearly gawking at the sight in front of me. A young teen girl stood there wearing very short shorts and a tube top, barely covering her abundantly ample breasts. She was also sweating and had a large plastic storage container by her side. She had shoulder length dusty brown hair, a bit frizzy, and a pierced belly button along with a pierced nose.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her and fortunately she didn't wait for me to say anything, jumping right in explaining something about raising money, being a Young Entrepreneur, and winning a prize. It all sort of floated by me as I regained my composure, though hardly able to take my eyes off her breasts.

Given I was standing there with the door open, letting all the heat in, or more importantly, letting all the cool a/c air out, and that she was obviously hot and sweaty, I did have the wherewithal to invite her in, though she hardly needed my prompting as she was already picking up her container and slipping past me. I did hear enough that her name was Jessie and that she was a senior at the local high school. Offering her a glass of cold ice water Jessie went into rapid fire with her spiel about an entrepreneurial competition to sell different items and whoever were the top three sellers would win a prize of a free trip to Disneyland. She also started going into a story of her poor family and never having the opportunity to travel, obviously as a marketing tool to gain a potential buyer's sympathy. I didn't need anything more than the view of her cleavage, particularly as she leaned down to open her container, staying there to add effect, no doubt an intentionally chosen marketing tool as well.

Inside the container were a collection of cheap things, all available at the Dollar Store, though she was selling them for $6 each. I gawked at the price, prompting her to enter into a spiel about it being like a donation, fund raising for a good cause. I didn't want to know who would be making the profit, as I'm sure it wasn't her.

I kneeled down in front of the container to get a better look at the candles, dishwashing scrubs, air fresheners and other assorted junk, but more to get a better view of her breasts. She knew I was enjoying the view, leaning down a little further to show off her enticing cleavage even more. "Are you tempted?" she asked.

"Oh, most certainly. It is hard to pass up such an opportunity to get a closer look," I replied, peeling my eyes away from her breasts to look into her eyes.

She was laughing, knowing that she was about to make a sell, seemingly not minding the obvious innuendo.

"So, tell me, how has business been? Are you making many sells?"

"Not nearly as much as I need to, it's been a lil slow."

"I'm curious, if a guy opens the door, what has been your percentage of sells?"

Jessie cracked up laughing, as I exposed one of her selling techniques. "I hate to say it but 100%!"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Not surprising! We are such easy creatures to manipulate, aren't we?"

"No comment!"

She was still laughing, making her tits bounce, adding to my enticement and to my boldness.

"Yeah, well, with a view like that, who can resist? It doesn't bother you having such older guys staring at your breasts?

"Not at all, I kind of like it," she replied, blushing, but still laughing.

"They do look very enticing. Your boyfriend is one very lucky dude!"

"Ha, if he only knew. He doesn't appreciate my breasts at all, he's always too busy trying to get elsewhere!"

"Now that is criminal! Boys have no sense of the real value of a beautiful woman's body."

"Yeah, well, they do like to look, and try to touch, but when it comes right down to doing something, they seem to only want one thing, well three things." 

"Three? What three things?"

Now, for the first time since I opened the door five minutes earlier, Jessie was quiet, blushing deeply, and chuckling to yourself.

"Come on, now you've piqued my curiosity. You can't leave me hanging?"

"Oh god, I can't believe this. Why am I always opening my big mouth? OK, all they want are blow jobs, to try and have sex, and finally, to cum, usually on my tits. ... There, how is that?"

"Wow! Well, at least they make some use of your beautiful breasts!" That got a small laugh out of her. "Try to have sex? Does that mean you're a virgin?"

"Well, yes, I'm saving myself..."

"But you do have oral sex?"

"Well ... it isn't quite the same thing, yes, I do; it's ... well ... I gotta do something!"

"There is no crime in that. It is cool that you are saving yourself. Good luck fending off all those guys!"

"So far I'm succeeding, but it is getting more and more difficult, I mean it isn't just them that want sex ..."

"So you enjoy giving blow jobs? Which do you prefer swallowing or having them cum on you?"

"Whooooo now. Where is this conversation going? What would you like to buy? Looks like you just moved in, perhaps you'd like this scrub brush, or would you prefer a set of candles?"

"Oh, I know what I'd prefer, but it doesn't look like it is on offer." I knew I was pushing it, but given her good nature, I just couldn't stop myself.

"Yeah, don't you wish."

"I do indeed! I'll tell you what, let's make a deal. How does that sound?"

Jessie looked at me with a face, eyes skewed, but also with a slight smile. At least she wasn't grabbing her box and running for the door.

It had been months since I even flirted with a woman and had done anything remotely sexual besides masturbate. I was horny, she was beautiful, and very flirtatious. Though seemingly embarrassed she didn't seem to mind the direction of the conversation. I have never been one to be quite so bold, but I found myself unable to stop, her jiggling breasts enticing me along.

"Are you interested?" I asked. She looked at me, her eyes still a little crunched, no doubt well aware what was coming.

"I'll tell you what I'll do to help you on your little adventure. I'll buy ten of your items ... how does that sound?"

"Yeah, and?"

Staring right into her eyes, which were sparkling with anticipation, not anger, she definitely seemed intrigued by the offer. Though I'm not sure if what intrigued here was her desire to make ten sells or about the "and" part.

"And ... you remove your tube top and show me your big beautiful breasts."

Jessie just laughed. She must have been expecting something more like a request for a blow job or something.

"My breasts for ten sales? Deal!" She stood up and with great confidence and ease, pulled her tube top up off her breasts and over her head. "Tada! Are you still impressed?"

"Wow! You are beautiful. Very beautiful, very sexy! I can't imagine any guy passing up on an opportunity to suck on those." 

"Yeah, when was the last time you saw some 18 year olds' tits?"

"Since I was 18! Well, maybe when I was 20, I dated a freshman girl who was 18. But her breasts don't even come close to comparing to yours. Truly magnificent!"

"So tell me now what you've got to sell."

"Naked like this? You want me to stay topless?"

"Sure, it might help you sell even more!"

Jessie started to laugh again, shaking her head, as she kneeled back down behind her container. She pulled out each of the different types of items, showing them off, teasingly in front of her breasts. She was getting into be being half naked, removing one of the long candlesticks from its box and sliding it between her luscious tits, licking her lips as she teased me.

"I definitely will buy that!"

"I thought so!" Jessie laughed.

"You seem to be enjoying this."

She sexily bit her lower lip. "I am ... I must admit, I've never quite done anything like this, most guys don't have the patience. It's ... actually, a bit of a turn on, me being naked like this."

"It is definitely a turn on for me! So if I were to buy five more, what might I get?"

"Don't push your luck! By the way, I don't even know your name."

"James."

"OK James, what's the deal this time? I hope there is something in it for me!"

Jessie gave a big grin and reached up and grabbed both her tits rubbing them sensually in front of me.

I couldn't resist her any longer and leaned across the container, holding her check with one hand I kissed her. She closed her eyes in expectation and welcomed my kiss, opening her mouth for my tongue. 

"James," she whispered, "please, I don't know what I'm doing, I've never done anything like this, but I want it, but please, I'm a virgin; please don't do anything."

"Jessie, I promise I won't do anything you don't want, you can trust me."

"It isn't you I don't trust, it is me!"

With that she leaned in and kissed me. I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me as I lay down onto the carpet floor.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered into her ear, "it is OK Jessie, nothing will happen. I won't take advantage of you."

She then reached around me, hugging me, I could feel her big, soft breasts press against my chest. Pulling back up, she teasingly batted her eyes, "so, you want a blow job?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

With that, she rolled off to the side of me and gently started to rub my hard cock through my shorts. I managed to sit up and pull my tee shirt off as Jessie started to undo my shorts. I laid back down, lifting my hips to allow Jessie to pull my shorts and boxers down, freeing my throbbing hard cock. 

She laughed with pleasure seeing my cock bounce free, immediately grabbing it with her small hand, gently jerking me off.

With a glimmer in her eyes and laughter in her voice, Jessie asked "How many are you going to buy?"

"Oh please! You are evil."

"Come on, how much is it worth to you? I can just get up and go now if you prefer?"

"That is blackmail! Please, oh god..."

Jessie teasingly licked her lips then puckered them, getting ready to kiss the head of my twitching cock. "How much?" she asked, laughing.

"Five more ... as we agreed ..." I barely managed to get out.

"Only five?" she asked as she licked my shaft from bottom to top.

"Oh god, please Jessie. Let's see ..."

Apparently she had enough teasing herself, as she engulfed the head of my cock into her wet mouth. What a beautiful sight, seeing my cock slide between her tiny lips. Being a professor, it was a sight I fantasized often about, having a young coed sucking my cock, but one I never thought I'd have the opportunity of realizing.

Jessie was obviously comfortable enough with a cock in her mouth, I'm sure she had plenty of practice. She cupped and massaged my balls as she bobbed her head up and down my cock. The feel of her wet mouth, the sight of her lips around my cock, and her big tits jiggling about as she sucked me off was more than I could take. I didn't last long! 

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, as I felt my impending orgasm, I quickly stood up in front of Jessie, while she expectantly held her breasts up for me to shoot my cum over. I jerked myself off, the first shot of cum shooting straight onto Jessie's face; the second I aimed lowered and shot over her breasts. I continued jerking my cock, emptying it of any cum, rubbing it against her tits.

Panting heavily, and ready to collapse, I took a few steps back and fell back onto the couch. Jessie was a sight to see, her face and tits glistening with my cum. She seemed quite pleased with the results, rubbing my cum into her tits and licking the cum from around her lips. I beckoned her over and she sat on my lap and we started to kiss as I fondled her sticky breasts. I could taste my cum on her lips, I licked some off her cheek then fed it to her from my tongue, which she devoured.

"Wow, that was hot. No guy I've ever known would think about tasting their own cum. They won't even kiss after I give them a blowjob."

I just kissed her again, then moved down to her luscious breasts, licking my cum off her tits. I sat her back onto the couch and knelt in front of her, continuing to suck on her tits. Jessie was panting heavier and heavier, slightly gyrating her hips up and down. I slid one hand down and squeezed it over her pussy, still tightly encased in her shorts. She instinctively squeezed tightly; I could feel the warmth radiating out.

I started to undo her shorts when she grabbed my hands. "Please don't, oh god, please."

Looking up into her eyes, I reassured her, "Jessie, I won't fuck you, I won't do anything you don't want, I just want to taste you, I want to make you cum too."

"Oh god yes, I need to cum, I'm so horny."

I continued undoing her shorts and she lifted her hips up off the couch as I slipped her shorts and panties off. I spread her legs wide and started kissing my way up her inner thighs. Her beautiful, bald, tight looking pussy was dripping wet. I gently kissed around her pussy, teasing her as she grabbed my head, rubbing her fingers through my hair; pushing my mouth down into her waiting pussy.

All I could hear was her moaning and gasping as I licked and sucked with wild abandon. I wanted to finger her too, but afraid of inserting anything I teased her clit as I tongue fucked her. Within moments her body tightened up, her legs squeezed around my head and she started to shake as her orgasm hit her, juices flowing from her pussy, soaking my face.

Jessie collapsed back into the couch, her muscles completely relaxed, but her hands still rubbing through my hair. I leaned up and started to kiss her, giving her the opportunity to lick her juices off of my face.

"Wow, that was amazing Jessie. You are one very beautiful and sexy lover. I could stay her all day licking you, you taste so sweet."

"You are so sweet. Maybe another day," she said with a beautiful big smile.

"Now that would be amazing. You are welcome to stop by anytime."

After a few minutes of cuddling and joking about, we realized that already a half-hour had passed since Jessie first rung my doorbell. She went into the bathroom to wash up and re-dress, while I went and fetched my wallet, putting my shorts on first. I paid her the $90 for my fifteen items. That was the best $90 I certainly had ever spent!

Jessie bounced out the door and across the yard towards my next door neighbors, ready to continue her door-to-door selling. She was certainly a determined young woman.

Needless to say I spent the remainder of the day on cloud nine, my cock hard most of the time reliving my erotic escapade.

The next day, Sunday, I continued with my unpacking as well as making a run to Ikea in the morning to purchase a little more furniture. In the afternoon I sat around trying to figure out how to put together my new dining room table and bookshelves. Once again I found myself in just my shorts when the doorbell rang again.

It startled me, and then I found my cock starting to twitch thinking the only person who would be stopping by now would be Jessie. I felt a little awkward by that realization, not wanting to get into a relationship with her, I was more than 20 years older than her after all, but my cock gave away my true desires.

I was tempted to open the door with just my shorts on, with the obvious tent showing, but decided just in case it wasn't Jessie, I better put on a tee shirt. Fortunately I did, as when I answered the door, it wasn't Jessie. Rather, there stood another very young teenager, wearing similar tight shorts as Jessie had yesterday, but with a tight tee shirt, low cut, showing some very enticing cleavage, but not nearly as revealing as Jessie's tube top. Strangely enough, she also had the exact same container Jessie was carrying the day before.

And, just like Jessie had done yesterday, she went into a spiel about being a member of Young Entrepreneurs, her name was Aurora and about raising money to win a trip to Disneyland. Déjà vu!

Aurora however was Latina, with beautiful smooth dark skin, long black hair, and an ass to die for. I wasn't sure what to do, but inviting her in out of the 100 degree heat seemed like a good start. Her spiel was very similar to Jessie's, about her poor family, no opportunities to travel and how she always dreamed of visiting Disneyland. As she was talking, she stood behind the container, bent down and took the lid off and leaned over pointing out the various items she had for sale, as well as exposing most of her firm nubile breasts, encased in a black lace bra. The whole routine was just like Jessie's.




Moving On



As she was showing me the items I decided to break the news to her, explaining that another girl had come by yesterday selling the same items.

"What? You're fucking kidding me. I can't believe this. Who was it? Was she short, dirty blond hair?"

"Well, yeah, Jessie was her ..."

"That bitch! I'm going to kill her. I can't believe she would do that. What is she doing? The fucking bitch." While going on, Aurora started to cry, obviously upset that Jessie seemingly took her agreed upon route. Aurora was equally hurt by the fact that her opportunity of being one of the top sellers was being undermined and by the fact, as she rambled on, that she and Jessie were best friends, inseparable for the past five years. They had agreed that if one of them won and the other hadn't, they would invite the other along. I tried to reassure her that perhaps it was a mistake on Jessie's part, that it wasn't intentional. But Aurora went on about the "bitch," the "back-stabbing slut," the "fucker."

Aurora was noticeably upset so I offered her some fresh lemonade to help cool her down. It is then that she looked around and saw the pile of items I bought from Jessie yesterday lying on the counter, not yet having found a place to put them.

She looked up at me incredulously. Silently she went over and looked at the items and counted them.

"Fifteen? You bought fifteen of these cheap crap things from her?"

I gave her an innocent look, "She's cute, what could I do?"

"Yeah, right. Fuck, I can't believe that bitch. What'd she do, show you her tits if you bought so many? Come on, tell the truth. She looks all innocent, but she ain't. I'm sure she did more than show you a little cleavage."

I blushed at the accusation, exposing my guilt. Aurora's eyes were now on fire, almost like she was accusing me of conspiring with Jessie to undermine her chance of winning.

"She did, didn't she? She showed you some cleavage, then sucked you into making a deal with her? That's what happened, didn't it?"

"Well, sort of like that, yes."

"You know, she planned it all. She told me about her idea of getting men home alone to buy multiple items. It wasn't you she was interested in showing her big fat tits too, it was any guy willing to buy from her. She's such a fucking slut. I can't believe she actually did it. Her tits are so big and ugly, I can't believe you were stupid enough to fall for her trick."

As Aurora exposed Jessie's manipulative marketing skills, it all started to make sense, no wonder she wasn't interested in my phone number, it was a onetime deal. Stupid me was thinking of something more. When would I ever learn, I thought to myself.

"Most guys stare at her tits. They might be big, but her tits aren't nearly as nice as mine." As she was saying this Aurora whipped off her tee and unhooked her bra, exposing her very firm, shapely, breasts. I took a deep breath, admiring her dark skin tone and darker nipples. With her long black hair, tight chest, nubile breasts, and firm ass, she certainly was more sexy and erotic than Jessie, who was the epitome of innocent slutty, while Aurora had a dark erotic appeal; some of it was lost with her street tough language though.

"So are you going to buy fifteen items from me too now that you're staring at my tits?"

"Well, I have no idea what I'm going to do with 30 of these things, but just to clarify, I only offered to buy ten from Jessie to show me her breasts."

"Only ten? How did you end up buying the other five? Being the good Samaritan? Or what?" 

After a moments silence, Aurora blurted out, "Oh my god. That slut! I can't believe her! She offered you a blow job didn't she. She sucked you off to sell these things? I can't believe her! She is such a slut. And she doesn't even give good blow jobs. Does she? What did you think?"

"Honestly, I had no complaints."

"Yeah, well her boyfriends do! They all always come to me afterwards for a good suck. They say she is too shy and can't deep throat. So, what did you think?"

"Hard to say, I thought it was pretty spectacular, but not too often I get blow jobs from cute lil 18 year olds. So, if you are so good at giving head, let's make our own deal. I'll buy ten things from you for a blow job and if it is qualitatively better than Jessie's, I'll buy another five. Deal?"

"Just five? My blow jobs are worth more than that!"

"Well there is only one way to prove that!" I replied, slipping off my shirt, exposing the very noticeable tent in my shorts. I undid my shorts and slid them and my boxers off, as Aurora stepped over and knelt in front of me. I backed over to the couch and sat down, making her crawl towards me, her firm tits slightly jiggling as she neared.

Aurora dove right in, engulfing my entire cock, she bobbed up and down, then taking my cock out of her mouth, licked up and down my shaft, twirling her tongue at the tip. She repeated this for some time, licking lower and sucking on my balls. The entire time she stared up into my eyes. When she wasn't sucking them, she gently cupped and massaged my balls, once in a while allowing a finger to slide lower toward my anus. She was indeed a masterful cock sucker at the ripe young age of 18.

Given my time with Jessie the day before and having masturbated several times, including once that morning, fantasizing about Jessie, I lasted a little longer. But that didn't deter Aurora; she continued sucking and licking like a pro. I am not sure how long it was, but soon enough I was ready to cum, and Aurora sensed it. She bobbed up and down furiously bringing me off, my first shot streaming into her expecting mouth, the second she let hit on her face. She continued to massage my cock, more cum oozing out over her hand. 

Aurora triumphantly opened her mouth showing me the cum inside before swallowing it. She wiped what she could from her cheek with a finger and licked it clean, along with the cum on her other hand. 

"So, who is the better cock sucker? You still want that inexperienced tart or you prefer someone who knows how to give a professional blow job?"

I couldn't help but laugh, and fortunately she too had a smile on her face. 

"Looks like I'll have to buy fifteen more of those damn things!" I said, making Aurora beam with pride.

Aurora stood up and made her way into my bathroom to wash her face and hands. We settled our accounts and there I was with fifteen more candles, polishing cloths, dishwashing scrubs and sewing kits. I also stood there completed satisfied, but with an irking feeling of doubt about Jessie and whether she had completely set me up. Was it just Aurora's anger at her that allowed her to make up a story about Jessie actually intending to give a guy a blowjob to suck (literally) him into buying a bunch of the useless crap from her? Is that why she didn't ask for my phone number, because she had no interest? Was I just one of her marks? Or was she as innocent as she appeared?

And why was I questioning this anyway? Ok, I paid a bit, $90 to Jessie and another $90 to Aurora, but I also got two amazing blowjobs, and felt completely sexually satisfied, a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. Was it just my ego creeping in, wondering why the girls didn't fall for me and want my phone number or that I was stupid enough to fall for a little scam? 

Jessie and Aurora's visits left me wondering, scratching my head a few times. But they also left me with some very fine memories and vivid images of their nubile teen bodies, feeding many of my fantasies over the next few weeks, indeed to this day.

It was three weeks later and I had moved way beyond being concerned about having been sucked in by Jessie's manipulative sales technique, never quite being able to see her as anything but the innocent girl next door, when once again my doorbell rang late on a Saturday afternoon. I was now completely settled into my new home and working diligently in my study on a much delayed writing project. 

The doorbell annoyed me, drawing me back away from deep into my thoughts. Marching out to the entryway I swung open the door in an unfriendly manner, stopped in my tracks by Jessie and Aurora smiling sweetly and of course both dressed to show off their nubile curves and assets. I looked a little dumbfounded, as they were the last I expected to show up again on my door front, particularly together.

"We won, we won," Jessie announced, bouncing up and down as she made her way into the house, Aurora quick on her heals. 

"Well, congratulations!" I replied sarcastically, still feeling annoyed by the initial disturbance from my work -- obviously not yet warmed by the presence of two very sexy young ladies dressed to show off their tight teen bodies!

I couldn't stop myself from blurting out, "And how many cocks did you have to suck to win?"

They both fell dead silent and looked at me, hurt expressions enveloping their earlier look of joy and pleasure.

I immediately felt like an ass and apologized profusely. 

"I suppose we deserved that, but what happened, honestly, wasn't planned. Well, we did ... I mean, we had a plan, but not that!" Jessie tried to explain. 

"What Jessie's trying to tell you is that we are guilty of manipulating you a little, but we certainly didn't plan to go as far as we did, at least that wasn't our original plan."

"You mean you too lied to me, Aurora?"

"No, it wasn't like that. ... I mean, shit! You explain it to him," Aurora said, turning to Jessie, "it was your idea."

"Look James, what happened, well, let me explain from the beginning..." Jessie went into elaborate detail about how they planned to make sales by showing a bit of cleavage and how they would enticingly show off their wares if they ever happened upon a guy at home. Their intention, so she explained, was to only show cleavage, never to remove their tops and show their tits. The idea was that whatever homes Jessie found single guys at whom easily bought into seeing her tight body, she would report to Aurora their addresses and the next day she would stop by going into the spiel she gave me about how Jessie was stealing her route. It was all a set-up.

They had no intentions of showing their tits, only Jessie got carried away. And as for the blowjob that was totally unexpected. While sitting their topless Jessie said she got so horny as I hungrily stared at her tits, she couldn't control herself! When she told Aurora what happened, they hatched their plan for her to do her act, making another 15 sales. I was a sucker. While I was a bit annoyed at their game, I obviously couldn't complain too much, though I kept up my appearance of being annoyed and hurt by their sales technique.

"Look," Jessie said, "we came here to apologize; we're sorry. If you want to accept it, that is your business, but we certainly don't need your judgment on us. If you want to know the truth, I enjoyed myself, you are hot, I loved sucking your cock and no guy has eaten me out like you did."

"Eat you out?" Aurora yelled, "what the fuck? You never told me he went down on you!"

Jessie stammered a bit then went silent as now Aurora looked back and forth between the two of us accusingly.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you. You let him lick you and worse, you didn't tell me. You slut! Damn, I can't believe you wouldn't tell me something like that. We share ..."

Jessie tried to cut her off, "I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to say. It wasn't supposed to happen. But I'm not ashamed of it; and fuck, I'm not a slut, you bitch."

I wasn't sure if this was their normal way of communicating with one another or if they were about to get into a cat fight.

"I'm sorry," Aurora offered, "it's just that we share everything. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, maybe I was too ashamed. But I'll tell you this, he's really good!"

"He's also older than your father!"

"That didn't seem to bother you when you were giving him a blowjob, now did it?"

"Umm, excuse me ladies, but I happen to be right here ..."

"You stay out of this," Aurora snapped at me.

"No, I won't! Listen, enough of your silly back and forth. What happened, happened. I'm glad you two won. Congratulations. I'm glad you two had a plan to entice guys into buying more by showing your cleavage. And I'm damn glad Jessie got carried away and showed me her tits and got so horny she gave me a blowjob and allowed me to go down on her. And I'm damn glad you two arranged for Aurora to stop by the next day and show me your tits and also give me a blowjob. You are both very beautiful women, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly and thank you for being so open and sexy."

They both fell silent for a few moments, looking at one another.

"Well," Jessie replied, "we are sorry we tricked you, but at least I'm not sorry of what happened either. I enjoyed it."

"I'm not sorry either," Aurora said. "Though, I do seem to be sorry I didn't get more carried away!" Aurora stated, starting to laugh.

"Well, I would hate for you to be denied such an opportunity. Perhaps we could make another deal?" I suggested.

"Yeah, right!" Aurora replied. "Don't you wish, you old pervert. Trying to get me naked again." She was giggling, so I knew there was hope.

"No harm in trying." I knew there was a bit of competition between the two so thought I'd try another tactic. "Jessie tasted so sweet and has the sexiest, tightest looking pussy I've ever seen. It is a memory I'm going to hold dear for some time."

Jessie just glowed when I complimented her making Aurora even more jealous.

"Yeah, well you ain't seen mine yet nor tasted the sweetest Latina nectar there is."

I was hard as hell imagining what was about to unfold. I walked up to Aurora, standing right in front of her, I could sense her own anticipation as she breathed heavily. I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth expectantly and pressed her body against mine.

We kissed hard as our tongues dueled, exploring each others' mouth, as my own hands started to do some exploring of their own. I grabbed Aurora's ass with both hands, pushing her tight into me, my hard cock pressed against her stomach. She moaned as I rubbed my cock against her. She then jumped up, wrapping her legs around me as I tottered trying to hold her. Quickly I moved towards the couch and sat her down, as we tried our hardest not to break our kiss. She immediately reached down and slid her tee shirt up, forcing us finally to stop kissing. Once she removed her shirt I dove right into her breasts as she reached around to unclasp her bra. I sucked on her hard tits, savoring their firmness.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jessie making herself comfortable on the couch next to Aurora, her hand instinctively sliding down between her legs, squeezing her crotch as she watched Aurora and I make out.

I fumbled a bit trying to undo Aurora's tight shorts. Perhaps frustrated with my slowness, Aurora wiggled out from underneath me and stood up, sliding her shorts and panties down. There in front of my face was one of the most beautiful sights! Her tight pussy was glistening with excitement and there was a small tuff of hair just above her clit. My mouth watered in anticipation of sliding my tongue deep into her virgin pussy.

Aurora deftly resettled back onto the couch, spreading her legs wide, inviting me to dive, tongue first, into her hot, little pussy. As tempted as I was to oblige, I figured she deserved a bit of teasing first. I kissed her inner thighs, near her knees, making her moan -- whether in pleasure or frustration, I wasn't sure. I teasingly kissed and licked her inner thighs, moving from one leg to another, sucking in her sweet aroma, but resisting my own temptation to taste her. 

"Fuck, James; don't tease me ... please! Just lick me, tongue fuck me, whatever you want to do, but please ..." Aurora trailed off as I slowly slid my tongue further down her inner thigh, licking around her pussy.

Aurora couldn't take it any longer; she grabbed my head and pushed it tight into her, I had no choice but place my mouth around her pussy lips and suck. Aurora yelled out, moaning loudly. With my tongue I teased her lips then slowly slid it into her dripping wet, steaming hot pussy. I lapped up her juices, making her moan loudly again. Aurora was a moaner -- and a loud one at that.

I fingered her clit, tongue fucked her, lapped up her flowing juices and sucked her pussy for no more than several minutes before Aurora started to rock, her legs tighten up and she started to scream. She held my head tightly into her pussy, gyrating herself harder into my face, and after a minute of screaming, moaning, and rocking, she just collapsed. She was spent and I could feel her juices dripping off my face.

I leaned back to take stock of the situation; Aurora was panting heavily, her firm tits heaving, her eyes closed. Next to her was Jessie naked, massaging her breasts and fingering her clit -- what an amazingly beautiful sight. We locked eyes as she continued to finger herself; the glint in her eyes begging me to lick her too.

I shifted myself out from under Aurora's legs and moved in between Jessie's outstretched legs. Rather than going straight for her pussy, I didn't want to neglect her soft, luscious tits and licked my way up her taut stomach, nibbling first on her pierced bellybutton then made my way up between her breasts. I didn't stop though, I continued to run my tongue up her neck towards her chin. I knew my face was covered with Aurora's juices and wasn't sure how she was going to react if I tried to kiss her, but she made the move, kissing me deeply at first, then licking my face! She let out a soft whimper as she tasted her friend. 

After a minute of kissing, licking, and fondling her breasts, I made my way back down her chest and stomach to her waiting pussy. I licked and sucked her, sliding my tongue rapidly in and out of her unbelievably tight pussy. She was much tighter than Aurora, making me wonder if Aurora was a virgin, at least having regularly fingered herself, if not having used a toy.

It took several minutes of licking before Jessie was moaning her way into her own orgasm. As her ecstasy subsided, she sat there gently rubbing her fingers through my hair. I made my way up to the couch next to her and she cuddled into my arms. My cock was ridiculously hard, trapped within my shorts. Jessie gently started to rub my crotch, almost absent-mindedly as she recovered from her orgasm.

I continued to hold her, rubbing my own hands over her nubile body, feeling her soft breasts and teasing her nipples. It looked like Aurora was out cold, her legs still spread, but her head conked out to the side, resting on the back of the couch.

Jessie shifted around, smiled and started to undo my shorts. I stood up and both of us kissed as she continued to play with my shorts and cock. I beckoned her into the bedroom and, without hesitation, she followed me. Sitting on the bed we kissed some more before I stood up to remove my shorts and undid my shirt. My cock flapped in front of Jessie's face. She instinctively took it longingly into her mouth as she seductively looked up at me.

Jessie cupped my balls as she continued to slide her mouth up and down my throbbing hard shaft. I don't think I'd ever been so aroused. I leaned over and cupped her face, kissing the top of her head. As I did so my cock popped out of her warm, wet mouth. I leaned down further and kissed her on the lips, her tongue immediately darting into my mouth. I leaned her back onto the bed, crawling on top of her, my cock pressed hard against her; we kissed as my hands played with her hair and breasts. I just couldn't get enough of her big soft tits. 

After sometime of frolicking about, I knew it was time for me to cum, my balls felt like they were about to burst. I rolled off of Jessie and laid down, resting my head on the pillow. It is then that we noticed Aurora standing in the doorway watching us.




Moving On



Looking at her friend, Jessie slid down my body and once again engulfed my cock. Aurora sauntered over and laid down next to me, pressing her tight tits against my chest and started to kiss me while Jessie continued massaging, licking and sucking my cock and balls. I was in heaven!

Aurora and I continued to kiss, then she slid herself up feeding me her exquisite tits. I cusped them, squeezing them together, sucking on one then the other, gently nibbling her nipples. I was lost in never-never land, sucking on the firmest nubile tits west of the Mississippi and having another succulent teen massaging and licking my cock. If I wasn't so taken in by having Aurora's tits in my face, I might have cummed earlier; but I welcomed the distraction.

However, after a few minutes I felt Jessie shifting about and noticed that my cock was no longer in her mouth. Assuming she was moving to get into a more comfortable position, I focused in on Aurora's tits, sucking her right nipple hard into my mouth. She gasped and moaned.

After a minute I realized that Jessie had not returned to sucking my cock, but I could feel her holding it with one of her hands. I couldn't see, but began to wonder what she was up to. It didn't take long before I realized that she was kneeling over me, slowly lowering her pussy onto my cock. Aurora was oblivious, at least until I gasped "oh my god" when the tip of my cock first entered her tight pussy.

Aurora maneuvered herself off of me and immediately noticed what Jessie was doing.

"Oh my god! Jessie, what are you doing? I can't believe you! Are you sure?"

Jessie didn't answer, she just nodded her head as she stayed focused on her objective, getting my cock inside her pussy. 

"Jessie," I explained, "you don't have to. We can ..." She just leaned over, placing a finger on my lips, silencing me. She was determined and who I was to stop her!

I relaxed back on the pillow and watched this lovely creature slowly slide down my cock. She grimaced a few times, but little-by-little my cock disappeared into her pussy. I expected there would be some resistance, but deeper and deeper my cock went until Jessie completely engulfed me. She sat there motionless, panting, getting comfortable with the feel of my cock inside her. 

As much as I wanted to start rocking my hips and fucking her, I laid still, allowing her to determine the pace. Jessie started slow, rocking back and forth on top of my cock. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest, and then started to lift her hips up and down.

Along the way there were a few moans, a few "oh fucks", "dear Jesus," and other pleasantries. I have no idea how much time she took, but soon she quickened her paces and I started to join her in the rocking motions. My cock throbbed a few times, making her gasp.

As Jessie's pace quickened, her big tits bounced about adding to the share joy of the experience. I grabbed her tits and massaged them, bringing them to my mouth and sucked on them as we continued to fuck.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. Jessie's pussy was so tight, so hot, the sensation was unbelievable. I whispered that I was going to cum soon.

"God yes, cum, cum inside me. It's ok, trust me, cum and make me cum with you."

Who was to argue with such a vision of pleasure? We both quickened our pace, fucking with wild abandon. Seeing the sheer passion radiating from Jessie's face -- glazed eyes, glowing red cheeks, tongue swirling erotically over her lips -- was more than I could take. I came hard, spurting my cum into Jessie's pussy, lifting my hips off the bed higher and higher, my cock throbbing. With a few more thrusts Jessie too was cumming, her body rocked as her eyes rolled back, lost in her pleasure.

She collapsed on top of me and I just held her, our bodies spent. I ran my fingers through her hair, making her whimper from time to time. 

After a few minutes, I noticed that Aurora sitting next to us, staring, her mouth still agape at Jessie's surprise boldness.

"Dayum, girlfriend, that was hot. I've never seen ... Wow! Watching you two was ... fuck. Jessie, I can't believe you. That was amazing. You are so beautiful."

Jessie lazily rolled to my side and managed a smile. She was unable to speak, still panting.

I motioned for Aurora to lie down on my other side and I wrapped my arm around her, as both girls cuddled up against me. All three of us fell soundly asleep.



Moving On



I had initially considered posting this for the Holiday contest, but Murphy's Law (and endsems) ensured that I could not get around to writing it till now. Credits to my editor zoyiab.

Anyway, vote, comment, and send private feedback to let me know what you think of it.

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Karen Carmichael had always been somewhat of an enigma. She was one of the most talked about people in the world, but shied away from the spotlight as much as she could. Just 32, she had already courted more controversy than most. She was the CEO and ex officio chairwoman to Carmichael Industries, her step father's business empire.

Very few people knew her personally. She conducted most of her dealings from her lavish mansion on the Upper East Side. Largely reclusive, she was more of a social rarity in all of the fabulous parties thrown here and there, with good reason. Some of the things she had done in her life were questionable at best, and she preferred not to talk about them. One of them would have to be marrying her step-brother Adrian.

When a recently divorced Victor Carmichael married the beautiful socialite Alice Lane, he had no idea that one day his son and her daughter would fall deeply in love. They shared more than the normal love between step siblings. Karen was passionately in love and Adrian felt the same way. But there was a whole slew of societal dogma and media hounding that stood in the way.

If they went through with it, they would be branded as semi-incestuous degenerates by the whole world. Being the strong-willed and confident woman she was Karen did precisely that. Their parents reluctantly accepted it and she gave a stirring speech at a press conference to silence all her critics once and for all. The hearts of every New Yorker went out to them and the intrinsic purity of their romance.

She was barely in her twenties when her parents died in a sailing accident. The siblings got each other through that difficult phase. Adrian had taken charge of the business conglomerate initially. They were married in a joyous ceremony at San Marino. Then, after ten years of married bliss, tragedy struck. And that is where our little tale begins............

Karen sighed for the umpteenth time. This was the part of Christmas that she hated- getting ready for dinner. Being as reclusive as she was, she never really got the hang of what to wear when entertaining guests. The only party she had was a small, private Christmas dinner for her oldest friends, Tom and Sue Markham. Her personal chef was busy at work, conjuring a sumptuous banquet as she still struggled with her clothes. After some searching, she finally found the dress that Adrian had brought her from Paris. Her eyes spontaneously moistened in his memory.

Life was just not the same with what had happened to him the previous year.

Finally, she put on her dress and made her way downstairs to receive her guests. Sitting down to have dinner, Sue noticed that there was an extra chair at the table. She felt a pang of sorrow. Adrian was a good person, who did not deserve what happened to him. They started eating.

"So tell us Karen, how is the business going?"

"Very well actually, we have big plans to expand our market to India. There is a huge potential customer base waiting for us."

"Oh that sounds wonderful, and in your personal life? Are you seeing someone?" asked Sue kindly.

Karen visibly stiffened. After a while, she said, "No. I have not seen anyone since Adrian......"

Sue immediately apologized for being intrusive. Karen controlled herself well enough and did not cry. Somewhere in her heart, she had not yet accepted the reality.

"It's okay; I knew Adrian was going to come up eventually. So, you must be curious about what happened last year?"

The Markhams looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Karen sensed their unease.

"Don't worry. I am comfortable talking about it. In fact, talking about it somehow makes the load feel lighter. Like a form of therapy."

Tom gently nodded towards his wife and they gave her the go-ahead to start. Karen drew a deep breath and gathered all her thoughts. It was a very painful memory, but one she would have to come to terms with.

"It all started one day, when Adrian had an unexplained seizure in his office. It was during a board meeting. He was rushed to Mercy and I flew in from Chicago to see him. The doctor had some bad news for us."

She paused, trying her hardest to hold back her tears.

"Adrian had small cell carcinoma, a rare and untreatable type of cancer. He had about a month to live. There wasn't any warning. "

The tears were almost out by now.

"I stayed by his side the whole time. It was a cruel dichotomy. On one hand, I could not bear to stay away from him. On the other hand, it hurt so much watching my one true love slowly dying. Then one day, he made his request."

Her restraint finally slipped as the corners of her eyes moistened.

"He said he was in too much pain and,... and....... asked me to end it for him."

The dam of stoical calmness finally ruptured as she wept.

"He was in so much pain and nobody saw it. He told me to put him to sleep where he could not feel it any more."

The Markhams extended their arms to console her, but she waved them away and composed herself.

"His last words were- Karen, I love you so much. Thank you for this."

She wiped her tears and resumed.

"I guess you know the details of what happened after that?"

Tom sighed knowingly. He had been her defence attorney. The state of New York collectively gasped when they heard about her euthanizing her brother. Opinion was sharply divided on the issue. There were those who wanted her head and those who thought she had done the right thing.

Karen Carmichael was the most talked about figure in New York for a while. Her trial was widely covered by every news channel on the planet. Tom had prepared a speech for her to say when she would be questioned, but she waved it off and spoke from her heart. Her words were eloquent and touching beyond measure. The jury members actually began sobbing by the time she had finished. The verdict was a unanimous 'not guilty'. She left to a resounding round of applause. Since that day, it had become necessary to maintain a low profile.

"So how are you coping with it? Do you need any help?" asked Tom kindly.

"No thank you, I will be just fine."

They finished the rest of the dinner in silence. Karen often shot a longing glance at the empty chair beside her.

After the Markhams had left, Karen dismissed the chefs and housekeepers and went to her room. Once she was alone, she opened her cupboard. Parting all her clothes, she found the hidden latch. Clasping it, she opened her secret compartment in the back. There were many small vials of a clear liquid and several syringes. She took out a vial and a syringe. Carefully, she drew 10 ml of the fluid. She rolled up her sleeves to look for a place to inject herself. There were innumerable punctures on her skin from her previous doses.

She found a spot and gently stuck the needle into her forearm. Taking a deep breath, she gently pushed the plunger in all the way in a smooth, well-practised motion. The first effect from the drug shook her world a little. She lay down on her bed as the drugs flowed through her bloodstream up to her brain. The room slowly dissolved around her as she slid two fingers down to her slick pussy. The tips of her fingers had just touched her clit when the scenery around her began forming again.

It was the garden outside their country estate, in autumn. The evening sky was brilliantly multi-hued in shades of blue, purple and orange that only nature can give. Some of the trees had already begun shedding leaves. This idyllic locale was the backdrop of some of her most romantic moments. She stood up and scanned the surroundings, looking for someone.

"Karen?"

At last, she heard his voice. The voice that made the stress of her life and all her worries disappear. She turned in the direction of the voice with a radiant smile on her face. A figure emerged from behind a tree. It was Adrian.

He was just like she remembered him. That beautiful innocent face with his piercing green eyes brought back so many memories. His jet black hair was neatly combed and he was wearing his favourite Yankee T-shirt. She sprinted across the gap between them and engulfed him in a warm hug. He hugged her back.

"Oh Adrian, I miss you so much. You have no idea."

He looked at her with a cold, disapproving look.

"Karen, what is it- the third time this week? Those drugs will ruin you."

"I don't care. I just want to be with you."

"You have to move on. You know I would have wanted that."

She pushed him down onto the ground. There was a look of anger mixed with a profound sadness on her face.

"How dare you tell me to move on? You moved on and left me all alone. It's your fault. You promised you would always be there for me."

Adrian smiled at her.

"I will always be there for you. Over here," he said, touching her chest lightly. "Whenever you need me, look inside your heart and I am always there, but please don't do this to yourself, for me."

"Why are you saying these things?"

"Because you know this is what I would have said. It's your conscience trying to dissuade you."

He held her head in his hands and smiled.

"You have no idea how proud I am of you. You have taken our company to dizzying heights that I could never have imagined. Please, stop doing this."

"I won't, I... can't," Karen finally admitted. "I love you too much."

"You have to."

She stood up, a look of determination on her face.

"I don't have to do anything. This is my fantasy, my rules. You take off those clothes now."

He stood up beside and looked at her with a look of futile disappointment and started taking off his shirt.

"See, I knew you would eventually do it."

"As you said, it's your fantasy. I don't have much of a choice."

His clothes slowly fell of his body and now he stood in front of her completely naked. She clasped her hands over her mouth as she saw the site.

"You are so beautiful. You were always so beautiful."

Saying this, she began to take of her clothes. Soon they were just a heap near her feet. Adrian admired her gorgeous body for a while before saying.

"You look great. Why do you want to spoil this with LSD?"

"I thought you were going to be compliant now. No more talk, make love to me like you used to."

She lay down on the soft grass and seductively ushered him towards her. He lay down and gently held her hips. She rolled over until she was on top of him and gently lifted her hips to guide his engorged member into her vulva.

She gasped as his thick penis filled her up and stretched her pussy.

"Exactly how I remember it."

She held his face between her hands as he looked away.

"Look at me Adrian, look at me please."

Slowly he turned his gaze to meet her. There was a look of pleading in his eyes. He desperately wanted her to stop, but she could not bring herself to it.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up and down on his erection. Her pace was gentle at first, but it slowly became faster and faster.

"Oh God, Adrian I love you so, so much."

She was moving at a frantic pace now, desperately grinding her pelvis into Adrian's hips. His large cock plunged in and out of her vagina in quick, rapier like motions.

"There is no one else. There will never ever be anyone that can replace you, Adrian. You were the only one for me."

Her pleasure was now building on itself, rising higher and higher with every successive thrust into her aching pussy. He used his hands to hold her nipples and gently roll them between his fingers.

"Yes, do that. You know how much I liked it."

She screamed in ecstasy as he continued playing with her nipples and then rubbed her areola as well. He reached up to kiss her. The kiss was exquisitely tender as he gently used his tongue to probe her mouth. She met his kiss with a surprising energy and began to kiss him back fervently. Their tongues duelled for some time as the intensity of the kiss sent a wave of renewed passion to all parts of her body. She was aroused like never before, and she sank even deeper into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her climax was getting closer and closer as this treatment sent her body to heavenly heights of bliss. Finally, in a rapturous explosion of thunder, lightning and a carnival of all the primal forces of nature, Karen had a massive orgasm. It literally sent shock-waves through her body as she convulsed over and over again.

She just lay there, on the green grass, collecting her breath.

"That was wonderful Adrian."

"It's your fantasy, it had to be."

"It was just like what we had. We had something too special to describe in words."

"Of course we did. I would not trade that for anything, but what you have right now is crazy. Go on, find someone, start your life again."

"How can I find someone? He won't be you."

"Karen, I am dead, you have to come to terms with that."

Suddenly, Karen's face brightened up.

"No you're not. You're downstairs waiting for dinner."

Adrian sighed disapprovingly.

"You know that is not true."

Karen however smiled from ear-to-ear.

"It is. I'm sorry for what I said earlier, but I know you could never leave me. We love each other so much."

He didn't say anything, just looked down.

The garden started spinning wildly around them. The drugs were wearing off. Adrian slowly disappeared into the mist as the entire scene became hazy. His parting words were, "Move on."

Karen woke up sweating on her bed. Her fingers were still deeply buried in her snatch even though she had already ridden the crest of her orgasm. She sat in bed, silently reflecting on her present state.

The worst part about it was that she never regretted it, never hated herself for it. She wanted to desperately cling on to whatever part of her love she could. Adrian's room was a shrine for her. Everything was untouched from the way he had left them. Only she went in that room, when she felt exceptionally lonely.

Suddenly, she remembered the last part of her dream. She had not yet given Adrian his dinner. She went down the stairs and into the empty kitchen and started taking the steak out. Christmas was always a special holiday for them and Adrian loved steak. She prepared a small one for herself since she had already eaten. She loved cooking for him.

Carrying two plates, she slowly went down the stairs to her basement. Putting the plates aside, she turned a knob and then opened the door. Inside the room, there was a small table with two chairs. In one of them sat Adrian Carmichael.

She smiled at him and he smiled back. In fact, his face permanently bore that beautiful smile and his alluring green eyes looked directly at her as she sat down opposite him and pushed a plate in his direction.

"It's so great to see you again, Adrian."

He just stared at her silently as she started eating.

"Eat up, bro. I made it just the way you like it."

He kept staring.

"You will not believe how taxing the business is. I would go crazy if I couldn't come down here and talk to you."

Cold impassive silence reigned at the other end. She kept talking to him, pouring out her entire day and he listened without speaking.

Finally, she finished her steak and looked over on his side of the table to see his plate untouched. She gave him a look of sisterly disapproval.

"Still not hungry eh? Well you have to start eating one of these days."

She leaned over to plant a quick kiss on his lips before gathering her plates and getting up. She walked out of the door and put the plates down once again. After closing the door, she set the inside temperature to below freezing point once more, by turning the knob.

She went upstairs thinking about what to cook for him the next day.

For those who cannot move on.



Moving On



I stood staring at the casket being lowered into the ground. I could hear the quiet roar of traffic and muted conversation in the background as the friends and family left my wife's graveside services. My children Alexander age 21 and Chelsea age 20 stood on each side of me. We were wrapped in each other's arms and in our sorrow. I felt them shaking as they quietly cried along with me. Unfortunately their sorrow was much greater than was mine.

I knew I should be more upset at Joan's death but, in a warped, perverted way I was pleased it had come to this. At least this way I was spared the pain and suffering of a divorce and the financial disruption it would have entailed. A divorce you ask? Well, yes. You see the night she died in a traffic accident was the night I found out I was married to a lying, cheating slut.

I let out a wavering sigh and remembered once again the happiness of our early years and how my marriage spiraled out of control over the last two years. Joan and I had been going steady our last year of high school and first year of college. We became intimate and we found we both loved to fuck. We almost lost our scholarships the first semester of college because we took to the party scene and sex so well. Oh, sure we had to live in the dorm but we still found a way to be together nearly every night. Like the young sexual beings we were we found a place to screw several nights a week.

Joan wasn't on the pill. Our birth control of choice was rubbers. Occasionally when she thought it was safe we would go bareback. We both preferred the natural feeling of unprotected sex. I asked many times for Joan to go on the pill but she refused because she did not want to take a chance of her parents finding out. As is normal, a time or two a rubber broke. We never did figure out if she got pregnant because of a broken rubber or if one time she wasn't "safe" like she thought she was. Whatever the reason, she did get pregnant and we elected to get married. Since she had to care for the child Joan did not finish college. I continued and promised her she could return to college to finish her degree after we were settled and the kid was old enough for day care.

It seemed like a good time for Joan to return to college never came. Finally when Alexander was a college freshman and Chelsea a high school senior Joan enrolled in college once more. She took to it like a duck to water. It was as if she had never quit, she immersed herself in the class work and, unfortunately, she decided to experience the entire college experience. She made friends that were slightly younger than her all the way down to our children's age. If they were "good people" she took them into her circle of friends. As the got more and more wrapped up in the college social scene she began to change. She was no longer my loving stay at home wife. She began to treat me with disrespect and got upset when I complained about all the time she spent away from home in the evenings. She began to come home later and later and many times she was drunk and her clothing was mussed. Joan became distant and resented social outings with our friends or for my job.

Oh, sure, she had a reason for being late coming home on non-class nights as well as nights she had classes. According to her, she had to study in the library, she had a night course then afterwards she and some of her friends went to a local hang out to discuss the class. She needed to unwind, etc. I guess I was like most cuckolds. I just didn't see the signs of a cheating slut. All I knew for sure was our sex life went from full ahead to dead stop within about a year of her returning to college. She always had an excuse—too tired, headache, has to get up early the next day and so on. I got laid maybe once a week if I was lucky and then it was as if it was just a favor she granted me. 

Literally my world came crashing down on a Thursday evening. Joan had a night class that should have ended about 9:20 p.m. Considering the distance we lived from the University and traffic she should have been home no later than 10:15. I finally gave up and went to bed without her at 11:30. Of course I was angry. She had promised me she would stop staying out with her friends, that she would come home early—HA! 

My doorbell ringing awakened me at 1:20 a.m. Before I got to the door someone began pounding on it. "OK, OK," I yelled as I grabbed my pants (I sleep nude), turned the bedroom light on and stumbled toward the front room. "Who is it?" I asked. Finally I reached the door and flung it opened. I was angry, expecting to find my drunken wife wanting in and unable to get her key into the lock once more.

I stopped in shock when I saw a police officer standing on my porch. I looked further out through the opened door and saw a black and white sitting in my driveway. The officer flinched back then he asked, "Mr. Rowland?" 

"Yes."

"Is your wife Joan Rowland?"

When I nodded my head yes the officer continued, "Mr. Rowland I am afraid I have some bad news for you. The van your wife was riding in this evening was hit broadside by a semi truck. I am afraid she and the three young men with her died in the accident. The semi driver had apparently been drinking and ran a red light at a high rate of speed. I'm sorry sir. Are you alone sir or is there someone you can call? I"

About that time my daughter Chelsea came wandering down the stairs. She was dressed in her robe and was rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "Daddy, what is it?"

The officer looked at her then he said, "Sir, I'm sorry. If you would stop by the station in a day or two the accident report will be ready. We will also need you to view the body for verification at your earliest convenience." He tipped his hat and said, "Ma'am. I'll just leave you folks now. Once again, I'm sorry."

I stood in the door watching the police car back from my driveway then accelerate away. I felt the tears running down my cheeks and then Chelsea wrapped her arm around me and guided me back into the house. After I told her what had happened we sat together in the living room crying. 

We dozed sitting together on the couch. Finally about 6 a.m., I shook myself and began to make plans for the next several days. I called my son at his apartment, then Joan's parents and my parents. I also called the funeral home and made arrangements for them to pick up the body. I was still in a state of shock but was beginning to function somewhat. Before I had much time to think of the implications of my wife's death a man from the funeral home called. He said they could not pick up the body until after I had positively identified it.

I called to make arrangements to view Joan's body. While I was talking on the phone I remembered the officer had said Joan was killed riding in a van. I called the police to verify that she was not in her car. I also asked about her purse and other personal effects. The officer told me they had no personal effects of Joan's. The records showed they had identified her tentatively based upon a medical warning bracelet she was wearing. After I had identified Joan's body my daughter and I went to the university and drove around until we found Joan's parked car. I gave Chelsea the spare key. I waited until she had the car started then drove off toward my home with her following. 

When we arrived home Chelsea and I searched the inside of the car for Joan's purse and books. When they weren't there we opened the trunk and found several items—many which should not have been there. Joan's purse was lying neatly in the trunk on top of the carefully folded dress she had worn to class the night before. When we opened her purse we found several unused condoms. Later that day, to pass time I began to clean out the car and found three used condoms under the front seat. I was beginning to become upset, nay angry. 

Occasionally Chelsea drives our car to college instead of her small pick up truck. My first thought was she had entertained one of her boy friends in the back seat and let him discard the used condoms in the floor. I backed out of the car with the damning evidence in my hand and yelled, "Chelsea! Come here a minute please."

When Chelsea came into the garage, her eyes still red from crying I turned to her and snarled, "How do you explain these?" and shook the condoms in her face. I watched it turn white, then red as I resumed speaking. "I thought...No; I hoped we had raised you better than this. You know rubbers aren't the best form of birth control. I know your mother told you the trouble you can get into using them. How could you take a chance like that?"

Chelsea stood looking at me in shock, then her face broke down and she began bawling once more. Through her tears I heard her say, "Oh, Daddy, how could you even think I would do something like that? I am on the pill and do make a new boyfriend use a condom but I would NEVER leave them in Mom's car!"

"Are you telling me these aren't yours? You borrowed the car last weekend. Who else could...?" I felt my stomach clench and I became nauseous. I stopped speaking and stood looking at my daughter. She was staring into my eyes and I saw the same thought hit her too. Her hand came up to her mouth as she flushed once more. "OH," she said. "Oh, no, no Daddy it couldn't be... Maybe it was Alex. He uses Mom's car sometimes."

The rest of that day and the next were filled with phone calls and visits from family and friends. Our out of town family began arriving for the services. Finally, I called the police station and found the accident report was ready. I told my family I was going for it and Chelsea looked up from her conversation. "Wait Daddy. I'm going with you."

I started to tell her no, that I wanted to be alone but she kept talking, not letting me get the statement out. "NO Daddy. I'm going. You don't need to do this alone and besides...Well" 

When we got to the police station and told the female officer what we were there for she got a sad look on her face. She turned and went to a file cabinet in the back. She took an envelope from a file and walked back to the window. She placed the envelope on the counter and held her hand over it. She looked at my face and said, "Mr. Rowland I don't know how much you've been told about this accident but..." She took a deep breath and let it out then continued, "You really shouldn't look at this report at all if you don't have to. Just let your wife go and keep the good memories. For what it's worth I'm sorry sir."

I stood there confused for a moment then pulled the report from under her hand. "Thank you Officer. We'd been having some trouble but we loved each other deeply. Of course we will have the good memories of our life with Joan."

The officer gave me a pained look and turned back to her desk as Chelsea and I walked out of the station. When we got into my truck I took a moment and opened the report. The first thing I saw was a stack of photographs. The van was a mangled mess with the cab of the semi resting on it, the front bumper just about where the center seat would have been. I turned to the next picture and caught my breath. I felt my stomach clench and I let out a deep sob.

Chelsea turned to me and said, "Daddy, what's wrong?" I shook my head and tried to stuff the pictures back into the envelope. I was crying so hard I was having trouble breathing. I felt my stomach roll and I began to feel my breakfast trying to come up. I let the envelope drop and just got the door opened when my stomach began emptying itself onto the parking lot.

"Oh, nooooo," I heard Chelsea moan. I finished throwing up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I turned back into the truck in time to catch my daughter as she grabbed me in a hug and began crying.

We now knew why Joan's dress had been folded in the trunk of her car. The pictures and the write up told the whole sordid tale. Joan had been in the back of the van. She was found with no clothing on and neither of the two young men in the back with her was dressed either. She had bitten one young man's cock almost off when the semi impacted the van. The other man and she had been trapped in the wreckage. He was found still trapped between her thighs. Tests showed Joan had semen from all three of the men inside her. I guess that explained why we found a neatly folded pile of her clothes in the trunk of her car along with her purse. We had wondered why they had been there when we searched her car after bringing it home. We had finally decided she had kept some clothes in the trunk in case she got dirty or something. Now I knew the truth. She was dirty but not in the way I had suspected. 

There was no indication of foul play. It appeared Joan had voluntarily entered the van with the men. At first the police had assumed Joan might have been forced into the van. During the investigation, they had found several witnesses that had seen her leave with the three young men. They had apparently left the class at the mid class break. She had been flirting and talking to them for several class periods. Two women testified that they overheard her agree to go with them for "another romp". Two other people had seen her strip in the parking lot and enter the van after locking her clothes in the car. They said the men had dared her to do that. They had told her they thought she did not have the "balls" to go for a naked ride with them.

Our family was devastated first by Joan's death and now even more so by her slutty behavior. I had known she was unhappy with her life but I had no idea she had became a slut. When I thought about her behavior I became scared for my own health. I didn't know how long she had been sleeping around and I was scared she might have given me a disease. I made a note to get checked for STD's immediately.

Thankfully I did not have to worry about my job. I owned and operated a small construction company so I didn't have to worry about work too much. I had a good management structure and my friends at work stepped in and kept the jobs going right and on time. I was a mess for several weeks. I was angry and lashed out at everyone. 

I was so angry with my wife and at the three boys that had been fucking her I sometimes screamed out wishing they were still alive so I could hurt them more. Hell one of them was only 19—younger than our son! The others were in their early 20's. I wanted to hurt someone but I couldn't very well do that because they were all dead. 

I kept putting off making a doctor's appointment for the STD test because I was embarrassed to do so. Finally my children made an appointment for me and took me to my doctor. After the test results came back I found I had Gonorrhea. Oh, I know I should have gotten the tests as soon as I thought about diseases but I just didn't. I had been hurting and burning for several weeks when I urinated but I just thought my cock was a little raw. It had been so long since Joan had let me make love with her I had begun beating off once more. When I did that I squeezed pretty hard and I thought I had hurt myself since it hurt worse when I squeezed it.

One day about three weeks after the funeral I was sitting in my living room drinking and looking over the accident report. I was wishing once again I could make someone pay for my pain when I had a brainstorm. I couldn't make my slut wife or her lovers pay but I could get to the trucking company for taking that option away from me. I decided to see if I could file a lawsuit against them. When I contacted a lawyer he almost cackled with glee. It seems that particular trucking company made a habit of hiring marginally competent drivers. They had a history of accidents and traffic violations. He thought that would help any case we brought against them.

I told him to file the lawsuit and we were off. Of course it drug on as these things do but finally it was over. Almost two years after the accident I was almost 3 million dollars better off even after the attorney took his 30%! My life was still in the shitter but at least I now had the means to build a really nice shitter! Life was the pits, I didn't enjoy my work any longer and I couldn't stand to be around the house my wife and I had built for ourselves. 

I finally decided I was going to just chuck it all and take off. I know, I was running from my memories and hurt but so what? My son graduated from college with a degree in Construction Management in late May. He had been working part time in the company for years so I decided to turn the daily management over to him. I let him and his new wife live in my house rent free, contingent upon the guesthouse being always available to me. My daughter had her own apartment in the walk out basement. She stayed in what had at one time been meant as the maid's quarters. I made it clear she could continue living in her basement apartment until she decided to move on. I had legal papers drawn up outlining living arrangements, jobs, salary, responsibilities and so forth. I had no idea when I would come home or where I would go so tried to cover all bases.

My daughter was taking a degree in business administration and worked part time in the company also so I felt safe leaving. Three weeks after college ended I loaded up my new F250 Super Crew Powerstroke 4X4 and took off. I had no idea where I was going, when I was going to get there or how long I was going to take doing it. I had a small 26 foot fifth wheel trailer with everything I needed inside. I suppose the hippies in the 1960's would have said I was trying to find myself. I hauled my little 650CC Motorcycle on a rack I built at the rear of the trailer. 

Since it was early summer when I left I turned my nose north and drove. It was amazing, the farther from home I got the more relaxed I felt. The first day I drove 12 hours and only stopped for fuel and other necessaries. The second day was the same then I came to Rapid City SD. I had never been there and I fell in love with the Black Hills. I found a nice little camp ground and settled in.

Every day I would get up to see the sun rise. I would leisurely drink my coffee while I enjoyed the morning then I would have a late breakfast. Mid morning after it warmed up a little I would take a ride on my bike. If I saw a pretty place I would stop and enjoy the view or hike down a trail to the view or ride my bike to the view. I took many scenic rides on my bike enjoying the Black Hills. I especially loved the little town of Keystone SD. I rode the train between there and Hill City several times and explored both towns very well. There were sure some beautiful women running around there also. A couple of local wineries made some outstanding wine. I probably bought and drank way too much of it but so what?

In the evenings I would either go to town for supper or to a bar or I would cook in camp and have a few drinks with my three traveling companions—Me, Myself, and I. Occasionally while I was walking around the camp I would stop and visit with other campers. Sometimes someone would stop at my site and visit also. I was surprised how many of the campers were permanent travelers. Many of them had no home, only their trailers or motor homes. WOW. They all seemed so happy. We exchanged stories. At first I was reluctant to talk about Joan but I finally just said my wife had died in a traffic accident and I had to get away to heal. Many times I was never asked for more details about her and rarely about my children. It worked for me and allowed me to somewhat bury the pain. I spent three weeks in that campground then decided to move on. I kept going west on I 90 and came to a small town named Sturgis SD. Oh, you've heard of it? Well, I found out the bike rally was almost upon us so decided to stay. I found a nice place to set my trailer up and began to establish myself.

I stayed until the end of the rally and whoo hooo did I finally begin to have fun! By the time the rally was in full force I had learned how to deflect the comments about the small size of my bike. Of course I suppose my willingness to provide my new friends with beer and some of the lovely ladies with a bed to sleep in helped also. I had to leave just to rest up from all the pussy I had managed to tap. I still wake up dreaming about all the lovelies that paraded around the camp showing off their wares. I just wish I had not felt I needed to use condoms when I fucked those women. Several times when I took a woman into my bed I could see someone else's sperm draining from their still red swollen cunts. Hell, I was almost afraid to even kiss them and tried not to but I sure fucked them when I could.




Moving On



Was I ashamed of my actions? Oh, hell no. I was no longer married and as far as I know neither were the "ladies" I bedded. They were willing, I was willing and if it hadn't been me between their legs it would have been someone else. I was even tempted to take a couple of them with me but common sense prevailed and I ignored the comments and hints they gave me.

I continued west on I90 and fell in love with Montana also. I stopped several times in western Montana, again meeting some wonderful people in the campgrounds. One campground in particular comes to mind. It was near a small town called Rock Springs a little east of Missoula. They were having a Testicle Festival. There were cowboys, cowgirls, bikers and their bitches as well as regular folks like I was. As the night wore on and the beer flowed the tits came out and the pussies went on display, just not as flagrantly as at Sturgis. I only stayed one afternoon and night. I got to see a wonderful wet T shirt competition in the afternoon. I must admit all I did that night was watch. The women were not as beautiful as some I saw at Sturgis and I was sexually sated from my week at the Bike Rally.

I moved on the next morning and by late afternoon I came out of the mountains. I decided I didn't like the country I was driving through very much. I put the pedal to the metal and roared off toward Seattle, WA. OH, my, I spent another month just sight seeing around there. I camped on the beach for several days, then went up Mt. Rainier and camped again. I was decompressing, I was forgetting my pain and it was great. 

Finally I decided to move south and drove down highway US 1 and 101. If I saw a place I liked I stopped. It took me another 6 weeks to get to San Francisco. I stayed there for a few days then moved south. For some reason southern California did nothing for me. There were a lot of beautiful women and on the beaches they displayed their wares for all to see. Something about their attitude left me cold. I found them uninteresting and 'fake' so I headed east along I 10. Oh, my. BORING. That part of the US consisted of miles and miles of miles and miles. Finally I arrived at one of my all time favorite cities—San Antonio. Joan and I had loved the river walk and even with the memories of her it elicited I enjoyed my week there. I found more excellent food and beautiful, willing women.

I met one young lady that rapidly wormed her way into my heart. She was part Hispanic and worked at the camp ground I parked my trailer in. She checked me in and for some reason we hit it off exceedingly well. The evening I checked in I was sitting under the awning of my trailer when she walked down the road in a tiny little two piece swim suit. Her parts were all there on display and she was perfect. I estimated her age at about 22 or 23. It later turned out she was 27. She was about 5'7' tall and about 125 pounds. Her black hair was almost shoulder length and her smile lit up the evening when she saw me.

The little minx sashayed up to me and said, "Whatever are you doing here in this heat? At the very least you should be at the pool cooling off. I know for a fact it's nice and cool. If you don't like the pool a lot of us go down to the river and swim there. The pool's cleaner though."

"I know it's hot here but I was just enjoying the sights. I will probably make it to the pool soon. I really needed to decompress after the day's drive."

"Well hurry on down. The water's great and there's usually some nice folks to visit with." Maria gave me a nice smile and turned back toward the center of the camp and the pool about 75 feet away from my spot. I watched the very enticing wiggle in her ass as she moved away. She walked about twenty feet then turned slightly and looked over her shoulder at me. When she saw me watching she smiled and moved onward. Perhaps there was a little more wiggle in her walk this time.

I sat watching Maria until she was out of sight. I rose and went inside to change into my swim trunks then followed her to the pool. When I got there Maria was swimming, floating really, in the deep end. There were two younger children in the shallow end with a plump woman I assumed to be their mother. One older couple sat beside one of the tables reading.

I dove into the water and swam a quick three laps then got out and retrieved my pool chair. I jumped into the water and climbed into the chair. It sank under my weight until just my shoulders and head were out of the water. I leaned back and opened my beer then watched Maria. She quit floating and turned to face me. Her feet could barely touch the pool floor as she moved closer to my position. The water was surprisingly cool in comparison to the air temperature. As she came closer I could see her nipples tenting the front of her swim suit.

Maria walked up to my chair and rested her arms on the arm. I was disappointed because this caused her breasts to be hidden behind the plastic arm. She rested her chin on her arms and looked at me. "You're not very energetic are you? I don't see many men sitting in a floating pool chair."

"No I suppose not. I used to own and operate a construction firm. I was on the go all the time and found this chair was a great way to enjoy the water, stay cool and relax when I had time to take off. I guess I still use it for that reason. I can sit in the water and just relax while I watch people. It makes it easier to talk and still stay cool too."

Maria and I talked for over an hour before she had to leave. I found out she was the owner's daughter and had just finished a degree in Business Management. She had been married but her husband drank and whored around so she had divorced him. She had moved back home to help her parents until she decided what she wanted to do with her life. Her parents were semi retired and she was trying to decide if she wanted to operate the business for them or go into business elsewhere. She liked the relaxed atmosphere of the camp but the earnings potential was less than she could have elsewhere.

The next two days Maria and I became closer. She was easy to talk to and a lot of fun. I found myself telling her about my marriage and how I had finally just turned my business over to the kids and took off to forget. We discussed her desires and dreams. I had noticed on my trips away from the camp that there was no store or fuel station for some distance. In addition to the camp, which was a large one, there were several homes nearby. I suggested she and her parents might want to open a small store that sold fuel. Maria became excited about the prospect and we discussed feasibility studies, surveys, to see if the idea was viable.

That evening when we left the pool Maria followed me back to my trailer. I don't know when we did it but we were holding hands partway back to my spot. Maria looked up at me and moved next to me. She let my hand go and wrapped her arm around my waist. I did the same to her.

We stopped outside my door and she turned to face me. She moved closer and I felt her breasts rub against my abdomen. Her arms went around my waist and she stood slightly on her tiptoes to give me a gentle kiss. Nothing was said. She opened my door, took my hand once more and pulled me gently into my trailer. I followed like a sheep to slaughter. It was as if I had no willpower. I followed this beautiful creature into my home in a daze.

Maria pushed the door closed behind us and watched my face as she first removed her top, then the bottoms of her swim suit. I stood staring in awe at the goddess that was displayed before me. I opened my mouth to speak and she placed her fingers on it. When I closed my mouth she grabbed the waist of my swim suit and pulled it down. Without thinking I stepped from the suit. Maria smiled at me once more and sank down before me in a squatting position. She reached for my rampant cock and gently bent it down. She kissed the head then ran her tongue around it. She cradled my balls in one hand and licked up the bottom of my cock, once again circling the head with her tongue. This time she took most of it into her mouth and began jacking me as she licked and sucked.

In no time I was near an explosion. I put my hands gently on the side of her head and began gently thrusting. I felt my cock swell slightly and my balls draw up. "Maria, Honey. You better stop. I'm gonna..."

Maria looked up at me and smiled as well as she could without taking my cock from her mouth. Her eyes twinkled. She continued sucking, tonguing and jacking my cock until I could stand no more. I groaned and thrust toward her. I felt my cock throb and the accumulated seed of nearly a week burst forth. Maria swallowed repeatedly as I spent myself in her wonderful mouth. Her hand cradling my balls disappeared and I heard her moan. I looked down to see her frigging herself. I backed away from her and collapsed into a chair as she screamed and fell back onto the floor. I watched as her cunt throbbed and she worked through her orgasm. A river of clear liquid ran from her pussy down her ass cheeks to puddle on my carpet. 

We remained in our respective positions for a couple more minutes then Maria rose to her feet. She reached for my hand and once more pulled me, this time heading for my bed. When we arrived she pulled the top covers off and lay in the center of the bed. She spread her legs and smiled up at me. Her finger was gently caressing her pussy. She would dip into her glistening hole then pull her finger up her crease and gently rub her little clitty. She licked her lips and held her free hand out toward me.

I moved to the bed and crawled up between her splayed thighs. I bent my head down and inhaled the wonderful aroma coming from her beautiful pussy. I reached my tongue out. I ran it up her slit and across her clit. She jerked and whimpered. I settled in. I gently inserted a finger into her pussy and twisted searching for the special rough spot under her clit on the roof of her vagina. Bingo. I found what I was searching for and moved my head down so I could once more lick her clit as I gently rubber her G Spot. In moments Maria was writhing and moaning. She grabbed my head and whimpered. Her legs slammed closed holding my head in a soft vice as her hips surged. She screamed and her body jerked one way then another. I felt her pussy clamp down on my still invading finger as it squeezed and released me over and over until her orgasm ran its course.

Finally Maria relaxed her legs and gently pulled me until I moved up to lie beside her. She turned and gave me a gentle kiss. "That was wonderful. Thank you." She looked down at my crotch and continued, "Can you go again? I really need you to...Please, can we make love now?"

I felt her small hand grasp my half hard cock. It surged in her grasp and I smiled. "Yeah, I can do that."

I moved over Maria and she gently guided me to the proper position. I thrust gently, seating my cock in her entrance. I began another thrust I planned to be gentle but Maria took control. She slammed her hips up as I moved down. She screamed out her pleasure and raked my back with her fingernails as I moved completely into her pussy on the first thrust. Maria did not slow down. I couldn't keep up with her banging hips. She was an animal slamming her hips upward and relaxing fucking up at me. Finally I got in sync with her movements and we really began banging against each other. I felt her pussy squeeze and relax over and over. She was so tight when she squeezed me it almost hurt. All too soon I felt my balls pull up and the sperm churn in preparation for departure.

Maria screamed and pulled me tighter to her. She strained upward locking her back in an arch. I felt her pussy squeeze and release me over and over, throbbing through another orgasm. That was all it took. I went over the edge with her. My orgasm was so strong it almost hurt as I ejected my seed into her womb. We strained against each other for a moment then, as one, we collapsed. I caught myself and rolled to the side to lie gently holding Maria to me. She turned her head and looked into my eyes. We kissed gently and fell into an exhausted slumber.

I woke the next morning at dawn. I had to piss so badly it hurt. Maria was still wrapped around me. When she felt me moving trying to get up she woke and smiled at me. I felt her arms tighten trying to hold me to her. "Please Maria. I have to find the bathroom or there's going to be a lot larger wet spot in this bed than we have now."

Maria smiled and gave me a gentle kiss before releasing me. I decided to use the camp restroom instead of mine. I grabbed my shaving kit, towel and swim suit then took off. I was only gone about ten minutes but when I came from the restroom I met Maria's father. He looked worried and stopped me. "Steve have you seen Maria? She was going to the pool last night but she never came home. That's not like her. Her mother and I are worried something has happened to her."

'Oh shit', I thought. I just stood staring at him for a moment. What could I say to this worried father? I knew how I would feel if one of my children, even as old as they were when I left home, had not came home or called to say they weren't. I heard the door to my trailer close behind me and saw Maria's father's face when he saw her. His eyes flicked to her then back to my face. I felt myself blush.

Maria walked up beside me and wrapped her arm through mine. "Daddy I'm sorry I worried you. I didn't intend to stay out all night. Steve and I just fell asleep and I didn't get a chance to call or get back home."

I looked at Maria. She was in her swim suit. Not only had I marked her neck with a hicky but she still had that just fucked look about her. She was delightfully rumpled and her body glowed. I looked back at her father. His lips had tightened. He glared at me a moment then turned and walked away without a word.

I placed my arm around Maria and said, "Damn. That didn't go so well. Maria I'm sorry. I don't know how to fix this. You really should have called him or gone home last night. Now I suppose I had better move on before this gets any worse. Do you think I need to talk to him?"

"No Steve. This is my fault. I'll fix it. Please don't leave over this. Please?"

Maria took off for the camp office where her father had gone. I returned to my trailer and fixed coffee. I sat on my pad watching the office. I heard raised voices and I thought I heard Maria crying. Finally I could stand no more and I walked over to the office. I entered and heard Maria and her parents talking in the back. I walked around the counter and into the small break room.

All three members of the family looked up when I entered. Maria's father and mother glared at me when I entered. Maria looked guilty and chastened. "Mr. Hardy I need to apologize. I had no right. I know how I would feel if my daughter had done something like this. I just wasn't thinking and I'm afraid I took advantage. I let the friendship Maria and I had and my need for companionship override my common sense and honor. Please don't be too harsh on Maria. I've paid for a week here but in light of this fiasco I will leave as soon as I can today. Please, I'm sorry I caused this trouble for your family. Maria is a fine young lady and you should be proud of her."

Felicia gasped and held her hands to her face. She started crying and said, "How can we be proud of what she has done this night? We taught her better than to sleep around like that." Mr. Hardy looked to his wife then glared at me. He took a step toward me then stopped. He turned to his wife and pulled her into his embrace.

I felt my face flush and I blurted out another apology. "NO! That is not what I meant. Yes, she, we were thoughtless in our actions but that is NOT what I meant at all. Maria has a degree from a good college. She is bright, educated and capable. She is a fine young woman. I am sure she feels badly about worrying you. Look at the sorrow on her face. But be proud of her for her accomplishments and forgive her, forgive us for our lapse of propriety."

Maria moved to my side and wrapped her arm around my waist. She leaned her head on my shoulder and looked up at my face. I could see moisture in the corner of her eyes. She turned to her parents once more and said, "Momma, Poppa. I told you I was sorry for worrying you. I didn't mean to do that but... Momma I am a woman now and I have a woman's needs. I like this man. He is special and I let my emotions rule me last night. Momma you know he was not my first. Please don't blame him for this. I led him to his trailer and I went into it before him. I undressed myself and threw myself at him."

Maria smiled up at me then continued, "He is only a man Momma. He only did what nature intended when he was faced with a naked woman."

Felicia gasped once again and blushed. Mr. Hardy glared at us both but especially at Maria. He slumped and said, "You're right Maria. You are a woman now and have to live your own life. We just expect more consideration from you while you live under our roof. I don't like the idea of you sleeping around but that is your decision. Just, from now on, please let us know so we don't worry so much."

Mr. Hardy turned to me and continued, "Steve I can't say I like or approve of what the two of you did. Hell, you're old enough to be her father for God's sake. How would you feel if a man your age slept with your daughter? Having said that though, there is no reason for you to leave unless you want to. What's done is done."

"I think it would be better if I left." I turned and began to leave but Maria held onto me. 

Maria looked stricken and said, "NO. Please Steve. Don't leave now. Please. I want to talk to you more about the business and... Just please stay a few more days... For me?"

I relented and stayed another week. Maria and I did talk about plans for the business and for her future. I was never as close to her parents as I had been but they were civil to me. In fact Mr. Hardy became excited about the idea of opening a small market and fuel depot. I made what suggestions I had for the project and spent a lot of time with Maria. She was very special. I felt more alive with her than I had since Joan had died. 

By the time I decided to leave San Antonio it was getting cool back home. Not only did I really not want to go home, I had no desire to return to winter weather so decided to go on to Florida. The day I pulled out Maria cried. She clung to me and made a spectacle of herself kissing me good bye. I even saw some regret on her parent's face. Strangely I found it hard to move on also. I had the card for the business with their phone, e-mail and snail mail address on it. I knew they had my phone number and e-mail address from my check in sheet. Maria stood watching me as I drove off. As long as the camp was in sight I could see her watching if I looked in my rear view mirror.

Once again I found myself driving down I10 heading east. At least this time the scenery was not as desolate as it was west of San Antonio. I had allowed myself five days before I had a reservation that was carved in stone. I made the most of them and had a leisurely drive east.

I owned some time-share resort weeks in a company that had their resorts in the southeast. I had scheduled some time in those units or I might have stayed with Maria longer. I lay around the pools and "chilled" at the resorts but something was missing. I was meeting more good people and enjoying the conversations more and more as I healed but I missed the good times I had in San Antonio.

I moved further south and finally into the Florida Keys, ending up on Key West. It is so crowded there I used my bike almost all the time to get around. I had to be careful drinking and driving but I spent a lot of nights in the local hangouts within walking distance of the RV Park. I also made use of the bus service there. I became friendly with many of the employees of my favorite bars and restaurants. I suppose I had become a resident because I had been there three months. 




Moving On



My children were upset because I did not go home for the holidays but I just didn't feel like doing that. I invited them to come see me but they declined. Christmas Eve found me in my favorite restaurant and bar drinking my margaritas and listening to the holiday music. I had finished my meal and was in no hurry to get back to my lonely trailer. It was 8:30 p.m. and the customers were almost all gone. The employees had closed sections of the establishment and were cleaning up, preparing to close at 9 so they could go home to their families. My all time favorite waitress had been waiting on me all evening. I had noticed she seemed almost as sad as I felt. She came up to my table and said, "Last call Steve. You want another one before you go back home?"

I looked up at her and acted without thinking. I saw tear tracks on her cheek and reached out to wipe them off. She flinched when I reached for her and pulled back. I managed to grab her hand and pulled her toward me then said, "You look as sad as I feel Amanda. It looks like you have been crying. I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't think. I was just going to wipe the tear off your cheek."

Amanda slumped when I said that and the tears started in earnest. I pulled her onto my lap and held her while she cried. Her boss came out of the kitchen and stormed up to us. He reached for Amanda as he said, "Damn it Steve, what're ya doin' to Amanda? I thought ya were a good guy. Now let her go and get out of here before I call the police."

I let Amanda go and started to get up as I said, "Hey Sid. I didn't mean to upset her. I saw she was crying and asked what was wrong. She began to cry harder so I pulled her onto my lap to hold her a while. Don't make a big deal of it. I'm sorry."

I started to walk away when Amanda said through her sniffles, "No, don't go yet please Steve." She turned to Sid and said, "Sid, he didn't do nothing. We were just talking and I lost it. I was feeling sorry for myself all evening and... Well you know why and when he asked me what was wrong..."

Sid said, "Well OK Mandy but if he bothers you just yell. Why don't ya take off now? Me and tha boys'll finish up here. Try to have a Merry Christmas."

Through her sniffles Amanda said, "Merry Christmas Sid."

Amanda watched Sid walk back behind the bar then she followed him. They talked for a short while then he smiled and handed her a large pitcher of Margarita's and two glasses filled with ice. I watched as Amanda glided across the room toward me carrying our drinks. I felt my cock twitch as I enjoyed her "poetry in motion". She had the most beautiful long legs and a super tight ass. Her braless breasts were wobbling enticingly inside her tight crop top. I thought she really should be working at Hooters instead of this slightly seedy bar in Key West but I was glad she wasn't. I liked her working right here so I could watch her perambulate around the room the nights I was here also.

By the time we were half way through the pitcher Amanda had filled me in on her tears. She had been supposed to work the early shift today and had told her live in boyfriend that. Yesterday she had agreed to work the evening shift for one of her friends. The friend had wanted to go out of town for the holiday and wanted to leave early. Money had changed hands and they "traded" shifts.

Amanda had gone to the beach and relaxed then went home in time to change clothes eat a bite and go to work. She found her boyfriend in bed with two of her female friends when she got to their home. Of course she had become angry and they had fought. Since she had been living with him in his small travel trailer he had kicked her out, thrown all her clothes out the door and locked it.

"Oh, Steve," she continued. "Now I don't have anywhere to live and I don't make enough here to rent much of a place even if I could find one on Christmas Eve. Sid said I could stay in a cot in his garage for a couple of days but I don't know what I'll do after. I guess I'll have to move on, maybe go back home if my parents will let me freeload on them for a while. Hellofa thing isn't it? A 33 year old woman running back home to Momma because things didn't work for her. I catch my asshole husband cheating and divorce him and end up with nothing then I find another cheating asshole for a boyfriend and get kicked to the curb by him. Hell, every man I've found my whole life has done me wrong. I don't know why I even bother."

I sat a while thinking about Mandy and her problem. Finally I sighed and said, "Mandy I don't have much room but you're welcome to come stay with me for a while. You can use the other bed in my trailer if you want. It isn't much but I suppose it would be better than a cot in a garage." I laughed the continued, "I guess we have enough in common with what our mates put us through to owe each other some support. Besides, you seem like a pretty nice girl and I would hate to see you suffer more than you have for something some asshole did to you. And believe me, I KNOW how you feel."

I had to talk a little more and do some heavy convincing but that and another pitcher of Sid's really excellent Margaritas convinced Amanda to at least come with me through the holidays. When we left we could still hear Sid clanging around in the kitchen. Amanda let him know we were leaving and we staggered our way outside and down the street to my trailer.

I remember having trouble getting the key into the lock and Amanda giggling as she staggered around watching me. Finally I got the door opened and pointed to the couch that turned into a spare bed. "There's your bed Mandy. The shower and restroom are that large building in the center of the camp or you can use my small unit if you don't mind crowding. I usually use it at night and then use the camp facilities during the day.

I staggered off to bed and didn't know anything else until almost noon Christmas day. I would probably have slept through that but the damn phone ringing woke me up. I fumbled for a moment then muttered, "LO."

I heard Chelsea giggle over the roar of conversation in the background. In a much too cheerful voice she almost sang, "Merry Christmas Daddy. How are you? We sure miss you."

"I was doing fine until you woke me up Honey."

More giggles then, "Woke you up? It's after noon there. Why were you sleeping this time of day?"

I had forgotten Amanda was in the trailer and wandered into the kitchen to begin a pot of coffee. I hadn't taken the time to dress and since I sleep nude I shocked her. The first I remembered she was there was when I heard a gasp. I looked up and Mandy was blushing as she turned her head. "Oh, Crap," I said. "I'm sorry."

I turned and rushed back into my bedroom as Chelsea asked, "You're sorry for what Daddy? It's ok if you take a nap. I'm sorry we woke you up."

I stammered out a reply, "What? Oh, nothing Honey. I just wasn't thinking is all. Everything is fine."

I had pulled my swim trunks on by this time and lay the phone down while I pulled on a shirt. I wandered back into the main part of the trailer to see Amanda making the coffee. She turned and looked at me a moment and got another small blush on her face. She gave me a sickly grin and said, "I guess ya forgot I was here huh?"

"Yeah, Sorry. I hope I didn't embarrass you too much."

"Daddy who are you talking to? I thought you were still asleep? OH! Daddy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt..."

"NO, Chelsea, it's nothing like that. One of my friends got kicked out of her house and was sleeping on my other bed. I just forgot she was here and went into the kitchen to make coffee and startled her. You didn't interrupt anything."

Chelsea giggled and I smiled as I watched Mandy's blush turn into a deep crimson. Chelsea, Alex and I visited for a couple more minutes and I hung up. Mandy handed me a cup of coffee and I said once again, "I AM sorry Mandy. I guess you know now I sleep nude and I just didn't think. I promise it won't happen again. At least I hope it won't."

For some reason Amanda and I 'clicked' and she never moved out of my trailer. The next two months flew by. Amanda insisted since I was providing the living space she provide the food and alcohol. It turns out she is a great cook and we got along super well. We became best buds but that is all. Oh, we became used to seeing each other naked and nearly naked but while I looked and appreciated her body we never had sex. We hugged and even kissed a time or two but that was all.

By the end of February it was time for me to begin moving north again. I didn't want to spend the summer on Key West and I was ready for different scenery. On one of her days off Mandy and I were lounging around the pool sipping on margaritas. I finally bit the bullet and decided I had to tell her I was moving on.

I poured us each another drink and said, "Mandy, I don't know how to say this other than just come out and hit you in the face with it. It's time for me to move on. I don't want to spend the summer here and I want to see my children again. You've helped me heal and I've enjoyed our time together but..."

I saw Amanda's eyes water slightly. There was a quiver in her voice when she said, "I've been expecting this. I knew you wanted to go back north when it warmed up. I really don't know what to do. I'm tired of working at the bar but there's not much else available here for me. I've got a little saved. I guess I'll give my notice and catch a bus back home. Maybe I'll find something there. Tourist season will be starting soon and a lot of places in Branson hire help for the summer. Mom and Dad only live a few miles out of town so I can stay with them for a while."

I went to the camp office that afternoon and let them know I was leaving at the end of the week. It was Tuesday and I figured I could tie up all the loose ends by then. I hoped Amanda could find a place to stay for the rest of the time she was in town.

The next day Mandy came home and told me she had given her notice. She had agreed to finish the week and train her replacement. Sid had not wanted the traditional two weeks' notice. She smiled and said, "I would appreciate it if you could give me a lift to the bus station when you pull out Saturday."

"Sure. Anything for a friend Mandy."

By Friday evening I had everything packed and loaded into its traveling space. All I would have to do the next morning was pull the connections to power, water and sewer services and drive off. Amanda was watching me as I made the final checks. All at once I had a thought. I said, "Hey Mandy. I'm going north and that's on the way back to Missouri. Hell, my family is only seventy or so miles from Branson. If you're not in a hurry to get there why don't you just ride along with me? I plan to stop along the way and really don't plan to arrive home until mid April but if you want to leave sooner you could. Hell, every town closer to home we get the cost of your ticket will be less. What do you say?"

Amanda sat looking at me a moment then she smiled. "I say yes. Thank you. I would enjoy riding with you and that would save me some money. I don't think I'll stay with you the entire trip though because I will need to find a job early. Many of the places begin hiring in March."

I decided to drive up the west coast of Florida. When I got to Ft. Myers I stopped for a week and Mandy and I enjoyed lying on the beach, swimming in the gulf and relaxing. She was special. We just seemed to know what the other was thinking and we enjoyed doing most of the same things. One evening we were in a small beachfront dive that had really excellent shrimp. We shared a couple pitchers of beer and tons of their all you can eat shrimp. A younger crowd was in the majority and seemed to resent the few older people as they classed Mandy and me.

A couple of times one or another of the young men at a table near us came to ask Mandy to dance. She was always polite in her refusal but as each of them was refused the anger built. We overheard several comments about her being a tease and me being an old asshole. We decided to leave and took a restroom break before doing so. When I came out of the restroom I heard a commotion in the ladies room. Mandy was not in sight then I heard her voice saying, "NO asshole. Get your ass out of here and leave me alone. I told you I didn't want to dance with you."

"Listen Honey. You're a real MILF and I wantta dance with you. Now come on. When we're done dancing if you still want to be with that old fart you're with ya can go find him again. We're on spring break and here to par tay so let's get with it."

The women's room door opened and one of the punks that had been harassing Mandy came out pulling a crying Amanda behind him. He saw me and smirked. Mandy looked at me in fear. I didn't say anything. I took a half step toward the punk and kicked. I hit him in the nuts. He let loose of Amanda's hand and bent forward. I raised my knee and slammed it into his face as I pushed his head down. Damn that hurt. He groaned and collapsed onto the floor. I looked at him as he writhed, one hand on his face, one in his crotch. He had left a large smear of blood on my trousers.

I quickly pulled Mandy toward the door. We were almost to it when one of the men at the table saw us. He half stood and said, "What the hell? I thought Joe went to get that bitch. Two others started toward the hallway the rest rooms were in. I sped up and pulled Amanda out the door. As it closed I heard a yell. We rushed into the truck and I raced for the street. We were several feet down the road when the door to the bar opened and three young men rushed out. They stood watching as we drove off.

Amanda was crying silently. I reached for her and held her hand across the console for a moment. It took us ten minutes to get to our RV Park. I led Amanda into the trailer and pulled her to me for a hug. She was shaking and crying as I gently led her to my bed. I sat her down and took her shoes off then lay her back. I removed my shoes and crawled into the bed to cuddle her. We both drifted off to sleep. I woke once in the night to relieve myself. I then went to the front of the trailer and made up Amanda's bed. I spent the rest of the night there. The next morning Amanda woke me making our coffee.

"Steve thank you so much for last night. I know you were in bed holding me for a while. Why did you leave? I didn't mean to run you out of your bed."

"Mandy I had to use the rest room and, well, you didn't need an old man molesting you after what you went through last night. I decided it was better for both of us if I finished the night here."

"You weren't molesting me! I know you'd never do anything like that. Why would I even think..." She looked at my morning wood tenting my pants and blushed a little then continued, "OH. Well I know you would never do anything I didn't want you to do."

Amanda sat quietly through coffee then looked at me. "Steve I've had it. I want to go home. I think if you'll take me to the bus station I'll just leave you here."

"Well, I can do that if you want but I think I'm ready to move on also. Why don't we just pack up and pull out. If I find somewhere I want to stop again I can take you to the bus station there. That'll save you more money and it sure won't cost me anything extra since I'll be burning the fuel to move on down the road anyway."

Amanda smiled and nodded her head yes. "Ok if you're really going to leave anyway I'll stay with you until you stop again. Just don't leave on my account."

"No after last night I'm ready to move on too. I doubt those assholes will turn us in even if they did get the license number of the truck but I would just as well move on anyway. I would hate to run into them again later where all of them could come at us at once if they were feeling vengeful. I had planned to move on to Bradenton or Clearwater in a couple of days anyway."

Mandy smiled her thousand watt smile and gave me a big hug. "Anything I can do to help get us on the road boss?"

I gave her a couple of the easier jobs then began my tasks to ready the rig for motion. It was strange but I was beginning to be anxious to return back home to Missouri. I had seen some beautiful country, met some wonderful people and relaxed but I was ready to get back into the traces. I was tired of my life of leisure and ready for a challenge, for some productive work. What surprised me though was I was not looking forward to returning to my home town and business. I still felt sickness in my soul thinking about Joan and revisiting the locations we had been.

As we were driving down the road Mandy and I talked about home. She said her parents had a large lot on the lake around Hollister, Missouri, a small town just south of Branson. She reminisced about her childhood and the fun they had in the lake and running the hills. Her description reminded me of a piece of property I had inherited from my wife when she died. It totaled a little less than 26 Acres and was on the lake near Hollister also. She had inherited it from her parents when they died. It had been her maternal grandfathers until he had died. It was all that was left of a rather substantial farm that had been appropriated by the government when the lake was built. He had retained ownership to that small parcel and at one time had operated a fishing camp on it.

When we came to the turn off to Bradenton I kept the truck heading north. As we passed one after another of the exits for Clearwater Mandy would look over at me. I saw her looking at several RV parks that would have normally caused me to pull off and stay a while. Finally she turned to me and asked, "Steve why are we going on? I thought you planned to stay in this area for a while?"

"You know Mandy sometime this morning I decided I was tired of Florida and was ready to be home. It's nice weather here this time of the year but I suppose I have moved on and healed. Listening to you talk about your home and the lake and hills has made me homesick. I think I will just go on back to Missouri at least for the summer. I can drop you off at a bus station if you want but since I'm going back home I thought you could just ride along with me. I should get us back home almost as soon as a bus would and it will be a hell of a lot more comfortable for you."

"You sure Steve? You're not just doing this for me are you? I wouldn't like that. I appreciate all the help you have given me and the ride especially but I don't want to ruin your trip."

"Naw. While you were talking I remembered a small parcel of land my wife and I...Uh I own on the lake near Hollister. I haven't been there in years. My wife inherited it from her family and now I suppose it's mine. There used to be a fishing camp or resort on it. I think I'll find it and see what it's like. I may just pull my rig down there and stay a while. I am still not ready to return to my old home and face everyone. I'm sure the whole town knows what Joan did to me and I don't want to face that. For some reason I can't get excited about returning to my company either. My son and daughter are running it as well as I could from the financial reports I have been receiving so why bother. Besides if I return their income would decline some and they are young and need the money to get started in life."

"Ok Steve. If you're sure you're not doing this just for me I'm fine with it."

We made it back to Amanda's home in three days. It was a real bear getting the rig down some of the small narrow roads to her parent's home but we did it. She was welcomed with open arms and a lot of tears. After meeting them I tried to make my exit but her father would not hear of it. He had me pull my trailer up next to their house and plugged me into their water and electrical system.

Amanda had told her parents how I had helped her so they treated me like royalty. I did notice a few questioning looks though and I was sure they were wondering about Mandy's virtue. I mean, come on. A beautiful sexy woman living with a man for almost three months and they aren't sleeping together. Hell, even I wouldn't believe that one even though I knew it was true. I loved Amanda to death but we were friends not lovers. I just can't explain it. She was one of the very few available women I had known that I hadn't either fucked or wanted to fuck. Oh, sure, I perved over her but not to the extent I decided to test the waters, to sample her wares. After a week I think we even convinced her parents of that fact.




Moving On



One evening I was sitting on the patio when her father came out with a couple of Newcastle Ales. He sat beside me, handed me the beer and said, "Ya know Steve I just can't figure you out son. You're a fine fella as far as I can tell and I appreciate your helping Mandy like ya done but... Well, hell, I just don't understand how ya 'all can be like ya are. Hell, I know how I'd feel if my wife done what yourn did but..."

I felt a surge of pain when Frank brought up Joan. He seemed embarrassed when he saw the look on my face. I said, "Ya know Frank I've done some things on this trip I'm not real proud of. I had my share of women, especially at first. I guess I was trying to get even with Joan or something. Hell, I don't know, maybe I was trying to prove I was still a man, still desirable to women or something. I don't know. When I first met Amanda she was working in a bar in Key West and I was attracted to her but we became friends, buds. When her boyfriend kicked her out of her home and I invited her to live with me for a few days I promised her I wouldn't bother her that way. I guess we fell into a pattern or something but neither of us felt the need to move on to something more I suppose."

Frank looked at me and shook his head. We just sat after that and watched the sunset as night came to these beautiful hills. After the sun had dropped behind the hills Frank turned to me again and said, "Mandy tells us ya got a piece of ground here on the lake somewhere. She said ya was agonna maybe stay there fer a while?"

"Yeah I thought I would try and find it. I haven't been there in ten or twelve years I guess. It was my wife's. She inherited it from her grandparents. There used to be a fishing resort on it and I thought I might spend the summer there if I can find a way to get my trailer down to a good spot."

Frank sat in thought a few minutes then said, "Ya know, there's a piece of ground about three miles or so down the road that might be yours. There are some old docks on the shore and a few cabins that're falling down. I think some woman lives in the best of them and sortta takes care of tha place. Tomorrow's Saturday and I'm off work. We can go look at it if ya want."

"I've got a map in the trailer. Let me get it and maybe we can see. I knew it was close here but wasn't sure just where it was. I was going to call around and try to find someone who could direct me if I couldn't find it." 

I got the map and returned to my chair. Frank and I looked it over and he said, "Yep. I think that's tha place." He looked over at my rig and continued, "We'll take my little Jeep Wrangler if ya don't mind. Some of the roads down here can get pretty rough and are narrow. No sense in taking your truck until we know for sure we have the right place."

The next morning early, just after breakfast, Frank and I packed a cooler with lunch and beer then took off. At the last moment Amanda came running out and jumped into the Jeep with us. "Hey guys. I wantta go too."

I think we drove almost seven miles by road to get the three miles as the crow flies but we finally arrived at a gate with a "No Trespassing" sign on it. We were positive this was the place so I decided we would just go on in. Another three hundred feet down the narrow trail we came to a steel cable stretched across the road and another no trespassing sign on it. This time the cable was padlocked. We couldn't get past it except on foot.

I said, "Well, looks like we hoof it from here. I don't have a key for the lock with me. Not sure I even have a key."

We walked for about a quarter mile when we turned a corner and saw the unkempt grounds of a small resort and the cabins. Only one of them looked livable and it appeared to have been the office and bait shop. I could see a decrepit dock behind the cabins and then the beautiful lake.

We were walking around visiting when a very upset woman came out of the cabin. "What the hell are ya all doing here? Can't ya read? This here's private property and I know ya passed at least ONE No Tresspassin' sign ta get down here." As she got closer I saw a small pistol stuck in the waistband of her pants.

"I'm sorry to bother you ma'am. We saw the signs but unless I'm in the wrong place I own this land so I'm not really trespassing. I wanted to come down and look it over. If it's my land I thought I might pull a trailer down her and spend some time. Did this used to be the Rory Fellows place? If it was I inherited it when my wife Joan died. I'm Steve Rowland."

The woman relaxed a little when I said that. She looked me over and said, "Yeah, this used to be Rory's place and I remember little Joan. I guess ya're ok but ya shoulda called me or sumpin. I suppose ya want me to move out now huh?

I looked around the place and said, "No, there's no need unless you want to move on. As I understand it you were supposed to look after things for the right to live here. I can see you have done some work here but I would like to see more done. If you still want to live here I can use the help cleaning up a little more."

"Listen mister! I have to work to eat ya know. I do what I can here but I gotta work in town to pay fer food and other things too."

"Hey, Hey. Hold on. I didn't mean you weren't doing things here and I understand we didn't pay you anything. All I said was I could use your help to do more. With the two of us working I want to get the place looking a little better ok?"

"Well OK but I don't like it when ya let on like I've not been doin' my job here ya unnerstand?"

Frank and I wandered around looking at the place trying to decide where I might park my trailer. Mandy stayed to talk to... Hell, I didn't even get her name. Shortly Mandy caught up to us. She said, "I think Jolene is in a better mood now. I explained some things to her and she's calmed down some. You know Steve some of these hill folks are sortta touchy. You'll learn but you need to be a little careful how you talk to some of the folks around here until you get to know them. You've lived near here but the folks in your part of the country act a little differently than we do down here. Of course a lot of the ones who work in Branson, in the tourist industry, have adapted a little but even then, on their own ground they sort of revert to a different outlook."

It was still late March and cool weather was the norm. Beginning the next morning I began working to get my rig down to the camp. Getting down the state and county roads would not be too difficult but I had to cut some small trees and brush to get down the trail to the old resort. It took all day to do that. I had purchased a chain saw to accomplish that task and decided to leave it at the resort. I knew I would need it again soon and didn't see any reason to keep carrying it back and forth.

Jolene had been out to watch me work a couple of times during the day. When she saw me walking toward the cabin she occupied she came out on the porch. "Hey Jolene. Guess I'm done for the day. Thought I'd leave the saw here if you have a safe place for it."

"Yeah, I've been using the old maintenance shed for the few tools I use here. I keep the mower in there too. Let me get the keys and I'll be right back." When she returned from inside Jolene handed me a key and continued, "Here Steve. This is the extra key to the lock. If ya lose it I keep mine on a nail beside the front door and an extra door key is hanging on a rafter of the second cabin over there."

When we got into the maintenance building I looked around. All the equipment was old but it appeared Jolene had taken pretty good care of it. She saw me looking and said, "I know it isn't fancy but me and my man tried to keep all the old stuff up as best we could. Lost him to a heart attack couple of years back. Now it's just me. Kids have all moved off to town. Have one in Branson and the other's living in Springfield with his wife. Gets lonesome down here but I just can't leave. My husband's daddy was caretaker here when old Mr. Fellows still lived here. When we got married we lived in Hollister until we had to move out here to take care of him. When he died we just stayed on and did the best we could."

"That's fine Jolene. I appreciate it. Before I leave I'll give you my cell phone number. I guess you still have my address in case you need something? I know we've got a few bills from you in the past that we needed to pay."

"OK."

"Well, guess I'll wander around a little then get back to my trailer. I think I'll try to bring it down tomorrow. I haven't decided where I'll park it permanently but at least I will have it here and not have to drive back and forth."

I had to be careful the next morning but I did get my trailer down to the camp. I set it near Jolene's cabin for a while so I could use the water and electricity hook ups there. That morning I spent some time looking over all the cabins and grounds to locate a more permanent place to park. I finally found just the perfect spot and went to work preparing it. It was at the far end of the more open grounds and had a perfect view of the lake. I could see the sun coming up in the east and setting in the west. I had afternoon and evening shade and thought I would catch cooling breezes off the lake too. It looked like I was cleaning up an old camp spot. I found a water pipe sticking out of the ground with a freeze less faucet on the end. When I tried it I didn't get any water flow though. There was a fallen down power pole at the edge of the brushy area too.

By mid afternoon I backed my trailer into the spot and leveled it. I spent the rest of the day stacking and burning brush and trash. When Jolene returned from work she walked part way to my trailer and stood looking around with her hands on her hips. I smiled and waved as I walked up to her. "Well Steve I see ya found a good spot fer yer new home. You've sure made a difference in tha place too. Making me feel a little lazy though. You get twice as much done in a day as I do."

The next morning I went into Branson and found an equipment and tool rental business. I rented a back hoe with a front end loader on it then returned to my new home. I spent the rest of the day digging a new water line to my trailer and using the loader to push some of the smaller brush out and stack it. Once again when she returned Jolene stood and looked over the grounds. She shook her head and went into her house this time without saying anything. The next day after I laid the water pipe from the well house to my trailer I covered it and smoothed the trench out. I worked on the road next cleaning the ditches and pushing more brush away from the edge. I also cleaned a lot of the beach down to the lake and along the small stream that ran beside my trailer and into the lake. I dug up a clear patch for a garden also then returned the back hoe.

I seeded grass in the areas I had torn up and covered it with straw the next day then just sat most of the afternoon and relaxed. It was in the sixties and I hung my hammock where I could look over the lake and chilled out.

My next project was to repair a part of the dock so I could get my boat out of storage and tied up. I planned to do a lot of fishing when the seasons opened. I was spending some money fixing up the old place but not much. It was cheaper than what I had been spending on my trip and I think I was happier.

I had been keeping in touch with several people I met on my trip around the country and they were all interested in my project. In fact a couple of them had said they would stop and visit me if I had a place for them to park their rigs for a few nights. I got excited about that and spent several more days working around clearing pads for friends to park. I called my son and had him bring one of our back hoes and dump trucks down for me to use. I did more road repair and hauled several loads of gravel to improve it then I decided after I had ran more water and electric lines that I would pour concrete pads in the places I had cleaned up for RV's. By now Jolene was no longer surprised when she returned home and found another major change. In fact, some evenings she even came out and helped me if I was still working.

I had also kept in touch with Maria and her parents. She was really interested in my little project and every time we talked she wanted to know what I had done since the last time. She kept gushing over the pictures I would send her and one time she said she would really like to see the place in person. I said, "Well why don't you? It's really nice here in early June. Why don't you come up and see me then. Bring your parents if they want to come too."

"You know I just might do that. Can you make me a reservation somewhere?"

"NO. I have a cabin here that's not in too bad a shape. I'll clean it up and fix the major problems and you and your family can use it if you all come. If it's just you that's ok too. I have several friends that plan on dropping by throughout the summer and have some pads set up for their RV's so if you all want to drive a rig up you can use one of them also."

My children thought I was crazy to do all the work and spend the money on the old camp but after a heated discussion they admitted it was my land and my money so if it made me happy it was fine. Besides, I think they decided they might enjoy coming down and spending a few weekends when it was warmer!

In mid May my first visitor showed up. They pulled in with a 36' fifth wheel and just barely got it down the drive! We took several minutes to site it on the pad properly then hooked it up. The first day they were there we just visited and caught up on happenings. Over the next week or so they did the tourist thing, took in shows in Branson and even used my pontoon boat for a day on the lake.

Just before the first rig left another of my friends pulled in with a slightly smaller fifth wheel. We set them up and they followed the pattern of the first couple. Jolene was still unsure of her reaction to the changes but I did find her visiting with the folks some evenings. The second couple and I were visiting one evening and they were complaining about the long drive into town for groceries, beer and so forth. "Steve why don't you stock a few things in the store over there? It would sure make it easier for your customers."

"Whoa there hoss," I said. "I'm not running a RV site here. This place has been in my family for years and I just poured a few pads so my friends and family could park when they dropped by."

"What? Hell Steve you're sitting on a gold mine here. I guess I thought you were going into the business. I've been telling some of our friends how nice it is here and a couple of them told me they planned to come by and stay with ya. I'm sorry I misunderstood. I'll have to call them up and let them know they need to find someplace else to stay when they come to Branson."

When the first couple pulled out they tried to pay me for the space. I refused because I had told them I considered them friends and guests, not customers. "Hell Steve. That's bullshit boy. (He was a Texan and when he talked you knew it) I do consider ya a friend but you put a lot of work and money into fixing up this place. We've used your water, power and sewer system. You need something for that at least." He pushed a check at me and said, "Here. Take this check for the power and water at least. Besides, I never did pay you for the boat and fuel we used. I know it's not as much as some of the nicer spots charge but I figured $30.00 a day for the pad and I added another $250 for the boat and fuel. Now I won't take no for an answer. Hell, me and the old Lady want to come back. This is a right relaxing place ya got here. If ya had a pool it'd be perfect."

When the second couple left they also insisted on leaving me a small check 'for the power'.

To my surprise late in the afternoon of June 1 I got a phone call from Maria. "Steve did you mean it when you said I could visit you the first of June?"

"Of course Maria. Are you coming? I would really enjoy seeing you here. I've missed our talks and I would love to see you again."

"OHHHH Good. I was afraid you were just being polite. When can we come?"

"Any time you want to show up Honey. I'm not doing a thing except puttering around here. I've already had a couple of friends stay a few days but they left last week. It's just me and the caretaker here right now."

"Steve we're in Hollister right now. Can we come out tonight?"

"Hell YES! Do you need directions or I can come and lead you in. What are you driving?"

"We brought Daddy's Motor Home. Is that OK?"

"OH Shit! It's going to be a tight fit Honey. The camp will handle it fine but a couple of the corners on the road will be tough. The county road down here is really narrow too."

Maria and her parents plugged the address into their GPS and before I much more than got the gate open they were there. I looked at the Class A motor home and stared. Hell I knew they were huge but this one looked like a monster trying to turn into my little narrow driveway. 

I watched and directed as Phil, Maria's Father, slowly made his way through my gate and started down the road. I walked in front of him and watched. There was one sharp dogleg corner that worried me. When he got to it he got half way around it when I had to stop him. His rear wheels were going off the road into the ditch and it was deep enough he would get stuck if he continued. I came up to the coach and had him back up. Luckily I still had the back hoe and a couple of loads of gravel at the camp. I went to the camp and brought several back hoe bucket loads of gravel to fill in the ditches on either side of the corner so he could drive into them and get around the corner. One place I had to cut a couple of tree limbs so he could get under them.

Jolene was standing in the yard staring with her mouth open when we came into her sight. She just stood and watched as Phil backed his rig into the spot nearest mine and hooked up. When he came out to hook up his lines she walked up to us and said, "Well, I never in my wildest dreams thought I would see something like this down here. Ya all must be crazy to bring that thing back here in the hills."

I was still listening to Jolene when a small shape jumped off the last step of the RV, dodged around Phil and jumped into my arms. Maria wrapped her legs around my hips and slammed her mouth against mine in a kiss. My arms instinctively wrapped around her supple waist to hold her. It was a moment before I kissed her back then I disentangled myself from her. I stepped back a short step and looked at her. Her eyes were shining and she was flushed. Her breasts were heaving as she breathed rapidly.

"Oh Steve it's so great to see you again. I've really missed you!"

I looked over at Phil and Felicia as she came down the steps. My mouth was hanging open and Phil grinned. He shrugged his shoulders then winked. Maria moved up next to me and wrapped her arm around my waist. To say I was gob smacked was an understatement. I didn't know how to react and I think Maria finally picked up on that. She stepped away from me a little and looked up at my face. "Steve is something wrong here?"

"Uh no. You just surprised me is all. It's great to see you all."

About then a small car pulled into the yard near us. I looked over and smiled as Amanda jumped from the vehicle and skipped up to me. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek then stepped back. She looked over at my new guests and said, "Hi ya all. I'm Mandy. I didn't know you were here. I just came over to talk to Steve for a minute then I'll be out of your way.

Mandy's eyes were sparkling and she was almost jumping with excitement. Her beautiful breasts were bobbing within the restraints of her bra. The evening sun made her thin sun dress almost translucent. You could tell she was all woman for sure. She said, "Steve I had to stop here first and tell you the news. Oh, Steve I got the job! I'm the new Assistant Manager at Ride the Ducks. I work from Noon until we close. Now I can pay you back for all the money you spent on me in Florida. I just had to tell you before I went home."




Moving On



"Mandy Honey, we had a deal in Florida. You bought the food and I paid for the trailer space. You don't owe me any more than that. I would have spent most of the money I spent on the two of us if it had just been me anyway."

"Yeah, I know but I owe you for the trip home at least and I intend to pay."

Maria was staring at Amanda and her jaw was set, her eyes glinting. I thought I saw tears in the corner of her eyes. I could see a hint of that Hispanic female temper I had ran into a time or two in San Antonia. She turned and almost ran into the RV. Felicia looked over at me and she followed Mandy without a word.

Phil looked at me and Mandy shook his head and continued with his set up of his RV. Mandy looked at me then over at the RV. "Steve is something wrong here? I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

"I don't know Mandy. This is Maria and her family. I think I told you about them? They have an RV park near San Antonio. We became friends while I was there and I invited them up to visit. They just got here and I thought things were ok until you got here."

Mandy looked thoughtful for a moment then grimaced and said, "Awww Crap. This is the girl you were talking to all the time isn't it? The one you're sweet on? " I nodded my head yes and she continued, "Steve I'm sorry. I think I really blew this one for you. Crap! Hope I can fix it now."

Mandy went around the front of the RV and said, "Sir I think I made a big mistake here. May I go into your RV and try to fix the problem with your daughter and wife?" I didn't hear what Phil said but Mandy came back to the door, knocked then entered without waiting.

I was standing watching the door when Phil came back to stand beside me. About that time I heard Maria screaming inside the RV. I couldn't make out what she said but I knew she was NOT happy. I heard a smack and Mandy shouted then I heard Felicia's voice raised also.

Phil looked at me and said, "Well Son I think we got us some real trouble here. If you had another woman I think you should have told Maria about her before we got here. You know she's not even looked at another man since you left us. All she could talk about was coming up here and seeing you son. How long you been with this lady?"

I didn't know what part of Phil's conversation to address first. I was in shock. Hell, I knew Maria and I had been close in Texas and we had screwed like bunnies but crap. Hell, I was 40 and she was what, maybe 28 now? Crap, she wasn't much older than my children and it sounded like she was thinking we were a couple. Damn, what did I do now? I admit, if I got involved with another woman Maria or one like her would sure be a good catch but damn, she was just a kid!

I finally decided to cover all his questions but in reverse order. I explained about Amanda and that we were just good friends. I explained how we came to live and travel together then I said, "Dammit Phil. I had no idea Maria thought we were more than just great friends. I..."

Phil looked over at me and said, "Son do you think my Maria just jumps into bed with any of our guests? I thought more of you than that."

"Oh shit Phil. You know that's not what I meant. I just...Oh, hell, I don't know what I meant. I guess I really fucked this one up didn't I?"

The RV had been quiet now for some time. The door opened and Amanda came out. She had a red splotch on her cheek. Maria followed her looking chastised, her gaze downcast. Felicia was last in line and she looked sheepish yet satisfied. I heaved a sigh when I didn't see any blood, well not really. I did walk up to Amanda and touch her cheek. She took my hand and held it. "It's OK Steve. I think we have things settled. Now I have to get home. Walk me to my car?"

Mandy pulled me away from the group. When we got to her car she stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek again then whispered, "Steve that woman loves you to death. If you have an ounce of brains you'll lock onto her and never let her loose. Now I need to get home and you need to talk to Maria."

I hugged Mandy then closed her car door after she got in. I watched her drive off and then I turned and walked back to the Hardy's who were standing beside their RV watching me. Maria looked guilty and was watching me with what appeared to be fear etched on her face.

I walked up to the group and took Maria's hands in mine. I squeezed then reached up and raised her chin until I could look into her eyes. Neither of us said anything. I turned to her Father and said, "Look, I hate to be a poor host but could you and Felicia sort of relax for a few minutes. I think I need to talk to Maria please."

Maria looked fearful once more. When we turned and began to walk away I saw a slight wink in Phil's eye. I wondered if he was that confident or what? Hell, even I didn't know what I was going to say or do.

Maria and I were quiet as we walked. After a few steps I felt her take my hand. I looked down at her and caught her glance up in my direction. I led her to a clearing I had opened up. I had my hammock set up there and a couple of yard chairs around a fire pit. The grotto was secluded. You could not see the RV Park from it but you could see out over the lake to watch the sunset and sunrise. There were some low bushes to protect you from direct sight of boaters unless you stood in just the wrong position because I sometimes lay in my hammock nude. I had a short path to the stream where I had a small swimming hole I used when I wanted to skinny dip.

Instead of sitting in the chairs I stopped and turned toward Maria. I pulled her gently into my embrace. I kissed the top of her head, took a deep breath and said, "Maria I suppose I'm just a clueless male here. I knew we were close and we had some great times in San Antonio. I felt closer to you than any woman I have found on this journey of mine. I think it was you that really began my healing and helped me move on from my wife's betrayal and death. You were my friend and lover when I needed both desperately. I have always looked forward to our conversations on the phone and I was very excited and happy when you agreed to come visit me.

"I just." I took a deep breath and continued, "I just never considered...Hell, I have a son 6 years younger than you. I didn't understand how you felt about me."

Maria began crying and said through her tears, "Steve how could you? Do you think I jump into bed with just anyone I meet in the camp that is handsome and chats me up? Do you think I'm some sort of Puta, a Whore? I thought you felt as I did. Your age means nothing to me. Nothing. I don't care about the age of your children. I care about YOU. When you left I thought we had an agreement. We agreed to stay in touch while you healed further and we agreed to see each other again. After I met you and we had our times together I saw no other man who made me feel the least bit interested. You showed me a man can be gentle, loving and caring and yet be muy Hombre, all man. Now you tell me you do not love me, that I was just a piece of ass?"

"NO. Maria, never that. I... You are so much more than that to me. You are a wonderful beautiful intelligent woman. I think about you a lot and I enjoy your company immensely even when we are not making love. I just never considered that you might think of me as more than just a great friend. If, no, when I marry again I would consider myself lucky beyond measure if I could marry someone like you..."

"But NOT me? Is that what you're saying Steve? Not a child like me?"

I tilted her head up and gave her a gentle kiss. "No Maria. That is not what I'm saying. I need some time to wrap my tired old brain around this...this wonderful gift you are offering me. I think of you many times even when we have not talked on the phone. I have become aroused many times just thinking about you and I have missed you terribly. Even when Amanda and I were living together I thought about you. Did she tell you we never became intimate?"

Maria nodded her head then smiled briefly before she whispered, "I'm not sure I believe her though. She is a beautiful woman and a good person I think. I am not sure any man could live in a small trailer with her for three months and not take her to bed."

I held Maria to me and said, "Honey even when I saw her partly dressed I rarely became aroused. I didn't think about it until just this evening but you were the last woman I made love to."

Maria pressed her lips together tightly then said, "That's good Steve but how many did you Fuck after you left me?"

"None Maria. There were many before you after Joan died but none after. I wondered about that at times but decided I was laying off because of Mandy..." Maria began to tear up and I could see the anger in her face. I hurried my speech and continued, "NO. Maria that is not what I meant. I meant I usually brought women to my trailer and since she was there I didn't feel...oh, hell. Anything I say now will be wrong. I admitted I didn't have any interest in other females after we parted. Oh, sure I admired a beautiful woman as any man will but I never even tried to take another one to bed with me. I just wasn't interested. Only one time has another woman been in my bed since I left San Antonio and that was Amanda. One night we were at supper and some college boys tried to accost her. She was upset and I held her in my bed part of the night. We were fully clothed though."

Maria smiled and said, "Yes. She told me about that night. She said her feelings were hurt when she woke and found you sleeping on the couch she usually used. She said she had wanted you to make love to her and you did not even attempt to do so. She said the next morning she found you in the bed she usually used with your morning wood and you were embarrassed and told her that was why you had left her bed." Maria laughed and said, "You know I think I believe you. I think you love me and just are too stupid to see it. We will see. Now shall we go back to Momma and Poppa?"

The second night Maria and her family were there she came to my trailer again. I had been asleep and the first time I knew she was there was when her warm naked body slid into my bed and she threw her leg over mine while she pressed her wonderful breasts against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her tighter to me. She sighed and nuzzled my chest. We dropped off to sleep once more.

I woke before she did the next morning. We were still holding each other with her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her beautiful body and felt my cock rise. I moved slowly trying to get out from under her. Maria moaned and reached her arm completely over me pulling us tighter together once more. She woke and raised her head. She moved and gave me a gentle kiss as her hand found my stiff cock. Her eyes glistened as she looked at me.

Maria moved rapidly over me and held my cock. She scooted back slightly and guided me to her slick vagina. She gently set me into place then thrust her hips back taking almost half of my cock the first time. "Ahhhhh," she said. "God I've missed this." 

We didn't do slow and gentle this time. Maria was a wildcat. She rose up to sit straight and slammed down onto me. She began rapidly rising and slamming down on me as she took what she needed. I watched her tits bouncing for a moment then reached up and grabbed them. I pinched her nipples between my index finger and thumb. I twisted slightly and Maria screamed and slammed down on me. I felt her cunt flutter and her hips twisted and rocked back and forth as she had her orgasm. The contraction and release of her cunt over and over combined with her hip movements pushed me over the edge. I groaned and grabbed her hips. I pulled her tightly against my groin as I thrust upward lifting us off the bed. I felt my seed pumping into her wonderful tight pussy.

Finally we both relaxed. Maria fell forward against me and lay on my chest as we resumed our normal breathing. She lifted slightly and gave me another gentle kiss. She giggled and jumped from the bed to rush to the small bathroom in my trailer. When she came out she dressed in her shorts and a crop top that she had apparently worn into my trailer. She grinned at me and said, "It's late Honey. Momma's fixing breakfast for us. If she's on time and she always is it will be ready in about five minutes." 

She leaned in to me once more and I received another gentle kiss. "I'll see you there sweetheart." She turned and I watched her beautiful ass wiggle from the room and out my door.

The rest of the week we visited fished, lay around the camp or took in some shows they wanted to see. Sometimes we looked over the buildings and location. The more they saw the more Maria and Phil tried to talk me into reopening as a campground and RV park.

On Friday morning Phil and I went into town to buy some supplies and groceries. I was still doing a little work every day but very little. Mostly I was buying groceries and supplies I needed to entertain Maria and her parents. When we returned Maria and Felicia were working in the cabin that was in the best shape. They had torn off a lot of rotten boards, had the carpet out of the living area and were partway done with tearing out the ruined kitchen cabinets.

Maria turned when we walked into the cabin and smiled at me. She came bouncing up to me, hugged me and gave me a deep soul searing kiss. Then she stepped back and looked at me sort of guiltily. "Honey please don't be angry with us for starting this work before we talked to you again. We had been talking this morning after you left and decided this cabin could be renovated for very little money. Even if you purchase new appliances and cabinets I think we can do it for less than $5,000.00 if we do the work ourselves.

"One of your friends called while you were gone and wanted to drop by and visit if you were going to be home and had room for their RV. I told them to come on that there was plenty of room. Was that OK? Anyway after I did that we talked about the cabin like I said before and decided to start working on it. If we can get it done next week it will be finished for them to see while they are here. I know it will rent for at least $700.00 per week and I think in the heaviest vacation season you could get at least $900.00. If you do that you will recover your renovation costs before the summer is over.

"We can send pictures with them of the cabin and the Park itself for them to show others and I know Mom and Dad would display pictures at their Park when they go back home. We have heard several of the RV'ers who stay with us say they intended to come to Branson or they had been here recently. As beautiful a park as you have I am sure that some of them would come here to stay even as far from town as it is. A lot of people don't like the hustle and bustle of a large park in a crowded area. I bet you would get a lot of the sportsmen also. Please can we complete this cabin at least?"

I laughed and hugged her. Her enthusiasm was impossible to resist. "Ok, OK. We'll finish this cabin and I'll clean up a couple more RV sites. I'll call Alex this evening and make arrangements to keep the backhoe longer and have him send down some of the tools I'll need."

Maria looked sheepish and said, "Thank you Honey. I know you won't be sorry. Uh, do you think we could put in a small shoppette to sell some items people would run out of rapidly? You know, dry groceries, sodas, some canned goods and so forth. If you advertise for fishermen you could even stock some fishing supplies. I bet if you got a liquor license you would make a killing selling beer to your guests too. We sell a lot at Dad's Park. Could we do that please?"

Again I laughed then said, "I'm not too sure about that Maria. Jolene is living in the old office and store and that is where we would have to put those things. We'd probably even have to replace the coolers too. I'm not sure she would like to have a store back in her home."

"Could we ask please? Or we could set up another cabin as the office and the store if she won't let us use her cabin. I hate to say this too, uh, Jolene is a nice person but you know she really isn't doing much around here to earn her free rent either. I think you should ask her to do more or maybe start charging her something..."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that Honey. Let me think about that for a while."

Saturday morning Maria and her mother went into town to look for carpet, cabinets and so forth for the cabin. I think Phil was taking a nap. I was sitting in the shade resting when Jolene came out and sat beside me. I decided now was the time to broach the subject of the small store and some of the other points Maria had made.

"Jolene how're you doing this beautiful morning?"

"Guess I'm doin' ok Steve. Just feeling a little crowded or something. I guess I'm feeling guilty too. I know I've not been much help to ya around here evenings and weekends. Hell, you do everything during the week I used to do on weekends. Place's a little busier now than I was used to. Doesn't have the same feel if ya know what I mean. Steve I don't think I want to keep on here if you bring in a lot of folks always runnin' around poking their noses in things and always underfoot. I wanted to ask you what you were planning on doing here."

"Jolene I'm sorry. I guess I should have talked to you about that earlier. When I came down here all I wanted to do was pull my trailer in and live in the quiet like you were. Then I got some calls from friends that wanted to come see me so I made a few spaces for them when they visited. Now... Hell, I don't really know how to say this where it doesn't sound bad but I guess Maria and I..."

Jolene laughed and broke in on my conversation. She said, "Yeah, I know about that. Hell a blind woman could see what was going on there. When're ya going to make it permanent? I don't think that woman is planning on going home when her parents leave ya know. It aint right to keep her hanging on, not knowing how permanent ya want her to be.

"That aint what I was sayin' though. It looks like you're gonna make this a RV park here and I don't want to be livin' in one of those. Is that what you're doing Steve?"

"I hadn't planned on doing that but I guess I sorta fell into it Jolene. Maria is really excited about it and Phil and Felicia think it would work. I really don't want to quit working at my age but I don't want to go back home and take over the construction company again either. I guess I'll let Maria talk me into opening a small RV Park and see what happens. Hell, she even wants to put in a small line of groceries, snacks and beer to sell to our RV customers and fishermen that she thinks will use our dock."

"I was afraid that was what was gonna happen. Steve would ya be upset if I found another place a little more private and moved on?"

"No I understand. I can't say I really want to put up with the more rowdy folks either but I guess I will for Maria. Have to admit I have come to love that girl and if she wants an RV Park I guess I'll let her have it. She grew up in one so I know she knows how to run one."

Phil and Felicia were going to stay another two weeks. That would be long enough to help me get one cabin renovated and most of the heavy work done on the store and office. After Jolene moved out Maria and I would rebuild the living quarters in the office building and move in there. We had a large living, kitchen dining area and two bedrooms in the back of the office and small store building. That was plenty for the two of us. I have to admit I had plans to make it pretty fancy too. I did like my creature comforts in a house. When I was RVing it or camping things were different and I accepted a lower level of luxury but my home was my castle and I wanted it to be very comfortable.

One day while we were in town shopping before her parents left I bought Maria an engagement ring. I don't remember asking her to marry me but I can't say I was upset at the way things worked out either. She led me into the store and we picked out the ring. Her smile lit up the sky the rest of the evening. Every time I looked at her she was either looking at the ring again or her mother was. 




Moving On



Hello, 

Welcome back to my world of werewolves and vampire. This is the fourth story in the She Wolf series. Margaret and Lakota talk. This is a short story and there will be no follow up chapters.

I hope you all enjoy it. So sit back, read and then relax. This chapter continues the story line from Ivanovs chapter seven. 

Thanks to Overstar for editing and revising. Any errors found are not a reflection on this gentleman.

IR2R

Margaret Kent had been home for a several months now and Lakota still refused to see her. He said she rejected him. That wasn't the case. She just needed space and he didn't seem to understand. Margaret recalled the last argument clearly. That's where it all went wrong. Why did she have to go on the offensive? She could have just apologized because in a way he was right. 

Margaret closed her eyes and her heart hurt. She needed him, and hoped that this last attempt worked. She looked at a picture of all five of her grandchildren. They were so beautiful. She smiled. Then she looked at the photo of Julianne and BJ. He was the perfect mate for her shy, socially conscious daughter. These last few years were a challenge for Margaret. Her husband Oscar had died two years ago, and her daughter married and moved to Texas. She loved the people that surrounded her little girl. There were so many babies born and she adopted each and every one of them.  Thinking of Nina, Amerie, and Elise was hard, because they were with men that loved them despite everything. It was that deep longing prompted her actions today.

"Mrs. Kent, I called and relayed you message. Do you want me to call their resource department?" Her assistant, Natasha, asked. 

"No, I just want to talk with him before taking any real actions." Margaret replied. A few minutes passed and she was alerted to a visitor from security. Margaret set her shoulders. She knew her he would be ticked. But out of everyone, he should have understood.

*****

Lakota drove to Margaret's office. He was furious. She basically dismissed him, and he was trying to go on with his life. Well she wouldn't mess with their businesses. He could have had one of his Betas go, but she demanded him. He wanted to settle this once and for all.

Lakota stormed in the offices at Kent Distributing. He walked pass the receptionist and straight to the elevator. Knowing who he was, the young lady at the desk alerted security. Lakota took then elevator to the top floor and walked into Margaret's office. He nodded at the Assistant and went straight in. 

"Lakota that was quick. I was not expecting you to respond so soon. Please have a seat." Margaret stated indicating a seat for him.

Lakota took a moment to take in her appearance. She was beautiful. It had been months since he'd seen her last. "Why are you doing this? Exactly what are you up to Margaret? You claim there is a problem with our accounts. Will you clarify?" he demanded. 

"Actually Lakota, I would rather discuss this tomorrow. That is why I asked you-" he interrupted

"Asked, is that what that was? You were asking. No, more like you demanded my presence." He exhaled and sat down. "Now you have my attention. Oh, and if I find that this is some bogus attempt to discuss anything other than business, you will hear from my attorneys." 

Margaret froze, but maintained her cool composure. She had to decide. Did she continue with her farce, or confess and hopefully he wouldn't sue. She called this meeting and refused to give up her control. Since she and Levin had taken control of the company profits held strong. 

Margaret leaned back in her chair and stared her angry mate down. "Lakota, we will meet on this issue tomorrow. You can feel free to bring your attorneys as well. I will explain in details what the issues I am concerned with are. Now if you don't mind, please leave." She ordered. Her heart was racing. He looked damn good.

He fumed, "This is not over, Margaret. I will see you early." Then he stormed off to call Reina. 

Reina was at her office when she learned of the call from Margaret. She called Levin immediately. "Baby, I'm headed to her office." Levin assure his mate. Reina was due to give birth any day now and Levin did not want her upset.

Knocking on her door, Levin waited for his old friend to tell him to enter. "Come in, Oh good, Levin I think..."

"No, Margaret, you did not think. Why did you do this? If Lakota takes legal action, we'll lose. There is no reason to drop their account. There are no problems."

"I never dropped anything, just said I did." Margaret sat defeated. "I wanted to see him. He won't talk to me Levin. I..." she stopped talking, completely defeated.

"I care about him Levin." Margaret sighed. "Since I went to Texas, he's just..."

"Margaret, you hurt him. Look, Reina and I will talk and try to get a handle on this, but next time, call me first. Alright" he stated.

"Thanks Levin, I'm sorry." she whispered.

"Look, Margaret, it will work out. I know you are hurting too, and it's unfortunate. Believe me one day this will be a great story to tell the kids." Levin sighed, and hugged his friend. These two have to work this out. They belong together. He thought.

"Hey, I'll be alright. If these past few years have taught me anything, it's that I am stronger than I think, right?" Margaret surmised.

Levin chuckled, "Yes Ma'am. Now let me call my wife. I want to see if she got to her brother before he called his legal team."

"OK, I'll finish up here and head home. Call me and let me know what to expect, alright?" she asked.

Looking at his friend, Levin nodded. His brother was hurting, and he understood that, but he did not have the right to treat a woman this way. Especially a woman he claimed to love. 

Love, I'll deal with Lakota. If you approach him, he'll see it as a challenge.  Reina sent as she sensed her mates agitation.

 I can take him. He might beat me to a pulp, blacken both my eyes, and knock out a few of my teeth, but at least he might listen. he sent. 

Reina laughed. Yes, but then I'll have two babies to care for. Hurry home love. 

Lakota walked in to her home as she closed off communication with her mate. "Reina, I wanted you to know I'm suing them for breach of contract. Margaret cannot jerk me around like this." 

"Really Lakota, is this necessary? Did you even let her speak, or did you go all Alpha?" She asked. 

Lakota stared at his sister, and then noted her condition. "Wait, how are you and my nephew? You don't need this headache. I'll call John to deal with this."

"No, no you will not. Lakota, if you have any hope of getting her back, stop this right now. We both know she really had no reason to drop us. Other than the call from her assistant, was the resource department contacted about this?" his sister asked.

Lakota paused, "Wait, let me call Peter." He then called his Chief Operations Officer. Lakota was pleased to learn that their relationship with Kent Distributing was solid and profitable.

He hung up and told is sister so. "So she just wanted to see you, and you were an ass, as usual. Look, you need time alone, just the two of you. Take her to the cabin for the next week. You both need to talk, and decide if you want to be together." 

"Reina, it's not that easy." She rejected me. She left and didn't even bother to call and tell me she was leaving." He exhaled. "When I talked to her, she reminded me that she didn't have to be with me. I took it to mean I was not what she wanted so I gave her freedom." He looked at his sister, and she wanted to smack him.

"Right, because whatever Lakota wants, he gets." Reina took a deep breath, and rubbed her expansive midsection. "You knew her daughter would give birth that week, and she was on high alert. You also knew she was aware that you instructed Sharon not to disturb you when you were in a meeting. She gets a call and hops a flight, her own plane, by the way to be with her daughter. Did you even greet her when you saw her that night? Or did you simply reprimand her for not calling you?"

"Reina, you don't understand. I was terrified when I found out she left. One phone call, that's all she had to do." He exhaled. 

"Look, we can argue for hours, but I don't want too. This weekend, you two need to go the cabin. You need to resolve this. If you don't then I'm banning you from LJ." She added.

"Come on. You cannot be serious. This is my nephew. I'll talk to Levin about this" he growled. 

Reina smiled, "Big brother, Levin is my mate. He won't take your side. First because he has more to lose, and he is mad at you anyway because of how you've treated Margaret."

So tomorrow when we meet, the two of you go away for the weekend. Lakota, I ask that for the first time in your life, you need to listen, OK." Then she smiled and said, "Big brother, I need a hug. Lakota smiled and helped his sister stand and gave her a tight hug, his nephew took a moment to kick reminding them of his presence. They laughed and he caressed her growing belly and said "He's definitely your son." He teased his sister.

Lakota nodded, "OK, I will meet with her in the morning. Will you and Levin be there?"

Lakota left and went home. Levin came in and scented his presence. Rowling, he found his gorgeous pregnant mate working in the nursery.

"Lakota stopped by." he stated. 

"Yes, and I will be with him tomorrow. So husband, we face off once again." She teased

"No, I will not have you upset. Reina, it isn't good for LJ. No arguments." Levin stated.

Reina rubbed her stomach and let him rant. "Baby, are you finished. Your wolf feels better now?" she asked.

"They are going away for the weekend. He's taking her to the cabin, because Levin they need to talk." She explained." That is what we will explain to them both tomorrow. I want nieces and nephews. Our son needs cousins, and they are dragging their feet. So to settle this, I've demanded that he takes her there they need to talk this out."

"Wait, how did you pull this off.?" Levin asked, not really surprised because his mate could be convincing when she wanted too.  

Reina laughed, "Um, I told my brother, I'm banning him from seeing LJ."

Levin laughed, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her tenderly thanking Luna for bringing this beautiful young woman into his life. Here he was at fifty-four, and he'd just started living. This beautiful woman gave him back a reason to go on.

*****

Margaret could not sleep. She had a meeting with Lakota the next morning and she knew he was furious. He had every right to be. After lying awake for hours, she was finally able to doze. 

The next morning Margaret dressed and arrived at her office early. Levin came in with Reina. The two women embraced and Reina assured Margaret that they'd settle this issue. Around nine, Lakota arrived and was escorted to the conference room. As soon as he entered, his eyes landed on her. She was magnificent. Her dark hair was twisted in a tight bun, and he hated it. Her hair should be free, flowing over her shoulders. She was talking with Levin, and he could see that she had not slept. His wolf was agitated, but he subjugated the animal. 

"Lakota, please come in and sit down," Levin invited. Several members of the board were present, and Margaret began to speak. 

"Lakota, gentleman, I must apologize. There is no issue with our account, and I apologize for alerting you needlessly." The board members looked around and mumbled. Lakota listened and heard someone say she should be removed from her office. Another agreed, and they would call a meeting later. 

Lakota became irritated. No one would remove her from anything, especially her own company. So he spoke. "Mrs. Kent, my attorney explained the mistake to me last night, and I accept your apology. I do have a matter we need to discuss, if you all don't mind." He addressed the entire group.

"Well, Mr. Gaines, let me thank you for being so understanding, and I too apologize for the mix up. Margaret, we will meet later today to discuss this." the gentleman addressed her. Lakota held back a growl. No one had the right to address her that today and that man was lucky he didn't rip his head off.

Margaret, simply nodded as her parlor became paler. His wolf growled, because his mate was ill.

"Thank you gentlemen, I'll have Natasha set it up." Margaret replied graciously.

The men left leaving Lakota, Reina, and Levin alone with Margaret. Levin looked at his friend, and he knew something was wrong. He inhaled and could scent the illness that had taken hold of her small frame. Margaret sat down. Lately she felt so tired, and could not figure out why.

"Margaret, are you well?" Levin asked, already knowing the answer. Love, we need to get her to a hospital. he sent to his mate.

 I'll take her. Lakota growled. Margaret was searching her desk for something, unaware of the conversation her friends were having. Finally Reina spoke, "Margaret, are you feeling well? Do you need to see a doctor?" she asked

Margaret eyes flew to the younger woman,. "I'm just a bit tired Reina, I'll be fine. She tried to stand and felt ill. 

Lakota's wolf took over. "No you are ill and I will care for you. Once you are better we can deal with whatever else is wrong."

Margaret looked at her mate, and simply nodded. Levin was on the phone and then he spoke. "Margaret, I called Dr. Smith, she said come on in. " He moved to help her stand. "Reina, will you come with us?" He asked his mate, not leaving her alone so close to the birth of his son. 

Lakota spoke, "No we take her in my car. Let's go." Margaret gathered her purse and the four left her office. Levin informed Natasha that she'd be out the rest of the day. Lakota's driver had them at her clinic in mere minutes. 

They walked her in and she was taken straight back. The nurse asked that only one person go back, and Levin and Reina allowed Lakota to go. The nurse took her vitals and they waited for her Doctor. Dr. Smith came in and examined her. Lakota watched. Soon she finished and spoke. "Margaret, your blood pressure is too high. You need to take a break. I know you are CEO of you company, but it's not good for you. You need to delegate."

"Dr. Smith, I promised my daughter that I would run this company in her absence. I can't just..." her head began swim. 

Dr. Smith made an announcement. "I'm admitting you to the hospital." Margaret wanted to argue, but she felt too bad. What made it worse was that Lakota got to see her at her weakest. She left to make arrangements to admit her in the hospital. 

Lakota watched her and cursed himself. He should not have ignored her. He put his mate at risk because of his own arrogance. Reina was right, he was an ass. Well, that was about to change. If his mate would not care for herself, then he'd care for her.

Margaret looked away. She hated appearing weak before him. He would not want her if she was weak. An alpha's mate had to be string. He won't want me now. He will find someone else, she thought. Lakota took her chin and made her face him. "Margaret, you will be alright. I'll make sure of it. I won't leave your side."

Her breath caught and she couldn't speak. All she could do was look in his eyes and dream of him.

Dr. Smith came back and instructed Margaret to go to admissions. They would keep her for a few hours. If her blood pressure leveled out, she could be home tonight. They left the office and Lakota explained to Levin and Reina what was going on. He then took his mate to the hospital. She was admitted and given a room. Lakota never left her side. The nurses came in and checked her and she was told to rest. She couldn't because she needed to say something to him. 

As soon as they were alone, Margaret spoke. "Lakota, I'm sorry about what happened last year. I could have called like you said, but I just didn't take the time too." She took a deep breath, "Can you forgive me?" She asked.

He looked at her and smiled, "Always Margaret, but I owe you an apology. I had no right to try and chastise you. And to make it worst I've spent seven months ignoring you. Like it or not, you are mine. Margaret and I won't live without you."

His possessive tone caused her to stiffen. Oscar was the same way when she was younger. At first, she thought it was wonderful, but in the end she lost who she was. She'd spent the past two years fighting to gain back her independence. She could not let a man become her all and all once more.

Lakota watched the play of emotions on her face. Levin often mentioned her late husband, but he never talked to her about him. "Margaret, when you are released, I want us to spend some time alone to talk. I need to know about him. Will you tell me?" he asked. 

Margaret looked deep into his eyes and nodded. Lakota then kissed her forehead and she felt safe and loved. Reina knocked and she and Levin entered.

"Margaret, I called Julianne. I told her what happened, and she and BJ will be here shortly." He explained.

"No Levin, I'm fine. She has the children and it's too much..." Lakota silenced her. "if she learns of this and he had not called, it would upset her more. You are her mother. Let her come to check on you."

Margaret wanted to argue, but he smiled and for a second, she forgot what she was angry about. Reina stood and started to rub her back. Margret noticed and said, "Reina are you having contractions?"

"Reina replied, "No, just some back pain." Levin was on high alert.

"Levin, you're already at a hospital. All they'll have to do is take her to delivery. She'll be fine." Margaret teased her friend. Reina started to laugh when another pain hit.

"Oh boy, either your son is ticked off, or he's about to be born." She groaned and her mate almost flipped. 

"Oh God, oh God, we're not at the compound." Levin chanted.

"Um let me call and get someone to get you there, soon Reina was about to speak when water splattered to the floor."

"Um baby, big brother. That won't happen." She whispered.

Levin lost it. Lakota was on edge and Margaret calmly pressed the nurse button. Her nurse came in and took in the scene. Within a few minutes, Reina was rushed to maternity and prepped for delivery. Fortunately the pack had members that worked at the hospital, and two of their nurses were on her delivery team.

Lakota wanted to stay with his sister, but he needed to be with his mate. He was about to leave. Reina, wailed, and grabbed his hand and Levin's. He decided to calm her down and took on the role of big brother.

Soon the doctor came and ordered him out, and only Levin could remain. Thirty minutes later Levin Martin, Jr. entered the world screaming at its injustices. Levin cut the cord and held his son for the first time. Reina was prepped and moved to her room for the night, and the baby was taken to the nursery.

Levin walked to Margaret's room to share his great news and was happy to see that BJ and Julianne had arrived. They both congratulated her uncle and Julianne went to meet her new cousin. The nurse had just placed LJ in her arms when Julianne walked in. Reina was very protective of her son, and would not allow anyone to hold him, so Julianne simply looked at him and admired his beauty. 

She then returned to her mother's room because the doctor was supposed to come and see if she could be released. 

Dr. Smith checked Margaret's chart and decided to let her go home. She wanted her to take a pill to control her blood pressure and she needed to come back to her office in three days. Margaret agreed and her daughter prepared to take her home. They rode with Lakota and soon realized they were not going to the mother's house.

Lakota explained that they would stay at Wildwood, where Margaret could rest and not worry about doing anything. Julianne looked at her mother, and noticed that she was not arguing with him. It dawned on her that she might have been more ill than they were told.




Moving On



Once they arrive, an omega took their things to their rooms. Lakota had Margaret placed in his room, because he refused to sleep without her next to him.

Lakota had the omegas to serve his guest dinner at his home and expressed to them they were welcomed as long as they wished to stay. Margaret was a bit tired, and he offered to show her to her quarters. Lakota led her to his room. She knew it was his before he even made it there. 

She turned to face him. "Lakota, thank you for allowing me refuge here, but I need you to understand that I need time. We need to talk and then you can decide if I'm the woman you really want."

He stroked her cheek and whispered. "I already know, and yes you will sleep here. I'll sleep in another room. Rest love." He kissed her forehead and bid her good night. An Omega went in to help her dress if she needed assistance. Lakota went to his office and had an Omega to prepare the empty bedroom next to his mate for the next few nights.

Margaret awoke the next morning and called her office. She explained to Natasha that she was on medical leave and would be out a few days. 

Julianne was up early. She decided to stay for a few days until after her mother's doctor visit. Depending on what the doctor said, shed contact the Alphas and ask that her mother be allowed to stay with her and BJ. She was not leaving her mother alone I the city.

Lakota was up early and checked on Margaret. She got up and realized she did not have any clothes. She'd ask Julianne to go get something from the house. As she was searching for her phone, a young girl came in carrying two outfits. They were nice, her size and all.

Margaret dressed and Lakota escorted her to the dining room in his home. Julianne hugged her as soon as she entered, inquiring about her health. Margaret assured her that she felt a lot better. BJ faced Lakota and asked permission to say a few days until after his mother had a follow up with her doctor. Lakota knew what BJ and his wife were thinking, and under normal circumstances he would agree. But Margaret was his, and he would not allow her to leave and go to Loess falls. 

"As I said last night, you are welcomed as long as you wish to stay." He responded. BJ heard the unspoken words and submitted as was proper. 

"Momma, let's eat breakfast and then I'll call and check on the children, alright." Julianne said. As she and her mother headed to the dining room where the Omegas had brought over food for them, BJ took a moment to speak with the Alpha. "Alpha Gaines, she is her mother. To lose her would destroy my mate. I don't know what happened, but I know she's been hurting a long time. When we leave, I would like for Margaret to come with us for a few weeks at least." 

Lakota listened and decided to answer honestly. "BJ, you are honorable, a good husband, and a good son. I can understand why you feel this way. However, I need time with her. I cannot let her go. I know had I been a better mate, I could have gotten to her before she became ill. I will make this up to her. I can't decide what she will do, but I ask that you and her daughter let her stay here and give us a chance to figure out our relationship."

Margaret and Julianne were eating breakfast when BJ and Lakota entered. Lakota quickly moved to Margaret's side, and scented her. She still had a light stench of illness, but it no longer permeated her skin. "Lakota, I am fine. I think I'll go back to my home today. I really appreciate you letting us stay last night."

Julianne stiffened. If her mother insisted, she'd go with her, but if she did not stay at Wildwood she would have to come with them to Loess falls. She would not leave her on her own. Lakota spoke, "Margaret, you can return home if you would like. I cannot make you stay here, but I think you should, because if something else goes wrong, someone will be here to help you." Margaret started to argue, when Julianne spoke, "Momma. Can we stay here for a few days? I mean at least until you go back to your doctor." Margaret looked at her daughter, and realized how scary this was for her. "OK, we can stay. Besides it's almost like being at a resort." She hugged her daughter and they laughed. Silently, Lakota breathe a sigh of relief.

He had to report to his office, so he bid his guest a good day as he fought the urge to kiss his mate. As he went to his office, he smiled. Last night with her in his bed was the first time he actually rested in years. He would make sure she had no worries, and when she went back to the doctor, they would talk about the future. He decided to work from home, and as he was working Margaret walked in

"Lakota, can we talk? I mean if you can spare a minute." Margaret spoke quietly.

Lakota was happy to see her. "Yes, Margaret, please sit." He offered.

"Julianne is calling to check on the kids, and then she and BJ re gathering some things from my house for me. I wanted to thank you for helping me. You di-" he silenced her.

"I am the reason you became ill. You reached out to me and I was being an ass. It will not happen again." Then he took and a breath, and added, "we need to talk."

"But can we talk when we get time alone. Levin and Reina will be home soon and with BJ and Julianne here, I would rather..." she hesitated

"OK, as soon as you're cleared. We'll go to my family cabin, and take a few days." He then pulled her close and kissed her temple. Margaret hugged him back.

"Ok, but just because I'm not 100% right now, don't think I'll let you run over me." She replied. 

Lakota smiled, His mate would be fine. All he had to do now was convince her to accept him and spend the rest of her life letting him pamper her. 

"I'm calling the office to check in. What time will Reina and Levin be here with LJ?" she asked. "We need to make sure they have food, and their room is prepped for them. As well as make sure Reina knows we are available to help with the baby." Margaret smiled. "I remember when Celia brought Benny home. She was so possessive, but now I know it's a wolf thing. When Julianne brought Nevaeh and Heaven home, I was so glad to be there." Margaret realized she was making plans in someone else's home. Embarrassed, she blushed, "I'm sorry Lakota. I've overstepped my boundaries. I'm sure you staff has everything in hand. I just felt like I could help. It's the least I can do. I just want to be prepared for their arrival." Lakota sat smiling. She was definitely his Alpha Bitch, and he needed to convince her of that fact.

*****

Julianne and BJ were riding to her mother's home. Julianne was silent. Jules, your Mom is fine. She's just stressed out. After she sees her doctor, we can talk and decide what to do next. If she needs to, she can come home with us.

"BJ, if she had been alone, she could have had a stroke. They didn't tell me Daddy was sick, because he was trying to protect me. Knowing mother, she has been feeling ill long before now, and it caught up with her." She took a breath and BJ knew she was crying. His heart broke, but he knew Lakota would want her with him. "He won't let her leave and be with us. She's his mate. I can't stay here because we have to go home to our children. The kids are fine, but Marisol is terrified we won't come back. I miss them BJ, but I can't be there and here too."

Pulling into her mother's yard, BJ got out and held his mate. As he held her, Margaret's neighbors came out fearing the worst. He assured them she was fine, but staying with a friend until she was better. They were grateful and told Julianne, they would watch her house for her. Jules thanked the elderly couple and they hugged her. 

Then Mrs. Paul went inside to help Julianne gather her mother's things. BJ sat with her husband on the porch. He and the gentleman talked. "I was so happy for my friend Oscar when he brought his bride home. Most people thought he was crazy for marrying a girl that much younger than him. He was old enough to be her father. They fit you know and that girl loved him. Miriam took her under her wings and thought her the basics. She learned quickly. To hear she's ill, ... Well I hope she will be alright. Will you keep us posted?" he asked. BJ nodded.

Julianne was collecting her mother's underwear when, Miriam stopped her and addressed her. "Julianne, your mom will be fine. Ok, sweetheart, don't worry."

Soon the two women had packed enough clothes for the next two days. Miriam hugged Jules and told her she'd better stop by and see them before going back to Texas.

BJ drove back to Wildwood, holding Julianne's hand. He knew what he needed to do and once they were back, he and Julianne would talk. When they arrive they learned that Margaret was prepping for Reina's arrival with the new pup. She was right in her element, and Jules was relieved. She joined in and the whole pack was excited and deferred to her Mom as Alpha Madam. Her Mom didn't realize that they accepted her in the role.

She smiled, and was content. Her mother's mate was an Alpha. As soon as they mated, the wolf gene would heal her and she'd be around a long time. BJ, Mom is awesome. She will be a wonderful Alpha Bitch. The people love her. BJ was sitting with Lakota when he laughed.

"Well, it seems my mate approves of your mating with her mother Alpha Gaines." BJ spoke freely to the older wolf.

Lakota nodded, "Now I have to convince her mother. Any suggestions?" he asked 

BJ looked pensive for a moment, "My mom always said, be true. That sage advice has helped me my entire life. You simply tell her the truth, but you need to make sure you listen to what she says. Besides, we haven't been to a mating ceremony in a while, and Malcolm and Kyra are taking too long. So we are looking forward to coming back and bringing the kids."

The mood changed and became very solemn, BJ froze .He needed to ask, but hated the thought of leaving Loess Falls. However, Julianne was his whole world as were his children. If she needed to move here and be close to her Mom, then they were relocating. His Mom and sisters were fine. They were well protected. He had to focus on what his mate needed.

Lakota knew what he wanted to ask before he even spoke. "BJ, I love you and Julianne to death, but I can't let you join my pack."

BJ was floored. "What? Why not?" He didn't understand. 

Lakota took a deep breath. "You are protected in Texas. No vampire will touch your pack. My pack has no such agreement, and you, Jules, and the kids would be vulnerable. I won't allow that. Don't take this the wrong way. You are a strong Beta, and if it weren't for your other family members, I'd let you join in a heartbeat, but I can't put you or my pack in danger."

Surprisingly, BJ understood. But he also knew that the vampires would protect that pack just because they were family as well. His wife's mother afforded that protection. He then realized that Alpha Gaines had no idea. 

BJ smiled and nodded, "Well Alpha, how often can we visit?" he asked.

Lakota laughed. "As often as she pops in on you."

*****

Later that evening, Reina and Levin came home. The couple went straight to their quarters. Margaret's plans worked perfectly. After Reina and Levin settled in, Reina made an observation of her soon to be sister. 

"Margaret has been here one day, and the house is running like clockwork. I'm impressed." She observed. Levin was holding LJ, admiring his son. 

"Yes, she's always been bossy. Even, when she married my best friend, she would always organize things for every situation." He chuckled.

Reina watched her mate closely. When he mentioned his friend, there was a subtle change in tune. It was common knowledge that Margaret's husband, Oscar Kent, loved her to distraction, but what was he not saying.

"She needs to tell Lakota the truth. Once she does, they can work through the rest." He added finally, as he placed his son in his mother's arms. A knock interrupted them as two Omegas came in to help tend to their Madam Alpha. 

As the Omegas, took the baby and dressed him. They help Reina bathe and change as well. Levin sat waiting on them to finish. When they were done, he told Reina some not so happy news. "I have to go to the office tomorrow. I think they will try to use this to get her removed as CEO of the company." 

"What? That's her company. They can't do that." She argued. 

Levin sighed, "If she's perceived as sick, they will. I'm going to make sure they don't. I may have to ask Julianne to go with me. One of them needs to be there to block the vote."

Levin explained to her how Margaret ended up taking control of the company. Oscar died, leaving the company in his daughter's care. These two men, Lee and Lakes, decided to carry out a coup, and take control of the company from her. Julianne was working seven days a week to hold on to the company and the men treated her horribly.

Margaret got a phone call one day from Julianne's assistant who was in tears. That's when she decided to fight. She called him. He was living in Florida trying to get over a nasty divorce. Margaret was like a sister to him. And to hear what these people were doing made him see red. He came home and he and Margaret took control of the company and prevented the takeover. 

Now that she was ill, he feared someone else might try a seize control. 

Reina was furious on Margaret's behalf. "Levin, do you need me to do anything?" she asked.

"No Love, I can take care of this. We just need to make sure two of the majority shareholders are there. I just hope they didn't have a meeting today and vote, because neither of us was there to block it." He added.

"Take them to court, and sue. Under the Federal Medical Leave Act, a vote in her absence would be unconstitutional. I can get my legal team on it." Reina stated. No one would run over Margaret. She liked that woman and considered her a sister.

Levin laughed, "I love you Reina. But right now I want you to focus on healing and caring for our son. I can handle things at Kent's."

Reina was sleepy and LJ was already napping. He took his son and placed him in his bassinet. He then kissed her forehead, and went in search of his niece. Margaret, Jules, and BJ were talking and Lakota was laughing with them. 

*****

Sticking his head in, he spoke and Julianne quickly hugged her uncle. BJ congratulated him, and everyone asked about Reina and LJ. He assured them she was fine. They talked and Levin informed them he was going to the office the next day. Margaret was about to say she'd go with him, when he spoke. "Margaret, you are on medical leave. I do need Jules to go in, just in case." he stated. Julianne agreed, immediately, but Margaret was truly concerned. She remembered how her baby had been treated before and she would not sit there and give them another shot at her. 

Julianne smile, "Momma, I'll be fine. Uncle Levin, what time do you need me to be ready?" she asked.

Levin answered, "Can you be ready around seven? I want to get there early. I'll see if Reina can let you have one of her suits; you two are about the same size." He added.

Julianne nodded. BJ held here close, but he understood that she needed to do this. "Love, do you want me to come with you. If anyone upsets you..." he stopped.

Jules chuckled, "Are you going to beat up all the guys in the office, honey?" she asked teasing.

"Yes, I will take on the whole group to keep you safe."  BJ stated holding her close.

"BJ, she will be fine. No one will mess with my niece." Levin assured him.

They talked a little longer and soon everyone was ready for bed. Lakota walked Margaret to his room, and found he didn't want to leave her. Even to sleep in the room next door. Margaret looked at the handsome man before her, and her heart raced. "Lakota, you can let go of my hand now." She whispered. 

Lakota smiled, and kissed her knuckles. "Did you rest well, last night?" he asked.

"Surprisingly, I slept well. Your bed is amazing. I almost hate to leave it." She joked.

Lakota's wolf growled, "You never have to." He pulled her into his embrace and she did not resist.

"Lakota, we need to talk." Margaret whispered.

"No, we don't. We need each other." He lifted her and carried her to his bed. He placed her on the bed and joined her. He kissed his mate. She tasted divine. Lakota fought with his wolf that demanded he mate with her right now. 

Margaret was so hot. She'd never wanted a man as much as she wanted him. Her need for him scared her. She knew she'd give in, but she could not go back to what she was. He had to understand. 

"Lakota, wait. I can't." she whispered. He was obviously frustrated, but Margaret needed to explain. "I want you. I won't deny that, but I need you to know some things about me. It might change the way you feel, and I'm afraid to tell you."

Lakota was interested. "I'm not leaving, and we can talk now. Tell me."

Margaret looked at the man that could break her and took a deep breath. "Lakota, promise me you will listen to the whole story."

Lakota inhaled her scent, and he could tell that she was having an issue. He spoke, "Margaret, we can talk about whatever it is now or later. But I need you to know that the past is the past and you are my future. Nothing that happened back then matters with me.

Margaret took a deep breath, and relaxed in his embrace. For the first time since before she lost Oscar, she felt safe, protected. She smiled and then whispered, "Will you stay with me for a while Lakota? I don't mean to lead you on, but I feel safe with you."

"Of course, love. I won't leave. OK." He promised.

"OK, let me change. I'll be right back." She whispered. 

She took out her nightdress and went into the bathroom to change. Lakota took a moment and stripped down to his boxers. Margaret walked back in and he scented her arousal instantly. However, he would not take advantage of her. So he climbed into his bed, and she joined him. He held her close as she lay on his chest. She kissed his pectoral and his heart pounded. "Sleep love. I'll be here."

Margaret snuggled close and soon drifted off. Lakota lay next to her, holding her, fighting the desire to simply wake her and love her the way he needed to. 

*****

The next morning, Levin and Julianne reported to the office. Everyone was happy to see Julianne. Many people welcomed her back. She stopped by her old office and saw her friend Natalie. Natalie was so happy and she congratulated her on her new twins, and wanted to catch up.

Levin waited as the two women visited. Then he wanted to remind her that they needed to meet with the other executives. Then he and Julianne went to the conference room. They wanted to discuss the error Margaret made and Levin was ready. Julianne wasn't sure what happened, but since she'd become a wolf she was bolder now.

"Levin, Julianne. We're glad you are here." Board member Clark Watson spoke. Out of all five members, he was the most outspoken when defending Margaret.

The board wanted to vote the day before to try and oust her, but Watson stood his ground. He was relieved when Levin walked in and had Margaret's daughter with her.

"How is Margaret, by the way?" he asked, clearly concerned.

"Momma is fine. She just needs to rest a few days." Julianne explained. "Now it has come to me that you are all concerned about an unscheduled meeting Momma had with a client, am I right?" she asked.

The board launched into their complaint. Julianne and Levin listened. They could not admit the action was personal, so they decided to remind the group of who really held the power in the company.

"Let me ask you something. If Daddy was here and he did this, would you be up in arms about it?" she asked quietly.

The men looked around the room, and only one spoke. "I would because if Mr. Gaines files a complaint it affects everyone here."




Moving On



Julianne nodded. He did have a point, but that wasn't the real problem here. Her mother took things to far, and it needed to be rectified. "Look, gentlemen, Momma made a mistake. Fortunately, disaster has been averted, but you all have messed up over time as well. As soon as she returns, I'm sure she'll issue an apology. Our relationship with Gaines Inc. had not changed in anyway.

I won't try it influence you, but I will say this. This is my family's company. If you continue in this witch hunt against my mother, we will put it to a vote. Now what I would like to suggest gentleman is that you go on and do your jobs. When mother returns, you can meet and voice your concerns to her. If you try and vote without her, or one of us being present, well... I don't have to finish that thought, right?" 

Clark was sitting there smiling like a proud papa. He liked this girl. She was as tough as Oscar claimed she was. It seemed that getting married had made her stronger. He wondered could she come back into the company. He realized she lived in Texas, but something could be worked out. With wireless communication, she could work from home and pop into her office at her convenience. He'd ask her. The worse thing she could say would be, no. 

*****

Lakota awoke with her in his arms. She was sleeping so peacefully, that he hated to wake her. He shifted and she woke up. "Don't go." She whispered.

Wild horses could not drag him away at this point. He held her tightly and she felt his member pressing into her body. He wanted her, and she wanted him just as badly. However, she needed him to know some things.

"Lakota, can you stay with me today. I am ready to talk." She asked.

He agreed, and then they got up and dressed. They went to the kitchen and had a quick breakfast, and he took her back to his private suite to talk.

Margaret asked him to sit, and then she kneeled before him. "Lakota, this story is hard for me to tell, but I need you to listen. Promise me you will listen."

He nodded, praying that whatever it was he could keep his word.

*****

"I met Oscar when I was seventeen years old. He had just started the company and I applied for a job as a janitor." She smiled. "It was my first legitimate job, and I was excited."

Lost in the memory, she continued. "I had no family, just two other latchkey kids I shared a local store space with. Not a space really just an abandoned building and we used a hydrant from a nearby store to get water for bathing, drinking, etc.... The three of us had only each other. I was the youngest; Bo and Tia were a little older. Often Tia would go out and earn money some nights. Bo would go watch out for her. Soon men would pay him, and he'd let them come to where we lived. It was safer, and if the guy tried to hurt her, Bo would put him out. He took care of us, and since I was the youngest, they both watched out for me the most.

A new company was opening on the docks and they needed everyone. Bo used his influence to help me get hired. Tia wanted to work, but he said he could only get a job for one of us right now. I knew he would let men have sex with her for money, but he never did that to me. 

The weekend I turned seventeen, Tia was being dropped off, and the man looked at me. Bo told him, no and he left. That night he had a fight with Tia because she wanted to know why he turned her out but was keeping me safe. The man was willing to pay a lot of money for me. He said, "I was a kid." He hated doing that to her, but we had to eat. If the job worked out for me, maybe he could get them on too.

Tia said he was right, I was still a kid, but the guy was scary. Bo was quiet, then I remember he said, "We're cutting him off. No more dates with him, Tia." Tia agreed. When Bo would go try and work during the day, and Tia and I were alone, the man came back and watched me. Tia went out one night and came home hurt. Someone had beaten her, and we had to get her to the hospital." Margaret paused. The memory was so painful, and vivid. She pressed on, "At first they refused to see her because we had only two hundred dollars. It was all I had earned that week. Bo argued and we gave them what we had. Because she was hurt so badly, they kept her for one day. 

Bo and I couldn't stay with her so we went back to our place. The man came back and offered Bo two thousand dollars for one night with me. Tia was hurt, and we needed the money. I had given him my paycheck and we gave that to the hospital the night before. I told Bo that I would do it. He told me NO and he made the man leave. The guy leered at me and laughed, and then he drove away. I was so mad, so hurt. Why did he let Tia earn fast money but would not let me help. It was just sex, right? Bo said that just because we were struggling, that didn't give anybody the right to use us that way. I asked about Tia, and he cried because he blamed himself for putting her out there like that. I hugged him, and promised him that we'd be OK. 

I went to work, and worked a double shift. We needed the money. We couldn't buy food, so we had to just make it through the week. I could go to the service station to bath for work, so that's what I did. I worked day and night, and Bo found jobs under the table. At work people would share their lunches with me, and I appreciated it. Bo was able to eat at a feed center, so he'd save part of his meal and sneak food for me. Sometimes, he'd visit Tia, and take leftovers from the food cart. The nurses saw him and wouldn't say a thing.

After a few days, the hospital demanded that we pay, but they wanted more than we had. Bo had earned a little over a hundred dollars, and I hadn't gotten my check yet. So, Tia was kicked out of the hospital, and Bo had to stay with her. The next night, I had to catch the bus by myself. So I left the office for the bus stop, and as I was leaving that man showed up. He offered me the money and I refused. He grabbed me and that's when Oscar showed up. He made him let me go, or he would call the cops." Margaret was crying this point, but Lakota could not move. Some man dare try to use his mate. If the bastard still lived, would kill him. She knew he was tense and she stopped the story. She then stood and walked away. 

"Margaret, please, tell me the rest." Lakota pleaded. He knew there was more to this tale. 

"Lakota, it's not pretty. Even Julianne doesn't know the truth of how I met her father." She sighed. She then stared off as she relived that horrible time. 

"The man threw me on the ground and called me a whore. Oscar just stood there shocked. Then he asked me if that was true. I was too upset to answer, and he fired me on the spot. He said he didn't want that type of business associated with his company, and he walked away." She sobbed.

Lakota was furious. This Oscar the man she loved treated her abominably. Yet she loved him. If he could he'd...

"He came back. He helped me up and we went to his office. I explained what was happening, and he said he'd try to help. He called the local hospital. and learned that Tia released because she had no insurance. He drove me home, and Bo was ready to fight. Oscar talked to him and convinced him to take Tia to another hospital, and we did. He paid for them to admit her. He then talked to the social workers and she knew of two programs that could help. Soon Tia was settled and Bo and I sat in the waiting room. 

Oscar came by the waiting room before he left. He asked about our family. He wanted to know was there someone he could call. Bo and I looked at each other, and Oscar knew. We had no one else. He stood and walked out. I cried, but Bo held me and said it would be alright.  Oscar came back and sat with us. He looked at us and said "I am not rich. I've just started this company, but I can give you a job Bo. Margaret, your job is safe. Bo you have to report him. The hospital called the police and they will be here shortly. Turn him in." Bo froze. He could go to jail. They could charge him because he basically put her out there. 

Oscar was honest. He didn't know if they would try to charge him, but he had to get that guy off the streets. Bo knew he was right, and when the officers came. He told the truth. They arrested Bo, and I fought, but Oscar held me and promised me he'd do everything he could to help Bo. He called his friend. He also took me home with him, and I didn't sleep because I didn't know what to really expect. 

The next day, Oscar and I went to the police station, and Bo was released. His friend got him out. That was when I met Levin. The police caught the man. He was a predator, and we learned he was the one that hurt Tia. He had hurt a lot of women, and the police were already looking for him. 

Oscar helped Bo get a job at a local factory, and soon Tia got out of the hospital. Oscar gave her a job too. All of our jobs were manual labor, but they were legitimate. I worshipped him. He was so handsome and kind. Everyone loved him and he treated everybody with respect. Tia wanted to go back to school, and he helped her do that. Bo worked his way up to supervisor. I was still young, and he made me go back to high school. I hated it, but he encouraged me. 

It was struggle at first, but I caught on. Oscar even took time to tutor me and Tia. I went to night school and four days after my nineteenth birthday, I earned my diploma. Bo and Tia were so proud, and Oscar came and congratulated me as well. He hugged me and said, "I knew you could do it?" I fell for him then.

Tia knew how I felt about him, and would often tease me. It wasn't mean, and many days it helped me keep things in perspective. One day, she was doing field work for her CNA license, and she met the man she would marry. She was terrified that he'd learn of her past. Oscar told her not to worry, because he'd talk to him. The guy walked away for a while and Tia was hurt, but after a couple of days he came back, bearing the most beautiful diamond ring. 

I was so happy for Tia, and I stood for her at the wedding. That was when he noticed me the first time. He asked me to dance, and I was on cloud nine. Oscar stayed by my side the entire night. When we returned to work, I was moved to his office as his PA. He was so handsome to me even though he was so much older.

One night, he worked late and I simply did not leave. As he was working, I made coffee and took it into his office. It was seven or eight, I'm not sure. He smiled and said I should have gone home. I didn't reply, I simply looked at him. He stood and moved away from me a look of sheer displeasure crossing his face.

I followed him, and he turned and grabbed my wrist. "I am old enough to be your father. You are yet a babe. Please, Margaret, just go home for tonight." He pleaded.

I moved close to him and whispered, "You're not my father, and he kissed me. We made love in his office that night and he was the first and only man I have ever been with." She stopped again to let her words sink in.

Lakota's wolf went crazy. His mate had only had one lover and that was the man she'd married. Well when he claimed her he would be the only other man she knew. He growled and Margaret stopped once more. Her eyes flew to his, and she saw that his wolf was close. "Look Lakota, maybe we can finish this later. I didn't mean to-" he kissed her. He had to taste this amazing woman.

Margaret for once surrendered and she yielded her control to him. He had to gain control of is wolf, or things would really get out of hand. Lakota pulled back. "Finish." He commanded.

Her eyes flew to his and she could see the desire he had for her shining right on the surface. She stepped back slowly and took a deep breath. She needed to finish. "We continued seeing each other secretly for a couple of months and then one night he asked me to marry him. I said yes, and the next day we were married in a civil ceremony. I worked with my husband for months, and did everything I could to make him happy. We had been married six months when I got pregnant with our first child. I continued working. One day, as I was carrying some cases, a woman accidently bumped into me and knocked me over I was fine, but that night, I started cramping and Oscar rushed me to the hospital; I lost the baby." 

Lakota remembered that because one of his betas was a nurse and she returned to Wildwood upset over the human girl being hurt because of jealousy. She lost her child and the she wolf was so angry, because the death of that baby was senseless. Reina actually had to use an alpha command to calm the she wolf.

We tried for over a year, and then when I was twenty I got pregnant with our second child. Oscar insisted that I stop working. He didn't want me getting hurt. At first I felt so lucky that he loved me and wanted to protect me. Time past and I had the baby. Julianne was the sweetest little girl. However, Oscar told me I didn't need to return to work. He would take care of us. We tried to have more children, but we never did. I later learned that after Julianne, Oscar had his testicles removed. I was furious. He deprived me of being a mother, but he explained that he could not put me through that kind of pain again, and I forgave him. For over twenty-years, I stayed home and let him take care of me. When Julianne was old enough, she wanted a job. He gave her one in his company. He eventually groomed her to run the company. 

He didn't tell me the whole truth, however. He had testicular cancer and that was why he had his testicles removed. We were married for ten years and Oscar was fifty three when I first learned of this. He became ill and went to the doctor. I called the office and his assistant told me. So I rushed to the clinic, and he was walking out of an oncologist office. I demanded the truth. 

He told me everything. I was devastated, but he promised me he'd beat it and he did. For the next fifteen years we battled the cancer. And two years ago, it took him from me. I could not function without him. I had no idea on how to arrange his funeral, pay bills, and deal with the insurance company. Julianne had to handle everything. I felt useless. My daughter had to handle everything on her own until one day Natalie called and I learned that the men in the company were trying to railroad her. I called Levin, and that was when I began to fight.

So you see Lakota, my hesitancy has nothing to do with you. I care about you Lakota, but I can't go back to what I was. I can't be that dependent on another person. I don't want to become so dependent that I can't function on my own. You see I loved Oscar, but what I feel for you runs deeper than that, and it scares me." She concluded.

Lakota was silent. She feared this story would repulse him but it showed him how strong she really was. His love for her grew. He decided to be honest. "Margaret, I love you. You are my life. I knew who you were the first time I smelled your fragrance. That is why Reina and I came to your company. We have waited for you and Levin forever. I would never do anything to cause you pain, but I will keep you safe. I am so happy you trusted me with the story of your love of Oscar. Because honestly I hated him, but now I owe him a debt of gratitude for keeping you safe until I found you. I don't have any doubts because I love you. Will you mate with me? Share the rest of our lives together?"

Margaret turned into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, yes, Lakota. As much as losing my identity frightens me, losing you terrifies me even more." She kissed him, and said, "Yes I want to be your wife."

He lifted her in his arms and held her close. He would never let her go. "Margaret, will you mate with me today, right now?" His heart was pounding.

Margaret was now familiar with a were mating, and she was not afraid. "Lakota, do you truly accept me, flaws and all?" she asked.

"Margaret what you call flaws, I see as true strength." Lakota explained, as he caressed her cheek. "You are the perfect woman to become Madam Alpha to my pack. I will dedicate my life to you. You are my life; without you, I will die."

She leaped into his arms wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She knew she belonged with this man; no one else would be for her. "I'm ready now. I'm ready to move on to the next part of my life. Lakota, I want that life to be with you."

Lakota lifted his mate, and carried her to their bed. He took his time and explored every inch of her, he knew that once they claimed each other, her body would heal. 

Lakota carefully removed her garments, exposing her delicate skin to his gaze. To him she was perfect. Soon she lay before him naked, and he would not let her hide from him. Kissing his way down her body, Lakota loved her taste. Soon he reached her navel as he caressed her pussy. It was so hot, wet, and his. He feasted on her breast and flicked her clit with his thumb. She was so wet, so ready for him. But before he entered her body, he needed to taste her. So leaving her aching, Margaret moaned and her legs opened wide at their own volition. He inserted fingers inside her as he sucked her rock hard nipples, Lakota slid between her thighs and looked at her hot center. Covered with her own fluids and very little dark hair, he licked her entire pussy. She tasted divine. Margaret groaned. Whatever he was doing felt wonderful and she could not believe how good he was. Soon she needed more. Lakota had tasted enough, now he needed to mate her. Lakota quickly undressed and covered her body with his.

Positioning his cock, he entered her body for the first time. Both groaned, amazed at the sensational way this moment felt. Lakota loved his mate, but to mate with her, he had to shift. He had no desire to change positions, so he whispered to her what he needed to do.

Margaret nodded, and Lakota shifted into his wolf form and loved her fiercely, successfully mating her by biting her where her neck with Margaret and collar bone met. Margaret screamed, as he shoved her head first into an extraordinary orgasm. However, Lakota was not done. Shifting back to his human form, he rolled over with her now on top. "Ride me, Baby" he whispered, and she did. Soon she needed something, a need so strong so powerful over took her. The mark he made on her neck burned and she need to mark him. "Lakota" she whispered, as she loved him.

"Please Margaret," he pleaded, "Take me. Mark me. Make me yours." She bit him and he yelled. Within minutes both climaxed in a glorious fashion. 

Lakota held her tightly as she regained her equilibrium. I love you Margaret. I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. Lakota sent to his mate. 

Margaret was shocked to hear him inside her head. "Wait, Lakota, did you just?" she asked.

"Yes, and you can talk to me too." he explained.

I love you. What color blouse was I wearing? She sent. If he answered her, then she would know she could talk to him mentally.

Lakota laughed, "Margaret, you are delightful. Your blouse was blue."

Margaret laughed and hugged her husband. He held her close and the two spent the next few hours loving each other. 

Eventually they needed to eat, and went to the dining room where Reina was nursing LJ. "Congratulations you two. It's about time. She then stood and gave the baby to his uncle and hugged Margaret. "Welcome to the family."

Julianne and Levin returned home and Julianne notice the change in her mother immediately. She was so happy for her and she made Lakota promise that he'd keep her happy. BJ came home and the family celebrated. 

The group traveled to the dining hall, Lakota proudly introduced is new mate to the pack. May of the women knew her already and the pack was overjoyed for their Alpha. He and Reina needed to decide who would eventually be Alpha, but they could talk later. Tonight, he wanted time with his wife. He answered, tearing up.




Moving On



Margaret cried; she never thought she'd be so happy again. But this man, Lakota, filled the missing part of her soul. Oscar, I will always love you, but I can move on now. She thought. Lakota gently squeezed her hand, and smiled. Margaret felt a light breeze caress her cheek, and she knew Oscar could rest now. She was content. She could not articulate how happy she was in that moment. But she didn't have to because she and her new mate shared the joy within their bond, a bond that strengthened by their love.

The next day, Margaret returned to her doctor, and Dr. Smith was amazed at how much she had improved. She told her to take breaks and not allow her job to stress her out. Margaret returned to the office where she was welcomed back with open arms. She went to each executive board member in her office and apologized for her mistake. The men no longer cared they were just glad she was alright. 

It was her assistant that noticed the ring. Within minutes the news of her engagement traveled like wildfire. Soon everyone was trying to guess who the lucky groom was. Becky knew, and of course, more news spread. Lakota stopped by and their suspicions were confirmed. Everyone was happy for Margaret, and congratulated the both of them.

Julianne and BJ had returned home and were greeted by their family and kids. She missed her children so much and now her mother would be fine. Julianne looked at her mate and her children and thanked Luna for blessing her with such a great family.

A month or so after they mated Reina and Lakota had to decide what to do with the pack. A pack could not have four Alphas, or could it? The twin Alphas met with their mates because they had not reached a decision. Levin and Margaret sat quietly and listened to their mates argue. Levin was holding his son, and gently kissed his head. He smiled at his friend Margaret and smiled. In a few months his son would have a new cousin.

Finally the twins could not agree, when Levin spoke. "Baby, I don't want to be Alpha." 

Margaret added in, "Me either."

Lakota and Reina looked at them. "WHAT?" they demanded.

Margaret spoke, "Reina you have been Alpha Madam for this pack for centuries, and I think you should stay Alpha Madam." Reina started to speak when Levin spoke.

"And Lakota, do you really want me to run this pack? Honestly." He exhaled. "Margaret and I talked and we decided you need to keep your positions. We can be your support, but you two need to remain the leaders."

Lakota nodded, "We can present this to the pack, and see what they think?" Reina agreed. The next day, the Alphas called a breakfast meeting. The mood was solemn. Then Reina stood and read the proposal their mates made. The pack loved it, and it was agreed, Lakota and Reina would stay in charge as pack Alphas.

Margaret and Levin took their positions slightly behind the pack Alphas showing their support. Margaret and Levin went to her office, and Reina and Lakota went to work as well. Levin had to speak to Lakota, so he drove over to see him.

"Hey, Levin, is everything OK?" Lakota asked. He loved his brother, but he rarely visited home from work.

"Everything is fine. I just wanted to congratulate you and ask if Margaret knows yet." Levin replied.

Lakota was confused, "Levin what are you talking about?" he asked.

Levin realized he had no clue. He smiled, "If I'm not mistaken, Margaret is carrying a pup." Lakota was shocked and then he smiled. "Are you sure? How do you know?" Lakota asked, his heart racing in excitement.

Levin smiled, "She has two scents and I can hear a second heartbeat when she's near me. You've been so stressed over this Alpha business, you just didn't catch it."

Lakota buzzed his assistant and told her that he would be out. Within minutes he was at Kent Distributing and walking into his wife's office. Lakota kissed her and looked stunned. "Lakota, what is it?" All she felt was extreme joy in their mate bond.

"Baby, we're pregnant. We're having a pup." He whispered. Margaret was shocked, but she recalled being a little nauseated and tired. Lakota dropped to his knees and pressed his ear to her, tears rolled down his cheeks as he listened to his child's heartbeat.

Margaret was stunned, "Lakota, wait. How do you know? Are you sure?" she stammered. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She never thought she'd be blessed with another child. However, thanks to this incredible man, she would soon have another little one of her own to cherish.

"Baby, I can hear his heartbeat, so sure, so strong. I can scent his presence, and he is so strong. I know we will a healthy child." He answered awed, thanking Luna once again.

"The baby is a boy. You keep saying he." Margaret observed, as Lakota stood and wrapped her tightly into his embrace. 

"I'm not sure. It could be a daughter. But either way, I am the happiest wolf alive right now." Lakota explained. Then Margaret held him so tightly, and he never wanted to let her go. He would never restrict her, but he would always protect his family. His family, a family he'd waited over one hundred years to have.

Margaret kneeled in front of her mate and said words that meant the world to him. "I love you, Lakota. Thank you for giving me a second chance to live." 

He hugged her then and vowed to never let go.

Epilogue

Seven months later, Julianne, BJ, and the kids came to visit from Loess Falls. Blaine and Celia came with them. The kids fit right in and Reina loved holding Heaven and Nevaeh. LJ was crawling and the little girls were toddlers. He spent most of his time trying to keep up with them.

Margaret went into labor and her whole family camped out at the medical center. Julianne was worried because her mother was older and she prayed there were no complications. Lakota stayed in delivery with his mate and four hours later, he held his daughter in his arms. The baby was small. The healer was a bit concerned, but she seemed healthy. 

To Lakota, his little girl was simply perfection. Then Margret started hurting once more and to everyone's surprise, especially the healer, a little boy was born next. She never saw the second baby. Lakota was beside himself. His son and daughter were the two most perfect being ever created.

Lakota looked at his mate, and sent, What are their names?

Love, I want you to name them, Margaret sent. 

He looked at his son and named him Jayden, and he then looked at his little girl and named her Kayla. Margaret was awed by him and the love that shone from him for these two new beings they had been blessed with. Soon everything was tidied up, and the family came in. Julianne was giddy at the sight of her new brother and sister. She was so happy for her mother, and she thanked Luna again for blessing her family.

Soon Lakota wanted time with his family and everyone left. He sat beside Margaret's bed, and thanked her for trusting him. They kissed and both basked in the peace and contentment that surrounded them.

"Baby, whatever happened to Tia and Bo?" Lakota asked. For some reason, he thought of those two people that had such an impact on his mate's life.

"You know, I've often wondered about them. When Oscar and I married, I was ashamed of my past, and they walked away because they felt I deserved to be free of that history. Overtime, I blocked a lot of that time and sadly, I never saw either of them again. I wish I could find them and reconnect. I wonder if they know Oscar is gone." Margaret sighed as she dozed. 

Her words gave Lakota purpose. Tia, Bo, you are a part of this family. I will find you and bring you back to her. he vowed. 

Sleepily Margaret replied, Thank you for that. I love you Lakota. Content that her true family would someday return, and she'd never push them away again.

 THE END 

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Moving On



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*****

Have you ever loved someone so much that the very thought of life without them incapacitates you? I have. I knew the total devastation of it as the doctors told us that Cheryl's cancer was too advanced; it was terminal; she had only a month or two to live. Fifteen years were ending in a few short days. The pain took me to my knees and the only thing that kept me from hitting the floor was Carlos.

Carlos, our best friend since before Cheryl and I'd met. He had seen us through everything; the fights, the illnesses, the joys and the tears. I don't think our marriage would have survived without him. Hell, there would have been no "us" without him. He had been there at the beginning and now he'd see us through the end.

I held Cheryl's hand and Carlos held the other as we cried. When we were too sore, too tired and too hurt to cry anymore, Carlos guided me from the hospital and took me home. As he drove me to his apartment I sat, looking out the window, silently reflecting on my life; wondering how I would survive.

******

I'd met Carlos my sophomore year in College. He'd been on track; I'd been on the wrestling team. We were assigned to the same room and there was an immediate connection between us. I'd grown up in a small, midwestern town, where the population was ninety-nine percent white, conservative, protestant. I'd never met a Hispanic person or a Chinese person till I got to college. I'd known a few blacks but not many. How I grew up not being a racist, reactionary pig was anyone's guess. Fortunately, I hadn't, and it allowed me to make the best friend of my life.

It wasn't till our junior year that I found out Carlos was gay. Like with nearly everything else, I'd never met a gay person before. We'd stumbled back from another victory party for the football team; we were both shit faced. I'd fumbled for the keys for what seemed like hours before we could get into the room. Once in, I tripped over something and we ended up sprawled out on the floor, giggling like loons.

Once the laughing stopped, I realized Carlos hadn't gotten off me. His body was still pressed against me and it felt like he had a log pressing against my thigh. I stared at him, bewildered, as he leaned in and kissed me. I'd never thought about kissing a guy. It wasn't bad; it did nothing for me but I wasn't revolted. I just sat there, dumbfounded, as he pulled back. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened. He freaked. He was up and stumbling for the door before I could process everything.

I grabbed him and he hit the floor. Curling himself into a ball, he covered his head. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm sorry."

I was stunned. My best friend was cowering on the floor as if I was about to hurt him. I knelt down beside him and pulled him to me. I wasn't angry. My friend was hurting and all I could think of was trying to keep him safe. I rubbed his back and told him everything would be okay while he cried and kept apologizing. I put him to bed and collapsed into my own bed shortly there after.

I woke to see him sitting on his bed, his elbows on his knees, watching me. "Morning," I croaked, and hated myself for it; my head echoed with the word for at least a minute.

He handed me a glass of water and some aspirin. While I drank it down and tried to wait for the throbbing to pass, Carlos watched me with a worried expression. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "What?"

He swallowed and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry."

Rolling my eyes at the ceiling I grunted, "You said that last night; at least a hundred times."

"Well, I am."

I sat up, my head swimming a little, and glared at him. "Well get over it! It's not like you bent me over the bed and fucked me, Carlos. It was a kiss!"

He blinked at me. "Are you gay?"

I laughed and rubbed my temple. The aspirin hadn't taken effect yet. "No, Carlos, are you?"

When he didn't say anything I looked up at him. He had a haunted look in his eyes and he nodded. That took a moment to register. "Oh." I watched him for a few minutes while I tried to determine how I felt about it. Finally, I just decided it didn't matter. I shrugged and gave him a smile. "Okay."

Carlos smiled at me cautiously. "You don't care?"

"Nah. Just promise me something." I grinned at him.

"Sure."

"Don't grab my ass, or I'll have to hurt you."

He grinned back. "I can live with that."

The next weekend he introduced me to the "only other person who knew"; Cheryl. It was love at first sight. It took me six months to get her to agree to a date. It wasn't till after graduation, when I proposed, that she told me she'd loved me at first sight too. I was the happiest man in the world. 

Carlos and I went into business together after graduation. I had a degree in Computer Technologies and he had a degree in Marketing. We started our own computer consulting business just as the PC boom took off. Within five years we were the hottest consulting company in town, had twenty-five employees and life was looking great.

Marriage hadn't been as easy business. Love was never an issue. Cheryl and I were so in love that any fight would make us sick. That didn't stop us from fighting, but we never went to bed angry. The one time we couldn't resolve the issue, we both stayed up all night and Carlos finally intervened and told me to suck it up and be the man. I did; we resolved the issue; life moved on.

Carlos tried for love a few times. It never seemed to work out. It was a shame too; Cheryl and I liked a couple of the guys a lot. I, however, was always the last to know. Where as I always went to Carlos for advice or a shoulder to cry on when things were bad at home, Carlos went to Cheryl. They'd been friends since grade school and the love between them was as strong as Cheryl's and mine; if Carlos had been straight, they'd have been a couple for sure.

Other than our inability to produce kids, we had no regrets. We'd been pregnant, twice, but neither child had made it to term. Carlos would grieve with us each time. I think he was the only reason we stayed sane. He was the best friend either of us could ask for; we needed him. I never knew how much till Cheryl was diagnosed with cancer. He was right there, helping with everything from the house to taking Cheryl to appointments when I couldn't. The guest room practically became his room for several nights out of the week.

Now, it was coming to an end. The chemo and radiation just couldn't keep up with the progress of the cancer. After months of treatments and more testing than I could count, there was nothing left. Cheryl would be returning home and we'd have hospice care for the time we had left.

*****

It was more than I could deal with. Months of holding onto the faintest of hopes had worn me out. All I wanted to do was die with her. I was so tired, aching heart and soul, and lost. Carlos got us to his place and I sat on the couch, numb, while he made us food. I didn't even taste the soup as I ate it; it was a shame really, Carlos was an incredible cook. I just couldn't seem to focus on anything.

After sitting on the couch for who knows how long, Carlos sat down beside me, put his arm across my shoulders and squeezed. That seemed to unhinge something because the next thing I knew I was laying against him, sobbing into his chest. He just held me as I cried out the anguish. I knew he was hurting too but I didn't have it in me to face it. He was losing his best friend and I was losing my wife. We were both faced with living without the only woman either of us had ever loved.

As my sobbing stilled, I let myself melt against him. It'd been so long since I'd held anyone. After the first month of treatment, Cheryl had been in so much pain that I couldn't do more than hold her like a porcelain doll. Eight months of treatments and tests; eight months without any real physical contact; I was starving for it. I just lay there, listening to his heart beat, and let his warmth wash away a little of the ache. I'd never realized how safe I felt with Carlos; how he always seemed to point me in the right direction. 

I don't know why, but I sat up a little and looked into his eyes. They were as exhausted as mine and so sad. I also realized that unlike me, he didn't have a "Carlos" to turn to. Cheryl wasn't available. I don't know how it started, but I found myself pressed against him with his hands in my hair and my lips pleading with his to take away the pain. Then I realized what I was doing and I jerked back. I was so fucking hard. Carlos was looking at me, breathless and flushed; confusion was written all over him.

This time it was my turn to panic. I bolted for the door; shame and guilt were riding me hard. I loved my wife more than life. I was betraying her while she lay, dying, in some sterile hospital room. I hated myself. 

Carlos tried to stop me but I threw off his hands and screamed at him. At that moment I hated him too. It was his fault. I couldn't be in love with him. I called him every bigoted thing that he'd ever heard and possibly a few things he hadn't. I told him to stay away from me. I flew from the apartment in a fury of rage and self-loathing. For the first time in over fifteen years I really was alone.

Cheryl came home the next day accompanied by a hospice nurse. I held her and touched her as much as I could. I knew I wouldn't be able to spend every day at home; I had a business to run. Still, I wanted as much time with Cheryl as I could get. I stayed away from work for three days before there was no way I could avoid going back in. 

The evening before I went back, Cheryl asked about Carlos. He had not been by since she'd come home and though the pain medications made her drowsy and messed with her sense of time, she knew his absence was unusually long. 

I made an excuse about the business and that when I went back he'd be able to take time to visit. Normally, Cheryl would have seen through that in a heartbeat, but she wasn't as aware under the haze of the meds. My guilt and shame hadn't let me go since the night of the kiss and I couldn't face Carlos. I also couldn't keep him from Cheryl, what ever I might have felt; they were too close for her to be without him. I logged on and sent an email to Carlos. "I'll be at work tomorrow. Cheryl misses you. I won't be home till 5pm."

Okay, it was cold and impersonal but I wasn't ready to deal with him. Unfortunately, my subconscious had other ideas. As I dropped my head to my hands, my thoughts went back to how good it had felt. I could actually remember the faint smell of his worn-out cologne, the play of his fingers on my back, and how strong his lean body had felt beneath me. I found myself painfully aware of the throbbing in my jeans. 

I got up from the computer and went to the bathroom. The water steamed as I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I washed myself, trying desperately to scrub away what I'd been thinking. It wasn't that I was revolted; I was ashamed. The love of my life was dying in the other room and I'd become aroused thinking about her best friend. The problem was, my erection wouldn't go away. I turned the water on full cold and tried to chill my argumentative flesh into submission. It worked, but only after I was chilled to the point of trembling. Even after I'd dried off and warmed back up, a part of the chill remained in my gut. I went to bed, aching at the realization I was losing two people I loved.

*****

Carlos and I avoided each other. There were times when coming in contact was unavoidable. We would have to accept conference calls and meet with clients. As the owners and primary representatives of the company, we couldn't let it all fall apart even if our personal lives were doing just that. It was hardest in the business meetings. Carlos didn't have the life in him that he normally had when engaging clients. I probably didn't either. Our ability to double team, one of our strongest skills, was practically nonexistent. 

I just couldn't meet his eyes. The few times I did, what I saw made it worse. There wasn't anger or resentment; there was sadness and regret. How can you look into the eyes of the guy who's been your best friend for nearly twenty years and know the pain you see there you caused? How do you reconcile the fact that though you'd never had a sexual thought about a man before, the memory of his touch was enough to make your pants tight? How do you accept it when the woman you love is there, depending on you, and all you can do is hold her hand and watch her die? I couldn't, so I avoided any overture he made to reconnect. It was selfish and cowardly; I hated myself; most of all, I just hurt.

Our employees knew about Cheryl and all knew how close the three of us were, or at least "had been". They tried their best to keep things together without weighing us down. Carlos spent more time doing client visits and I immersed myself in the technical details of the business. We kept busy. I knew Carlos spent at least some time every day with Cheryl; I was thankful for that. Cheryl needed all the love and support she could get. 

I spent my evenings with her. There were times when she could think clearly and we would talk and laugh as if nothing were wrong. Other times, she would slip into dark places or would be so hazy from the meds that I would simply sit and read to her knowing she wasn't listening. My own nights alternated from sleepless, to restless, to dreamless exhaustion. My nights were always worst if I'd been around Carlos that day.

One night I simply gave up. I had come home and found Carlos leaving. We looked at each other. His eyes were so red; so tired. I wanted to hug him and tell him how sorry I was. I wanted to apologize. Most of all, I wanted to know he was still my friend. Instead, we stood in an awkward silence. He tried to say something too, but couldn't. It was so painful to just stand there when he brought his hand up and brushed away one of my tears. He left without saying anything, unable to bear my silence any longer.

I could still feel his fingers on my cheek as I tried to wash away the sense worthlessness I felt. The shower warmed my body, but my soul felt cold. I closed my eyes and the heat of the water reminded me of the warmth of his body. I stood there, under the shower, hugging myself. I remembered his arms holding me. My hand began to stroke my aching shaft as I pressed my forehead against the tiles and remembered the touch of his lips. The memory of his tongue touching mine had me whimpering as I released against the tiled wall. My legs shook; I sank to the floor, and cried. The pressure was gone, but the emptiness felt worse.

It was a month after Cheryl had come home that she talked to me. It was "the talk". I'd heard that there were times a person knows when her time was near; Cheryl simply knew. She held out her hand to me and I took it gently. Her eyes looked into mine with such clarity that I was surprised by the strength I saw there.

"Jack, you know I've always loved you."

I nodded and tried not to cry again.

"I've only loved two men in my life and I'm going to be leaving both of you."

Some might think I'd have been jealous of that statement, but I only felt worse. 

"Carlos loves you, Jack. He always has."

I blinked at her. It was something I'd always known, deep down, but I'd never been able to love him the way he wanted so I'd kept the knowledge hidden.

Her hand squeezed mine with more strength than I could have thought possible. "I don't want you to be without love. I couldn't go thinking you'd be alone."

I started to cry. I didn't want her to go. I started sobbing and pleading with her to stay.

Gently pulling me to her she cradled my head against her breast. "Maybe you can't love him the way he loves you, but don't push him away. Promise me you'll fix it Jack. Promise me that you'll make it right."

I nodded into her, unable to find any words. 

That wasn't good enough. She lifted my face and looked at me. "Promise."

I choked through my tears, "I promise."

She smiled. "I'll always love you, Jack."

"I love you so much…" 

I just held onto her till she got tired. Later that night she slipped into a coma. Carlos met me at the hospital. We sat vigil by her bed in silence; Carlos on the left and me on the right. Her body lasted another day, and then she was gone. We were ushered from the room as the monitors toned that horrible, monotone sound. A few minutes later the doctor came out and expressed his condolences. I needed something to hold onto and I found myself in Carlos's arms. We clung to each other in the hall and cried.

*****

Cheryl's funeral was a week later. Though we had only a few people we considered friends, the funeral home was filled with condolers and people offering their sympathies and support. Carlos stayed with me the entire time. We hadn't talked since Cheryl's death, not about what had happened at least. We were consumed with the necessities of the funeral, business and dealing with the legal issues involved in dying.

After all the mourners and condolers had left, Carlos was still beside me as I stared at the grave. At some point I had slipped my hand into his and our fingers were still intertwined. I think that was the only thing that kept me standing, the feeling of his hand in mine. Finally, as the attendants came to lower the coffin and set Cheryl to rest, we turned from the grave and walked back toward Carlos's car.

He looked at our hands as we got to the car; then he looked at me. For the first time in over a month, I didn't look away. "I can't face the empty house. I don't think I could take another night there alone."

His weary eyes looked into mine. "What do you really want, Jack?"

I swallowed. "I don't know." I wanted to look away but I knew if I did, it would be over. "I promised Cheryl I'd make it right." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at the darkness of his gaze. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean those horrible things I said that night. I just can't go on not knowing if I've pushed you away for good."

Carlos studied me intently before he asked; "You want to bunk at my place tonight?"

I nodded. Letting go of my hand, he went around to the driver's side while I got into the passenger's side. We rode back to his place in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but more of an empty one. He got us a couple of beers while I pulled off my coat and undid my tie. 

"Thanks." I smiled weakly as he handed me a bottle and sat down on the couch. After a deep swig, I joined him.

After a long silence, we looked at each other. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he started to talk. "You hurt me, Jack. I wasn't the one who started that kiss." He paused and then looked back at his beer. "I'm not sure if I can trust you."

I nodded and looked at my own beer. "I'm not sure if I trust me."

We sat in silence for a while. I closed my eyes and tried to find the strength to tell him the truth. "I've been dreaming about you." I didn't look at him, but I waited for a minute studying the bottle before I pushed on. "I felt like I was betraying Cheryl. She was dying and I was having thoughts about my best friend." I felt the tears slipping down my cheeks. "I didn't know what to do." I closed my eyes and tried to admit how badly it hurt.




Moving On



I felt his hand covering mine. I looked up and he studied my eyes. I hoped he could see past the confusion and fear. I hoped he could see what I couldn't say. What I saw in his eyes, beyond the pain and weariness, was understanding, acceptance and love. "I love you, Jack."

I closed my eyes and struggled against the sudden rush of emotion that hit me. My brain couldn't decide if I should laugh or cry. My tears definitely didn't stop. I felt him cup my face, and his thumbs smoothed away the tears. I leaned into his touch, aching for him. This time he met me half way. I whimpered as our lips touched and my hands lifted to grip into his hair. We slowly pressed back till I was against the cushions and he was over me, teasing my tongue with his own.

We lay there on the couch and kissed. It was slow; tear filled and so full of emotion that it took my breath away. I'd never thought I'd be feeling the need for another man that this kiss was generating. I don't think it was another man as much as it was Carlos. I realized that it no longer mattered to me if he was a guy or a woman, the love I felt was real. For the first time in my life, I wanted to know what it was like to be the receptive partner. I wanted to feel the need and desire he felt for me.

As we paused from kissing, I looked into his eyes. "I want you to make love to me." The look of disbelief in his eyes had me putting my hands astride his face and begging. "Please, Carlos, I need this."

He swallowed and nodded before pulling me into a deeper kiss. I let him have my mouth. Fifteen years of waiting was behind that kiss. I felt as if I was being drained of any resistance as I melted against him. I needed this. I needed to be needed, wanted and loved. Carlos ravaged my mouth before pulling us off the couch and taking my hand. He led me to the bedroom. Turning on the light on the nightstand, Carlos looked at me. "You sure?"

I nodded and he took me into his arms. He dropped his forehead against mine. "Jack. If we do this, I couldn't go back. I couldn't go back to just being friends."

I searched my feelings. I knew what I was asking for; I wanted it all. I looked into his eyes with all the conviction I could muster. "I don't want to go back. Our friendship died with Cheryl. I have to go forward or leave; I can't stay where we were."

He leaned in and I tasted his lips again. Each kiss was better than the last; it was like a layer of resistance was stripped away with every time. I unbuttoned his shirt without pulling back from his lips. It came open and I pressed my palms against his flesh. The warmth of him flowed down my arms and straight to my groin. I moaned.

Carlos shrugged off the shirt while he undid mine. As mine fell to the floor, his hands traced my chest softly; I shivered. All of it was new to me, but for Carlos it was like a long awaited treasure. His touch was almost reverent as his fingers slid down my chest and slipped around my back.

I felt self-conscious. Carlos had nearly the same, lean body he had in college. He still ran daily and did yoga. He and Cheryl did yoga together and had tried to get me to do it for years. I preferred weights and swimming. As I drank in his lean, dark body, I realized how different we were. I was average height but built like a tank. He was tall, lean and supple. His abs were a soft six pack; I had a banded keg. It was easy to see the things I found attractive in him. I wasn't so sure about what he saw in me. I wasn't the lean wrestler I had been, and emotionally I was a mess.

His voice brought me out of my doubts; it was as if he knew what I was thinking. "You're so beautiful, Jack." His hands finished their trek behind my back and our bodies pressed together. I hadn't felt so much warm flesh against me in so long that I trembled from it. Kissing my neck, his hands slid down to my belt. At that point, things got a little hazy.

I recovered my senses laying on the bed, naked, with Carlos over me. He was looking at me with a worried look on his face. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

His rigid length was pressed beside mine as I bit my lower lip and slowly humped up against him. I needed him to stop asking and start doing. We could talk later. I brought my hands up to his face and drug him down to me. "Make love to me, Carlos. Please stop asking."

He nodded and began to grind with me. God that felt so good. Cheryl and I used to do that at times, just rub against each other till we were shaking with the need for release. I closed my eyes and pushed the thought aside. This wasn't Cheryl; this was Carlos. I wasn't going to use him as a substitute; he was too important for that. My hands traveled down his back and squeezed his ass as he flexed against me.

He moaned. I sighed. We touched everyplace we could reach while still kissing. Finally, he began kissing his way down my neck and to my pecs. I had eraser-sized nipples and I loved having them played with. I groaned as he pulled one with his teeth and began to chew it while twisting my other to a sensitive nub. God I loved that. Cheryl had always licked, kissed and sucked them tenderly; Carlos was devouring them and that sent spasms through me.

He looked up at me after a particularly loud groan and licked his lips. I had to laugh. "If you're hunting for milk, you're out of luck."

His eyes flashed with heat and his lips turned up into a wicked grin. "I've got my meal right here." With that, he slid down me and lapped at my throbbing cock. I almost screamed. It had been so long since someone else had touched me that I was writhing on the bed as his lips encircled me and I felt his tongue swirl around my tortured head. 

I tried to warn him. "Carlos… uuuughh." My abs clenched and my hips thrust off the bed as I blasted my hot cum down his throat. He didn't even flinch. He just sucked me till I was too sensitive and begged him to stop. I'd deflated a little but was nowhere near soft.

He climbed back up me while I trembled through the afterglow. I tasted myself on his lips and for a second I pulled back. The momentary hurt that flashed across his eyes had me regretting my knee-jerk reaction. I slid my hand into his hair and pulled his lips back to mine. I purposefully teased him open with my tongue and explored inside. It was salty, a little sharp but not revolting. I decided it was no worse than the first time I'd tasted Cheryl's flavor.

After a few minutes of slow, deep kissing, I could still feel the need at the base of my gut. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Are you going to make me beg?"

"No," he answered breathlessly as he reached to the nightstand and pulled out some KY from the drawer and then retrieved a foil pack. 

I looked at the pack and at him. I hated condoms; no, I despised condoms. I could never feel connected with Cheryl the few times we used them, and I didn't want to feel like I was having a piece of plastic shoved in me. I took the packet and tossed it back on the nightstand.

Carlos frowned. "Jack, it's not safe."

I met his eyes. "You clean?" He nodded. "I've only been with Cheryl, Carlos. I don't want to use them, ever."

He bit his lip and looked at me. "Okay."

I was nervous. I honestly had no idea what to do next. Fortunately, Carlos did. His fingers stroked the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs instinctively. With such incredible patience he warmed the lube and rubbed it against me. I closed my eyes and tried to keep from tensing as his finger pressed in. Cheryl had done it to me a few times, hunting for my ever-elusive prostate; we'd never found it. I relaxed as his second and then third fingers pressed in. It didn't hurt.

Carlos positioned himself with my legs pressed to my chest. His eyes studied mine as he pressed against my opening. I knew this was it. Carlos was a bit bigger than three fingers, especially that bulbous head of his, but my body opened to him. I gasped, my eyes going wide as he popped past my ring. He paused. "You okay?"

I bit my lip and nodded. It didn't hurt. What I was feeling really had very little to do with what my ass was experiencing. As he rocked into me, each thrust deeper seemed to push through another of my barriers or fears. Fears of vulnerability; fears of identity; fears of belonging; fears of being alone all gave way to his slow, persistent plunge into my soul. 

He sighed as he settled fully into me. It was a sound I recognized; he felt home. I had made that sound my first night with Cheryl. I think the fact that I was that to him blew through my resistance. How many people can claim to find home twice in one lifetime? I gave myself to him as he found his rhythm and started taking me places I'd never been. Each stroke had me shuddering out another inhibition. With each release I could experience more of it. This wasn't fucking; this wasn't wrong; this was making love.

I opened to him more and more as he found ways to fill me I had never imagined. His moans and gasps as I flexed against him made me marvel. Each drop of sweat, held breath and tear was a key to someplace deeper. I realized, as I saw past the pretenses and protections, into the depth of the love in his eyes, that I would never have to let go of Cheryl to be with him. She had been the woman we loved; it was a bond only we could share. It was safe to accept everything because nothing would be lost.

I let go. I clawed at his back as I cried out my surrender and exploded between us. I shook, gasping for breath as he dove into me with abandon. It was maybe ten more thrusts before I heard him gasp my name and fill me. I was still in the bliss of recovery as he sank against me, murmuring soft promises of love as he slid into sleep. I held my best friend and cried. The tears weren't of pain, but of thanks. I held Carlos close as I sent my thanks to Cheryl for loving us enough to make me promise.

*****

I woke to the site of Carlos, propped up on his elbow, studying me as I slept. If his eyes hadn't been so sad I would have been filled with such a sense of appreciation. His eyes looked at me with a fearful longing that I remembered from the first time we'd kissed. This time, however, the fear was much stronger. I touched his cheek and felt the dampness from tears. 

I slid forward and brushed his lips with mine. He shuddered. "I love you, Carlos; I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to."

He choked back a sob and I pulled him to me. For the first time in fifteen years, I held him through the pain. He'd been the strong one for both Cheryl and me. He'd had no shoulder to cry on throughout the whole ordeal. I held him and let years of silent suffering unwind from his heart.

We spent the day together, remembering our lives with Cheryl. There were a lot of tears but also a lot of laughs. What was evident was the total devotion and love we shared for Cheryl and how difficult it would be to move on without her. I had to reassure Carlos again and again that I loved him. That night, I made love to him as he had done to me. Like me, he was crying afterwards; they were cleansing tears. 

I'm not gay; I'm not straight. I have loved only two people in my life. The first is gone; the second is my best friend and partner. I don't like the labels. If I have learned anything, as I lay here holding my love in my arms, it is that love shouldn't be put into boxes and labeled. It is time for us to accept it as a gift without boundaries; it's time for us to move on.



Moving On



When he died she thought her world had come to an end. He was only 42,the same age as herself and he had battled with his illness bravely for the past 6 years.  She had been the devoted wife, nursing him, caring for him, always there for him.

He had been her first real boyfriend. They had grown up together in a quiet country village, dated and then married and lived all their married life on his family farm. 

Their lives were quiet and uncomplicated. Devoted to each other. Their courtship was traditional and their was no question of sex before the wedding night. He was always gentle and they quickly settled into a routine, enjoying each others bodies every 2 to 3 weeks. she never knew nor wanted anything more. Even in the past 6 years as his illness meant no physical pleasure she put it out of her mind and banished any small lingering need she felt.

6 months after his death she sold the farm, moved away from the village and the raw memories. She bought herself an apartment in the city and got involved with some charity work, money was not a concern for her.  

One day she looked at her pale complexion in the mirror, told herself she needed some sunshine and a holiday. Next day she got a good deal to the South of Spain and flew off, alone, for 2 weeks.

The weather was beautiful, the hot sun cheered her mood and she relaxed, enjoyed the climate and watching the world going on about her.

She hired a car to get away from the busy beaches and drove a short distance down the coast and found a secluded cove. It was early, the beach deserted and she settled herself to enjoy the day. 

She tied up her jet black hair. Applying the sun cream she complimented herself that at 42 she was still in reasonable shape although she thought her bikini bottoms rather tight on her bum. Need to lose some weight there she told herself.

As was common practise on the Spanish beaches she shed her bikini top and rubbed oil into her breasts which were starting to tan nicely after the few days already. Her breasts were heavy. 36D but no longer as firm as her younger days and they sagged forward, her big nipples were pink in contrast to the tanned flesh around them.  

She lay back and closed her eyes, dozing off to sleep in the morning sun.

Voices woke her after a while and she noticed a few other groups of people had taken up places on the beach. She watched them settle, young couples, some older couples and a group of girls and men in their mid-20's.

Then, to her surprise she realised some had stripped off completely and that clearly this beach was used by nudists. She smiled to herself remembering how her husband would have reacted, disapproved. 

She thought of packing her things, leaving, but the thought of climbing back up those steps in the heat dissuaded her.  So she lay, behind her dark glasses observing the activity on the beach.

It was fun, amusing, people watching. Observing differing shapes and statures. Close to her the group started throwing a ball about. She lay watching the young girls, their breasts bouncing freely, and the men, their various sizes swinging as they ran. Further away an older man stood alone, looking out at the sea. He had grey hair, his body sagging, but Susan found herself admiring the proud cock between his legs.

She blushed slightly, surprised at herself. Decided to walk down to the sea to cool off. She walked, strangely conscious not of others nudity but of the bikini bottoms hiding part of her from view. 

She dipped in the cold water, enjoyed the invigorating freshness of it. She swam for a bit, then stepped out, the water dripping from her wet body. To dry off in the sun she decided to walk around the rocks a little. 

The sun felt good as she walked and she picked her way around the rocks through tiny coves amongst them.

As she rounded the last outcrop she was surprised to come across a man sitting alone on a rock. It was the older man, from the beach. She had not noticed him leaving as she swam.

He stood, spoke to her. Out of politeness she responded and they made small talk. Her all the time conscious of his nudity and of his occasional glance at her breasts.

After a while she relaxed, they sat chatted. Small talk at first but then she was aware of a subtle change. He complimented her on her looks then on her body. Asked why she did not slip off her bikini bottoms and conform with the others around on the beach.

To her horror when she looked down his cock was hard and erect, his hand stroking it slowly as he looked at her. In her mind she was startled but somehow she found some part of her looking at its size, width, even admiring.

The touch of his hand on her breast brought her to her senses and she jumped up, told him she could not, had to go.  He just sat, smiled, his hand moving gently on his erection as he watched her leave.  

Back at the beach, she pulled her things into a bag and ran up the steps to her car. She sat trembling, shocked but also aware of an interest, desire she had not experienced for a very long time.

Back in her hotel room she showered and calmed herself. As she lay naked on the bed her mind returned to the beach and she felt her fingers moving through her thick black bush, seeking out her clit and gently rubbing it. 

She closed her eyes, visions of the young couples cavorting on the beach then of the anonymous man and his desire for her filled her head. Her orgasm surprised her, fast and intense leaving her trembling and satisfied.

That evening she dined alone as usual. Read her book at a roadside bar as she watched people passing. Found herself watching the couples, envious, reminded of her own loneliness.

Later, before bed, she stopped at hotel bar for a nightcap. The bar was quiet as usual, except for three youngish lads who she had seen a few times around the hotel and the pool. With them were two girls, German she guessed. She sat quietly as they laughed and joked.

She realised that 2 of the lads were with the 2 girls and when they decided to move on, the third guy was left alone.

He sat down the bar from her and she was surprised when he moved up her and introduced himself. Maybe she had drunk more wine than usual but she accepted his offer of a drink and then later insisted on returning the compliment. However the bar had closed and the only drink to be had was in the disco downstairs.

She apologised to him but he was having none of it and insisted they have their night cap downstairs.

The disco was dark, the music alien to her and she realised she was the oldest there by about 10 years. They sat with their drinks trying to be heard over the music. 

The wine again, she reasoned, as she found herself accepting his offer of a dance. She did feel young, free, as she tried to keep in time with the rhythm.

Then the music slowed. She moved to return to her seat but he beckoned for her to stay, held out his arms.

They danced awkwardly at first but then she felt him gently pulling her closer to him until they were right against each other. He held her close, she relaxed slightly in his young arms.

Then, she realised he was softly kissing her neck as they moved, nuzzling her ear and her hair. She froze but relaxed quickly, enjoying the warmth.  He pulled her tighter, moved his lower body and she realised that he was aroused, his erection pushing against her thighs.

Again she froze, her mind racing, and for some reason the picture of her experience on the beach came to her mind. 

Thankfully the music stopped and they resumed their seats. He sat, his arm loosely around her shoulder. She looked at him, so young and confident. Wondered what he thought was going on, what he expected. 

She finished her drink, stood to leave, He insisted on walking her to her room. 

At her door she fumbled for the key. He took her hand, kissed it. Told her how much he had enjoyed her company. Then, boldly she thought, asked for a goodnight kiss.

He reached over, kissed her lips gently, then pulled her face gently to his and kissed her more passionately. It felt nice to her, her head spinning from the wine, and when his tongue parted her lips she allowed it to explore inside her mouth.

The kiss was developing when some people passed. She blushed, pulled away, hurriedly opened the door.

He put his arm on her waist, pulled her softly inside, then resumed the kiss as the door closed behind them.

Susan tried to take in the situation. She was standing in the hall of her hotel room, her back to the wall, as a 24 year old boy kissed her passionately. She thought of her husband but in her mind the image of the naked erect cock from the beach kept pushing away other thoughts.

Also, the sensations running through her body as she kissed were something she had not experienced for some time, if ever.

He moved slightly, making her aware of the swelling in his pants. His hands moved to her bum, through her skirt, pulling him against her more.

She pulled away, excused herself, said she needed the bathroom.

In front of the mirror she looked at herself, tried to calm herself. Adjusting her clothing, she realised that the front of her panties was wet from her own excitement. She tried to ignore her excitement, told herself that she had to stop this, that it was wrong, resolved to ask him to leave.

She went out, found him on balcony. He had opened wine, handed her a glass.

They stood looking out at lights. Then he was behind her kissing her neck again, whispering to her that she was beautiful.

Some resolve gave way, because she welcomed the feel of his mouth on hers again and let him turn her into his arms. They kissed passionately then she let him lead her in to the sofa inside.

They held each other, kissing, then she felt his hand on her leg, moving upwards.

She reached down, stopped him.

His hand took hers, moved it to his mouth, kissed it, held her finger gently in his teeth.

His eyes stared into hers as his hand returned to her leg. She felt desire emanating from between her thighs.

He kept watching her as his hand moved upwards, over her thighs until it rubbed over the front of her panties.

He rubbed her gently then with more force.

Then he stood, pulled her to her feet. Kissed her, as he undid the top of her skirt. It fell away and his hands moved, slid her panties to the floor, revealing her thick bush of black hair and the large white cheeks of her bum.

She was so confused, things out of control, but knowing she needed to be touched. 

She followed blindly as he led her to the bedroom. When he opened his wallet, put condoms by the bed she realised how far it had gone.

But she was helpless to stop him. Watched as he undressed. Stared as his young cock stood arrogant and erect as he rolled on the rubber sheath.

She was expecting to be laid on the bed, but he stood behind her, squeezing her breasts then pulling off her top. His cock pushing against her bum.

When her bra was off he caressed her breasts then with more force, pushed her forward until she had to reach out to stop herslf falling.  Her hands on the bed he surprised her by pushing into her from behind, his cock sliding deep inside her wetness.

6 years passed in an instant as she cried out with immediate pleasure, her orgasm repeating as he thrust into her. 

Then he slammed into her, pulling hard on her swollen breasts as he emptied his come into the condom. 

She collapsed on the bed, then returned to the bathroom to compose herself.

When she returned he was lying on the bed, his cock erect. She sat and kissed him, then felt him pushing her face down to his cock. As he did he moved her so that his face was buried in her.

Strangely, hard as she tried, she could feel no guilt, no remorse, only exquisite pleasure as his tongue proved her hot depths........



Moving On



How do you move on after the death of a significant other? My Master and I were together just short of a year, lacking 10 days. He suffered a heart attack at the young age of 34 years old. I can't begin to describe how crushing...devastating this can be when you lose someone you love so much. My Master and I were online only, for the most part. We had plans of meeting up this year. Some fail to see how you can truly build a lasting, deep bond this way. It is possible if you're of true heart, spirit, mind, and give these freely, as well as, your body. For me, I was truly His in all ways. We talked on the phone, as well, which deepened the bond even further.

My Master was a loving Dom. He was kind, gentle, and tender. Yet, He was indeed domineering, commanding, and knew how to draw my submission in a way no one ever has before. My body would react to just His presence. If you asked me which I thought was better, an online or real life relationship in BDSM, I would respond as this: It's best to have a mixture. Why is that? Well, Master and I learned about each other fully, no only sexually. We knew each other down to our wants, dreams, secrets, and simply the deepest part of our desires. He showed me that this lifestyle is NOT just about sex, as some seem to believe. He showed me it's so much more. Yet, I hungered to have Him real life, but the distance was too far. He was in Australia and I'm currently in the United Kingdom. I am also married, but my husband knows everything. He understood and was wonderful about my love of my Master and the lifestyle. I was bringing it to my husband, so he was benefiting, too. 

What I brought from His teachings, was that BDSM is about learning. You learn about respect, your limits, how far you can press your limits, and most of all, a new you that seems to emerge from having a good Dom. It's about seeking. You are seeking to find a part of yourself we sometimes hide. Seeking the unknown through the wisdom of a trained Dominant. Seeking new ways to excite yourself and using that to excite someone else. It's about growing. You grow in so many ways when you seek your submissive side. You overcome old walls we build within ourselves with the guiding hand of your Dom. Most of all, it's centered around trust. Without trust, you really fail to grow towards the better part of being a submission. Submission is given, not taken.

My Master fully believed that statement. Submission is given to you freely. You can not take it and deny that the submissive has a say. A submissive chooses to give up a say in matters. I always had a say in things with my Master. Because it's a form of respect, and respect goes both ways. Sure we must respect our Dom, but we also deserve the respect. A submissive gives so much of themselves. It isn't really a gift though, if you think about it. That may perk a few brows. Well, think of it this way. When you give a gift, can you take it back? Maybe for an exchange, but it's considered something you don't take back. It's a gift! Submission is something you can chose to or not to give. You can take it back. If your Master/Lord/Mistress/etc. does something to lose your trust, you have full right to deny your submission to them. My Master taught me this and so much more than I could really explain. 

Now, I'm not saying that this is fully how everyone should view a BDSM relationship. Just that the morals are honest, giving, and full of understanding between two people who want to go about it this way. Some decide they fully want to give all say and such to their teacher. I did, but I also know I have an opinion and if I gave that up, it wouldn't make me fully happy. So, basically, no one does it the same way. Every relationship is truly different. We tailor the rules to fit what works for us. Though, I fully believe that it should always be consensual. If you allow your Master/Lord/Mistress/etc. to have full say, you consensually give up that right. A Dominant person that demands you do that without accepting your consent isn't really giving you a chance to decide for yourself. He/She is taking your submission, not waiting for it to be given.

With all that I have learned from my Master, I feel like a whole person. For the first month, I truly felt I could never, ever, EVER move on from losing Him. Part of me still feels that way. I feel guilty for even thinking about another Dominant taking over me. Yet, how is that doing my submission any good? He brought this out in me. In an essence, it was really a gift from Him. His time, His love, His patience and understanding all helped shape me, made me grow, and brought me to the point where I felt like a good submissive. Now, that is a gift, in my opinion. He shaped and molded me with His wisdom. It leaves me with many questions. If I move on, would he be upset or proud of me? What would He want me to do? What is a reasonable grieving period? What if I move on too quick and I get scared that He is upset or feels betrayed? What if I feel guilty for moving on? 

The questions...they come to me every day. They hit me soon after waking up to realize it wasn't a nightmare, He is indeed gone from my life. Though, in some ways, He is still here. He is in my memories, soul, spirit, and most of all, my heart. No one can take the memories away from me. I will never allow anyone to bend what He taught me. He has forever molded me into His way of thinking and beliefs about this lifestyle. I love Him for it, too. With the help of my friends, I have realized I will have to move on one day. Now, it's just figuring out when and how. He was one of the most wonderful men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I love Him still and that will never fade. The only comfort I have is that He left this world loving me. That possibly makes me special, because His love was amazing, true, and very special. I will never allow the title of Master to anyone else, for I feel He is now and forever my Master. We promised each other that, forever and always. That's what I will give Him, my forever and always as His submissive, Him as my Master.



Moving On



I should have known better after eighteen years of marriage to a wife who truly loved me and two lovely daughters. 

Jeanne was our babysitter, barely legal but her nubile young body was hard to resist. One night while driving her home I had parked along the way and fucked her. 

She had wanted fucking, her mini-skirt up around her ass so high her panties were showing.

For a few minutes of heaven in her tight little pussy I sacrificed my family.

The stupid broad told her mother what had happened and that was when the shit hit the fan.

My wife Devon demanded a divorce and was returning to live in her hometown in Ohio.

We came to an amicable settlement which included Devon receiving the contents of our home along with a substantial financial amount.

It was the day the movers were there packing all the furniture to take it to Devon's new home. Her mother had come earlier in the week to take the two girls back with her so they wouldn't be in the way.

It was a hot day in July and the sweat was pouring off the guys as they started loading the van with the contents of the house. There were two of them, a thirty-something boss and an early twenties helper. Both were very muscular from lifting heavy objects daily.

As soon as the guys started emptying the house Devon decided to take a shower. I thought it was strange but noticed she had left the bathroom door wide open so the movers could see right in as they passed the bathroom door. I quickly caught on to what she was doing.

A few minutes later she sauntered totally naked into the bedroom and plopped herself across the bed on her stomach. From the open door the guys had an excellent view of her bare ass and her pussy between he slightly parted legs.

"Why don't you go and get some doughnuts?" Devon suggested.

I was curious about how far she wanted to take this game so I jumped in the car and headed down to the bakery.

About half-an-hour later I returned to find Devon sitting in the almost empty kitchen wearing a short robe.

"Feel my pussy." She teased.

My hand went under her robe to check her cunt, it was a quagmire of cum between her legs, it was matted in her bush and running down the insides of her thighs.

"I think I was the first fuck Al has had in a while." she smiled. "His cock exploded three time inside of me and he made me beg for mercy. It was the first multiple orgasm I have had in months." she told me.

"His helper Brian watched us fucking and wants to take a turn with me?" she added.

For some unknown reason I wanted the young buck to screw my wife and add his cum to the older guy's.

"Fuck him." I told her.

"Give me another half-an-hour." She said heading to the back of the house removing her robe on the way.

I went back into the house after about fifteen minutes unable to wait any longer. They were still in the back bedroom and I could hear Devon's cries of ecstasy as she was being fucked.

Quietly I sneaked down the hallway and looked into the open bedroom door.

Devon was on the bed naked in the doggy position. Brian slamming his cock into her pussy and Al was skull fucking her mouth.

I stood in the door and jerked-off watching my wife taking both the movers' cocks at the same time.

Eventually they came back out into the kitchen. Devon's robe was hanging open and her bare breasts and soaked bush were visible. She seemed totally unconcerned about her nudity as she indicated Brian's clock size with her hands. The palms of her hands were about nine inches apart as she stood there with a big smile on her face.

"You're a lucky man!" Al said as they headed out to the truck.

"Was a lucky man." I thought as I realized what I had lost.

"Want to fuck me one more time before I leave?" Devon smiled.

She slipped her robe off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the kitchen floor. She spread it so she could lay naked on it.

My cock slid into a swamp of cum, her pussy was still throbbing from the abuse Brian had subjected it to.

We made soft squishing noises as our bodies slapped together, Devon's hips thrashing beneath me.

"The guys are going to wait to meet me when I leave here, we will be spending the night at a motel." Devon goaded me.

I had no cum left as I waved good-bye to Devon as she got into her Toyota to leave for her liaison with the movers. She looked so good in her red dress and carefully done hair and makeup. 

She threw me a kiss as she drove away with a big smile on her face.



Moving On: Bo and Tia



Hello Readers,

This is the Bo and Tia's story. Bo and Tia were introduced in the story Moving On from the She Wolf series. Their story needed to be told, so I went back for one last time and told their tale. I hope you enjoy it.

This story is a romance story, but because of the makeup of the characters, it will be placed under nonhuman. 

I must tell you there are some intimate scenes, but it is not pervasive. If straight sex is what you want, then you won't find that here. 

I certainly hope if you choose to read it, that you enjoy There may be some errors, but I honesty tried to fix them. So please forgive me if I missed a few. This story is self-edited.

***All characters are above the age of consent.***

In a city across the country a tired, frazzled nurse answered her buzzing phone. "Mrs. Agiago, I'm from Shreveport. My name is Diana Lereaux. I work for Lakota Gaines, a local business man. He hired my firm to locate you. I would like to explain things on his behalf. Is there a place or time you would be willing to meet and talk with me?" She asked and waited.

Tia took a deep breath. She was afraid. If she met this person, Taz would know. She was not sure how he would react. She took another breath. "Ms. Lereaux, I'm not sure if I can meet with you. Can you come by the hospital? I can talk with you for a few minutes on my break." She explained. Diana felt uneasy. Something was wrong and she would inform her alpha. She worked for the Crochet Agency, but she was a member of the Gaines Pack first. This woman was important to her Madam Alpha and she sensed that she was afraid.

Tia opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. It had been decades since she'd seen the girl she considered her little sister. Margaret was remarried. Did she and Oscar get divorce? Then she paused. How could she be sure this was legit? Was this some test Taz had devised? 

Margaret remarried. "What happened to Oscar?" She asked out loud. Diana smiled. "I'll be there before noon. If it's not a problem, can we share a lunch?" Diana surmised. Tia exhaled as one of her charges walked in. She quickly ended the conversation.

The young nurse that entered admired Tia Agiago. Women like her gave her the courage to pursue her dream of becoming a nurse. As her mentor, Tia often gave her advice on dealing with patients and the doctors she was assigned to work with. The young woman wished she could return the favor and help her if she ever needed it. She was worried because she discovered a secret no one else knew. She saw her husband strike her one morning as they arrived to work. Tia covered and pretended nothing was wrong but she was in the alley smoking a cigarette when they parked. Dr. Agiago said something and Tia nodded and she saw him punch her. Tia doubled over and he told her to stand up. She'd be dealt with when they got home. The next day., Tia came to work wearing heavy makeup. 

Jade watched, appalled. She reported to Tia as usual and did not speak. Soon Tia dismissed the other two nurses and asked her to stay.

"I know you saw what happened this morning. Please, don't tell anyone?" She asked.

Jade spoke. "He has no business striking you. You should try to get help."

Tia nodded. "He was not always like this. I have a past that is not pretty. Someone brought it up and embarrassed him. I'll find a way to make him happy again. But please forget what you saw." She pleaded. Jade nodded, but said one more thing.

"I will call someone if I see it happen again. You don't deserve that." She whispered. 

Tia smiled. "Jade, what can I help you with?" She asked cheerily. Jade shook the sad memory and smiled at her mentor.

Jade eyed her carefully and then asked her about some medications she had to administer.

Soon, the young lady left and Tia was alone. She exhaled. Lunch was in an hour and she'd meet the young lady at lunch. Before going to lunch, she needed to check in with her husband.

Closing her eyes to relieve her frazzled nerves, she remembered. Tia hated remembering.





Moving On: Bo and Tia



"Look, if it's not an inconvenience I'll join you in the city tomorrow so we can talk." He heard him hesitate. "Bo, I know you have no reason to trust me, but I hope after meeting me that you realize that you can. I'll be there tomorrow." 

Bo paused. "Margaret is safe, so you say?" He asked once more. Lakota felt a sense of pride at the man's protectiveness of his mate. Then a part of him asked, If he was so protective of her, why leave her life for over twenty years. 

Lakota filed that thought. He'd ask Bo when he met him. "She is. I give you my word." Lakota replied. 





Moving On: Bo and Tia



Bo pulled her into is arms. "No, baby girl, your daddy is fine. We need to go to Washington with Lakota. Something bad has happened to Tia. I need to go see about her and I need you to go with me." 

"Wait, Momma and Daddy. If I leave, whose gonna look after them?" Lexi asked.

"Bo, I can't leave them. I'm sorry." She explained.

Bo took a deep breath, and cupped both of her cheeks. "Lexi, you are my light, my sun shine, I need you with me baby. Bud said he'd be careful and so will Ms. Bernice. Please don't make me go without you." 

Lexi wanted to say yes, but a few years ago when she first married Bo and moved into their house, Daddy's heart stopped working right and they almost lost him. She promised Momma she would never leave them again.

Lexi teared up and faced her husband. She loved this man. Bo was the best husband a woman could ever ask for. Bo stopped. Lexi was smart and in her own way, she'd come to a decision. He knew Buddy wanted her to go with him, but if she was not ready, then he would stay here with her. Lakota said he would call and let him know how Tia was doing.

Lexi took a deep breath. "Why do we need to go now?' she asked.

Bp explained, "Tia has been hurt really bad and she's in the hospital. I want to go and see her and make sure she will be alright."

Lexi could not refuse her husband. If he wanted her to go, then she was going. "Bo, can we ask somebody to keep check on Momma and Daddy? Ms. Lizzie might can do it." She whispered. Bo hugged her close. 

"Baby, we won't be gone too long, and we will call and check in as much as you need too. I promise." He whispered. "I love you, Lexi Anne. You are my everything." He kissed her. Lexi held on to her husband, loving the feeling of being in his arms. 

Pulling apart, Bo suggested, "I'll help you pack a small bag for both of us."

He grabbed a luggage and some underwear and under shirts. Tossing them in the bag, Bo made a short work of packing. Lexi laughed, and said, "Let me do it. All of our stuff will wrinkle like that." Bo smiled and within minutes, Lexi had enough things ready to last them a few days.

Soon someone knocked. Bo opened the door when Bernice, Buddy, and Lakota walked in. Bernice hugged her daughter and whispered to her that for once she was to enjoy visiting a new place. We'll be here when you get back." She reassured her.

Buddy told her if Bo acted up, he'd take him down a peg. Lexi hugged both if her parents and she and Bo were ready to go. Lakota decided to just go earlier than planned and the three traveled to the airport together. At first, Lexi and Bo felt odd but once they boarded Lakota's jet, he made them feel at ease. He even introduced them to his pilot who let Lexi sit in the cockpit. 

The pilot, a beta at Gaines, liked this precocious woman. As a beta, his protective instincts toward Lexi fell into place immediately. Soon the plan landed in Seattle and Lakota rented another vehicle and they headed to the hospital. 

Lexi was awed. She'd never seen such an amazing place. As Lakota drove, she admired the beauty of the land and architecture of the area. When they arrived at the hospital, Lexi froze. The last time she'd been to a hospital, she almost lost her Dad. Bo held her hand. They entered the hospital where Knox met them and they traveled to the waiting room where everyone was waiting. When Lakota entered, he greeted the alpha pair that waited for him.

Diana filled him in on the doctor's prognosis. Tia was in a coma and had swelling in her brain. As soon as the swelling went down, they could conduct more test to see how much if any damage she sustained. She did have several broken bones and cuts that requires stitches. 

Lakota was stunned. He needed to call Margaret and bring her here. This woman was like a sister to her. When she learned that she had been hurt and she was not called, she'd be furious. Lakota took a deep breath and introduced Bo and Lexi. The Perry alphas welcomed them and Lexi relaxed. Madam Alpha liked her and for some reason felt protective towards her as well.

A beta entered and the moment he saw Lexi he froze. She was perfect. He had to approach her. His alpha saw his intent immediately. She's off limits. She's married.

The beta nodded in ascent. Soon, a nurse came out and informed the group they could visit, but she was still sleeping. Bo and Lexi stood. He gripped Lexi's hand. Diana stepped aside and they entered first. Years ago Bo recalled his friend after she had been beaten by a john. She almost died, and because they were poor, the hospital dismissed her early. She met Taz, and he swore to Bo that he would always take care of her. All Taz asked was that, Bo would leave her life. She needed to separate herself from her past. He did, and now he realized the man that swore to love her put her here.

"Bo, you're hurting my hand." Lexi whispered.

"Sorry baby. I never meant to hurt you." He apologized, kissing her hand. Lexi told him it was alright.

He walked over to where Tia slept. "Tia, girl, you'd better wake up soon. We have a lot of catching up to do." 

Lexi looked at the woman who had obviously been hurt, and she was angry. Why would a husband do this? Bo would never hurt her. 

Lakota called home and made arrangements for Margaret to come. Reina was traveling with her and the two women would arrive soon. Contacting her mate, Margaret demanded the truth. Lakota told her that he would explain when she arrived. As they arrived at the hospital, Margaret was too upset. Lakota met her. Within minutes, she rushed to Tia's floor.

Seeing Bo, Margaret launched herself into his arms. Lexi was terrified, Lakota moved to her and told her it would be ok. Soon, Margaret needed to see Tia. Bo stopped Margaret, and called Lexi to him.

"Gee, this is my wife, my Lexi." He simply stated. 

Margaret smiled. Lexi was beautiful and she whispered. "Lexi, welcome to the family. Come on. Let's go see Tia." She grabbed her hand and both women went into the room to see their friend.

Lexi said nothing but she could see that Bo cared deeply for these two women. He told her all about his past. She knew of the things he did to survive. The fact that he survived made her love him even more. Now, he had his sisters back. Even though a part of her feared losing him, Lexi would give him all of her love and anything else that he needed.





Moving On: Bo and Tia



Tia just watched. 

"I never should have told him that I dug into your past. This is my fault. He has always been hypersensitive. Even as kids, he took things to heart. I never thought he'd hurt another person. He told me that he has hit you before. Did he lie Tia?" Manuel asked.

Tia did not respond. "You don't have to answer. Carlos filled me in on some things." Manuel stood and began to pace. "I know you're going to leave him. I don't blame you. When you have the divorce papers drawn, I'll make sure he signs. You are our sister. Tia and I love you girl. I never would have allowed this if I had known."

"He's sick. I can understand that, but I can't stay. Not this time. My family came here, Manuel and they told me I can come home with them. As soon as I'm released, I'm going home." Tia sniffed. "I loved Taz, but I won't let him hurt me anymore. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. Do you have a lawyer?" He asked.

Tia shook her head, "No."

"I know someone. Let me call her." Manuel stated. He then moved over and hugged his sister. "Take care, Tia. You deserve to be happy." Then he left.

Tia cried over her husband for the last time. She cried for a love that once was and would never be again. Outside of her room, two betas from Perry waited. Their alpha had them on alert. They sent and told their alpha of the visit. Perry faced Deandra. "Love, we need to go talk to her. I don't know if I trust his brother." The alpha pair headed to the hospital. Xavier called Lakota.





Moving On: Bo and Tia



Tia stood and walked over to him. Grasping his hands, she told him, "Dallas calm down. What is it?"

He was making her nervous. Lately, she had not seen him as often as she had before. With Lexi and the baby, she wanted t make herself available to her. She missed seeing him.

"Ok, I know you realize that I like you, right?" He asked.

Tia smiled, "I like you, too Dallas. You helped me through a very hard time and..." He stood.

"No Tia, I mean I like you. It's more than just as a friend. I'm messing up. I think about you all of the time. Some nights I don't sleep because I wonder if you think of me even a little. I've wanted to say something for a long time now." 

Tia waited. Dallas spoke some more. 

"I want to get to know you Tia. Not just as a friend, but more. I think we'd be good together." His wolf was fighting for dominance. Tell her. She is ours. She's our mate. He demanded.

Dallas forced the beast down and continued to talk with her.

Tia was silent. He was so handsome and giving. She loved being around him. He was always so serious never really relaxing unless they were alone. She watched him when he reported in. His relationship with Margaret and her husband was strictly professional.

Dallas took a deep breath. "I'm asking, Tia Flores, will you go out with me?"

Tia smiled and stood. She walked over to him. "Dallas Pritchard, I never thought you'd ask. I'd love to go out with you."

Dallas laughed, "Well, Ms. Flores, that was easy. How many dates before I can call you my lady?" He teased.

Tia laughed. He made her feel like no other. "Let's have our first date and then we'll see." She offered. Dallas pulled her to him. 

He kissed her gently, sliding his full lips across her, nipping her plump bottom lip. Tia moved in closer and Dallas wrapped his strong arms around her. She felt so good, so right in his arms. He never wanted to let go.

"Mine!" His beats growled and Tia pulled back.

"Dallas, did you just growl?" She asked.

He looked sheepish. "I'm sorry. I did. I guess you bring out the animal in me."

Tia hugged him It had been so long since she felt a man hold her so intimately. It had been so long since she had been cherished in that way. She wanted him. However, she would not rush. He asked for a date, and she's be ready.

Tiptoeing and kissing him quickly, Tia asked, "When? Where?"

Dallas sighed, "Now, let's go horseback riding."

Tia smiled and said, "Well, sir, let's go."

Alpha, I'm taking Tia out riding. We'll be back later. He sent.

Aright, enjoy. Levin responded.

Dallas and Tia rode most of the afternoon. Soon it was dust and they needed to head back home. Returning to the stables should have happened without incident. However, Dallas scented an set of unfamiliar males. He sent to the alphas who told him to return and they was sending some betas to meet them. 

All of a sudden, Cupcake dashed, throwing Tia. Dallas checked her immediately, and she seemed OK. As he was checking her three men walked out. Tia was scared. The men were willowy and naked. "Tia, stay behind me. Let me deal with them." Dallas explained.

Tia was terrified. She pulled her phone only to realize it broke when she fell. Dallas was talking to the men. Tia was terrified. 

"Look, who are you. This is private property. You need to leave." Dallas stated.

"Man, we ain't going nowhere. We will kill you and take your bitch. I know you called for help, but you'll be dead before they get here." The big man in front jeered.

Dallas was big, but he was greatly outnumbered. The men grabbed him and started punching. Tia stood frozen, but not willing to let them win, she jumped into the fight. Dallas wanted her to at least run. He yelled, Tia go." But one of the men hit her. Them she saw the big guy stomp Dallas, She remembered the first time she was beaten, as a hooker she took it. With Taz, she never fought back. But now Tia Flores was not gonna be some man's punching bag. With an inhuman scream, Tia fight back. The male she attacked was frightened. This woman was human, yet she was a vicious as any bitch he'd ever encountered.

This got him down when the other two males shifted. She screamed. Those men turned into dogs. Then Dallas changed into one as well. The man she knocked down changed too, and Dallas knocked him away. Tia ran. She had to get back and get help. As she was running, more big dogs ran past her and attacked the three that started in. Then she went back; she could not leave Dallas. Although he was something else, he was still her friend.

As she rushed back, she saw Dallas and the wolves that rushed past her rip the other three apart. When Dallas changed back Knox, Zeke, Levin, and Harriet changed back into humans too.

She walked over to them. She faced Dallas. "You saved my life. Thank you. What are you?"

Dallas exhaled. "I didn't want you to find out like this. Alpha Lakota has not given me permission to reveal our nature to you." 

"What are you?" She asked once more.

Dallas faced her, "I am a Werewolf. We all are."

Tia looked at his friends,, all naked and unashamed. "Margaret? Is she like you?" She asked. 

"She is one of our Madam Alphas, our leader." Harriet explained.

"Tia, let's walk back. We would never harm you. You're like family to us." Harriet explained.

"OK, Dallas lagged behind. Hey, give her time. She'll be alright. Knox sent.

They returned home and Margaret met them. Tia glared at her. Bo was concerned and stepped forward. She turned on him, "Are you like them? Are you a wereperson too?" she demanded.

"Girl, what are you talking about?" he demanded.

Margaret stood, but Lakota took her hand. "Tia, I never lied to you. I didn't know how to tell you." She faced Bo. "You are my family, the two people I trusted the most and I lost you. My mate, swore to me that he'd find you and he did. I could not tell you what I am because human are dangerous. They fear us and often end up hurting us. I am a werewolf, as are my mate, and everyone else that lives here. This is my family,. I'm sorry you feel betrayed, but I have to protect my pack."

Lexi waddled in, "Will my baby be a werewolf, too?" She asked.

"No, Lexi, you're not a werewolf and neither is Bo. Your baby is human and he or she will be fine." Margaret explained.

Lexi moved over to Bo who eyed his friend in a way that Lexi did not like. "She is my sister, your sister, Bo. Her being part wolf is just a little extra." She took Tia's hand. "Yesterday, did you doubt her love for you?" She asked both of them.

They whispered, "No."

Lexi exhaled, "Then this changes nothing."

Reina smiled, and Levin hugged Lexi. Tia turned to face Dallas. "I'm still mad at you. They could have killed you. Don't ever scare me like that again." She chastised.

Dallas smiled, "Babe, as long as I have you with me, I have my own body guard. You beat the hell out of that guy. Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked, moving to hold her close. Our mate is strong. She is a fighter. We must train her. His beast declared proudly.

Tia looked away, her mind was flooded with memories. She faced, Bo, Lexi, Margaret, Buddy, and Bernice. "I have a reason to fight now. I have my family back."

Dallas held her then. His mate was brave, beautiful, and compassionate, and she accepted his pack. She was his.