46 comments/ 30830 views/ 37 favorites No More By: MoogPlayer Hello everyone! It's good to be back home for a while. I'm sorry for being gone so long, but because of the book signings as well as the lectures, it was necessary. I hope you all enjoy this story, as it's one that I've been working on for quite a while. Please keep in mind that it is a FICTIONAL story, as well as the fact that ANYTHING CAN and usually DOES happen in a fictional tale. For those of you that like it, let me say "Thank You" in advance. For those that don't like it, well, there are other stories that are available for you to read. In the meantime, I pray that God richly blesses you all, and don't forget to vote. P.S. The subject matter of this particular story is about something, which, according to national statistics, it happens every twelve minutes in this country, and it needs to be stopped. Therefore, reader discretion is advised... ~~~~~ "Does it make you feel like a big man to beat up on and terrorize a woman?" I angrily seethed, "You're a coward, and that's all you'll ever be." "I already told you once that this is none of your business, boy," he growled, "So, I'd back the fuck off if I were you." "Or what?" I taunted him, "What're you going to do?" "This," he drunkenly spat, taking a swing at me. "You just screwed up big time," I heatedly replied, blocking his punch, and then delivering an extremely hard, but lightning fast, roundhouse kick to the left side of his face, "How does that feel, asshole..." ~~~~~~ Chapter One Hi, my name is Michael Thomas Hanson, but I go by "Mike" to my friends. I stand six feet, four inches tall, and I weigh a two hundred and thirty pounds. I have long, shoulder length, dark brown, almost black, hair and light blue eyes. I had an older brother, Rick, who was nine years my senior, and we both were born with the same features. However, Rick got killed in Vietnam on April the fourteenth, a week after my fifteenth birthday, which was on the seventh of April, as well as two weeks before the evacuation of what was once Saigon on the thirtieth April in 1975. And what you're about to read took place during my freshman year in college when I was eighteen, going on nineteen years old, but I'll get to that later in the story, as a little background information is in order first... ~~~~~~ My mother, whose name is Teela, is full blooded Chiricahua Apache Indian; and it was mostly because of her that I was allowed to wear my hair long. My father, whose name was Richard, never really objected to it either. And because he was half Cheyanne Indian and half Dutch, hence the reason I have blue eyes; it also meant that me, and my late brother, Rick, were seventy-five percent Native American, and damn proud of it, too. However, because of the way that the American society was back then, Dad did let me know that I would more than likely be persecuted by some of my peers because of not only the length of my hair, but also because of my Native American heritage. And it was for that reason, along with the discipline that came with it, that he placed me under martial arts instruction at the tender young age of six. Because Mom was a music major in college, as well as the fact that I, too, liked music, she sat me behind a piano not too long after my martial arts training began. She told me that having a musical education would help me be able to better deal with the rigors of my karate classes... ~~~~~~ I was born in Key West, Florida and lived there until I was nine. However, because of the fact that Dad was a Navy fighter pilot who flew the F4 Phantom B, his squadron was sent back to Vietnam so; Mom and I (my older brother, Rick, was already in the Navy by this time, too) were sent to live in Texas with my maternal grandmother. She had a stock ranch that covered an area that was just a little over twelve thousand acres, and she raised some of the finest beef in the country, as well as horses, pigs, and chickens, too. She'd sectioned off about fifty acres of pasture for the purposes of growing not only winter feed for the live-stock, but also for the purposes of growing her own vegetables as well. However, what I was the most thankful for, was the fact that my Sensei down in Key West called a friend of his in Texas who taught the same exact style of the Martial Arts that he did, Togakure Ninjutsu; and would therefore help me to continue with my Martial Arts training... ~~~~~~ I was warmly welcomed by most of the kids that I went to school with, which I was very happy about. But there are bad apples in every bunch; and the reason I say this is, because as I grew older and my hair got longer I started catching flak from the older guys once I got to high school. Thankfully, I only got into one fight when I was a sophomore, and because of the fact that I'd earned my black belt by then, it only took whipping this one guy's ass for him, (he was the school bully), to let the rest of the upperclassmen know that I was not going to be bullied by anyone, case closed... ~~~~~~ I was a musician, and along with the fact that I liked to sing, too; I was immediately recruited by not only the band director, but also my choir director, as well. Both men insisted that I used my electronic keyboards in both of their classes, a Moog 55 Modular synthesizer, a Mini Moog, a Moog Opus 3 Synthesizer, along with a Rhodes, 88 Key, Electric Piano, and a Hammond B-3 Organ, all of which my Granny had purchased for me; and I was not only very proud, but also very happy to do so. And partially because of it, both our choir and our band won more than several State Competitions while I was in high school. However, little did I realize that because of how well I'd honed my ability, as well as the skill needed to play these instruments, I would be offered music scholarships from five different colleges across the country? My biggest regret is that my Granny passed away in her sleep the summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school. It knocked the wind out of me for a while, but knowing Granny like I did, she would've wanted me to celebrate her life as opposed to mourn her death so; that what I did, by buckling down and becoming the very keyboard player that I could... ~~~~~~ In every high school there are different cliques, or groups of people. And while I got along with almost all of the people I went school with, there was this one group of people made up snobs who came from money, as well as the jocks and cheerleaders, and therefore, they thought they were better than everyone else. I discovered early on that I didn't want to be around that particular bunch because of the obvious reasons. I could be found with hanging out with the kids who were either in band and/or choir, usually both, and none of us were trouble makers by any means. Besides, I learned early on to more or less live and let live. That way, I stayed beneath the radar of the principle and/or the vice principal, both of whom were more than capable of dealing with the troublemakers, not only swiftly, but also harshly, too... ~~~~~~ I started working construction for my Mom's brother, my uncle Max during the summer of 1977, before I began my senior year in high school. He treated me just like he did everyone else, and because I wanted to make as much money as I could before going to college, he also let me work for him on Saturdays once school started in the fall. Dad had retired from the Navy by then, and our family was swiftly recovering from losing my brother in Vietnam a couple of years earlier. That was also the year that I met a girl named Lucy Summers, and to say that she was beautiful was an understatement. I began to truly understand what Homer meant when he wrote about the face that could launch a thousand ships. Of course I also knew that once school started, every guy in school was going to be after her to make their own. Me, on the other hand, I simply treated her with pure and total respect, and I tried my best to be as nice as possible every time I was around her, which was only on Sundays at church. Besides, I figured that because her parents had money, she was going to end up becoming a member of the group of snobs that I spoke of earlier. Little did I realize how wrong I was? ~~~~~~ SENIOR YEAR FALL SEMESTER 1977 I was in the band hall right before class began that first morning in order to drop off some paperwork to our band director, Mr., David Shepard, when in walked none other than Lucy Summers. Imagine my delight when I discovered that she was going to not only be in band with me, but when she and I began to talk, I also found out that she was going to be in my choir class, too. "Good morning, Michael," she sweetly said, "What a pleasant surprise it is seeing you here this morning." "Oh, hey Lucy," I smiled, "How are you today?" "I'm good, thank you," she delightfully grinned, walking over to stand next to me, "I didn't know that you were in band. What instrument do you play?" "I play piano and keyboards," I proudly replied, "And I'm in the Jazz Ensemble. I don't have any classes this period so; I stopped by here to give Mister Shepard some paperwork. What instrument do you play?" "I play the Alto Saxophone," she, too, proudly grinned, placing her hand on my arm, "I heard that you made all state band and choir for the past three years. Is that true?" "Yeah," I said, my face turning bright red in embarrassment, "I was lucky. I guess." "That's not what I heard," she giggled, "I heard that you blew the judges away during both competitions. I also heard that you were first chair in your section in not only band, but also first in your section in choir, too." "I don't know about that," I humbly told her, "I just like to play and sing, that's all." "Your Mom told my Mom that your piano teacher used the word, prodigy, when you were just a little guy," she widely smiled, "Do you think you could play and sing for me sometime soon? I'd love to hear you." "Sure," I smiled, "Just let me know when, okay?" "How about right after school this afternoon?" she knowingly giggled, "Besides, I already told my Mom that I was going to your house after we get out of school today." "Sure," I excitedly smiled, "Do you need a ride?" "I've got my own car," she sweetly told me, "But I can follow you if that's alright." "Of course it is," I chuckled, as the band hall began to fill with people, Mr. Shepard walking in as well, "I'll wait for you in the senior parking lot. Is that alright with you?" "It's a date," she sweetly replied, taking her seat, "I'll see you this afternoon, cutie." I gave my paperwork to Mr. Shepard, and then I noticed that Lucy's eyes followed me on the way out, winking at me right before I left..." ~~~~~~ I walked on a cloud for the rest of the morning, and when it came lunch time, Lucy suddenly appeared in front of me asking, "Can I go eat with lunch you, Michael? I still don't know my way around town that well yet." "Of course you can," I grinned from ear-to-ear, "Would you like to ride with me as well?" "Yes, silly," she giggled, "How else am I going to be able to eat with you if we don't ride together?" Then I looked at her and said, "In that case, your chariot awaits, M'lady." "Why, thank you, kind sir," she smiled, taking my arm, "Lead the way; my handsome prince..." ~~~~~~ We had a great time during lunch, and while we ate, we asked one another a barrage of different questions in order to get to know one another better. What I didn't know was that she was like me, a military brat. So you can only imagine the surprise I felt when I found out that her father had also been a Navy fighter pilot, only he had been stationed aboard the U.S.S. Kittyhawk, stationed in San Diego, California. "I hope you don't think that I'm being too forward," she smiled, her cheeks turning pink, "But I was wondering if you had any plans for Friday night, Michael." "Well, I have to get up early on Saturday to go to work," I told her, "But no, I don't have any plans for Friday night. Why do you ask?" "There's new movie I want to see and it's playing at the theater in Lake Jackson, "she replied, "And I was wondering if you might like to go see it with me." "Are you kidding me?" I happily grinned, "I'd love to go. What time would you like me to pick you up?" "Oh, wow," she excitedly grinned, "How does six-thirty sound? The movie doesn't start until eight-thirty. That way, we can stop and get something to eat before-hand." "I think that sounds perfect," I softly replied, slowly reaching across the table and gently taking her hand, "I hope I don't embarrass you by telling you this, Lucy; but you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." "And I think you're the most handsome boy that I've ever seen, Michael," she tenderly replied, gently squeezing my hand. And then she looked at her wristwatch and said, "I could sit here all day talking to you, but I think we're gonna be late for class if we don't hurry up and get moving..." ~~~~~~ Lucy is five feet, eight inches tall, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that are as hypnotic as they are beautiful. She weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred and twenty pounds, and her measurements fit her height. But for those who want to know, she was built perfectly with breasts that looked to be about a 34C and her figure was nice and trim, with a flat stomach and perfectly shaped hips and thighs. Up until now I'd only seen her in a dress at church; but because she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans that day, I got the opportunity to behold the most perfect ass I'd ever seen on a girl. However, because I was still a virgin and didn't really have anything to compare it to, I still thought that it, too, was as perfect as the rest of her... ~~~~~~ Granted, we only had about four blocks to drive before we reached the school campus, but Lucy held tightly onto my hand relinquishing it only when we had to get out of my car. However, she immediately took hold of it again, not letting go until we reached the choir room... ~~~~~~ The moment we reached the choir room, and class began, our choir teacher, Mr., Harold Rankin, let Lucy know that she was going to be a permanent member of Concert Choir, which was the crème of the crop among his choir students. He also told her, that our band teacher, Mr. David Shepard, had asked him to tell her that she was no longer in marching band and that she was to attend Jazz Ensemble, which, again, was the crème of the crop of Mr. Shepard's students. "Congratulations, gorgeous," I excitedly told her, "That means that we're going to be in at least two classes together this semester." "That's great," she widely smiled, taking my hand in front of our fellow choir students so that all could see, "It means that I get to be with you for more than just lunch ti.me; and then she stood up on the tips of her toes and tenderly kissed my cheek... ~~~~~~ I felt like I was on a cloud for the rest of the day, barely being able to stand it until I got to see her in our Jazz Ensemble class, our last class of the day. Needless to say, I really liked her once I got to know her better that day. I only hoped that she liked me, too. But then again, I realized that she had basically asked me out on a date for that coming Friday so; that pretty much answered my question about whether or not she liked me. I was only seventeen at the time and wouldn't turn eighteen until April of the next semester. I later found out that she wouldn't turn eighteen until January, making her a couple of months older than me. However, at the thought of not seeing her again after leaving to go to college, I felt my heart break if only just a little bit. However, I figured that I still had the whole school year to be with her, and I thanked God for allowing me that opportunity at least. Little did I know what lay in wait for either of us when the school year ended...? ~~~~~~ Once classes had let out that afternoon, I waited for Lucy at her car so that she could follow me to my house like we'd planned. So, you can only imagine my surprise when I saw her mother, Mrs. Linda Summers, being dropped off in the senior parking lot by her husband who looked down his nose at me as he drove off. I thought nothing about it at the time and figured he was simply having a bad day... ~~~~~~ "Hello, Missus Summers," I respectfully smiled, "Is something wrong?" "Hi, Michael," she sweetly replied, "Lucy called me a little while ago and asked me to come and get her car so that she could ride with you to your house." "Oh, okay," I grinned, thinking nothing about it, as Lucy suddenly appeared beside her mother, "Hi there, Lucy." "Hello handsome," she sweetly replied, taking my hand as she came to stand beside me, "I wanted Michael to drive me like I told you on the phone." "I can see that," her mother knowingly smiled, as her daughter openly took my hand, interlacing our fingers together, "Oh, I called Michael's Mom to let her know that you would be riding with him, and you've been invited to stay for dinner. That means that I expect you to be on your best behavior, young lady." "Come on, Mom," Lucy giggled, her mother laughing long with her, "You're beginning to sound just like Dad." "She's in good hands, Missus Summers," I very respectfully smiled, "What time do I need to have her home?" "It's a school night tonight," Lucy's Mom said," So, I think eight-thirty would be alright with her father and I. Do we understand one another?" "Yes, ma'am," I said, "I'll make sure to leave my house in plenty of time to have her back at the time you requested." "Thank you, Michael, you're a good boy," she sweetly smiled, gently placing her right palm against my left cheek, and while smiling at her daughter, she grinned and told her, "And he's so handsome, too. Way to go, baby girl!" "Come on. Mom," Lucy complained, her face turning bright red, "You're embarrassing me..." ~~~~~~ After her mother got into her car and left, Lucy waited until I'd driven us off campus before she scooted over to sit right next to me while I drove us home. And as opposed to being nervous like I thought I'd be, it felt completely normal with her sitting so close to me. I even thought that I would be embarrassed, as my experience with girls my own age was extremely limited. "I can tell that my Mom really likes you," Lucy told me, resting her hand on my leg, "And that's a good thing...a very good thing." "You look a lot like your Mom," I softly replied, "That's why you're so beautiful, Lucy." "Aw, thank you, Michael," she softly replied, leaning in and kissing my right cheek, "That was very sweet, and I'm gonna tell Mom what you said the first chance I get. She'll adore you, that's for sure." "What about Lucy?" I smiled, "How does she feel about me?" "She thinks you're the sweetest and the cutest boy she's ever seen," she giggled, "And she can't wait until she knows you well enough to give you a real kiss." "Me either, beautiful," I tenderly replied, "Me either..." ~~~~~~ "Hi Lucy," Mom smiled, gently hugging her the moment we walked through the front door, "It's so good to see you, sweetie." "Thank you for having me over, Missus Hanson," Lucy sweetly replied, smiling and returning the hug Mom had given her, "And let me say thank you in advance for the dinner invitation, too. That was very nice of you to do that." "You're more than welcome, pretty girl," Mom softly told her, "How did you like your first day of school? I'll bet it's a lot different than being in California." No More "Actually it was a lot better than California," Lucy knowingly smiled, "I got to meet this really handsome boy, and he's taking me out on a date this coming Friday, We're going to the movies in Lake Jackson." "Is that right?" Mom knowingly grinned, placing her arm around Lucy's waist, "I guess I'd better tell him to be on his best behavior, or else I'll have to kick his little ass for him," which made both of them fall into a fit of female laughter. "That's enough of that, Mom," I teased, "I don't want Lucy to pick up any of your bad habits..." ~~~~~~ "Oh Michael," Lucy softly gasped, after I'd played a piece by Rachmaninov, "That was beautiful. Will you play and sing for me, too?" "Of course I will," I tenderly replied, gently brushing the back of my hand against her soft, beautiful cheek, "I'll play whatever you want me to," and then I began to the intro to Eric Carmen's version of "All By Myself," and by the time I was finished, I saw her eyes fill with tears as they slowly ran down her face. "Oh, hey now," I said, alarmed, "Please don't cry, Lucy? I'm so sorry for whatever I did to make you so sad." "I'm not sad," she quietly sniffled, as I reached into my back pocket and handed her the handkerchief I always carry, "I just think that you sing so beautifully, and I was really moved just now." "Thank God that's all it was," I sighed, in relief, "I hope you know that I wouldn't hurt you for any reason, not ever." "I know that," she softly smiled, and then she leaned over and gave me a very soft and tender kiss, right on the lips, "I can see now that your heart is as beautiful as you are...and I'm so very thankful that I've finally met a boy that I can talk to without having to fight him off every time we're together." "Who did that to you?" I protectively asked, "Is it anyone I know?" "No, baby," she tenderly smiled, leaning over and gently kissing my lips again, "The person I was talking about lives in California." "What did you say?" I knowingly smiled, "Did I hear you call me "Baby" just now?" "Why," she giggled, "Do you have a problem with it?" "No, not at all," I softly told her, taking her hand and holding it in my own, "I only hope I can find a way to make you keep calling me, baby...baby." And it was then that Lucy asked me to stand up while she placed her arms around my neck; and then with her body pressed firmly to mine, she gave me what I immediately let her know afterward was my first kiss. "Thank you, Michael," she softly replied, "I'm honored to have been able to share that with you. I've really like what I'm feeling right now, but you need to know that I think I might be falling for you, and all I'll ever ask of you is that you don't hurt me. I just couldn't take that. I answered her by tenderly placing my lips against hers, and then with all of the emotion that I could muster, I kissed her again with everything I had, somehow trying to wordlessly make her understand that I would protect her with my own life before I would let any harm befall her for any reason. Granted, we didn't French kiss that night, and I made sure to let her know that I didn't know how to kiss like that, at least not yet. "Relax, baby," she lovingly told me, "We've got plenty of time for that. I'm just happy that you feel the same way about me that I feel about you." "Thank you, my beauty,' I softly replied, "And if you want to know how I really feel about you, let me tell you right now that I would give my life to protect you. I wouldn't yet call it love, but what I feel for you is as close as one can feel without yet being in love...and I want to notice that I said the word, yet, okay?" She was about to reply until she was interrupted by Mom's voice telling us that supper was ready, and to wash our hands and come sit down to eat. "That's so cool," Lucy giggled, "Your Mom sounds just like mine when she calls me and Dad to come and eat..." ~~~~~~ Chapter Two I hadn't heard Dad come in because of the fact that Lucy and I had been in my room listening to music and talking so; you can only imagine the pleasant and surprised look that Dad got on his face when Lucy and I had emerged from the back of the house holding hands. "Well, hello there, Miss Lucy Summers," Dad sweetly smiled, "How're you doing, pretty girl?" "Hi, Mister Hanson," Lucy giggled, "I'm doing quite well, thank you. Oh, and thank you and Misses Hanson for having me over for dinner, too." "Would ya listen to that," Dad teased, "You could sure use a lesson in manners from her, Mike, ya big slob." "You need to leave me alone, "I good naturedly grinned, "I'm not the one who belches at the table once they're done eating." "You shut up," he laughed, "Mister Smart Ass." "Richard," Mom sharply scolded Dad, "You need to watch your mouth, we have a guest in this house. What's wrong with you?" Of course Lucy simply giggled, her face lighting up like a million candles while she did so, and that was the day that I think I first fell in love with her. But I knew to keep that bit of information to myself for the time being, because I didn't want to scare Lucy away. However, little did I realize at the time that she was feeling the same way? I didn't find out until a while later so; please forgive me for getting a little bit ahead of myself... ~~~~~~ "I really like your Mom and Dad," Lucy softly told me, as I drove her home that night, "I think your Dad is funny, and your Mom is so pretty." "Thank you," I proudly smiled, "I'll be sure to tell them what you said." "I don't have to be home for at least another forty-five minutes," she smiled, "We don't we go somewhere and talk?" "I think that it might be better if I got home a little earlier than eight thirty this first time," I smiled, "That way, your folks will be more apt to let me take you out again. What do you think, my beauty?" "I think you're right," she grinned, leaning over and kissing my cheek, "Have I told you how brilliant I think you are?" "No," I teased, "Because I'm a little crazy." "Crazy?" she asked, "What in the world are you talking about, Michael? You're not crazy." "Yes I am," I continued teasing her, "I'm crazy about you." "Oh, you stinker," she giggled, playfully slapping my arm, "But I think you're right, because I'm really crazy about you, too, cutie..." ~~~~~~ Per Lucy's directions, I pulled into the driveway of a very spacious, and judging by the looks of it, a very expensive home. I looked at my watch and saw that it was about ten minutes after eight, making me feel like I'd done the right thing in getting her home early that first night. And like any true gentleman would do, I got out of my car, and after opening Lucy's door for her, I escorted her to her front porch where I received a gentle kiss on the lips. "I had a great time tonight, Michael," she sweetly replied, "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams, handsome," and then she opened her front door and disappeared after closing it behind her... ~~~~~~ The next day became a turning point in my life when I was on my way to meet Lucy for our choir class. I heard a very familiar female voice emanating from right down the darkened hall near the theater cry, "Please let me go...please." It was Lucy's voice and it sounded like she was in trouble so; I took off at a dead run to find these two idiots, Terry Redmond and Johnny Ware, both of them bullies, who had Lucy cornered. Jonny had her arms pinned behind her back while Terry said, "All we want is a kiss, hot stuff...come on and give it up." "I believe you two dickheads heard what the lady said," I growled, making Johnny release his hold on her when I quickly used the knuckles of my right hand to lightly tap his forearm directly on the pressure point a couple of inches below his left elbow, deadening his whole left arm, and making him release her. As I took her away from those two, I heard Terry say, "This ain't over with, Hanson. You'd better grow eyes in the back of your fucking head, asshole..." ~~~~~~ "Are you alright, Lucy?" I asked with concern, "We need to report this to the principle at the very least." "I'm alright now," she softly smiled, "I'm always alright when you're around, baby. Come on, we're going to be late for class," and that was the last of it, or so I thought... ~~~~~~ That afternoon as Lucy and I were on our way to the senior parking lot, I saw both of the idiots I encountered earlier waiting for me at my car, except they had two other guys with them. Lucy immediately said, "I'm going to get some help," and then she quickly took off. "You're not so brave now, are you, Hanson?" Terry Redmond began to laugh I knew that I could take down at least three of them, but I wasn't so certain about the fourth one. However, the one advantage I had against all four of them was that I was taller by at least three inches and I weight about forty to fifty pounds heavier so; I tried to maintain a superior mental attitude. "Look guys," I told them, "You don't want to do this, because I'm not going to screw around with any of you." "Neither are we," Johnny Ware growled, "We're just gonna fuck you up for the hell of it." "You assholes are real brave, aren't you?" I laughed, "Four against one...real brave." "Nah, these guys are just here to carry you to the funeral home when I'm done with your ass," Terry Redmond spat, "Let's get it on, asshole," as he began to advance toward me. He didn't get very far as, the moment he entered my personal space he was met with a hard spinning back kick that connected directly on his nose, dropping him like a hot potato. I heard Jonny Ware begin yelling at the top of his lungs as he tried to rush me. The problem with that was that he was running toward me with his head bowed so; I simply raised my right knee, and connected it with the top of his head, knocking him out cold as he, too, fell to the pavement unconscious. Then the third one tried to punch me so; I simply stepped to the left, grabbing his right wrist with both hands, and then I turned around with my back to him, and pulled his arm straight down over my left shoulder, snapping it backward in the process and making him howl in pain, after which I gave him a hard elbow into his solar plexus just for good measure, knocking the breath out of him right before I let go. However, the moment I turned around to deal with the last of the two idiots who'd accompanied Terry and Johnny, I saw Gary Hobbs and Jim Mercer, two of the starting defensive linebackers for our football team appear, with Lucy coming up behind them. "Hey, Mike," Gary knowingly grinned, when he saw Terry and Johnny out cold on the ground, and their friend holding his right arm in tears "Do you need any help, buddy?" Just then, the fourth guy turned and ran away as I looked at Gary and laughed, "Nah, I think I got it covered this time, but I really appreciate you two being here, thanks fellas." "Not a problem," Jim chuckled, picking Terry Redmond and Johnny Ware up off of the ground, "You assholes are real brave, aren't ya?" "This still isn't over with, Mike Hanson," Terry Redmond spat, still in a bit of a foggy haze from where I'd knocked his ass out, "We'll be back." "You're not very smart, are you, Terry," Jim began to laugh, "This man just handed you your ass, and you want more?" "We'll make a deal with you and Johnny," Gary told the two of them, "If you leave Mike and Lucy alone, then we won't pound your ass for you...and I know you don't want to have to face the whole football team, now, do ya?" "That's not fair," Terry complained before Gary cut him off. "Quit your whining," Gary growled, "It's about as fair as the four of you ganging up on Mike, here. Plus, Lucy told us what you and Johnny did to her earlier today so; shut up." "We're all going to keep an eye on you two this year," Jim menacingly warned the two of them, "So, you better leave the people around here alone, or suffer the consequences, asshole. Do I make myself clear?" Terry simply nodded his head, and then after I handed him a handkerchief to wipe his bloody nose and telling him to keep it, he and Johnny Ware turned and limped away... ~~~~~~ "Holy Shit, Mike," Gary smiled, "Where did you learn to fight like that?" "I studied the Martial Arts from the time I was six until I was sixteen," I proudly replied, "But I only use it to defend myself, as you can see." "Wow," Jim grinned, "Do you think you could teach us to fight like that?" "I could teach you some basic self-defense techniques," I smiled, "But that's about all we'll have time for. I'm going to college next year and I won't be around here that much." "That's cool," Gary grinned, "When can you start teaching us?" "I work on Saturdays," I said, "How about if we meet at the practice field around one o'clock Sunday afternoon?" "Perfect," Jim grinned, "We'll see you there, and thanks Mike." "He's right, Mike," Gary kindly smiled, "Oh, and by the way, you and Lucy look great together, bro," and then they turned and walked away smiling... ~~~~~~ The moment they were out of sight, Lucy jumped into my arms and kissed my lips, "I hope I don't scare you away with what I'm about to tell you, but I love you, Michael Hanson," tears filling her beautiful blue eyes, "I love you with all my heart." "I love you, too," I sighed, feeling like a ten ton weight had been lifted from my shoulders, "I've loved you since the very first time I saw you in church that first Sunday a few weeks back..." ~~~~~~ That afternoon I drove home from school with a smile on my face and a fire in my heart. I was in love with Lucy and she was in love with me. I couldn't imagine my life being any better than it was at that moment. However, nothing lasts forever and I knew that Lucy and I were going to face heart break at the end of the summer when we had to go our separate ways to go college. Little did I know what was waiting for me on the not too distant horizon where that particular issue was concerned? But that day was still quite a ways off so; I would put it in the back of my mind and enjoy the time we had left to be together... ~~~~~~ "Hi, baby," Mom smiled, when I walked into the house, "I heard you had a rather exciting afternoon." "Jeez, Mom," I playfully groaned, "Are you telepathic or something?" "No, not at all," she knowingly grinned, "Your girlfriend called here a few minutes ago to tell me about how her knight in shining armor saved her from the clutches of two creeps at school." "Girlfriend huh?" I teased, "And just what on earth makes you think Lucy's my girlfriend?" "Michael Thomas Hanson," Mom laughed, "Don't you dare try to tell me that you don't care for that beautiful young lady; because I can tell by the way that you two act around one another that the two of you are crazy about each other. Remember, this is your old Mom you're talking to, boy." "I love you, Mom," I smiled, pulling her into a hug, "And you're not old." "I love you, too, Michael," she gently replied, placing the palm of her hand against my right cheek, "And I think that Lucy Summers is the prettiest little thing I've ever seen, not to mention that she's as sweet as she can be." "She is," I smiled, looking out the window into an imaginary distance, "She really is..." ~~~~~~ I'd already done my homework and handed it in before leaving school that day, like I'd always done since I was in the first grade. So; with that in mind, and because I was very strict in my adherence to my Martial Arts training I headed out to the barn where I'd more or less set up a room specifically designed for the purposes of training. I went through my forms, or Katas, as they're called, and then I began my work out on my kick bags, as well as my wooden training dummy. I'd been concentrating on my training that I'd not seen Lucy slip into the barn to watch me, and still wouldn't have known she was there had she not spoken to me. "Hello there, my love," she softly said, "Wow, you sure look hot covered in all that sweat. Mmm, it makes me tingle all over just looking at you." "Hi, baby," I grinned, "I didn't hear you come in. What're you doing here?" "What," she teased, her beautiful face shining, "I can't come and see my boyfriend whenever I want to?" "Of course you can," I smiled, attempting to hug her before she halted my advance. "Oh, no ya don't," she giggled, "You go take a shower and then you can hug me all you want to." "Oh, okay," I playfully complained, "You sure drive a hard bargain, woman..." ~~~~~~ "I'm sorry for interrupting your workout," she softly told me, as I held her in my arms after I took a shower, "But I just had to see you because I love you so much, Michael." "I love you, too," I tenderly replied, "And I was almost finished working out anyway." "Ya know I sat there watching you for quite a while before I spoke up," she said, "You must've trained a very long time to be able to do the things I saw you do." "I studied for ten years," I smiled, "And it was also because of the fact that my Sensei was a great influence. He made me want to strive for excellence in order to do the very best I could." "I don't know a whole lot about the Martial Arts," Lucy told me, "But I can't imagine anyone being any better than you, my love." "I just earned my black belt last year," I proudly replied, "And there are people out there that're a whole lot better than me, because they've been practicing for a whole lot longer than I have." "Maybe so," she smiled, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss, "But I can't imagine anyone being any sweeter than you are. And I guess that's why I guess it was such a surprise to me when I saw you kick the hell out of those creeps earlier this afternoon. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Michael?" "Of course I do," I gently smiled, pulling her into my arms, "My Sensei taught me to basically have a soft touch and be gentle, but when I was approached by trouble, he also taught me to have an iron hand and a strong will." "And that's what makes you so special in my eyes," she tenderly cooed, "You're the strongest person I know, and I know that you can handle yourself very well in any given situation. But when it comes to me, you're as gentle as a kitten; and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would never hurt me, or let me be hurt by anyone...I love you so much," and when she was finished speaking, she had a sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes, the likes of which I'd never seen before." Lucy had only stayed for about an hour and a half before she told me that she had to head back home, and while I hated to see her go, I most certainly loved to watch her walk away. And it was then that I decided I was going to spend the rest of my life with, regardless of how difficult it was going to be in the next few years I was in college. But like I said earlier, little did I realize that something very special was awaiting me on the horizon in the not too distant future...? ~~~~~~ Later that evening at Lucy's house, she had just finished doing her homework and was sitting down to eat supper with her mother and father when her Linda Summers smiled and spoke to her daughter. "So, tell me, baby girl," Linda gently smiled, "How was Michael doing when you saw him this afternoon after school?" "He was just fine, Mom," Lucy giggled, "And I do mean fine." "He certainly is a handsome thing," Linda girlishly teased her daughter, "I can see why you're so crazy about him." "And that's thing, Mom," Lucy began, "I know that he cars for me, too. He really does." No More "Is that right?" Linda smiled, as Lucy nodded her head, "Tel me, sweetie, how can you tell?" "Where do I start?" Lucy began, "He's never once been improper with, or around me, and he most certainly didn't try to shove his tongue down my throat the first time I kissed him; unlike those jerks out in San Diego who couldn't keep their hands to themselves. He's a true gentleman, always opening my door for me, you know, things like that; but most of all, he's so sweet to me, and he's as gentle as a kitten, especially after what happened out in the parking lot after school today. And last but not least, even though he's the most handsome boy I've ever seen, he's not a stuck up jerk." "Is that right?" Linda knowingly grinned, and then after reaching across the table and taking a hold of her daughter's hand, she smiled and told her, "He sounds like a very special man to me, sweetheart." "Hmph," Gerald Summers, Lucy's father snorted, "I don't give a damn how special you think he is, I still say he could use a haircut. He looks like a fucking girl." "Leave him alone, Daddy," Lucy defensively told her father, "He could whip your butt on his worse day so; you'd better not start any trouble like you did with my last boyfriend," and then because of the fact that her father had said what he did, Lucy stood up from the table, and with tears beginning to fill her eyes, she looked at her him and cried, "I know that you're my father, but sometimes you make me really hate you," and then she turned and ran down the hall to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. "You son of a bitch," Linda heatedly growled at her husband, "How dare you say those things to her. She's your daughter for fuck's sake...This is your last warning, I don't give a damn how much money you make. You'd better start treating Lucy better or else you'll find yourself all alone with the money that you're so proud of. Do you hear me?" and then she, too, got up from the table and walked down the hall to comfort her daughter. Of course Gerald Summers said nothing, knowing that his wife had been right... ~~~~~~ "I'm so sorry about that, baby," Linda sniffled, pulling her daughter into her arms, "I know your father didn't mean the things he said to you." "Stop defending him, Mom," Lucy cried, "You and I both know that this isn't the first time this has happened. What have I done to him to make him treat me the way he does?" "You haven't one a thing, my angel," Linda began to cry, "You're father wasn't the same after he came home from Vietnam." "That's such bullshit," Lucy seethed, "Did you know that Michael's father did the same thing as Daddy did, and even flew the same kind of plane that Daddy did? And he's just as sweet as he can be." "No I didn't know that," Linda replied, "Maybe your father and Michael's father should sit down and talk with one another." "No," Lucy defensively barked, "I don't want Michael's family to know that my father is such an asshole. Don't take this personal, Mom, but as soon as I turn eighteen, I'm going to use the trust fund that Granddaddy left me, and I'm going to leave this place." "I know you don't really mean that, sweetheart," Linda soothed her, "You're just upset right now, that's all." "It's got nothing to do with being upset, Mom," Lucy sniffled, "Once I go off to college, I'm never coming back, I mean that..." ~~~~~~ The next morning at school, I met Lucy in the parking lot; and while she was her normal, sweet and beautiful self, I could tell that something was bothering her. Of course I didn't know how I knew, I simply knew and could feel it, and that was all that mattered to me. Lucy had become my heart, and because something was bothering her, it bothered me, too... ~~~~~~ Our classes went well, but by the afternoon, Lucy seemed a little distracted so; I decided to approach her about it after school. "I can tell that something is bothering you, baby," I said, "Please tell me what it is, because I can't bear the thought of you hurting inside so; will you please, please tell me?" "I'm alright, Michael," she grinned, "I swear to you that I am." "Are you sure?" I asked, "You know that you can tell me anything, don't you?" "I know," she grinned, "And I promise you that nothing's wrong with me." "We're alright, you and me," I fearfully asked her, "You're not having second thoughts about us, are you?" "Now what on earth would make you ask me something like that?" she sweetly replied, standing on her toes and gently kissing my lips, "I love you with all my heart, Michael, and I promise you that nothing will ever change where that's concerned." "Okay," I smiled, relieved yet still concerned, "If you say so." "I do say so," she giggled, "Has anyone ever told you that you worry entirely too much sometimes." "I'm really sorry about that," I crossly replied, "But forgive me for being concerned about you, because I love you." Then she leaned up and whispered in my ear, "My period started last night," and after leaning back away from me, she grinned and said, "Now do you understand what's going on?" "Damn," I smiled, embarrassed to no end, "I'm sorry, Lucy. I guess that maybe I shouldn't be so nosy sometimes." "Ya think?" she giggled, then told me "But I still love you anyway, ya big lug...I'll tell you what, let's go to the Dairy Queen and we can share a banana spilt, okay?" "Okay," I chuckled, shaking my head, "I'm really sorry, baby. Can you ever forgive my ignorance about those things?" "Are you kidding me?" she girlishly giggled, "That's one of the things I love the most about you; and just so you know, you're not ignorant, you're still innocent; and all that matters is that I love you more than anything, Michael..." ~~~~~~ We stayed at the Dairy Queen for a little over an hour, talking, holding hands, and simply enjoying being together. And I realized that I truly did love her the exact same way she loved me, more than anything in the world. Still though, before we parted ways for the day, she promised me that she was alright and that I shouldn't worry, especially after the information she'd shared with me earlier concerning the biological workings of the female body. However, while I was driving home that afternoon, I couldn't ignore the bad feeling that something was happening, and I could tell that it wasn't something good either. But if Lucy told me that she was alright, then I was left with no choice but to believe her. After all, she'd never once lied to me, I would've known in my heart if she had. Still though, I couldn't ignore the voice inside of me telling me otherwise. But I decided to let the feeing rest, because until I had definitive proof otherwise; that's all it was, just a feeling... ~~~~~~ Chapter Three The rest of the week went smoothly for both of us, and because we got to see one another on a daily basis at school, my love for Lucy grew every time I laid eyes on her. However, when Friday rolled around, all that either of us could talk about was the date were going on that night. And I was excited beyond belief. This was going to be our first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend... ~~~~~~ After stopping by the florist earlier that afternoon and picking up a dozen roses to present to her when I got to her house that evening, I went directly home with a smile on my face as big a the state of Texas. "Are you excited, son?" Dad knowingly grinned, seeing me place the roses into the refrigerator until I left to pick Lucy up, "This is the first time you've ever been out on a date, yes?" "Yes sir," I excitedly grinned, "I've never been this excited before in my life." "I know that you've been taught how to treat a girl so, I'm not going to lecture you about it. Besides, your mother and I can tell that you and that pretty little girl are crazy about each other." "I'm not just crazy about her," I said, "I love her, Dad. I love her with all my heart." "That's a pretty bold statement," Dad smiled, "Especially considering that you two haven't know each other for very long." "Come on, Dad," I chuckled, "Didn't I hear you tell Rick one time when I was little that you fell in love with Mom the very first time you ever saw her?" "Yeah, you did," Dad sadly replied, at the mention of my brother; but then he lifted his eyes up to look at me with big smile on his face and said, "I'm just making sure that you keep everything in perspective, son. The last thing I want to see is either of you two getting hurt. Do you know what I mean?" "Yes sir, I know exactly what you're talking about, Dad," I respectfully told him, "But tell me, don't you think she's the prettiest girl you've ever seen?" "Your mother is the prettiest girl I've ever seen," Dad warmly smiled, "But Lucy definitely comes in a close second, how's that?" "That's good enough for me," I proudly grinned, "And I'm going to do everything in my power to see that we spend the rest of our lives together." "Uh huh," Dad grinned, playfully smacking me on the rump with the newspaper he'd been reading, "Go get in the shower, loverboy. You don't want to keep that pretty girl waiting, do ya...?" ~~~~~~ Mom had just come in from work, and unknown to Dad and I, she'd heard the whole conversation that had taken place between us. After making her presence known to Dad, she came in and sat in his lap with happy tears in her eyes and told him, "Our baby has grown up while we weren't looking, honey." "I know," Dad tenderly told her, "And he reminds so much of myself at that age it's a little scary." "He's going to grow up to be such a kind and wonderful man, honey," Mom sniffled, "And I'm so proud of that kid; aren't you?" "I'm extremely proud of him, baby," Dad smiled, tenderly kissing Mom's lips, "And he's going to great things one day. I can just feel it." "I know what you mean," Mom smiled, "My only regret is that his Grandmother isn't here anymore to see all of this. I know that she would've been so proud of him." "How do you know that she can't see him, honey?" Dad smiled, "She had the strongest faith of anyone that I've ever known. And that's why I know in my heart that she can see everything that boy is doing." "You're right," Mom softly smiled, "Michael was definitely his Granny's boy when she was alive. I can feel her, as well as all of her teachings in him; especially now that he's almost grown..." ~~~~~~ After I finished showering, I decided to wear my hair loose as opposed to back in a ponytail like I normally did. However, in order to do that, I was going to need Mom's help, as I wouldn't be able to see everything. Of course I knew that she would do it for me, because she would want me to look as nice and as good as possible for my first date with Lucy... ~~~~~~ "You sure have grown up to be a handsome rascal," Mom proudly smiled, as she ran the blow-dryer through my hair, "Hearts are going to be breaking all over the world tonight, that's for sure." "Stop that," I laughed, "The heart I'm worried about is Lucy's." "You love that little girl," Mom smiled, "Don't you, honey?" "I love her with all my heart, Mom," I softly told her, "I hope that's alright with you and Dad." "You don't know this so; I'll tell you," Mom sweetly smiled, "I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I heard the whole conversation you had with your father earlier; and I wanted to let you know that when you ask her to marry you, your father and I will support the two if you one hundred and ten percent." I don't know how or why it happened, but my eyes began to suddenly fill with tears as they ran down my face when I looked at Mom told her, "I can't explain what I'm feeling right now, but I love her so much that it almost hurts, Mom. Why is that?" "It's okay, baby," Mom smiled, as she gently wiped the tears from my face with a piece of tissue, "You're so much like your father, because he loves with all of his heart, too. There's nothing wrong with loving someone like that, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Do you hear me, my wonderful son?" "Yes, ma'am," I warmly replied, "And just so you know, I love you and Dad very much, Mom; and I always will." "I know, baby," Mom smiled, as she finished drying my hair for me, "Now," she grinned smacking me on the rump, "I want you to get your girlfriend...I hope you have a wonderful time tonight..." ~~~~~~ For some unknown reason, Lucy's father wasn't there when I went to pick her up that night, but because I had more important things on my mind, I didn't worry about it. "Oh, my God," Linda gasped, when she answered the door, "Look at all of that beautiful hair." "Hi, Ms. Linda," I grinned, "Is Lucy ready to go?" "Not yet, sweetie," she smiled, taking my right hand, as the box containing Lucy's roses was in my left one, "But come on in anyway," "Thank you," I politely replied "Goodness me," she giggled, "I still can't get over how gorgeous your hair is. You ought to wear out like that more often." "I would," I smiled, "But it gets in the way most of the time." "LUCY," Linda yelled down the hall, "MICHAEL IS HERE TO GET YOU. HUURY UP!" "TELL HIM I'LL BE RIGHT OUT," Lucy replied. "I guess you heard that," Linda smiled, "Would you care for something to drink, sweetheart?" "No. ma'am," I told her, "I'm good for now." "Oh, my God, Michael," I suddenly heard Lucy gasp from behind me, "Look at all of that hair, Oh, baby, it looks so wonderful out like that," and then she walked up to me and greeted me with a soft kiss, "Hi, handsome." "Hello, my love," I gently replied, handing her the roses, "Here, I wanted you to have these," as I opened the lid on the box. "Aw, Michael, sweetheart," she softly smiled, taking a rose out of the box and placing it to her nose, smelling it, "These are so pretty...Mom, could you get me a vase to put these in, please?" "Let me have them, baby," Linda softly replied, gently taking the box of roses, "I've got the perfect vase to put them in...I'll put them in your room, okay, sweetie." "Thanks Mom," she smiled, as I handed Linda the box. "Wow, you look really nice, Lucy," I honestly replied, once I saw her wearing a miniskirt with black patent leather pumps on her feet, and a light, silk cream colored blouse that made her look elegant. Her makeup had been flawlessly applied, and her long blonde hair had been cured as it gently caressed her gorgeous face and then fell down her back stopping right at her tiny waist. She looked stunning, and I didn't hesitate to let her know about it, either. "I better go back home to get a bat," I teased her, "I'm going to need it to beat all the guys away just to keep them from trying to steal you away, beautiful." What a sweet thing to say," Lucy tenderly replied, "I love you for that, Michael; you always know just what to say to make me feel pretty." "Baby you've always been pretty," I softly replied, "But tonight you look absolutely stunning." "Mmm, so do you," she smiled, and then she began to giggle when she told me, "I think that I'm the one who's going to need a bat to beat the girls away from trying to steal my boyfriend away from me." "The only way I'd ever go away from you is if you told me to leave," I replied, "And I mean that." "Oh, no," she giggled, "You're stuck with me now, because I ain't ever letting you go." "That makes me so happy to you say that, my love," I warmly replied, taking her into my arms, "Are you ready to go?" "Wait a minute, you two," Linda smiled, holding a camera in her hand, "I want to take a picture so that you guys can remember tonight." "I know that I'll never forget, Mom," Lucy giggled, taking my hand and leading me into the living room, "I want you to take a picture with me sitting in Michael's lap, Mom." Lucy had me sit in a large, and clearly antique, Queen Anne style chair, and the moment I sat down, she was in my lap with her arms around my neck, "Okay, Mom, go ahead and take the picture," and as I saw the flash, I heard the camera's shutter snap as a moment later, Lucy stood up and grabbed my hand. "Let's go, baby..." ~~~~~~ "Thank you for this, baby," Lucy softly said, her head on my shoulder as I drove us to Lake Jackson, a neighboring town that was roughly some thirty miles away, on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, "I've never had anyone who's treated me like you do." "I treat like I do because I love you, Lucy," I smiled, "And I'll never stop loving you." "Have you thought about where you want to take me to dinner?" she hopefully asked. "Nah, not really, "I teased her, "I thought we could go grab a burger somewhere." "Michael Thomas Hanson," she laughed, "You'd better not take me to some damn burger joint. Besides, I didn't get all dressed up like this for nothing, you shit." "I wouldn't dare do you that way, my love," I chuckled, "But you're going to love the place we're "Really," she wistfully asked, "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise," I softly replied, but then I decided to mess with her one more time when I said, "Oh, and one more thing, Miss Lucy; who told you what my middle name was?" "Your Mom did," she impishly giggled, "I called your house while you were in the shower and you Mom told me. She said that it would get you all riled up if I used it." "Uh, huh," I chuckled, "I can already tell that I'm going to have to keep you away from my Mom." "I love your parents so much," Lucy softly smiled, "I especially love your Mom. She told me that we need to hurry up and graduate so that you can marry me, because she said that she always wanted a daughter." I don't know why or how, but the moment my beautiful Lucy said what she did, my eye again began to fill with tears. And regardless of how hard I tried to hide them from her, Lucy immediately saw them running down my cheeks. "Michael," Lucy asked, concern in her voice, "What's wrong, baby? Are you alright?" "I'm okay," I sniffled smiling, "It's just that...well...I've never really been in love before, and I never knew that it would feel like it so does." "Aw. It's okay, sweetheart," Lucy tenderly smiled, reaching into her purse to withdraw a piece of tissue, and then she began to wipe the tears from my cheek, "Do you mind telling me what you're feeling right now?" "Something sweet, pure, and so soft, gentle and kind, all piled in together," I quietly replied, "It's kind of hard to explain, but that's as close as I can come to really describing it, but it's really powerful, too. I mean, it's like my heart feels so full that it's going to burst every time I'm around you, or every time I think of you, but most definitely every time I'm around you." "I love you, Michael," Lucy sweetly told me, gently holding me in her arms as I drove, "And I promise you that I'll always love you, too..." ~~~~~~ After I drove us across the intercoastal bridge and headed toward the beach, I turned right, and a couple of miles later, we pulled into the parking lot of a white stone building that had a red neon light coming from behind black custom cursive written stone letters that read "Giannelli's" hanging on the building. And because I'd made reservations, I pulled up to the valet stand and got out. After her door had been opened for her. I took Lucy's hand and told her, "Come, my love; a magical evening awaits us... ~~~~~~ As we were being escorted to our table the whole restaurant went silent as every eye in the house beheld the most beautiful female God ever created, making my heart soar at knowing that we were now eternally bound to one another. The most amazing thing about that was the fact that we were both virgins and hadn't made love yet. But don't get me wrong, I wasn't in that big of a hurry...not yet anyway. I knew it would happen when everything was perfect and the time was right, and only God knew when that would be... No More ~~~~~~ Because of the fact that we were both still underage, we drank iced tea with our appetizer, which was Calamari, and I thought that Lucy was going flip the first time she tasted it. "Oh, my God, Michael," she grinned, "This is so good. What is it made of?" "Are you sure you want to know?" I grinned, "You might not want to eat anymore if I told you." "Come on now," she laughed, "I'm not a child ya know." "No, you're not," I smiled, agreeing with the obvious, "Alright then, it's fried squid." "Well, it tastes damn good," she giggled, as spearing another piece with her fork and popping it into her mouth after dipping it in a small bowl of marinara, "I could eat this whole thing, yummy." "Do you know what you want for an entrée?" I asked her, perusing the menu, "Everything here tastes really good." "I'll tell you what," she sweetly smiled, "I'll let you pick it out for me, okay?" "Okay," I grinned, already knowing what I was going to order, "I think you'll really enjoy what I choose for you..." ~~~~~~ After twenty minutes had passed, our server appeared at our table to take our order. Her name was Maggie Haynes, and she was somewhere in the neighborhood of about twenty-five or twenty-six. She was very pretty, but she couldn't hold a candle to my beautiful Lucy, hell, no one could back then, nor can they even now, but once again, please forgive me for getting ahead of myself. Maggie looked hauntingly familiar to me, and when she said what she did next, it made both Lucy and me come to absolutely adore her. "I know you, Michael Hanson," she smiled, "But I'm pretty sure you don't remember me. You were just a little fella the last time I saw you." "Is that right?" I grinned, "And how is it that you know me?" "I used to date your brother, Rick, when we were in high school," she sadly replied, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, "And I was really sad to hear that he was killed," and by this time she was fighting tooth and nail not to break down and cry right there on the spot. So, in order to sooth her sadness, I stood up and gently took her into my arms, lightly hugging her while I softly told her, "Shh, it's okay now, everything is going to be alright, Maggie." "I'm really sorry about this, you guys," she sniffled, wiping her eyes with one of the handkerchiefs, which at my mother's insistence, I always carried, "I didn't mean to fall apart like this." "At one time you apparently cared very deeply for my brother," I smiled, "And according to laws of my people, that makes you my sister." "Can you give me a few minutes?" she began to cry, "I need to go get myself together. I'll be right back, I promise," and then she swiftly left our table, taking my handkerchief with her. "Poor thing," I sadly told Lucy, who was near tears herself by this time, "She must've been devastated when Rick was killed." "You're such a sweetheart, Michael," Lucy sweetly replied, wiping her eyes with her napkin as she reached across the table and took my hand, "I loved it when you stood up and gave that poor girl a hug. That's just one more reason why I love you so much..." ~~~~~~ A slight but few moments later, Maggie reappeared at our table wearing a bright but happy smile on her face. I still felt like there was something more than just the way that she felt about my brother that got her so upset, but like it says in the bible, "That which is in darkness eventually comes to light so; with that in mind, I ordered our entrees... ~~~~~~ "I'll have the Chicken Cacciatore," I smiled, "And the lady will have a small order of Shrimp Scampi, with a side of Penne." "Do you want you Penne spicy or mild?" Maggie asked. "Do you like spicy food, my love," I asked Lucy. "Oh, yes," she excitedly grinned, "I love spicy food," then she held her hand out to Maggie and said, "My name is Lucy Summers, and it's so nice to meet you, Miss Maggie." "You can dispense with the Miss, pretty girl," Maggie giggled, shaking Lucy's hand, "It's just plain old Maggie; and it's really nice to meet you, too, Lucy," and then she turned to me and said, "My God, Michael, she's so beautiful." "Thank you, Maggie," I proudly smiled, "I think so, too." "I'll go and put your order in," and then she left our table, headed to the kitchen, but not before she refilled our tea and took away what was left over from the appetizer, which, needless to say, was only the plate it was served in... ~~~~~~ Not too long after Maggie left our table, a small Jazz type band took the stage, and because they had already been set up, the sound of soft Jazz tunes filled the air. I could tell by the look on Lucy's face when people began filling the dance floor that she also wanted to dance s; I looked at her and softly asked her, "Would you like to dance, baby?" "I'd love to," she replied, "But I've never danced to this kind of music before." "It's like dancing to slow music," I told her, "But you move a little faster." "I'm a good follower," she smiled, taking my hand as we stood, "So, lead on, my love..." ~~~~~~ We danced together like we'd been doing it our whole lives, and I can't begin to describe the feelings that were coursing through me as my beautiful Lucy held her body against mine. Granted, I might felt a bit of a tingle emanating from my groin; but because I loved Lucy so very much, I was easily able to control my body's reaction to the situation. However, little did my precious Lucy realize that a beautiful conspiracy was about to befall her? It was one that would eternally seal the bond between us. The guy that was more or less the band leader, was also a friend of mine that I knew from when he and my brother used to hang out together. And when I was told earlier when I made our reservation that he and his band would be playing there that night, I called him to set up what was about to happen. Like I said, he was an old friend of mine and his name was Joseph Landers so; right before Lucy and I left the dance floor after the third song, I nodded at him without Lucy seeing it, We'd been in our seats for about two or three minutes when Joey stepped up to the microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest with us tonight. I've known him since he was but a boy, and tonight he and his girlfriend are here dining with us, He won't tell you this, but he is a musical prodigy so; I want you to put your hands together an welcome Mister Michael Hanson to the stage. "You stinker," Lucy giggled, as the restaurant's spotlight hit our table. And after I stood up, I leaned over and kissed Lucy's beautiful lips right there, in front of God and everyone, and then I quickly made my way to the stage... ~~~~~~ I took a seat behind the piano, and before I began to play, I looked out into the audience, and speaking into the microphone that had been set up behind the piano just for me, I smiled and said, "Before I play, ladies and gentlemen, would you please give Mister Joey Landers and his band a nice round of applause?" Of course the whole restaurant rendered a very loud round of applause, making Joey and his guys all proudly smile, getting up from the instruments to stand and bow. Then once they were all back in their places, I got back on the microphone and told the audience, "There is a very special girl that came here with me tonight, and I wanted you all to know, that if I ever lost her, I would wither away and die so; the song I'm about to play is dedicated to her. I began the intro to Harry Nilsson's version of "Without You". I sang and played with my whole heart. I looked into Lucy's eyes with every word I sang. And like her, I was almost in tears myself, as I watched her wipe her tears several times throughout the song. When I was done, there was not a dry eye in the house, but as the audience roared, almost shaking the building with their applause, I heard more that several people yell the words, "BRAVO" and "ENCORE", followed by "MORE, MORE; MORE! SING ANOTHER ONE!" After the applause died down, Joey got on his microphone and said, "What do you think, ladies and gentlemen? Do you want him to play another one?" and of course the audience came practically unglued, until I agreed to play another song. This time we played Joe Cocker's version of "Feeling Alright" and because he knew all of the lyrics, Joey sang. We rocked the house and when the time came for me to play a piano lead, I stood up behind the piano and played my ass off. Hell the guys in the band were grooving so well that they insisted that I take a long, two minute lead before I looked at the guitar player and nodded at him to take over. Needless to say, he only played for eight bars before Joey got back on the vocals again, and instead of repeating the last chorus which normally ended the song, I was told to take a rocking piano lead, practically smoking the keys on the way out. When we were done, we got a ten minute standing ovation, with the audience chanting, "MICHAEL, MICHAEL, MICHAEL." Of course I waited until everyone had calmed back down and then said, "Thank you all so much. You've honored me tonight like never before, but I'm going to get back to my table and eat before my food gets cold..." ~~~~~~ The moment I got back to our table, Lucy stood up and excitedly threw her arms around my neck, covering my face with sweet and tender kisses, until I finally got her to let me go of me so that we could sit back down... ~~~~~~ "Holy shit, baby," Lucy giggled, her eyes excitedly dancing like candles in the wind, "I never knew that you played like that. You really are a prodigy, aren't you?" "Not really," I humbly replied, "I just enjoy doing what I do, that's all." ~~~~~~ Chapter Four After we'd finished eating our dinner and enjoying a piece of strawberry cheesecake, I noticed the time when looked at my watch and figured that the movie we were going to go see would be almost over. "That's alright," Lucy grinned, when I told her about it, "I had a better time here than I ever would've had at the movie theater. Besides, it's not every day that a girl gets watch her man rock and roll before a live audience. My God, Michael, you sounded great up there." "Thank you, baby," I smiled, "I'm happy to know that you think so." "I don't just think so, I know so," she softly replied, taking my hand into hers, "You should really consider going pro." However, before I had the chance to reply, a gentleman that looked to be roughly the same age as my parents approached our table and said, "Excuse me for interrupting you, but my name is Carlo Giannelli, and my family owns this establishment. Would you mind very much if I joined you for a moment?" "Not at all, Mister Giannelli," I graciously smiled, standing up to shake his extended hand, "Please have a seat." "Thank you," he grinned taking a seat between us, "I wanted to tell you that you play and sing extremely well, young Michael." "That's because he's a prodigy," Lucy proudly giggled, "He really is, Mister Giannelli." "I can certainly tell, little one," he kindly smiled, "And I wanted to extend an invitation to you to come and play again tomorrow night." "While I thank you from the bottom of my heart sir," I nicely replied, "I'm not sure I can do that on such a short notice, sir." "That's quite understandable," he grinned, "How about next weekend then? I'll pay you two hundred dollars per night for both Friday and Saturday. Besides, Joey told me that he could get the songs together, and with you being a prodigy and all, I'm quite certain that you'll have no trouble whatsoever learning the material. I'll even reserve a couple of tables for whomever you wish to bring with you." "That's very generous of you, sir," I politely replied, and by this time, Joey and his guys had gathered around our table, "But you should know up front that I'm not a jazz player. I play rock and roll." After he heartily laughed, he looked at me and said, "You don't know this, but the Lieutenant Governor of the state of Texas was in here tonight, and he told me only moments ago that I needed to liven up this place, and that I should also secure your talents at any price. Besides, I like rock and roll, too. My late father was the one who brought the jazz band in, not me. Will you do it, please? I'll even up your end to another hundred dollars a night. What do you say?" "That's six hundred dollars a week for two nights," I said, "That's not very fair to you, Mister Giannelli." We're only open four nights a week, Wednesday through Saturday," he told me, "And what I'm offering you is a mere pittance in comparison to what I'm offering you, young man." "Come on, Mike," Joey chuckled, "You can do this with your eyes closed, man." "I'll tell you what," I grinned, "Let me talk to my parents first, and then I'll let you know by no later than four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, okay?" "Perfect," Mister Giannelli smiled, shaking my hand, "In the mean time, your meals are on the house tonight whether you decide to take me up on my offer or not, okay." "I thank you, sir," I replied, standing with him and shaking his hand, "That's very kind of you." "You're more than welcome, Michael," he smiled, "And I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow," and then he turned and walked away. "You're going to make a lot of money, brother," Joey grinned, "You wait and see." "Maybe so," I chuckled, "But this is all a moot point if my parents say no." I've got a strange feeling that they're going to be tickled shitless," Joey knowingly grinned, "I don't know how I know, but I just know." "We'll see," I grinned, as Maggie approached our table with a giant smile on her face, "I'll call you in the morning Joey and let you know, okay?" "No problem little brother," he grinned, "In the mean time, I need to get something to eat before we go back on stage. I'll talk to you later, Mike," and then he and the guys disappeared... ~~~~~~ "Holy cow, Michael," Maggie smiled, leaning down and hugging me, "You sounded excellent." "Thanks Maggie," I grinned, reaching into my pocket and with drawing a twenty dollar bill. And as I handed it to her, I smiled and said, "Mister Giannelli is picking up the cost of our meal, but I wanted to leave this tip for you, and I don't want to hear any arguments either." "Aw, thank you sweet boy," she began to sniffle. Then she handed me a piece of paper with something written on it and said, "This is my phone number. I want you and your folks to call me tomorrow, because I've got something that belongs to Rick; and I know that your Mom and Dad would want to know about it, okay?" "Of course," I gently replied, "I'll call you first thing tomorrow morning." "Thank you, sweetie," she sniffled, kissing me on the cheek, "You won't be sorry that you did, I promise," and then she returned to her duties... ~~~~~~ On the way home that night, an ominous feeling began to take root within me, making me wonder just what it was that Maggie wanted to show my parents, but refused to let it spoil the rest of the evening. "What would you like to do next?" I asked Lucy, "It's only eleven o'clock." "I know," she sleepily yawned, "But I'm not used to staying up this late, and its way past my bedtime so, would it be alright with you if I wanted you to take me home? Besides, I've got a midnight curfew, baby." "Of course, my love," I tenderly replied, "I'll take you anywhere you want to go." "Thank you, baby," she softly replied, laying her head on my shoulder as I drove, "I love you so much, Michael..." ~~~~~~ As we stood together on her front porch, Lucy placed her arms around me, and after gently kissing my lips, she smiled and tenderly said, "You really know how to show a girl a good time. This is the best date I've ever had, and I can't wait until we do it again." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I grinned, "And I can't wait to do it again." "Good," she giggled, "Because we've been invited to a party at Laura Davidson's house tomorrow night." "Hey, I know her," I smiled, "She's in concert choir with us, isn't she?" "That would be correct," she knowingly giggled, "I told her that we would be there around eight o'clock so; I want you to pick me up at seven. That way we can go to the Pizza Hut and grab a quick bite to eat before the part, okay, baby?" "I'll see you then," I smiled, "Sweet dreams, gorgeous," and then she opened her front door, and after kissing me one last time, she disappeared, closing the door behind her..." ~~~~~~ I was awakened at six-thirty the next morning by a loud clap of thunder that made me look out my bedroom window to see that it was raining cats and dogs. And no sooner had I opened my eyes than the phone rang. It was my Uncle Max calling me to tell me that we'd been rained out, meaning that I didn't have to work. And because I smelled coffee brewing, I knew that either Mom, Dad, or both were up and in the kitchen. So, with that in mind, I got out of bed, used the bathroom, and then after washing my hands and face; I put a pair of pants and a tee shirt, I got dressed and made my way down the hall to the kitchen... ~~~~~~ "Good morning, baby," mom sweetly smiled, when I entered the kitchen to find her sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, "How was your date last night. Did you two have a good time?" I smiled and told her about the events that took place at Giannelli's, as well as the offer that Carlo Giannelli had made me, and when I was done, she smiled and said, "You told him yes, didn't you?" "No," I replied, "I wanted to talk to you and Dad first before I gave him a definite answer." "You don't need our permission to do something like that, honey," Mom excitedly grinned, "You forget that I was a music major in college with dreams of doing that exact thing one day. But that was until I met your father, and then when your brother was born, I discovered that I got more joy from being a wife and a mother that I ever would've received playing music." "Speaking of Rick," I quietly said, "Do you remember a girl named Maggie Haynes?" "How could I ever forget her?" Mom softly replied, "She was one of the sweetest girls I'd ever met until you brought Lucy home. She loved your brother with all her heart, and when he died, she almost fell apart. Why do you ask?" "She waited on us at Giannelli's last night," I told her, fishing Maggie's phone number out of the back pocket of my pants, "And she asked me to call her this morning because she told me that he had something that belongs to Rick that you and Dad would really like to know about. "I wonder what it is," mom pondered, "I want you to call her around nine o'clock; okay?" "Where's Dad?" I asked, looking around the kitchen, "I figured he's be up by now bugging the hell outta you." "He went to meet your Uncle Max for breakfast this morning," Mom chuckled, "And yes, he does bug the living hell out of me sometimes." "If I haven't told you lately, Mom," I began, "I wanted to let you know how much I love you guys. You've both been such an inspiration to me over the years, and I've never really thanked you for it." "Aw, you're more than welcome, honey," Mom tenderly replied, placing her palm on my cheek, "And we both want you to know how proud of you that we are, too." "Thanks Mom," I smiled, standing up and coming around the table to hug her, "And I'm not only very thankful, but I'm also very proud to have had you and Dad for parents thus far. I know that losing Rick has been hard on you guys, and just so you know, there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him, too. But I'm going to do everything in my power to uphold our family name, and put a smile back on that beautiful face of yours." No More "You already have, baby," Mom sniffled, standing to hug me tighter, "And when you ask that pretty little girl to marry you, and I know you will, I want you to know that your father and I are going to do whatever it takes to see that you both get off to a good start." "I love you, Mom," I quietly told her, "I love you with all my heart." "All your heart, huh?" Mom giggled, "You'd better save some room in there for Lucy, or else she's liable to tear you a new ass, young man..." ~~~~~~ It was nearing eight-thirty when Dad returned, and after Mom had relayed the information that I'd given her concerning Maggie Haynes, he smiled and said, "Give her a call, Mike. Your mother and I always did like her," so; that what I did..." ~~~~~~ About an hour later, I looked out the front living room window and saw Maggie's car pulling into the driveway, coming to a stop right behind my car. I also noticed that she had a little one strapped into a car-seat on the passenger's side, and when Maggie pulled the child from the car, I thought my jaw was going to hit the floor when I saw the its face. It was a little girl that couldn't have been any older than two, maybe three years old at the very most. I had no doubt that she was my brother's daughter. Hell, she looked just like him in almost every way. However, I waited until Maggie rang the doorbell to say anything, because I didn't really k now what to say to begin with. "Hi, Maggie," I smiled, my eyes locked on the child she was holding in her arms, "Come on in, I know that Mom and Dad are going to be very excited to see the two of you." "I'm so very sorry that I waited until now to tell you this, Michael," Maggie began to cry, "But this is..." "My niece," I sweetly replied, gently taking the child into my arms, "You go ahead on into the kitchen, and then I'll bring her in right behind you, okay?" "Your parents are going to hate me for this," she quietly sobbed, "I just know that they will." "I think you're going to be very surprised at their reaction," I grinned, kissing my baby niece's pretty little cheek, making her giggle lie only a little girl can do, "What's her name, by the way?" "I named her Rikki Leigh Hanson," Maggie proudly replied, "I named her after her father, your brother..." ~~~~~~ "Hi, Maggie, honey, "Mom smiled, hugging her, having not yet seen the baby until I walked in behind Maggie, carrying little Rikki in my arms, "How in the world are..." and then Mom's face turned deathly pale when she saw her granddaughter for the first time. "Mom, Dad," I grinned, "Allow me to introduce you to my niece and your granddaughter, Miss Rikki Leigh Hanson." Mom said nothing, as she gently pulled the baby from my arms, holding her tenderly but tightly to her breast as silent, but very happy tears began to fill her eyes. "Would somebody like to tell me what the hell is going on?" Dad bewilderedly asked, falling into his seat at the table... ~~~~~~ "When Rick left to go back to Vietnam on the third of January in seventy four, I was already five months pregnant," Maggie began, "Do you remember when he came home for ten days of R and R in July of that same year?" "Of course," Mom smiled, rocking little Rikki in the same rocking chair she'd rocked both me and Rick in when we were babies, "That was the same month that his father retired from the Navy." "That was also the very first time that we slept together," Maggie said, "As well as the month that Rikki was conceived. I'd already written to him and told him that I was pregnant so; when he came home for Christmas, he wanted us to get married. But I told him that I wanted him to wait until his tour of duty in Vietnam was over in May before we got married so that he'd be home for good to help me raise our child. Rikki was born on the seventh of April in seventy five, the week before he got killed." "Oh, wow," I excitedly replied, "She was born on my birthday." "On my God," Maggie gasped, "I didn't know that, I swear." "I want to ask you something, Maggie," Mom softly replied, tenderly smiling at her baby granddaughter, "And I'm not trying to get in your ass or make you feel bad, honey, but why did you wait until now to tell us about her?" "Because I didn't want to bring shame to your family, Teela," Maggie began to cry, "I only pray that you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day,' and then she broke down and began to bitterly weep. After handing the baby to me, Mom stood up and pulled Maggie into her arms. Then she very tenderly told her, "You precious, precious girl. There's nothing to forgive, sweetheart. I can't begin to tell you how much joy you've brought us this morning so; I want you to hush your crying right now, because there's no reason for it. My husband I and always loved you like a daughter when you and my son were dating, but now we love you even more, sweetheart." "Thank you, Teela," Maggie cried, "I can't begin to tell you how happy that makes me feel to know that Rikki has more than just me for a family." "What about your parents, sweetie?" Dad asked, "What do they have to say about this?" "My father was killed by a drunk driver on the night that little Rikki was born," she sadly told us, "And then when Mom found out about it, she suffered a massive coronary and dropped dead in my hospital room." "Oh, my God, you poor thing," Mom sniffled, "How have the two of you survived this long?" "There was enough money left over from the insurance company to at least bury Mom and Dad but not enough to save our house from being repossessed by the bank," Maggie explained, "I stayed with a friend until I got back on my feet, and now I work two jobs. We live in a small furnished apartment over in Freeport near Lake Jackson, and I make enough money to keep a roof over our heads, and food in our mouths, but that's about it." All of a sudden I saw Mom give Dad a meaningful look, making him glance at his granddaughter, and then back at Maggie. Then he gently took the baby from me, and while cuddling her in his arms, he told Maggie, "I want you to go back to your apartment and gather all of your things together, because you're coming to live here with us. Mikey, you go with her and help her." "Not a problem, Dad," I smiled, "Well leave as soon as Maggie is ready." "Oh, no, I can't let you do that, Richard," Maggie protested, "It wouldn't be right." "Horse manure," Mom grinned, taking her granddaughter from Dad, "Because you gave birth to our granddaughter, that makes you our daughter, and we take care of our own." "But that would be such an imposition on you guys," Maggie said, "I couldn't do that." "Aw, honey girl," Mom softly told her, "Please let us do this, okay? Besides, with you living here with us, you would not only have a babysitter, but Richard and I are going to send you to college so that you'll be able to earn enough money to support yourself and not have to work two jobs...please, Maggie. I'm begging you." and then Mom began to weep like she did when my brother was killed." "I'll do it, Teela," Maggie, too began to cry, holding Mom in her arms, "Thank you so, much. I can't begin to tell you what a load had been lifted from my shoulders...but you have to promise to let me pay you guys back when I start making good money, okay?" "Consider it done," Dad smiled, pulling Maggie into his arms and hugging her, "Welcome home, my daughter..." ~~~~~~ "So, tell me, Sis," I smiled, as we piled into Maggie's car, "Mom told me that I should take Carlo Giannelli up on his offer. What do you think?" "I think she's right, little brother," Maggie giggled, "You played your ass off last night, and you didn't hear this from me, but Carlo was bouncing off the walls when you and Lucy left." "Speaking of Lucy," I chuckled, "What do you think of her?" "I think she's a little doll, Michael," Maggie sweetly smiled, "And I can sure tell that you two are crazy about each other, that much is obvious." All of a sudden the clouds burst open and the rain poured down like a deluge. "Dammit," Maggie swore, "My windshield wipers don't work so; were going to have to wait until it stops raining before we go anywhere." "Don't worry," I grinned, opening the passenger door, "We'll take my car instead, but you're going to have move yours because it's behind mine." "Okay," she grinned, "Let me start it up," however, when Maggie's car started, it began to smoke profusely, and with a very loud backfire, the engine went dead. "Dammit to hell," Maggie swore, "I just had this thing fixed, and now it's dead again." I leaned in and looked at the mileage so; I took her hand and said, "Let's go back in and talk to Dad, he'll know what to do..." ~~~~~~ I sent Maggie in to talk with Mom while I pulled Dad aside and apprised him of the situation. He simply smiled and said, "I want you to give her your car." "That's all well and good, but what am I supposed to do for transportation, Dad?" "Your mother and I were going to buy you a new car when you graduated high school this year," he knowingly grinned, "So, why don't we go into town and get it? You can call it an early graduation present, okay?" "Thanks Dad," I excitedly replied, giving him a hug, "Can we stop by and pick Lucy up so that she can go with us?" "I don't see why not," Dad chuckled, "But knowing how females are, I think you'd better call her so that she'll have ample time to make herself presentable." "Okay," I grinned, picking up the phone, "Do you think that an hour would give her enough time to be ready?" "Hmm, let's see," Dad chuckled, looking at his watch, "You'd better make it an hour and a half just to be on the safe side, son..." ~~~~~~ "Hi, baby," Lucy sleepily replied, over the phone, "How are you doing this morning?" "Wait until you hear this," I told her, and then I explained the whole situation to her, including the fact that Dad was going to buy me and new car, asking her if she could be ready to go with us in ninety minutes. "Are you serious?" she giggled, "Hell, I'll be ready in thirty minutes, but don't tell your Mom and Dad. I want to come to your house so that I can meet your new niece. Would that be alright?" "You know it is," I warmly replied, "So, I'll see you in what, thirty minutes?" "Make it forty-five," she giggled, "I'll see you soon baby; I love you," and then the phone line went dead. "Silly girl," I smiled, hanging the phone up... ~~~~~~ I was sitting in the den playing with my pretty baby niece when I heard someone at the front door so; I handed little Rikki to Mom and then went to answer the doorbell. Imagine the pleasant shock I felt when I discovered not only Lucy standing there, but also her mother, Linda. "Hi, Michael," Linda excitedly replied, "I hope you don't mind me tagging along, but I wanted to meet your new niece." "Not at all, Ms. Linda," I smiled, leaning over and giving her a hug, "Come on in, you two." Hey wait a minute," Lucy playfully complained, "Don't I get a hug, too? After all, I am your girlfriend." "Aw, I'm sorry, baby," I smiled, pulling her into my arms and giving her a soft kiss on her lips, "Come on in..." ~~~~~~ "Oh, how precious, Teela" Linda smiled, when she entered the den, her eyes immediately seeing little Rikki, "So this is the new grandbaby that I've heard so much about. Isn't she just the prettiest little thing?" "Good morning Linda," Mom smiled, standing up to greet her with a hug, "We're so glad that you're here. Come on in and take a seat, can I get you something to drink?" "A cup of coffee would be nice," Linda smiled, "But only if you have some made." Of course," Mom sweetly smiled, "Michael, would you get Linda a cup of coffee?" "Sure," I grinned, "How do you take your coffee, Ms. Linda?" "I take it black, sweetie," she affectionately replied, "And I want you start calling me just plain old Linda. I already feel old enough as it is." "I would," I told her, "But my Mom would skin me alive if I did." "Now there's an idea," Mom giggled, smacking me on the butt, making my face turn bright red as the room filled with female laughter, "But I think it'll be okay if you called Linda by her first name, but that's only because she asked you to. Do we understand one another, Michael?" "Yes, ma'am," I grinned, and then, being followed by Lucy, I went to get her Mom a cup of coffee... ~~~~~~ "I can tell that your parents are over the moon about the baby," Lucy softly told me, "I've never seen your Mom smiling like that before." "Me either," I sadly replied, "Well, at least since before my brother was killed," as my eyes began to fill with tears. "Please don't cry, Michael,' she tenderly said, gently pulling me into her arms, "Don't you know that when you're hurting, I'm hurting, too?" "I'm sorry, my love," I said, standing back up and regaining control of my faculties. The after wiping my face. I smiled and told her, "We'd better get back in there with your Mom's coffee or they're liable to think we're in here sucking face." "Oh, you're awful," she giggled, "But you're probably right..." ~~~~~~ Chapter Five Mr. Bill Wiggins, who was not only a member of the same church we attended, but also owned the Chevrolet dealership in my home town, happy greeted us the moment we pulled onto the dealership. "Good morning, Richard, it's good to see you," he warmly smiled, shaking hands with Dad, "What can I do for you this morning?" "Mike's mother and I were going to get him a new car for graduating high school," Dad knowingly grinned at Bill, "So, we decided to let him have a little early." "Well then," Bill grinned, winking at Dad as he gently patted my shoulder, "What kind of car do you think you might want, Mike?" "It's up to Dad," I told him. "No it isn't," Dad proudly smiled, "You can have anything you want, son. You've more than earned it." "Are you serious, Dad?" I gasped. "Yep," Dad laughed, "You can have your pick." "That's easy," I smiled, pointing to the showroom floor, "I want the Gloss Black, Corvette Stingray, with the Four-Twenty-Seven, factory engine that's sitting over there on the end." "Are you certain?" Dad seriously replied, "This car is going to have to last you until you can afford to buy another one so; I want you to be sure." "I'm positive," I excitedly grinned, "How soon can I drive it?" "Why don't you let me talk with your Dad while my guys are getting it ready, Mike?" Bill knowingly chuckled, "Would that be okay?" "I want you to take all the time you need, Mister Wiggins," I widely smiled, "Me and Lucy will go across the street to Hannah's café and get something to drink, okay?" "Good enough," he chuckled, "If you'll come back here in about twenty minutes, we'll have everything ready to go." "Yes, sir," I grinned, shaking his hand, "Twenty minutes it is..." ~~~~~~ Because of all the excitement that had taken place that morning, I hadn't had the chance to eat breakfast yet. And because of the fact that it was only ten o'clock, they were still serving breakfast at Hannah's Café so; Lucy and I both ordered two scrambled eggs, with biscuits and gravy, accompanied by a side of hash browns. "That was awfully nice of your parents to let you have your graduation present early," Lucy grinned, "I've never ridden in a Corvette before. Do you think you might take me for a ride in your, Michael?" "Are you kidding me?" I laughed, "Wherever I go, you go, too, Lucy; and I don't ever want you to forget that, okay." "Nobody has ever treated me as nice as you do. Michael," she softly replied, "I thought you should know that." "Aw, sweetie, was it that bad for you?" I asked, as she nodded her head, "What about the boys out in San Diego? Didn't they treat you nice?" "All they ever wanted to do was to get inside my panties," she bitterly replied, but then she looked into my eyes, and with a pretty smile on her beautiful face, she said, "I'm so grateful that you've never tried to do that, not even the first time." "That's because nobody has ever loved anyone the way that I love you, Lucy." I honestly told her, "And when you love someone like that, you're supposed to respect just as much as you love them. "Oh, my beautiful Michael," she sweetly told me, her beautiful blues eyes sparkling, "I knew I was right to feel the way I do about you. God told me that you were one of the good ones." "I don't know about all that," I humbly replied, "But I do know that I loved you the first time I ever saw you, and I'm going to do whatever it take to keep you." "That's not going to be a problem for you, my love," Lucy tenderly replied, "But I want you to know that there's going to come a time when I want you to make love to me. I only hope that you won't think badly of me for it." "Not in this lifetime, sweetheart," I warmly smiled, "But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?" Lucy simply smiled that gorgeous smile and told me, "I love you..." ~~~~~~ TWENTY MINUTES LATER I had a few documents to sign, like the title and the insurance forms, but once that was done, Bill handed me the keys and said, "She's all yours. Mike. I hope you like her." "Are kidding me, I chuckled. Then I looked at Lucy and said, "Climb in, my love," and when I started the car I could hear the gentle purr of the 427 engine, letting me know that I would never be able to let this car go. Of course I also knew that I was going to make sure that I took good care of it as well. "So, what do you think, son?" Dad asked me, "Is this car all that you expected it to be." "Yes sir," I respectfully replied, "It's that and so much more...oh, and one more thing, be sure to tell Mom and Linda that Lucy and I are going for a ride, and that' we'll be back somewhere around two o'clock this afternoon." "I'll do that," he grinned, "But before you two take off, I want you to meet me at the gas station so I can fill her up for you." "You've already done and enough, Dad, you and Mom both," I grinned, "I've got plenty of money and I can pay for my own gas, okay?" "Okay then," he smiled, "Have a good time, but remember to be careful." "I will, Dad," I smiled, "I promise," after which I pulled out of the parking lot, into the street, and then headed to the nearest gas station, taking my precious Lucy with me... ~~~~~~ "I really love this car, baby," Lucy excitedly told me, "It rides so smoothly, and I'll bet it drives even better." "Would you like to drive it?" I asked, "I'll let you if you'd like to." "Maybe later, sweetie," she softly grinned, "I'd be too afraid that something would happen, and then I'd feel just awful." "Alright then," I chuckled, "But let me know if you change your mind, okay?" "Oh, I will, you can bet on it," she impishly giggled, "But I want to wait until the weather is better before I get behind the wheel." "Oh, damn," I said, suddenly remembering something I was supposed to do, "I need to call Joey to let him know that I was going to tell Mister Giannelli that I was going to take him up on his offer." "We're not that far from the restaurant," Lucy reminded me, "Why don't you swing by there and tell Mister Giannelli in person?" "I don't think it's open yet," I replied looking at the clock on the console, "Besides, I need to talk to Joey first so we can set up a rehearsal schedule." "Okay, Michael," Lucy grinned, "Besides, I need to be home before too much longer. Mom wanted me to go with her to get our nails done this afternoon. Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather spend the rest of the day with you, but I promised her that I'd go with her. I hope that's alright." No More Beige Cara inhaled fresh, clean air and sighed. Ah, this is the life! Bird song filled the air, trees rustled overhead, and the rush of the river, always constant, always there, flowed in the background. "Hello little fella," she crooned to a tiny Splendid Wren prettily feathered in purple and blue. A plaintive whine pierced the idyllic surroundings. "Don't get jealous Jed." Her puppy lay panting in the minimal shade of a eucalypt. It was a shame he had to stay chained but this was a National Forrest, she couldn't let him roam free with lizards and endangered marsupials at risk. Maybe the chain was unfair but camping solo was out of the question. "Show me your menacing growl puppy," she crooned, chuckling at his dopey grin. Jed rolled on his back, wriggling for a tummy scratch. "Some bodyguard you are!" Settling back against a tree, she indulged him, watching his leg cycle like a pump. It was like tickling a child – funny at first, quickly disintegrating in to torture. Ending the torment she pulled him on to her lap, absently patting his head. It had been so long – too long – since she'd been here. She'd grown up in this Dwellingup forest, spending every school holiday here with her father and brother. Their dad had taught them how to light a campfire, how to fish, and how to respect the bush and the creatures in it. He'd enjoyed his 'lone time with them, never bothered that her mother opted out claiming it was madness to sleep on the ground with nowhere to plug in a hairdryer. He'd also forced them to be independent. "Wet clothes?" he'd say. "Next time remember to hang them up." The lessons that Cara had learned in this forest had been the beginnings of her self-sufficiency. Losing her mother to ovarian cancer at fourteen years of age had sped the process along. "Mum," she whispered, looking up at the vast Australian sky. Today was the tenth anniversary of her death. Cara had escaped to the bush because she couldn't take another year of watching the men in her family drink themselves in to a stupor. There had to be a better way to celebrate her mother's life, a way to find joy instead of reliving the sorrow. Her father and brother had been nightly drinkers for the last decade. On this particular date they predictably woke up and chased whiskey for breakfast. Cara hadn't just lost her mother that day; she'd lost her entire family. The emotional blackmail heaped on her for not attending the yearly wake didn't bear thinking about. She wasn't about to spend her hard earned break feeling guilty. "C'mon Boy." Transferring Jed from the chain to the lead, she slung a towel over her shoulder and set off for the river. "Swim time buddy." Jed was a handful, stronger than he looked. The bush made him manic – a thousand different scents overloading him, luring him every which way. The river was a shock; lots of muddy flats and a minimal water line, ending well below the jetty. Inconsiderate party animals had left cigarette butts and beer bottles lying on the riverbank. Didn't these lowlifes realise that people came here with children? Bottles inevitably broke, leaving sharp glass to cut little feet. Considering the huge rubbish bins back at camp put a dark frown on Cara's face. Thoughtless and lazy. "We won't be swimming here," she told Jed, thinking of the deepest point only a twenty minute walk up river. Later though, she vowed to come back and pick up the rubbish. Just not now. Not when she was yearning to put her body in to cold water. Her very hot, nubile, young body. God! Which brought her to the real reason she'd run away to be alone, didn't it? Because Colin kept pushing her to set a date and Cara kept dragging her heels. They'd made love the night before she'd left Perth. Or at least, they'd squished bodies together in a semblance of making love. Was 'making love' a euphemism for a premature performance? An act that couldn't compete with the length of a commercial break. Was 'making love' a term for vainly struggling to stay awake? Like taking a boring pill – guaranteed to send her to sleep. One pill every three months, if she was lucky, though 'lucky' was a serious misnomer. Why would she be in a hurry to rush to the altar when she already felt like a wife? A wife who'd been thinking of adding river rocks to the bed simply to give her a reason to squirm. The wife from the joke who lay under her husband thinking, 'Beige, I think I'll paint the ceiling beige'. No More Beige "That's it!" He leapt up and did a three hundred and sixty degree turn, yelling out as he did. "Joke's over Tony. National Nude Day my ass! Come out wherever you are." "What?" Cara was confused. "If this is a set up…" He whirled to face her. "Who put you up to this? Where are the cameras?" Cameras… Oh my god! Jumping up, she hightailed it back in to the water, her curvy bits jingling delightfully. "What cameras?" she panicked. "Where?" "You mean to tell me there's no-one else around?" His face was a study of suspicion. "You really expect me to believe that?" "If there was, do you think I'd be swimming naked?" she screeched. "Hey, it is National Nude Day. At least, according to my brother who can't resist pranks like this." "In what deviant, depraved country would that be?" she spat, belatedly registering that he had an American accent – a very deep and sexy American accent. "We don't do that here in Aus," she babbled on. "People just go nude, um, on any day." "Obviously," he said dryly, pointedly looking in to the water, his x-ray eyes virtually parting the river like the Red Sea. Could he see through her hands? The idea had her flustered. "Look Mister, I'm sorry if I gave you a fright, but I really need my bikini back now." His hands turned over, demonstrating emptiness. "Down river by now, long gone." He didn't look one bit sorry about it either. "Oh." Her mushy brain took forever to tick over. "Oh…my clothes! Just a little bit further down the bank there, there should be some shorts and a t-shirt." She would've pointed but her hands were full – delayed modesty and all. He considered her request, his fingers absently rubbing his jaw. Sitting down on a rock he motioned downstream. "Go for it. Be my guest." His answer rendered her speechless. He meant her to walk butt naked out of the water…right past him? "You…you can't be serious." He watched her with amusement. "A moment ago you were on display, offering yourself up like a tasty little dish. As I recall, you sucked my finger, you even tried to stroke me." Cara wanted to fall through the earth, dying of embarrassment. "Thanks for pointing out my momentary madness." Red-faced, she tried to justify her actions. "I lost my head but I'm thinking rationally now. Please, can you get my clothes for me? I am truly sorry if you thought I was drowning." Regretfully he shook his head making himself more comfortable on the rock. "What can I say? I'm in shock. I should rest or I might pass out. You'll have to fend for yourself." "And here I was, stupidly thinking you were a gentleman!" "I've been called all sorts of nasty things in my time," he smirked, the casual shrug of his massive shoulders making her mouth run dry. "Don't make me beg. I've humiliated myself enough for one day." "You've got nothing to be ashamed of," he looked her up and down. "I'd be happy to give you a full, flattering critique if you want to show me again." Cara rose in the water, realised what she was doing and quickly sank back down again. "I don't think so." Reluctantly he stood up. "Very disappointing." And with that teasing remark, the handsome stranger, her personal saviour, took himself off to fetch her clothes. No More Beige She stared down at his inviting back. "I should tell you, I don't accept rides from strangers." He threw a smug look over his shoulder. "You already have." "I haven't forgotten," she blushed, climbing on his back. He turned his head and pressed his cheek to hers, then hoisted himself up and walked on. "I know I never will." Pertly she said, "But I wasn't really on top." "That little technicality can be easily fixed," he promised. Cara hugged his promise to herself, excitement making her impatient to reach his camp. Being piggy-backed reminded her of the carefree holidays she'd spent here as a child but that was where the comparison ended. Arms around his neck, her hands had free access to roam his muscled chest, cementing her newfound predilection for gym junkies. Her breasts squashed in to his shoulder blades, lifting to tender points against his hot skin. With his hands under her knees and her legs straddling his back, she bounced and jolted and rubbed against him every step of the way. "This is killing me," he ground out, echoing her exact thoughts. "I'm not that heavy," she argued, affronted. He looked over his shoulder, lids half closed over turbulent eyes. "Not heavy," he exhaled. "Just…wet." Butterflies exploded in her stomach, her heart racing away. She was wet, slicked against the small of his back, her clitoris throbbing from the contact. She'd never known her body could produce so much moisture. Her head reeled with the discovery. She kissed him lightly on the shoulder, a little embarrassed. "What if I put your shorts on? Will that make it better?" He gave her a dark look. "There's only one thing I can think of to relieve my pain, and it doesn't involve you getting dressed." Looking down over his shoulder she saw he was fully engorged, his third eye pointing straight up at her, winking in the sun. Thinking of taking him in her mouth made her blush. That was something else she'd never done – the idea had never appealed until now. "Here," she said, hastily stuffing his shorts between her legs. The material was decidedly scratchy, the chafe driving her to distraction. "I haven't been this sex mad since I was eighteen," he admitted. Cara didn't confess that she'd never been sex mad, ever. Instead she asked, "How old are you?" He shrugged, "Thirty-two. And you?" "Twenty-four, going on eighteen." He chuckled at her joke then came to an abrupt halt.. "Listen," he said, craning his neck to face her, his expression suddenly serious. "We didn't use contraception." "I'm covered, I'm on the pill." "That's not the only worry." She squeezed his bicep in assurance. "Look, apart from the odd yabby, I'm clean." "Holy shit," he eyeballed her. "What are yabbies?" "You know, kind of like crabs." "Jesus. Now you tell me?" To his credit he didn't drop her, but she had to laugh when one arm tightened under her leg as he scratched. "Mate, I'm just giving you shit. A yabby is a sort of miniature fresh water crayfish. You're safe, believe me. Bit too late to worry about it now anyway." He threw her a dirty smile. "Might as well capitalise on this situation then." "Too right," she agreed. "Let's get going before you shrivel up and drop off." "River, you are not comforting me one bit, not by a long shot." Cara dissolved in hysterics on his back and he knew he'd been had. "Well, now that we've cleared that up without any need for ointment…shall we go on my Lady?" My lady… She liked the sound of that. On the way they disturbed a family of kangaroos, watching with delight as they skipped away. "Wow," he said under his breath, enthralled. "I know," Cara agreed. "I never get sick of it." "The lucky country huh?" "It is today," she snuggled in to his neck, thinking about the first multiple orgasm she'd ever experienced, salaciously hoping there'd be many more to follow. No More Beige She wanted to swallow him, devour him, to flood her mouth and paint her face with him. "River," he cried out, jumping between her lips, fulfilling her desire as he came for her, feeding her, bathing her lips and mouth and face with surges of white hot elixir. He tasted so good – like nirvana on her tongue. Watching his face she revelled in the molten blur in his eyes, the way his focus took so long to return. I did that to him. She felt triumphant, invincible. She lifted her hand, smiling, using her fingertips to wipe droplets from her cheek and transfer them to her mouth, so caught up in his divine, salty taste that she failed to register the sudden hostility that froze him. "What the hell is that?" His tone was lethal, instantly erasing the wanton haze from her mind. He looked ready to kill. She scrambled back, recoiling from the arctic blast of his eyes, struck with the chilling awareness that despite this, despite their sexual affinity and previous banter, he was still a stranger, a man she barely knew. "What?" she asked carefully, baffled, shying away when he wrenched her left hand up and waved it in the air. Then she saw it – the white, obvious tan line on her ring finger. Her stomach flipped over. "Are you married?" "No." "Engaged?" She couldn't meet his eyes. "Fuck." He moved so quickly Cara had no time to form her defence as he bolted from the tent, his erection ebbing away. She ran after him, clutching his arm. "Wait." He shook her off, his lean face was unforgiving. "There's nothing guaranteed to turn me off more than a cheating whore. Jesus. Do you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your fucking chest? I won't take part in doing that to anyone." She'd hit a nerve, learning more about him in one statement than she had all day. "Let me explain," she pleaded. "Don't bother River. Save it for someone who cares, like the poor dropkick whose sloppy seconds I just stirred." "That's disgusting." "But true, right?" It was – and it wasn't. She didn't answer. "I've heard it all before anyway," he spat, listing excuses. "He doesn't understand you. He doesn't fuck you enough. You needed one last bang before the wedding. Maybe he's the cheating dog or screwing around is a regular pastime for you. Nothing would surprise me." Cara's face bleached white "You are way off, and you know what? I'm not going to slap your judgemental face because it's obvious someone's done a number on you. No wonder you're angry." "Oh I'm not angry," he stalked to the jeep. "I am fucking furious. 'One lover, never touched myself, never had an orgasm'," he mimicked her. "You'd be far more believable Lady, if you didn't deep-throat cock like a seasoned porn star." She felt the tell-tale sting of tears welling in her eyes and hated herself for it. Was she going to take his accusations without standing up for herself? Let him drive away thinking she was a calculated bitch? Lie down like a passive corpse and just take it? Like I do with Colin. Dashing in front of the driver's door, she barred his way. "Move." His voice was deadly. "Uh-uh. I've listened to your rant, now you're going to hear mine." "Get out of my way River. That's your last warning." She didn't budge. "I know you're a man of honour, I know you're not going to hurt me so threats are meaningless. All I ask is that you hear me out." A muscle ticked in his cheek, his jaw tensing. He folded his arms across his massive chest, the cynicism in his gaze burning right through her. "Everything I've told you is the truth. I'm flattered that you rated me as a pro because I've never had a dick in my mouth. I've never masturbated because I didn't believe I could orgasm. I've never been taken from behind, never been on top, never had my nipples sucked, never had a man go down on me, or talk dirty to me. I've never experienced any of those things until today." "Nice try." His patent disbelief made her want to hit him. Silently she cursed the woman who'd hurt him. Whoever she was, she'd made a fine job of it. "I get missionary sex maybe four or five times a year, multiply that by six years and calculate in four minutes per bang if I'm really lucky. How's your maths?" She'd shocked him. There was a brief hint of pity in his face then ice reclaimed his features. "So what do you get from him? There has to be some kind of pay-off." She flinched as his words hit home. She'd never confronted the reasons why she stayed with Colin. For the first time since she'd taken off her bikini, Cara truly felt naked, not just stripped bare but completely exposed – her body, her heart, her soul. "Ten years ago today, my mother died," she said quietly. "My family fell apart. I guess my pay-off is having a substitute Dad who cares more for me than the bottle." It hurt to say it out loud. "I'm not going to marry him Dominic. I've known it for months, years even, I just couldn't articulate why until now." His anger receded. The dynamics between them shifted, deepened, went beyond physical attraction. "I want a life with no more beige," she said simply. "Meaning?" "I didn't know what was possible until today. I'm so thankful to you, for more than just the sex. I've never felt so comfortable in my own skin. I've never been this brutally honest with myself. I haven't laughed so hard in ten years." She took his hand. "Your good opinion matters to me." "You don't even know me." Then he smiled, the same wicked grin he'd been giving her all day, one eyebrow quirking up. "Apart from in the biblical sense." She laughed, stepping in to his arms. "But I want to. I want to know you." No More Being Mr. Nice Guy "So you're going to be like that, are you?" Mia said to Jake. She shook her head, disgusted at him. "Well, you know, seeing how I wasn't good enough for you. I don't know any other way to be." he responded angerily. "What in the hell are you talking about? Not good enough?" "I was good enough to make out with, yeah sure. But when it came down to it, I just wasn't good enough. He was though, huh?" Jake looked away. "You've got to be shitting me? That's what this little attitude is about? Because I slept with Travis and not you?" "Well you know how it is. You wanted to take things slow with me, probably so slow that there are snails somewhere in America are probably fucking. But with him, I guess that's a different story." "Stop it. You and Travis are two completely different stories." "You're damn right we are. I was born in the same decade as you. I don't look old enough to be your grandfather." Jake turned back to her. She looked at him and was almost afraid of the look in his eyes. "He's not that old. He's only 40 years old." she responded, taking a step back from him. "Fine, he's only old enough to be your father. Is that better?" "Stop being so jealous, Jake. You should be flattered, really." "This ought to be a good one. Tell me? Why should I be flattered that you'd rather have sex with a wrinkly old man then with me?" "It was just sex with him. I was feeling lonely and I needed to get laid. Yes, I thought of you. But with you I wanted to take it slow because it would have meant more. Not just another roll in the sheets. I know with you I wouldn't have just been another notch on your bed pole like I am with him," she responded trying to look in his eyes. "And you didn't think you could come to me?" "Honestly no. You're too much of a nice guy just for that." she responded softly. "I see." Jake paused as he thought for a minute. "Well, would a nice guy as you put it do this?" Jake didn't wait for an answer. Instead he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Mia and kissed her, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. At first she was surprised. She tried to push him off but he was too strong. Jake leaned her against the front door, holding his body against hers. He groped at her breasts through her shirt. "Jake! No! Stop it! Don't do this!" Mia screamed. She could feel him poking her stomach. It felt so hard against her. He started kissing her neck as he slid his hands under her shirt to get a better grip at her. Mia could feel her body surrendering to his advances. She was no longer pushing against his chest, instead she seemed to be gripping it softly in her hands. Mia looking into his eyes. There was a slight pause between them. Mia grabbed him by his shirt and pulled her back against her, kissing him as deeply as he kissed her previously. He quickly raised her shirt up, letting her round breasts fall free. He quickly loosened her bra and exposed her milky white skin. Her nipples were hard. She could feel herself getting damp between her legs as she tasted his tongue probing her mouth. She reached under his shirt and felt him jump as her fingertips made contact with his chest. Mia's hands raised his shirt and dropped it on the floor. She played with his nipples as he bent forward to kiss hers. She let her fingers drop from his chest down his stomach and casually stroking him between his legs. She moaned when she felt him. It felt even harder then when it first poked her. Mia unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor. Quickly she disgarded the shirt and bra completely. Jake guided her to the couch. She leaned over the couch, her arms spread wide open for balance. She felt him reach around her and unzip her pants. She stepped out of them. He quickly dropped her panties down too. Mia stood before him, completely nude. She looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, giving him a seductive look. Her eyes glanced down as he stepped out of his boxers. Jake stepped closer, pushing slowly inside her. He grabbed her hips and pushed forward. Mia moaned as he entered her. He kissed her neck as his hands grabbed her full breasts. Mia pushed back against him, humping the corner of the couch as he slid in and out. He pinched her nipples in his strong hands as he shifted his body weight. He began moving faster inside her. Mia felt so naughty, caught up in this moment. She never expected this kind of behavior from Jake. It was turning her on more then she expected. He licked her neck as he slid in out of her. Mia was panting. She felt like she was in fire as he took her from behind. Her breasts bounced up and down, being held in his palms as her body thrust back and forward. She could feel his breath on her ear. "This is how you like it, isn't it?" he whispered softly in her ear. "Yes." was all she could respond. Words seemed meaningless. All she wanted was him. "That's what I thought. Such a naughty girl!," he hissed at her. Mia kept thrusting her hips against his in response. Jake dropped one hand from her breast to between her legs. He could feel himself sliding in and out of her. He rubbed in between his legs, pushing his fingers faster and faster. Mia felt the explosion building inside her. She knew that if he didn't stop rubbing her clit she was going to burst. And she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to feel naughty. She pushed back against him, feeling him in every part of her body. She tilted her head down, exposing more neck for him to kiss and lick and nibble. Mia wanted Jake to own every part of her body. Jake continued to play with her. He thrust his hips into her, one hand still holding her bouncing breasts, the other teasing between her legs. He would continue to whisper dirty things in her ear. Mia felt sweaty all over as she exploded. Her moans filled the room as she leaked all over his crotch and down her legs. Her knees went weak as she felt him pull out of her. Mia half turned, looking over her should to see why he was no longer buried deep inside her. She saw him jerking off. It didn't take long before he erupted. The hot cum flew from him, landing on her back and dripping down her skin. She shivered as she felt his release. Jake fell back onto the couch, sitting. Mia stood for another second, still feeling his cum dripping down her back. She looked at him, all red and sweaty. She fell next to him on the couch. "I guess I had you all wrong." she said. "You're not the nice guy I thought you were." and with that she kissed him, climbing on to his lap.... No More Black Women My name is Stephen Voltijer. I am a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. I've been here about a year and lately, and you could say that I've been having a tough time. I had a hard time transferring into Carleton University from Bay State College. But the source of my problem is not so much the culture shock as well as the fact that I live in a place where Black people value Whiteness and see something inherently wrong with an educated, hard-working Black male. I'm from Obama's America and to me, Ottawa is backwards, man. I can't stand the Black women out here. Black Canadian women are something else. Especially in Ottawa. They seem genetically designed to hate the Black man and worship White men. You know what? White men can have the Black women of Ottawa. They're positively worthless. I gotta find me a White woman. Now, because you accuse me of being a sell-out or a self-loather, please hear me out. The Black women of Ottawa are always complaining about Black men dating women of other races, but they see nothing wrong with dating whoever they want. Black women in Ottawa put White men on a pedestal more than White women do. It's eerie, man. They sing the White man's praises daily and act surprised when us Black men decide we've had it with them and try our luck elsewhere. Black women in Ottawa got no pride in their own race, and they're eager to throw other Black folks under the bus to please White people. They hate White women and worship White men. And they absolutely hate the Black man. What's a brother to do? It's times like these that I wish I had kept my Haitian-American ass in the City of Boston where I was born. Black men in America are always complaining that Black American women got attitudes. Well, the ones in Ottawa, Ontario, only take attitudes with Black guys while the ones in the big cities of America got attitudes with everybody. A Black woman in America won't let a White man or a White woman disrespect her without saying something nasty or doing something to stand up for her rights. The black woman in Ottawa will happily roll over for the White person. She reserves all of her anger and hatred for the Black man. Dudes, it's a sad state of the affairs, man. I have never seen anything like it. It's eerie. When I first came to Ottawa, I was kind of mad at the Black guys I met for only going out with White women. Then I got to know the Black women of Ottawa better. They're all from Africa or the Caribbean. And they're stuck up. If you're a Black man of Haitian descent, and you're asking out a Black woman from Senegal or South Africa, you'll quickly discover that she's prejudiced against Black men from nations other than her own. She will tell you that she doesn't date Black men from other cultures, only her own. However, if she gets asked out by a White male Canadian, she gets over the cultural differences really quickly. I've seen Black female Muslims take off the veil and get over their aversion to shaking hands once they're dating a White man. Black women in Ottawa value Whiteness and White culture. They do as if their lives depended on it. They can't stand the Black man. It doesn't matter if he's good-looking, well-meaning, educated and friendly. They'd rather hook up with a drug-addicted, abusive White male than an educated, friendly Black man who wants to cherish them. The Black bitches in Ottawa have been brainwashed, man. The Black men of Ottawa have grown tired of their drama. That's why nine out of ten Black men in Ottawa date women who aren't Black. It's not because they're that into White women and women of other races. The truth is that nine out of ten times, when a Black man in Ottawa approaches a Black woman, she tells him something nasty and barks at him to get away from her. What's a brother to do? Before I came to Ottawa, I used to swear that I would never date a White woman. I considered the Black woman to be my standard of beauty. I worshiped the ground she walked on. Then I came to Ottawa, a place where Black women worship White men as if they're gods, but hate White women with a fiery passion. My eyes are filled with tears as I write these lines. I really wish things were different. However, whenever I see a Black woman with a Black man in Ottawa, she's berating him, pushing him around or giving him an attitude. When I see a Black woman with a White man in Ottawa, she's always on her best behavior. It's almost as if they can turn it on and off. When they're with us Black men, they become banshees and she-devils. When they're with a White man, they're angels. There is no such thing as Black Love in the city of Ottawa. Here, Black women hate Black men more than the Grand Wizards of the Ku Klux Klan do. No, I'm not exaggerating. You should try sitting on the bus listening to a trio of Black bitches talking about Black men. Their words are so hateful, so damn dirty and supremely foul that I felt like showering afterwards. For my own safety, I decided to fly solo. I focused on school and work. I yearned for the United States of America, where Black women still love Black men and don't bow to White men as if they're Gods. I smiled to myself as I thought of the legions of Black American women who supported President Obama and spoke of him and Michelle as fine exemplars of Black Love. How foolish I was to leave America and come to Canada. Loneliness filled my days. I went to school and went to work, that's it. I avoided the Black Church, which I once considered my lifeline. I mean, why go there? It's packed full of these Ottawa-area Black women who hate Black men and worship Whiteness. Hell, they'd probably bleach themselves if they could. A la Michael Jackson. Thanks but no thanks. I was despairing, until I met Amy. Sweet Amelia Saint-Preux from the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Amy to her friends. This five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deliciously curvy French-Canadian gal hailed from Montreal-Nord, a Montreal borough packed with Haitians in the second largest City of Canada. She knew my culture. Hell, she even spoke Haitian Creole. And she liked me the way I am. I saw her as a God send. I gathered my courage and asked her out. Amazingly, she said yes. And we've been together ever since. I intend to marry her after graduating from Carleton University. And I want to move to Montreal with her. You'll never catch me looking cross-eyed at one of them Ottawa-area Black women again. The racist White men they so eagerly worship can have them. I found someone better. Peace. I'm out! No More Evening Shifts There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and tossed me an air kiss. He asked me where Jake, my regular evening clerk, was. When I answered, he told me that I was cuter than Jake and that I turned him on. He asked if I wanted to join the group for a good time after closing. I knew Jake swung that way, which had never bothered me, but I told this guy as politely as I could that I didn't. But he kept right on sweet talking me. I figuring he was just trying to keep my attention while the other three picked out some presents for themselves, and this assumption proved to be correct. I looked past the guy who was harassing me and saw one of his friends, a big black dude, heading for the door with a six pack of beer. I brought my handgun up from under the counter where everyone could see it and, as confidently as I could, said in a loud voice, "I think you might want to put that back unless you are going to pay for it. And I have to close up now, so perhaps you guys need to go on to your party." They left, but not without giving me meaningful looks and a few sniggers. Their bikes were gone from in front when I locked up and walked around to the back of the store to my car, and my mind was so full of business matters that I wasn't even thinking about them. But as I got out my keys to open my car door, there they were—all four of them. Two of them had me in their powerful grip as the blond hunk that had harassed me and the black dude who had tried to make off with the beer stripped down. They both had strongly muscled bodies and were horse hung. They pulled at their cocks as the other two roughly stripped off my clothes. The blond broadcast that he liked what he saw—better than the Jake he had expected to find here this evening. One of the guys who had stripped me waved my key ring in the air, and the blond hunk told him to go back into the store and get that beer they had wanted. The other guy and the black dude slammed me down onto the hood of my car, and the black dude mounted my chest. He was holding my arms against the hood of the car with his knees, and he pulled my head up by the hair so that my mouth was touching the big glob of penis helmet dangling from his loins. He directed me to suck him and to be good at it, or I'd regret it. I took his dick into my mouth and did what I thought would please him with my tongue on his glans and piss slit, and he did indeed seem to be pleased. His dick began to thicken and harden. I could hardly get it into my mouth. Meanwhile, the blond dude had gotten his hand under my butt and was assailing my ass with his fingers. First one, then two, and then three. And he was finger fucking me. I couldn't help it; he was turning me on. My own dick began to harden, and the third guy swallowed it and began sucking me off as he rolled my balls with his fingers. The fourth guy returned with several six packs of cold beer and a handful of condoms, and they all paused to drink a bottle off. I was in no position to say anything, though, as the black dude was rotating his cock around in my mouth, rubbing his helmet against the inside of one cheek and then moving it to the other. The blond hunk took one of the condom packets, opened it, and slowly rolled the condom onto his huge cock. "Sure hope you stand behind your products," he said with a laugh. "Cause I'm going to stand behind you and test this fucker out. You'd better hope your goods hold up to the test." He then opened a bottle of beer, held it up, and said, "Think I'll try both of your products out on you." He passed out of my view behind me and gave a command, and the other two guys were grabbing my ankles and wishboning my legs. I felt the cold neck of a beer bottle being pushed into my ass, and then, at another command from the blond hunk, my legs were being pulled up toward the windshield, my ass was rotating up toward the sky, the bottle was tilting up, and cold beer was gushing down my insides. I heard the blond hunk and his cohorts laughing at this trick. And then the blond hunk's mouth was at my asshole. He was slurping beer and pushing his tongue into my channel. The black dude was right over my face now, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I felt cold beer being sloshed over my chest, belly, and cock and balls, and one of the other guys, whose hands were still holding my leg up at the thigh, was tonguing the beer off me. He was driving me wild with his nipping and sucking at my nipples. The blond hunk stopped slurping and tonguing my ass, and I felt his bulbous cock head at my hole. He entered me and I lurched, forcing the black dude's cock down my throat and causing me to gag. The blond guy kept his cock helmet just inside my ass opening for a few minutes, rotating it around, encouraging me to open to him—which, luckily, I was doing. When he was satisfied, he started to slowly but relentlessly feed his long, thick hose into me, stretching me to the edge of endurance. The pain and sense of being filled to the limit was excruciating, but I couldn't scream, as the black dude was now face fucking me deeply, and it was all I could do to keep from gagging and to try to catch my breath. I could moan, though, and I was doing plenty of that. And the blond dude said he loved my moaning and that I should do it louder for him. He also said he loved my tight ass, and that he knew the others would love it to. The others? I moaned louder. The fourth guy swallowed my cock with his mouth, and my cock betrayed me, showing that it enjoyed the attention. The blond hunk was in to the root now, and he started a slow, steady pumping action, which started off deep and shallow and slowly lengthened. The pain was subsiding, and, as it did, I found a sense of pleasure increasing. My cock felt like it was going to explode. And then it did, and the guy who was giving me head took the full wad and licked me off before pulling away. Shortly thereafter, the blond hunk pulled out of me and shot his jism up my belly. In a loud voice, he proclaimed it was the black dude's turn, and my jaws were given relief as the black dude withdrew from me, still kneeling above me, although his knees were now off my arms. He barked a command and one of the guys threw him a condom packet, which he neatly pulled out of the air. "Cap me, stud," the black dude said, as he put the condom packet in my hand. My hands trembled as I fumbled with getting the packet open and then rolling it onto his giant tool. He then pulled my mouth back up to his dick, and forced himself back into my mouth. "Get it nice and wet," he commanded, and I felt the acrid taste of latex in my mouth. When he was satisfied, he hopped off my chest. The other two guys let loose of my legs and the black dude had me flipped onto my belly and his cock moving up my ass chute before I had time to react. He was holding my torso down on the hood of the car with one beefy arm. His efforts to bury his enormous dick in me were causing him to grunt with frustration, and he commanded me to widen my legs. I did, and this helped him bury himself to the hilt. He got his big mitts under my chest and grabbed me by the pecs and arched my back up to him. He had me in a lip lock, and his tongue was now deeply probing my mouth just as his dick had been doing shortly before. He pumped his cock in and out of me like a piston and soon came in a big gush of semen that filled the head of the condom and made me pray that the latex would hold. He then let me fall in an exhausted heap on the hood of the car and pulled away from me. I lay there, panting, unable to move, as the blond dude signaled to the other two guys and they stripped. They were both thinner and wirier than the blond and black guys, but they quite clearly were strongly muscled as well. They also didn't have the monster cocks of their cohorts. They weren't all that thick, but both were long and one had an unusual crook in it that brought the head up toward the guy's belly when it was erect. Both cocks were very much erect. The blond flipped them a couple of condoms, and they took their time, standing very close together and facing each other, in getting a condom rolled onto the other's cock. The blond pointed to one guy and said "bottom" and to the other and said "top," and the bottom, the one with the straighter cock, came over to me, pulled me up off the hood of the car, got behind me, and pulled me back down on top of him. He got his feet on the inside of my ankles and pulled my legs wide apart. And his powerful arms held me in a full nelson hold, with my arms above my head. Thereupon, the top guy walked between my legs, spread my aching asshole with two fingers and helped the bottom insert his cock and run it up my canal. I twitched and grunted, but this cock didn't compare to what I'd already taken in, so I wasn't all that much alarmed. But then alarm started to set in, as the "top" moved into me and started to push his own dick in above that of the bottom. I suddenly realized what the bottom and top business was all about. I was being sandwiched. I screamed as my ass canal was being stretched and nearly split, and the blond and black dudes answered with gales of laughter as they finished off another round of beer. The top, the one with the crooked cock, pushed into where the helmet of his cock was positioned directly on top of my prostate, and he rubbed me there until I myself was in a sexual frenzy and my cock was oozing precum once more. Then he pushed right on in, and the two of them started a counterpiston action that played my ass passage like a calliope. The hands of the top were wandering all over the bodies of both the bottom and me, and all three of us were alternating kisses. The top's mouth went to my nipples while I was in the lip lock with the bottom, and I just relaxed and gave up my inhibitions. I became adjusted to the action and went with the flow. My cock was rubbing up and down the top's belly, and all three of us came almost in succession—and my cry of enthusiasm was no less heartfelt than theirs. The top and bottom disentangled themselves, and the black dude picked up my clothes and threw them at me, while the blond hunk opened the driver's door of my car and waved me in. Relieved that they weren't going to worse with me, I headed for the door. I wouldn't stop to put my clothes back on; I'd wait until I had driven out of danger before I did that. As I got to the door, however, the blond hunk roughly pushed me down on my side across the seat and center console with his hand, lifted my leg over his shoulder, and fucked me in a side split one last time. Skin on skin. No condom this time. Deep strokes, in which he fully withdrew and then power-drived back into me and up to the hilt. I was moaning and sobbing, which he seemed to be enjoying a lot. And then I was enjoying it too. I had to admit to myself that I loved this hunk's cock up my ass. I started to go with his rhythm, and the blond sensed that I had given in to him at last. "What do you think now, stud? Want me to pull out of you now?" "No," I reluctantly moaned, "Don't stop now. I think I'm going to cum." "Tell me you like it," he commanded after a particularly long stroke that had me gasping. "Oh God, yes, plow me. Plow me deeper." I felt shame, but the sexual charge had taken me over. Satisfied, he continued pumping me. He wrapped his hand around my cock and milked me until I came in a splat on the pavement below the door sill. And this time he came in an explosion and a cry of pleasure deep inside me, bathing my insides with his semen. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "There, I own you now, you muthafucker—just leaving you a little something to remember me by until the next time. It was a nice party; thanks for providing both the refreshments and the entertainment." And then they were gone. I just lay there, until I was sure I was alone. And then I pulled myself out of the car, dressed, went back to make sure the door to the store was locked, and drove on home and took a long shower, ashamed that I had enjoyed much of the evening. However, this was the last evening shift I ever worked in my store. But it was not because I didn't want to; it was because I couldn't trust myself. No More Fairy-Tales! Val watched the fog drift outside her window. It made her rotten day seem even worse, and it had been pretty damned rotten. First, there had been the incident with Belle. Goodness knows, it's entirely too much to ask that a day start with a nice cup of coffee and no bad news. But that's what you get in this line of work. You start with the best intentions, to intervene and give someone a better life. And a few years down the road you spend your every waking moment solving their problems. Fairy god-mothers never get any rest. So her whole morning had been shot listening to Belle's headaches with her news. And Val had managed to hold her tongue in check; but she'd really wanted to shout, Well, when you marry a beast, you should be prepared for family issues. Hell, the girl broke the curse, no sweat, but give her a mewling mother-in-law and she crumbles under the pressure. And the fairy god-mother is supposed to wave her wand and make it all better. Well, that was pretty easy. A little "magic dust" to put in her mother-in-law's dinner would solve all her problems. And valium comes to the rescue once again. So breakfast was ruined, but no, that wasn't enough. By noon Rapunzel starts shrieking about a runaway child and why didn't you get here sooner and what should I do..? Talk about psychological issues after being locked in a tower for a few years. After searching for the stupid kid all afternoon, he shows up for dinner. A friend had invited him out for a friendly game of baseball. He'd left a note, which apparently had gotten put in with the outgoing mail. Grrrr... If it wouldn't have ruined her image, she'd have probably have smacked Rapunzel for not checking with his friends before freaking out. And not three hours ago she'd had to go and threaten Little Bunny Foo Foo for going out and chasing her field mice. Damn it, those field mice were imported from Transylvania, and too bloody expensive to have that stupid rabbit poaching them. So now she stood by the window and brooded. If ever a person could brood, Val did it best. Her reflection in the window glass showed a beautiful woman, surely not older than thirty, with dark hair fluttering around her waist and large hazel eyes framed by sooty lashes. Honey toned skin and a scattering of freckles made her seem almost human. Her soft, ruddy mouth was set in a sneer as she gazed out into the night. And suddenly her evening improved. Along the road to her cottage she could see a torch slowly edging closer. Val spun away from the window and doused the lantern in her room. Near blind in the darkness, she quickly moved to her dresser and searched by feel for her nicest nightgown. It was soft velvet with two slits up the front to showcase her legs as she walked. The spaghetti straps would be a little chilly, but that was the least of her concerns. She pulled it on and was about to close the drawer when she paused. Another quick search turned up silk panties, which she hurried to put on. At the night table her fingers found her brush and she spent a little time making sure her hair was soft and untangled. Since she could use all the height she could get with him, she pulled on sandals that had a slight heel. Just thinking about him made her panties get a little wet. She was just telling herself to calm down, because she hated getting her hopes up when he never seemed to notice anything she did, when there was a knock at her door. It wasn't loud, but it was matter of fact, and just hearing it made her take a deep breath so she wouldn't be too flushed when she saw him. A lighted candle in hand, she went to the door as calmly as possible and slowly opened it. She wasn't sure if it was the slightly chilled air or seeing him standing there that caused her nipples to pucker faintly. As their eyes met he slowly doused his torch in the bucket beside her door. "Huntsman." She was proud that her voice was almost calm. "Lady." A shiver made it's way down her spine. That answers that question, how could she doubt that her body responded to him rather than the cold? "Please, would you like to come in?" Rather than answer, he moved towards her until her nerve very nearly broke. But rather than throw herself at him as she wanted to, she allowed pride to rule her and she backed out of the doorway, drawing the door with her. The huntsman passed so near her that she caught the sent of him. A bit of smoke and pine. Damn, her panties were getting soaked already. "Did I wake you?" "Not really, no. I had yet to fall asleep. But what brings you to my door at this late hour, huntsman?" She leaned against the fireplace mantle and gestured for him to pick a seat. The remaining embers from that day's fire warmed her back. "Surely you've been awake since dawn, this is a late call..." "And unfortunately not a pleasure call. You have mice ruining your southern fields." He sat in an overstuffed arm chair, his body dwarfing her petite furniture. He dwarfed everything in her cottage, since he hovered at nearly 6' 7". Which put him over a foot taller than Val. He relaxed into the chair with a soft sigh. His eyes closed, and Val could see how tired he looked. A tremor of guilt moved her. Moving quietly she slipped into the kitchen area, and opened the cold storage. "Mice? Again? I'm sure you're right, but..." "But?" He sounded drowsy. "Not again, was what I was going to say." She piled a plate with slices of turkey and nudged the stove a little sharply until it woke up and started to heat the kettle of water she'd placed on it. A swift search of the pantry yielded a wedge of pineapple and a chocolate muffin. OK, so maybe it wasn't a gourmet selection, but at least she had something to feed him. "It's only been three or four weeks since the last time you trapped my fields." "Apparently it's been enough time for them to regroup..." His eyes opened as she leaned over him to place the plate on the table beside him. Her breasts were showcased nicely in front of his eyes, and he felt himself stir, as he always did around Val. Unfortunately today had been a hell of a day, and he doubted he'd be able to keep up with her even if he did manage to get her into bed. Damn, but he loved theses night visits. And in the past six months he'd managed to make several night visits, mostly because he loved the way she filled out her nighties. Wasn't he too old for this, he asked his libido? The answer was a resounding 'no.' "I thank you, lady. Today has been too long, and my last meal was many hours ago." Val smiled sympathetically at him. And almost felt guilty about the mice. Almost. Today had sucked for her too. A gentle chirp from the tea kettle had her returning to the kitchen and pouring the boiling water over tea. She returned to his side and sat on the floor by his feet, her back against the sofa. Hunter ate the cold repast with pleasure. It was probably the best thing he'd ever eaten. Which was partially because he was starving after spending all afternoon returning sheep that had wandered from Mary's flock and putting out snares for a rabid boar in the Enchanted Forest. The only highlight was sitting here watching Val as she relaxed, staring into the flames in the hearth. And trying to keep from staring at the edge of her nighty as it slid high on her thigh, revealing more of her shapely legs than he could comfortably deal with. Having downed all he could eat, he leaned back in his chair. Almost as if that was a signal, she turned to face him and smiled at him from her perch on the floor. "Finished?" She rose, and stretched, making his eyes widen and trace the curve of her breasts appreciatively. Hunter also rose and took the plate and cup, before she could reach them. Paralyzed, all she could do was look up at him, her body inches from touching his, her lips parted on a small exclamation. Annoyed with herself and wondering for how long she had been frozen, she wrenched her gaze from his. And for good measure she also grabbed the dishes from his grasp. "I'll take these. You've had a long day, and need to relax." She pushed him lightly back into the chair. "I should argue with you, since I've already inconvenienced you enough... But I am tired. I can only thank you again." "Nonsense, it is always a pleasure to have your company." And with a quick turn she moved away from him towards the kitchen. Hunter could only sit back and admire her swaying backside. When Val returned moments later, she found Hunter with his eyes closed and a slight snore on his lips. A smile turned the corner of her mouth up. "Well, I always knew I wanted a good reason to have him in my bed. I just never saw him asleep for the trip." She bent over him and started to pull him to his feet. Hunter started to come awake as she shouldered some of his weight with a grunt. "Come on Huntsman. You'll kill your back if you sleep the night in that chair." Not entirely awake and aware, despite the shortness of his time in slumber, Hunter only had a vague notion to let her lead him up the narrow stairs to her bedroom. The short trip over, she let him fall unconscious onto the center of her bed. Val eyed him consideringly. The idea of undressing him had great merit, but she knew that that would be hard to explain in the morning, so she settled for pulling off his boots, socks, vest and belt. She pulled the covers over him and went to extinguish the fire downstairs. *********** Hunter woke quickly early the next morning, all his senses screaming at him. He was not in his bed and he had no idea where he was. And there was a warm, soft and very female body half draped over him. This wasn't so bad he decided. And when Val murmured in her sleep and shifted more completely he sucked in his breath. A definite improvement over yesterday. And the fit of his pants was a testament to it. They were uncomfortably tight around his cock, which was straining to rub against her thigh through the rough material of his pants. "Easy boy. I'm sure she's just being neighborly, letting me share her bed after I passed out cold in her living room. Can't take advantage of her trust..." Boy was not interested in higher morals. Boy was aware that after eight months of celibacy there was a warm female stretched over him. "Shit." Hunter tried to carefully nudge Val over, so he could leave quietly. She simply muttered again and rubbed herself against him. Her head was in the crook of his shoulder and she nuzzled him gently. Her thigh shifted and Hunter groaned. But honor's a bitch, he told himself. No way was he going to do anything as primal as flipping her under him and thrusting himself so deep into her slit that neither of them would be able to think straight for a week. He wasn't going to pound her till she screamed and came. And he really wasn't going to rip her nighty off and touch all of the treasures he had been lusting after for weeks. Months. Years. "Sonovabitch." Val was still drifting in sleep, but she was aware of a peculiar sensation. Someone was lying under her. Someone wonderfully big and hard and warm. She'd been plagued by vivid dreams of steamy sex all night, and she was aroused and sleepy and had a warm body under her. But there seemed to be clothing in the way. Annoyed, she shifted so her cunt was resting over Hunter's cock and wiggled, trying to will the clothing away. Hunter was unaware that Val was starting to wake up, and simply swore viciously at her movements, since his arousal was already damned painfully uncomfortable. Her hardened nipples were a revelation, as they brushed against his chest. In a weird twist of fate, it also turned out that while Val was not awake, and she was not entirely asleep, she could still command the powers that are innate to every fairy god-mother. Her annoyance at the clothing that were separating her from him got solved very quickly. They tore themselves free of the couple in the bed and rested in a slightly embarrassed heap on the floor beside the bed. After all, there was nothing dignified about the grinding and moaning occurring above them. All Hunter knew was that one moment he was clothed, trying to get out from under a sleepy woman, the next he was naked with warm, aroused female flesh pressing against him. And now Boy refused to be ignored. Hunter moved swiftly, turning over and pushing Val into the bedding on her back. Still trying to keep his honor intact he kissed her hard, his hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. His tongue thrust hard between her lips, and he pressed his erection against her cunt lips. Val was very awake now. Her heart was pounding, her breath was ragged as Hunter raised his head and propped himself up on his arms above her. "Tell me to leave." His eyes dared her to say any such thing. "Tell me you don't want me to fuck you blind." The pressure of his cock against her opening was irresistible, not that Val had ever planned on resisting him. "If you're going to tell me to stop, you have to do it now." He almost seemed reluctant, with all the opportunity he was giving her to escape, she thought peevishly. To answer him, she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers so she could ravage him with her tongue. He groaned at her nonverbal acceptance and settled himself back down over her body, which was becoming damp with sweat. His hands moved over her shape swiftly, but thoroughly. And his tongue was wont to follow. Val though she would die when he closed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked. Hard. Her hips gyrated in response, rubbing her cunt against his hip. Her nails dug into his back. They both moaned. "God, Hunter, are you trying to drive me nuts?" He smiled at the husky way she gasped out his name. Glad to oblige, now that he was close to getting laid, he let his hand slip lower. And found her incredibly damp and eager pussy. He rubbed against her clit and muffled a laugh when she jerked as if hit by lightening. A few more strokes and he had the pleasure of seeing her eyes go wide. "Oh, lord. Hunter! Ohhh..." She shudder and gasped as honey flooded her cunt. Hunter gently suckled on her breast as she came down from her first orgasm, and stroked her thighs enticingly. Still drunk with pleasure Val dragged his mouth up to hers and gave him a sloppy kiss. But he was far from done. His cock rubbed up against her still tender clit and she moaned as she began to feel arousal growing again. The first orgasm had been a dozy, but that was nothing compared to the next one. Finally, Hunter thought, as he began to sink his cock into her depths. As he began to slide home, Val tensed up again. The heat was incredible, but the wetness, and the strength with which she gripped him... She was headlong into her second orgasm. "Ohhh... Hunter, Hunter. Fuck! Ohhhhhhh..." It was only with by amazing feat of will power that he managed not to cum right then and there. She was quivering around him with an intensity that made the Richter scale blush. But he still had a toe-hold on his self-control. After all, he'd promised he'd fuck her blind and he wanted to be sure she'd be welcoming him back tonight. So he held himself in her and above her, watching as her mouth went slightly slack and all the tension drained from her body. Her eyes were unseeing, but as he moved fractionally inside her they jerked to his face. She was so wet, absolutely slick, that he had no difficulty pulling out slightly before thrusting back into her heat, despite how tight her box was. He knew she would be feeling very sensitive for a while, so his movements were designed to be smooth and slow enough for her to enjoy them. Val wasn't real thrilled with that idea. She wanted fucked, she wanted it now, and she'd gone through too much trouble to get it to worry overly about his sensibilities. Self-control's a great thing, but damned if she'd let it get in her way. She leaned up and bit Hunter. Hard enough for him to jerk harshly and growl. She glared at him, "Now. Faster. Damn you, faster." He tormented her a moment more by withdrawing almost entirely. And slammed back into her tight cunt, making her screech a little in obvious pleasure. Her hands gripped his arms, and her nails marked his skin. His pounding made her body jerk slightly with every thrust making her breasts jiggle. She arched up to meet his thrusts. Nothing had ever felt this good. He was so hard, so deep. Both of them were breathing hard. He was thrusting more erratically now, she could tell he was close. One of her hands left his upper arm to reach down to her clit. So close... Deeper and harder and oh, there! Her cunt tightened fractionally around him, and the increase in sensation threw Val into her third orgasm. "Oh, FUCK!" More heat, more wetness, more tension. Hunter was slick with sweat and at the edge himself. He could barely concentrate enough to see, but he shifted his weight to one hand and used the other to pull her hips tight against his as he thrust one final time, deep and hard. He was pretty sure he blacked out. There was no way he had enough blood left in his head to be conscious when every bit of his being was struggling to get inside of her as he exploded. ************* Val was feeling smug. Three orgasms and a heavy Hunter squishing her into the mattress were enough to make any woman feel smug and wonderful. And slightly flattened, but somewhere inside there was a Halleluja chorus at the top of its lungs. She thought about moving him so she could breathe normally, but she didn't want to wake him up, because that would make it morning and he'd have to leave and she'd have to get to work. And he smelled good. Well, not GOOD, more like musky and male and exhausted. Which was her doing, and thus she was smug. He groaned and stirred. She tightened her arms around him and buried her face more firmly against his chest. He chuckled huskily. And rolled off of her. Val pouted. Full lower lip and all. Until he dragged her on top of him. "Now be nice, you know we can't skip work. Heck, if you aren't up in about an hour, all of the royals will be banging on your door," he rubbed his hands up and down her back, making her purr slightly. "If you'd like, I can come back tonight," his fingers dipped extra low on her backside and he squeezed fondly, "And we can continue where we left off." "I'd like to chain you to my bed and lock all the doors and never let either of us escape... But you grossly overestimated. In less than half an hour, the entire world will be barging into this room. Off with you, you're late for work." And she felt smug and happy all over again. He'd never been late for work before. Until her. She was a bad influence on him, and it was wonderful. Of course, she'd never been this late before either, and she knew her mirror was never going to let her forget it. By the time she'd left that reverie, he was dressed and at the door. "Tonight." And he was gone. No More Games I put the phone back on the receiver, as I thought about what I was about to do. For a moment I actually considered calling back and telling her to find someone else, that I wasn't her little fix-it puppy any more, but I didn't. I knew I wouldn't. It was a game, a game that had started long ago, shortly after I had walked out on her. Actually, it had started even before that. It had just taken until then for me to realize that it was a game. Now, seventeen years after the divorce, and her subsequent two failed marriages, and countless boyfriends, she still called me whenever something went wrong. It was always the same, and as I put on my shoes, a could picture the whole scene in my head. It didn't matter, I would go, and I would play the game. I didn't understand why, it didn't matter. At some point I had given up on ever having a normal life. Instead, I was destined to live and breath, waiting on a call, to go and do her bidding, watch as she played the temptress, never quite going too far, if there was such a thing. It wasn't even a matter of desire anymore, it was just that I didn't know anything else. At some point, long ago, I might have been able to stop, but not now. It was all I had. I drove slowly, relishing the anticipation. It's a strange sort of rush, this game. I began to wonder which scenario she would have this time, what little act she would put on to portray her innocence. I stood in the doorway staring at her as she lay in the tub. It was one of those old claw foot cast iron things, huge and deep, with bright chrome fixtures that seemed to sparkle. Her hair, a deep reddish brown hung down off the back of the tub, cascading in gentle waves nearly to the floor. Her eyes were closed, and a thin wire hung down from her ear to a CD player on the chair beside the tub. A large towel hung over the back of the chair, monogrammed with her name. Several candles were burning, scattered about the room, filling the air with the scent of flowers. On the floor was the phone, the one she had called me on, asking me to come over, that she needed me to do something for her. I had known before I left that it was a ploy, an excuse to get me to her house. Not that it mattered, I would have come over anyway. The water was covered with a thin layer of bubbles, enough to hide parts but not all of her nakedness beneath the water. Her arms were outstretched on the edge of the tub, the skin smooth, devoid of any jewelry. Even the ring finger no longer showed the tell tale sign of the past. I shifted my weight nervously, wondering if she knew I was there. I saw her shift slightly, and she turned to look up at me, her lips curling into a smile, a smile that never quite reached the rest of her face. I could see the rise of her breasts as she sat forward, her hand reaching up to pull the earphone from her head, only the thin coat of bubbles keeping her nipples from view. "Thanks for coming over," she said, staring at me. "I didn't think you would." I almost laughed, I might have, had the truth of things not been so clear to me. She knew what I wanted, knew why I would come whenever she called. She held it out there, like a doggy treat offered to a faithful hound. A doggy treat she would never allow me to have. Her hand reached out to grasp the towel, pulling it to her chest as she slowly stood. A flash of skin, a hint of her breast, but never a clear view. She stared at me, watching my reaction, watching my erection. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue sliding across them, leaving a glistening trail of moisture. She pulled the towel around herself, the thick fabric not enough to hide her charms. She stepped towards me, one hand holding the towel, the other hanging at her side. As she neared, I could smell her, the mixture of flowers and passion. I could sense the fire burning within her, a fire I could only flame, but never consume. She was inches from me, her breath hot upon me. She looked up and smiled that same smile. "Thanks for cumming." she said, her hand "accidentally" brushing against my bulge as she stepped by. She acted as if she didn't even notice, but I knew better. "I'll just be a moment," she said, walking down the hallway to her bedroom. She stepped inside, letting the towel drop just as she stepped from view. I could see the mirror on the dresser opposite the doorway, and in it, the reflection of her nakedness as she dried herself. She knew I was watching, but made no indication to acknowledge it. She turned facing away, as she bent down to dry her feet. Her legs were parted slightly, and I caught a momentary glimpse of her, the lips puffy and glistening with her sweetness. She stood back upright, turning to face the mirror as her hands traveled across her body, caressing the soft flesh. "These new bath oils are wonderful," she called out. "They keep my skin so smooth." Our eyes met momentarily in the mirror. Again that smile. She walked past the door, completely uncovered, her breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. Even from this distance I could smell her. "Just a few more seconds," she said, calling out from her closet. I just stood there waiting, knowing what was to transpire. The seconds turned to minutes before she appeared in the doorway. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. She had on a pink silk blouse that caressed her breasts, the erect nipples creating little points of focus for my eyes. Her lower half was covered, if you could call it that, in a pair of spandex shorts, not much more than briefs. The front pulled tight, forming to her cunt lips. A small dark spot had already started to appear. "That's better," she said, casually running her hands down her sides and across her butt cheeks, ending with a playful slap on each cheek. "There's nothing better than a good hot bath," she said, her eyes still staring at my cock, which was pressing uncomfortably in my jeans. "Well, almost nothing," she added, walking towards me. "The problem is in the basement," she said, sliding past me and starting down the stairs. "I think it's the water line for the fridge, but I can't quite reach it." I watched her walk down the steps, her ass swaying emphatically with each step. She didn't stop to check, she knew I was watching and she knew I would follow. As we arrived in the basement, she walked over to a small puddle on the floor. I watched, seeing the occasional drip of water from the ceiling. "It's coming from up there," she said, raising her hand to point up into the beams. The motion raised her shirt up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach. Again she looked at me, knowing I was staring. "There's a ladder and a flashlight in the laundry room," she added, nodding to the door behind me. I opened the door and stepped inside, flipping on the light switch as I did. The ladder and flashlight were both sitting by the clothes table which was piled high with an assortment of bra's and panties. I walked over, running my hands across the undergarments. My cock was straining against my pants, and I reached inside, adjusting it so that it ran down my pant leg. Then I grabbed the ladder and flashlight and returned to the main room. She was still standing beneath the drip, her back arched, her head tilted back, staring up into the rafters. Several drops of water had struck her blouse, landing strategically where her nipples were rubbing against the thin material. I walked over and placed the ladder in position, my eyes locked on her breasts as she arched backwards, thrusting them out even more. I slowly climbed the ladder, turning on the flashlight and shining it up into the rafters. "Can you see it?" she asked, her hand coming up to rest against my leg. I nodded, reaching up to try and tighten the valve, which had been opened up to far. Her hand touched my leg, slowly creeping upward until her fingers were almost touching my cock. "I'll steady you," she said her fingers squeezing slightly, inching up ever closer. Her body moved closer, her breasts pressed against my lower leg as her fingers moved to within millimeters of my swollen member. My legs nearly buckled, and she wrapped her other arm around my leg, steadying me. "Careful," she said, her fingers now blatantly massaging my cock. "I got you." "Yes, you do." I thought, as she continued rubbing me. I stayed in that position for several moments, my hands above my head, while she massaged my leg just below my cock. I felt like I was going to burst. I looked down, and saw her standing against my leg, her lips almost against the head of my cock as her hand worked me. I shifted slightly, turning the valve the last bit, and my cock brushed her lips. I thought I would explode right there. She released my leg, stepping back. "Thank You," she said, watching my crotch as I climbed down. "My pleasure." I said, regretting the hint of sarcasm I heard in my voice immediately. We were standing almost against each other. I could feel the heat of her body, and knew all I had to do was shift forward slightly. I stood there, not moving for what seemed like hours but was only a few seconds, before she stepped back, smiling. "I'll put the ladder away, then I have to get going." I said, meeting her gaze. It was there, plain on her face, all I had to do was reach out and she would be mine, at least for a little while. I picked up the ladder and walked back into the laundry room. The breaking of the sexual tension was almost audible. I could hear her walking up the stairs as I put the ladder and flashlight away. I knew I had to do something about this, that I couldn't let it continue, but I also knew I enjoyed this game. This wondering who would be the first to cross the line, who would give in first. As I walked through the house, I could hear her talking on the phone. I considered stopping to say good bye, but thought better of it. The game was over, and it was time to go. I walked outside, closing the door behind me, a sigh of relief escaping my throat as I walked to my truck. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw my roommate Vicki, sitting on the porch. She watched as I drove up, her hands folded across her chest. I climbed out of the truck and walked toward the porch. She just stared at me, no hi, no smile, nothing. I knew she was pissed off, and ran through my checklist of things I was supposed to do that day. There was nothing I had forgotten, then I saw the phone sitting next to her. It hit me like a knife. "Brandi called. Wanted to thank you again for fixing her leak." She said, a hint of sarcasm mixed with anger clear in her voice. I just nodded, hoping to avoid the lecture and argument that I knew was coming. It happened every time she found out I went over there. I considered making an excuse, explaining that I was just helping her out, that nothing happened, but I knew that would only anger her more. I walked past, entering the house. My shoulders sagged, as I heard her get up and follow me. I knew what was coming, and I knew she was right. None of that mattered when it came to Brandi. "I thought you said you weren't going over there anymore." Vicki said, the anger clear in her voice. "You know what she's doing. Christ Ben, she's been playing you almost nonstop since the breakup. It's not that she wants you, she just wants to know that she can have you if she decides to. " Vicki's face was red, her hands on her hips. I hadn't seen her this angry before. I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it. Vicki knew me better than anybody, and she would know I was lying. She just stood there, staring at me. I could feel myself shrink under her gaze. She had a way with me. We had known each other since we were just kids, and had always been there for each other. She was the one person I trusted, and the disappointment on her face cut through me. "Your better than that, Ben," she said, her voice losing a bit of the edge. "You divorced her for a reason. That hasn't changed. Brandi hasn't changed, she never will. You're better off alone than with her. Now promise me, the next time she calls you won't go rushing over there." She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch my shoulder. Her face had softened, and she forced a slight smile. "You're my best friend, Ben. I hate what she did to you, and what she's still doing. But I can't stop her. That's up to you. It's time you made a stand with her. She's the one who cheated, she destroyed the relationship, and yet every time she calls you go running. You have to stop letting her pull you around by the pecker." She smiled, and touched my cheek. "Please, Ben. Promise me, you'll at least try." I nodded. I knew she was right. I knew that Brandi was playing me, that she had always been playing me. That didn't change how I felt about her. It never would. I knew Vicki was just trying to be a friend, she always was. "I'll try." I whispered. "That's the best I can do." "OK" she said, her mood brightening, "Now what you got planned for tonight, and don't tell me you're going to stay home and watch a movie." "OK, I won't tell you." I responded, even though that was exactly what I had planned. "Listen, me and my friends are headed out to the new club out by the beach, why don't you come along." She said, almost jumping up and down with excitement. "To a gay bar? What for?" I chided. "Look, you stick in the mud. It's not a gay bar, it's a night club. Tammy's coming, and you know she's straight. And Patty will be there. She likes guys as well. Come on, you might get lucky. Besides, if nothing else, you can watch all of us shake or stuff on the dance floor." As she said that she turned slightly and stuck her butt out shaking it playfully. "Great, I can go out and watch a bunch of women shake their butts and then come home alone. And you said quit going over there and getting teased." I said laughing. She looked at me, the smile fading slightly. "Or we could stay in and watch a movie together," she said, her lips forming a pout. "All right, you win." I laughed. "When do we leave?" "The club starts playing at nine, but we better get their by eight-thirty to get decent seats," she said, "and that gives me just and hour to get ready. I better get started." I stood there as she walked away, wondering what I had gotten myself into. Tammy, oh Christ." I thought, "That girls comes on stronger than a drunk rapist. And Patti, well she did like guys, but she was just plain weird." Walking into my bedroom, I glanced around, grimacing at the mess. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and my collection of movies lay scattered across the bed. I quickly picked things up, wondering if I actually had the nerve to put up with either of the two girls tonight. I doubted I was going to have much say in the matter. Tossing on clean clothes, a ran my hand across my chin, the day's worth of growth feeling raspy. Walking down the hall, I stopped at the bathroom door, which hung partially open. I could see Vicki standing at the sink, putting on her make-up. Our eyes met in the mirror and she smiled. "I need my razor." I said, stepping inside and reaching past her. The smell of her perfume filled my nostrils. I stopped, the scent of fresh cut flowers. I inhaled deeply without thinking. "Ben, what are you doing." Vicki said, pushing my head back. "Oh, I'm sorry." I stammered, "It's just that smell, it's the same ...." She looked at me for a moment, confusion on her face. Then it hit her and she smiled slightly. "I'm sorry. Should I wash it off?" "No. That's alright. I mean, I'm the one who should be apologizing." I said, the embarrassment plain on my face. I quickly turned and left the room. It was almost an hour later when Vicki finally entered the living room. She stepped in front of me pirouetting, her hands resting on her hips. "What do you think?" she asked, stopping facing me. I had to admit she looked good. She was wearing a silk blouse, white but not quite white, and a black skirt with a wide red belt. Her hair was hanging free, falling just passed her shoulders. Her make-up was sparse, barely noticeable. I couldn't help but stare. She started to fidget, obviously uncomfortable being stared at. I slowly tore my eyes aware, surprising myself with my reaction to her. "So what do you think?" she finally said. "You look great," was all I could muster. All the way to the club, I kept finding myself staring at her face. The smooth cheeks with a faint hint of blush, her small, almost childlike nose, and full glistening lips. Her eyes sparkled, and I could see the happiness in her face. Finally, as we turned into the parking lot, I couldn't hold back. "So what's got you so happy?" "Oh, nothing. I'm just excited about the new club. It should be lots of fun. Maybe I'll even get you to dance." She replied, not looking at me. "Fat chance of that." I replied, "I don't dance. Not unless I got a beautiful woman in my arms and she lets me lead." "We'll see." She replied, still looking straight ahead. The other three women were all waiting by the door. Tammy was wearing her usual, a black one piece thing that clung to all of her curves. The front was left open almost to her waist, allowing her massive tits to nearly pop out. Her feet were covered in spike heeled boots that screamed "Tramp" and she had enough make-up on for ten women. Her whole appearance screamed easy, which I suppose was what she intended. Patti had her hair done up with a purple mohawk and was wearing more jewelry in and on her face than the rest of the girls combined. It really was a shame, because without all the garb, Patti was actually quite attractive. The third girl, I didn't recognize, but she was dressed much like Patti, except nowhere near the face jewelry. "Hi, guys." Vicki shouted out as we walked up to the other three. "Ben, this is Lorna." She said, nodding toward the third girl. The girl scowled, but offered her hand. "These two hussies, you already know," she laughed. The five of us made our way into the club, dodging the growing crowd. Vicki spotted an empty booth near the women's bathroom and dragged us toward it. There were over a hundred people inside already, and there were probably as many hanging around outside. Shortly after we sat down, a young guy, dressed in black pants and a red silk shirt walked up and took our orders. I couldn't tell if he was checking me out, or wondering what I was doing with four women. I shrugged it off and slid back in my seat, trying to remain unnoticed as the four women started chatting. A few minutes later, the DJ came on and the music began. In a flash the girls were gone, out on the dance floor. I sat there drinking my bourbon and coke, which tasted an awful lot like coke, and not much at all like bourbon. I didn't care, I was just happy to sit back, and relax. About a half hour later, the three girls made their way back to the table. The DJ was still playing some fast beat music, I think it was called "Booty Call" or something like that. Vicki grabbed my hand and tried pulling me from the booth. "Come on!" she pleaded, "Get out here and have some fun." I just smiled and shook my head. "I can't lead to this." I said, smiling as I took another sip of my drink. "Try again when they play something I can lead to." As the girls pulled her back onto the floor, I flagged down the waiter and ordered another drink, along with a shot of bourbon on the side. He smiled and took my drink, glancing back at me as he walked up to the bar. A few minutes later he came back, carrying my drinks, a puzzled look on his face. He set them down in front of me. I reached into my wallet to grab a twenty, but he shook his head, leaning across the table. "I'm sorry. I just thought that, since you were with Vicki and Lorna, that maybe you were ..." he said, obviously embarrassed. No More Games "Don't worry about it." I replied, feeling kind of bad for the guy. "I hope they didn't. I mean, I hope they weren't rude or anything." "Oh no." he said, "They didn't tell me, the woman up at the bar did." He nodded toward the far end of the bar. I saw a woman standing there, dressed in a spaghetti string red dress, her long reddish brown hair hanging down her back. She turned and looked toward me, raising her glass and smiling. "Brandi!" I whispered to myself. "Anyway." the waiter continued, "The lady bought these for you. Uhm, good luck with that one." As the waiter walked away, I watched Brandi start walking toward me, her drink in one hand, her other hand tracing a line along the edge of her dress, her fingers lightly caressing the edges of her breasts. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she slowly walked across the room. It was like nobody else existed. I didn't even notice that the music had stopped and the DJ was talking. A black skirt with a wide red belt and a white blouse appeared in front of me. I shifted sideways, and the figure knelt down. Vicki grabbed my hands and smiled at me. Suddenly I could hear, as the DJ said, "Welcome to the dance floor, Ben and Vicki." "You lead." She said, smiling as she pulled me to my feet, her hands squeezing mine tightly. I glanced over at Brandi, the confusion plain on my face as I let Vicki guide me onto the floor to the hoots and hollers of the crowd. She just stood there, watching, her face red with anger. The music started, an Eric Clapton song. Vicki slid in close to me, her arms reaching up to wrap around my neck. Her face tilted back, as she stared into my eyes. "But what the ..." I stammered, my hand automatically going to her waist, my body taking over as we began to move to the music. "You said you had to lead, so lead." She said, her hands pulling tightly, her head moving in against my chest. We began moving across the floor. I was amazed at how she followed my lead, moving in time with me. I could feel her body as she pressed into me, and I could feel my own responding to her closeness. My cock was hardening, and I knew she could feel the bulge of it pressing against her. "I'm sorry." I stammered, pushing her hips back slightly, creating a small space between us. "Don't be," she said, moving back against me with the next step. "I consider it a compliment, I'd actually be offended if I didn't get a reaction out of you." I almost fell. I stopped moving, looking down at her. "Why do you think I got the DJ to play a slow song." She smiled, gently pushing me back into motion. She was smiling, as she let me take back control, leading her into a slow tight spin. "Besides," she whispered into my ear, "I'm not letting her get her hooks in you again." Her lips close to my ear and her hot breath on my neck made me shudder involuntarily. As the dance slowed and then ended, Vicki pulled my head down, her lips seeking mine. She kissed me lightly, her lips barely touching mine. It was a light touch, almost nothing, but that touch sent shivers down my spine. She pulled back, looking straight at me, a slight smile on her lips that seemed to spread across her face as she stared into my eyes. "Just for tonight." She whispered, her hands gripping my neck, her body pressing against mine. As we walked off the dance floor, I could see the other girls sitting at the table staring at us. Vicki had her hand around my waist, and I could feel the heat of her body soaking into me. We stopped at the edge of the table. Vicki reached over and grabbed her purse, her hand still around my waist. "We'll see you guys later," she said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the door. As we climbed into the car, Vicki turned to face me, a serious look in her eyes. She took my hand and held it to her lips, kissing it lightly, her eyes still focused on mine. Slowly her expression changed, she smiled, and then she started laughing. It was the sweetest sound I had heard in a long time. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, her hand squeezing mine. "You don't have to." I responded, "I mean I appreciate what you did in there, but we're not in there anymore. You don't have to take this any further." She turned and stared at me. That serious look returning to her face. "I know what I'm doing, Ben. I've been thinking about it for a while, but I was too afraid to actually do it. But tonight, when she came in there, I just couldn't let her. You're better than that." My mind was whirling, trying to understand what Vicki was thinking. We had been friends for a long time. Since we were just kids. There had never been the slightest hint of interest on her part of it ever being anything more. I sat quietly, staring at her as she drove, my eyes drifting to her breasts, rising and falling with her breathing. She was pretty, more than pretty, she was gorgeous. But she was not someone I had ever considered.... The rest of the ride home was quiet. I just sat there watching Vicki as she drove. Everything seemed surreal, like I was in a dream. Even the sounds of the road seemed muffled, not quite real. "Ben, ... Ben!" Vicki's voice brought me back to the present. I looked out at the driveway, realizing they were home. I reached for the door handle, but Vicki grabbed my hand, turning me towards her. Her face was serious, but her hands were shaking as she grasped mine. "Ben, I have to say something before we go inside. I won't push this on you, I'm not like that. I know what I want, and I know why. It may not be the right reason, but it's all I have. When we go inside, you have to chose. I am going into my bedroom. You can either go to your room and continue on, sniffing at Brandi's heels, or you can join me. But if you join me, I want all of you. I want you to be with me, not with some replacement for Brandi." I sat there, not knowing what to say. I knew what she wanted to hear, what I needed to tell her, but I just sat there staring at her. I could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and I wanted to reach out and wipe them away, take her in my arms and hold her, keep her safe. But something held me back. She released my hands, turning to open the door. I sat there as she climbed out, watching her go. I wanted to reach out for her, say something, but nothing came out. The door slammed closed and she strode away. I could see her shoulders shaking. I knew what I had done. "I love you too." I whispered as I watched her enter the house. "I love you too." The sun shining through the window of the car woke me. I climbed out, groaning as my body protested my movements. I walked slowly toward the house, wondering what I would face when I entered. Opening the door, I stepped inside, relieved at the quiet. I took a deep breath, and started down the hallway, still unsure of what I was doing, knowing only that I had to do something. I paused at the door to my bedroom, my hand on the handle. I glanced down the hallway at the door at the end. Slowly my hand slipped from my door handle and I turned and walked slowly to the end of the hall. Vicki was still in bed, the blankets kicked off. I glanced around the room, noting several items here and there. A picture of the two of us washing her car the weekend she bought it, tickets from when I took her to her first football game and she kept asking me what inning it was, the T-shirt I had bought her when we went to the Hard Rock Cafe. I stood there looking at the momentoes, reliving each of the events. I heard the sheets rustle and turned toward the bed. Vicki was laying there, watching me. It was like a damn breaking. I moved toward the bed quickly, my arms outstretched, reaching for her. She sat up, the sheets falling away, as I fell into her arms. I was overcome by the aroma of fresh cut flowers. I smiled as I pulled her to me, the scent filling me. I inhaled deeply, relishing her smell, remembering where I had first found that scent, not on Brandi, but on a little girl playing grown up in her mom's bedroom almost twenty years ago, a little girl whose finger I tied a piece of string around in a make believe wedding. She swept the hair from her face, and I saw it, a small gold piece of yarn tied around her finger. She saw me looking, saw my reaction. I pulled her to me, finally realizing what I should have known all along. My hands trembled as I reached for the straps of her nightgown, slowly pulling them from her shoulders. I eased them down her arms, inch by inch exposing her smooth flesh. My breathing was ragged, my heart racing, as the fabric peeled from her skin. Her breasts were small, just large enough to fill my hand, with small pink nipples that stuck out slightly. Her whole body was trembling as I slowly reached out, cupping her breasts in my hands. I looked into her eyes, feeling like I could see into her soul as she looked up at me. Her full round lips parted slightly, as she moved her head forward, her lips finding mine, our tongues intertwining, searching hungrily. Her hands grasped at me, peeling off my shirt as I caressed her back. I could feel the urgency, the need, not only in myself, but in her as well. I pulled her from the bed, standing her up, as I eased her nightgown off, my eyes relishing each bit of her flesh as it came into view. My lips moved to her neck, tracing a path down her body. Each kiss drawing a shudder from her as my mouth moved lower, finding its way to her center. My urgency and need held in check by the knowledge that this was no game, I took my time, allowing my tongue to dance across her flesh, the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her lips encouraged me on. "Oh, God!" she cried as my mouth made contact with her center. Her hands slid down, grasping my head, pulling me into her. My tongue slid between her lips, parting them, as fluids began flowing freely. It was the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted, and my tongue drove into her, encouraging her as I felt her hips begin to thrust against me. "I need you," she cried, grasping my shoulders and pulling me up to her. Her hands fumbled frantically with my pants, struggling to peel them off. My cock sprung free, standing straight out, pulsing, precum oozing from the tip. I stepped slowly from my pants, my cock pulsing up and down, ready to explode. She pulled me to her as she fell back on the bed, her hands reaching between us, guiding me, as her legs parted. I nearly came, as our bodies made contact for the first time. I looked into her eyes, saw the tears, and held her close, letting her control me as she slowly slid me into her. Inch by inch my cock entered her, the fire between us raging, burning out of control. I struggled, controlling my urge to drive into her. Slowly, our bodies meshed, our hips coming into contact. I wanted it to last forever, I struggled, trying to stave off the inevitable. Her hands grasped my head, pulling my mouth to hers. As our lips met, and our bodies pressed together, my control snapped. I freed myself, my seed erupting deep into her. She held me, pulling me tighter into her closer against her as my body emptied into her. My cock spasmed again and again, emptying my soul into her. I felt her shudder, her hands pulling me to her in a viselike grip. She nestled her head against my shoulder and whispered into my ear. "No more games." No More Human Marcus slowed his car to a stop and waited a few minutes while the dust from the dirt road settled around him. He then stepped out of the car, squinted his eyes and looked back down the road, he then turned his head and looked up ahead. When he confirmed there were no vehicles sharing that expanse of road with him, he stepped to the edge of the road, reached up unzipping his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. Spreading his legs a little wider, he relaxed a bit as a long stream of yellow liquid arched out into the weeds that grew along the dusty roadway. Up to that time he had lived an unremarkable life. Over the past five years he worked as an assistant manager at a small used bookstore, had dated four different women, two long enough to actually have had sex and had owned a pet cat until it ran away two months ago. As he watched his urine splash on the dusty leaves of weeds, he could never know how his life would change in the next few moments. Something in the sky caught his eye but before he could look up, squint and focus his eyes he was consumed in a rolling ball of heat, steel and dust. He never knew what hit him. Marcus never knew what hit him until the doctors and scientists told him. It took several months for him to get the whole story because the doctors and scientist could only give him information as it was declassified. Eventually what he learned was that he was found along the roadside by several farmers, followed by the local sheriff, an ambulance crew and finally two scientists. The scientists were frantically trying to track down an errant satellite that had fallen from orbit only to crash into a sparsely inhabited corner of Wyoming. Unfortunately, the corner of Wyoming was not sparsely inhabited enough, at least for Marcus. Fortunately, for some strange reason that the doctors and scientists couldn't hope to ever sufficiently explain to Marcus, he survived the impact of this (classified) space matter. Not only did he survive, but after a few minor operations, Marcus was able to thrive, albeit with a huge mass of (classified) space junk permanently embedded in his body. Marcus didn't fully comprehend what the doctors and scientists were telling him until he stood in front of a full length mirror. There he stood, his hair a bit disheveled, his arms a bit bruised up and his legs a bit thin and wobbly, but what shocked him was the odd mixture of high strength alloy steel, glass and plastic torso. Thoughts of the old science fiction movies rolled through his mind as he studied his body. After the initial surprise wore off, he reached down between his legs and found, thankfully, that his cock and balls remained intact. Initially relieved that his sex life was intact, he later became depressed. "Don't you see Doc," he said to his psychiatrist, "I had a hard enough time with women before all this, what will happen to me now?" The psychiatrist spent some time trying to get Marcus to understand how lucky he was to be alive. Although Marcus did respond positively most of the psychiatric sessions, he never really got over the sex. For most of his life he had been hopelessly inept with women, but somehow, now, he felt his fate was sealed. He left the hospital convinced he'd never be with a woman again. Marcus wore a large trench coat as he was rushed out a back door of the hospital and quickly slipped into a taxi, while a black Suburban at the front entrance was impossibly surrounded by photographers, reporters and a strange group of bystanders. Marcus wasn't alone in the taxi, besides the driver, he had a security officer who explained to him that there was a lot of public curiosity about him. Marcus learned that a security officer would stay with him during the next several weeks. Figuring they were making a big fuss over nothing, Marcus was grateful for the bodyguard when he arrived at his apartment building and found the path blocked by a large group of people. The bodyguard, with the help of a couple of policemen, got Marcus into the apartment without incident, but as he unlocked the door to his fifth floor apartment, he saw the door across the hall from him slowly open. Marcus turned and found himself looking at a beautiful woman, a woman he had never noticed before. For several moments he stood at the door, completely frozen as he looked over his neighbor. Her short curly hair encircled a cute, round face with bright blue eyes. Looking downward he noticed her two nipples protruding against the fabric of her tee shirt. Her breasts were small, but seemingly nicely formed, with very prominent nipples. Before he could scan downward he heard her say, "You're the one, aren't you?" "I guess," he replied. "It's hard to tell anything with that coat on you like that," she said, beginning to move a bit closer, but stopping as the security guard stepped between her and Marcus. "It's okay," Marcus said, lightly brushing his hand on the guard's shoulder, "she's a neighbor." Looking back at the woman, Marcus asked, "Do you want to come into my apartment?" Surprisingly she said, "Yes, I'd like that." The three of them entered Marcus' apartment, which looked completely different. "Whoa, is this the right place?" Marcus said. "They told me to tell you that they reworked your apartment," the security guard said. "Something about your restrictions, plus they set up a room for me." "Oh, you're living with me now?" "Well, me or whomever is your bodyguard for the day," he replied. "Who is they?" "The doctors and scientists I guess. It was my boss who told me to tell you." "And what if he wants to be alone with his guest," the woman asked. "I can step into my room or wait outside the door, whatever Marcus prefers." The woman looked at Marcus and said, "Do you mind having him wait outside?" Marcus looked at his bodyguard and asked, "Do you mind?" "Not at all sir, if you need me you can radio me on your cell phone, it's quicker than calling my number," he replied, heading for the door. When the door closed Marcus looked over to the woman, "You know, for as long as I have lived here, I don't remember seeing you." "Actually, I'm watching over the apartment for my brother. He's on vacation." "So..." "I'm Susan, Susan Butler, Jerry's sister," she said, holding her hand out to Marcus. Marcus took her hand and said, "You know, I've seen your brother a number of times, but never knew his name." "Well, aren't you glad I just happened to be here?" "What a coincidence," Marcus replied. "Coincidence, yes. Say, you going to keep wearing that coat?" "Oh, no... it is getting a bit warm," he said, unbuttoning the coat. Before he could get it completely off he felt Susan run her hand up one arm and onto his metal chest. He let the coat fall to the floor as she pushed him back onto the couch. Before Marcus could say anything, she had figured out his pants and pulled them and his underwear off. She reached out and slipped her fingers around his, now stiffening, cock. He moved up on the couch, propping his head on a pillow so he could watch as this strange woman began sliding her hand up and down his shaft as she ran the fingers of her other hand over his metal torso. Feeling her release his cock, Marcus watched her stand up and quickly pull off her tee shirt, shorts and panties. He couldn't believe it, he had been with just two women before in his life and suddenly, just minutes after he got home and this beautiful woman stood naked before him. Just as he was looking at the curly hair between her legs, she dove back onto him, taking his cock in her mouth as she began pushing her pussy onto his steel torso. Moving her head up and down on his cock, she moved her hips, grinding herself on him. Marcus could see her juices glistening on the dull steel of his chest before it ran down and dripped onto his couch. He worried her wetness might short out some of the circuitry of the (classified) space debris that she was presently fucking with a furious intensity. As she moaned loudly, Marcus watched her juices roll down to the glass gauges on his side, but surprisingly, they simply pooled a bit and then trickled around the glass openings. Just as Marcus was beginning to feel a pressure building in his balls he heard Susan moan loudly and lift her mouth from his cock. Though she continued stroking him, she paused a moment to catch her breath and then returned her full attention to him. Taking his head in her mouth, she sucked hard while stroking her hand up and down his shaft wildly. Marcus tried to lift his hips but couldn't, instead he stretched his legs out and came, spurting an odd mixture of cum and an odd tasting fluid into Susan's mouth. After the first spurt, Susan pulled her head away, letting the strange cum spill out of her mouth. Marcus' second and third spurts splashed on Susan's face and breasts. She went to wipe the strange cum away and found it rubbed into her skin making it feel so soft and moist. Taking his cock and milking out a bit more of his conglomerated cum, she rubbed it on an elbow, amazing herself with how nice it felt. Marcus caught his breath and realized something was very odd, even though he had just come, his cock was still hard, as hard as when he first started with Susan. Just a few moments after Marcus realized his cock was still hard, Susan moved herself downward. He closed his eyes as he felt his cock slip into her pussy, the wet warmth of her surrounding him with pleasure. He began to feel some odd sensations so he opened his eyes. As Susan was sliding herself up and down the length of his erection, she was running her fingers along the scar tissue that formed at the edge of the (classified) metal that made up most of his body. Marcus found the sensation of her fingers on the tissue very stimulating and he began to respond to her, raising his body up to thrust his cock deeper inside her. As he got closer and closer to coming again he found himself actually lifting the woman off the couch. He finally turned and stood up bringing Susan with him. Standing in front of the couch he continued fucking her wildly as she was held in the air by only the cock impaled deep into her body. Listening to her gasp for breath as she climaxed, Marcus watched as she grabbed two of the glass ports on his chest and leaned back so she was parallel to the floor. Reaching under her and grabbing her ass with his hands, Marcus slammed his cock into her as he came once again, this time spurting his warm fluid deep into her cunt. As he felt the pulsations from Susan's climax rolling over his cock, he again noticed his cock didn't soften any and he kept himself shoved deep inside her as she remained suspended over the floor supported by his cock and the grip she has on his glass ports. They were in that position when the bodyguard peeked his head around the corner and said, "Marcus, I need to talk to you." "Is it important?" "Well yes, the lady's "brother" is demanding to see her. Apparently they are engaged and she had just moved in with him." Marcus looked at Susan and said, "He's not your brother?" "Well no..." "He's your fiancé?" She nodded shyly. "So why are you doing this?" "Well, I just heard about you on the news..." "What, are you just a publicity freak?" "No, no, it's just that... it was just a fantasy." "What kind of fantasy?" "Robocop." "Robocop?" "Yes, half machine, half man, I always wanted to..." "Wanted to what?" Marcus demanded. "I've always wanted to be fucked by a robot," she said, pushing herself back and sliding off his cock. "I am not a robot, this... this (classified) metal slammed into me. It's not really part of me." "I felt your skin, it's attached to the it. It is part of you." "Damn it, you are no more human than I am," Marcus said, feeling his body tremble. "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?" "You're the one, you're the one who isn't human," he screamed. "Get her out of here." Marcus watched as the bodyguard tossed the woman a towel and then helped her gather up her clothes, putting them in her arms. He walked into his bathroom as the bodyguard led her to the door. He guessed she'd catch hell from her fiancé after being led out into the hallway wearing only a towel, but at this point he just didn't care. Once inside the bathroom he stood in front of his mirror. For only the second time since that afternoon when he stood by the side of the road relieving himself he really looked at himself in the mirror. Running his fingers along the edge of the (classified) space debris he began to realize just how much it was a part of him. When he stepped back into his bedroom he noticed his bodyguard standing in the doorway. "Oh, how did it go when you returned her to her fiancé?" "Well he was waiting at the door and was pretty shocked when she stepped out wearing just a towel. He wanted to come in after you, but I was able to convince him that it was his fiancé who threw herself at you. After he understood that it only took a quick twist of his arm to convince him he needed to work things out with Susan. I don't think he will disturb you." "Okay thanks, you know I never did get your name," Marcus replied. "I'm Sidney," the bodyguard replied. Holding out his right hand Marcus said, "Well, just call me Marcus." Feeling the man's firm handshake Marcus realized just how important this man would be to him. "Would you like a beer, Sidney?" "I'd love one," Sidney replied. Marcus led him into the kitchen, grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator and then sat down at the small, round table. He motioned for Sidney to sit down and then slid a beer across the table. "I don't know Sidney, I never was much with women, hell I'd only been with two before this Susan thing. I just didn't know what would happen there." "Don't you get it man, I mean excuse me for saying, but this Robocop thing has made you very popular with the women. I've seen them Marcus, you got the tech freaks just wanting to do it with a robot and then you got the Peter Weller fans, wanting to live out a fantasy they've had deep inside ever since seeing the movie for the first time." Marcus looked at Sidney as he talked, watching him motion with his hands as he got excited. Occasionally, the man would run his palms up over his bald head. He'd pull hard on the skin to where it would pull his eyebrows up. Marcus was surprised he didn't hear squeaking as the dry palms slid over the shiny head, squeaking like tennis shoes on a freshly waxed floor. Sidney continued, "I tell you Marcus, all you have to do is give me the word and I'll go down and pick out any woman you want. Hell I can probably bring three or four if you want a bit of a group thing." "No man, hell, for now I think just one will be as much as I can handle." "Look," Sidney said, rising from his chair. Marcus watched him move to the window. "Come over here, you can see the crowd outside." He stood up and moved over to the window next to the bodyguard. Glancing down he saw a group of men and women, mostly women. "And you say all of them..." "Not all of them, but most of them would be glad to come up here just to get fucked by you Marcus, by you." "No, they want Robocop." "Marcus, why get caught up in the distinction? You are you, flesh, bone and (classified) chunk of steel, glass and plastic that those women want to feel on their bodies." "But..." "I hear what you are saying man, they are treating you like a robot, like a thing, but man don't fall into their trap. It is their misconceptions, they are the nonhumans here, you are human, a hell of a lot more human than them. Just go with it and enjoy. Who knows tomorrow the whole fucking space lab may come crashing down upon us all and the last thing we will be thinking is, 'Damn, why didn't I fuck that tall redhead?'" "Tall redhead?" "Yeah, right there, or perhaps the black chick, you ever have a black chick?" "No, just the two woman..." "I haven't either, but now is our chance. Take a pick, let them come up here and get fucked by the world famous robot. Make their day and when you do it they will realize they are no more human than you. What do you say?" "Well, that tall redhead looks interesting," Marcus replied, running his hand though the thinning strawberry blonde locks of his hair. "I never thought I'd have a chance with a redhead... we'd clash you see." "Not any longer, just give me a few minutes." Surprisingly, in less than tem minutes, the tall redhead was on the kitchen table with her legs spread wide open. Marcus moved to her, running his fingers through her curly, dark red pubic hair while she guided his cock into her pussy. Just the sight of his cock sliding up under those beautiful red curls, slipping deep into her had Marcus ready to come after only three or four thrusts. Marcus heard a anguished sigh from the redhead as she arched his back and came, spurting his hydraulic cum into the soft pussy. The sigh quickly turning into squeals of delight as once again his cock remained hard and he continued thrusting wildly. In just a few moments the woman arched her back and came, reaching her hands up and running them over the (classified) steel torso. Taking full advantage of his erection, they moved to the floor where he continued fucking her doggie style while she toyed with her clit. After the floor, they moved to the living room and the couch and then ended up in Marcus's bed. It was the most incredible sexual experience he ever had, hell he lost count of the woman's orgasms but it was at least six or seven. Marcus had come four times and would have kept on but the woman finally begged for him to stop. He sat on the bed watching her dress and then followed her as she limped, bowlegged to his door. As she slipped through the door into the hall, Marcus noticed the black woman come out of Sidney's door and move out into the hall. All he could do was whisper, "Good bye," as the women headed toward the elevator. Sidney made arrangements to work full time as Marcus' bodyguard, living in the extra room and over the next few months the two worked through a steady stream of women. Although Marcus often felt a longing for something beyond the sex, Sidney kept convincing him that, at least for the time being, he needed to fully embrace his endless libido. It wasn't until the eighth month since he got out of the hospital that Marcus began to notice a wavering of his sexuality. Initially, he would lose an erection after coming and it would take several minutes to recover, but it began taking longer and longer for him to get the erection again. The women remained plentiful it's just he couldn't fuck them all night long any longer. After another month or so he began experiencing some fatigue. Sometimes, after walking a long ways or after just a bit of exercise he had to pause to catch his breath. When he mentioned all this to Sidney, the bodyguard rushed him back to the doctors. After several thorough examinations and a number of tedious tests the doctors called Marcus and Sidney in to discuss his condition. Dr. Davis, the first man Marcus recalled seeing after the accident sat glumly at his desk as he spoke, "Marcus, this is something we feared. The (classified) space debris that became a part of you did more damage to your body than we originally thought. While we believed most of your own body functions were independent with the (classified) debris, we now realize that it was the (classified) debris that actually kept you alive. "You see Marcus," he continued after a brief pause, "your organs were powered by the nuclear power source inside the (classified) debris. Now this is the same decaying power source that caused the (classified) object to fall from orbit. Initially there was sufficient power to fuel your body, enough in fact to fuel your incessant libido. Unfortunately, the power continues to decay." No More Just Watching This story continues on from my last one entitled, Sarah and Lucy...he loves to watch I was only vaguely aware of Mark's eyes glued to me during my orgasm. I'm laying here trying hard to catch my breath, with Sarah gently stroking my belly. She looks at me, with a question in her eyes, I know what she wants, and I know its what Mark wants too. If I look deep within myself I also know its what I want too. I look over to Mark, smile...and say "aren't you going to join us Mark?" I don't need to ask him twice! He quickly sheds his clothes, and kneels on the end of the bed. I reach out my hand and take his...pulling him up the bed to join sarah and I. He lays back on the pillows pulling me to lay half over him, kissing me deeply with his tongue darting in to tease mine. I'm very much aware now of Sarah watching the two of us, and also aware that I want her to be joining in, not just an onlooker. I break the kiss, and look at her, smiling softly. Mark is just laying there, looking very much like the cat who stole the cream. Myself on one side of him and my friend Sarah on the other. I move to a kneeling position and reach for her, not sure what I want to do, never having been in quite this position before. I do know that I want to give her as much pleasure, if not more, than she gave me only moments before. She moves to kneel in front of me, our bodies separated my Mark laying between us. We lean towards each other, and kiss softly. I'm aware of Marks fingers lightly moving up and down the side of my breast. My own hands move to cup her breasts, brushing lightly against the fingers of Marks other hand. I slowly rub my thumbs back and forth over her nipples and catch her gasp in my mouth. She moans and reaches for me to steady herself. "God you two are driving me insane!" Mark says. He slips his fingers between my legs and slides them between my pussy lips. I'm so wet, so hot and throbbing. I know he's doing the same to Sarah, I hear her gasp his name and I take that as a signal to increase the teasing of her nipples. Pinching them slightly, rolling them between my thumb and first finger, just how I like it being done to me. I move one hand down, looking for and finding Marks erect cock. Wet with pre cum and so very hard. He groans as I cup his balls, squeezing gently. "No Lucy, not yet baby" he says to me. I'm a little disappointed but soon realise he has plans, and they don't include cumming just yet. He gently pulls the two of us girls apart, and lays Sarah down in the middle of the bed. "Time for a little special attention" he says with a sexy smile. He kisses me passionately and deeply and then we both move to pleasure Sarah. Mark can't seem to resist those nipples, dark and erect and just waiting for a tongue to tease them. Ever the obliging male, that's just what he does. He leans closer and flicks his tongue across her nipple. Once, twice and then sucks it deeply into his mouth. His hand moving to caress her other breast, rubbing the nipple and keeping it hard and throbbing. She moans and arches into his teasing mouth and hand. Her legs moving restlessly on the bed. Watching them is making me so hot and horny all over again! I reach out and tentatively touch her thigh. My hand moves to her inner thigh. She opens her legs, perhaps as a reflex, perhaps purely and simply just wanting my touch. I can feel the heat from her pussy. I want to touch. Mark looks up at me, sensing my indecision and says simply "just do what feels right baby." That's all I needed to hear, and at that I let my fingers gently trace her pussy lips. Her hips jerk towards my fingers as I slowly slip two inside her hot moist pussy. Instinctively doing what I myself love having done. I slide them in and out very slowly, almost all the way out and then back in. God she's so wet! Each time I slide my fingers out her pussy lips cling to them, not wanting to let go, not wanting the pleasure to stop. I lean closer, I can smell her sweet scent and I desperately want to taste her. My tongue laps the juice from her pussy lips before I gently expose her clit by pulling back the hood with the fingers of my free hand. It looks so pretty and pink. I briefly wonder does mine look like that? I hesitate slightly before finally flicking my tongue over her exposed clit, making her jump and moan loudly. I curl my fingers up inside her pussy, searching for and finding her g spot. I start to rub it slowly but firmly. My tongue continuing to tease and torment her throbbing clit. Her hips start to move uncontrollably. I move now to hold her still with my hands on her thighs, holding her open and exposed to me. I close my lips around her clit and start to suck, stopping now and then to let the sensation subside a little. My tongue slips down to her wet pussy, darting just inside before continuing with the suction on her beautiful clit. I'm aware now that Mark has stopped sucking her nipples and is watching me. He moves Sarah so she is laying on his body, between his spread legs. His fingers busy teasing and tormenting her nipples. One of his hands slips to between her legs and he holds her pussy lips apart for me. She is moaning loudly now, begging me to let her cum. "Not yet Sarah...patience" I say to her. I look up at Mark, his eyes are dark and his skin is flushed with arousal. I want to see him fuck her. I want that desperately and he seems to know what I want. He smiles at me and I reach for his cock so hard and ready to slip inside her wet pussy. I circle his cock with my fingers, and stroke him just how he loves it. I lean down and alternate flicks with my tongue, first on the sensitive underside of his cock and then across her throbbing clit. I slip his cock in my mouth, close my lips tightly around it and suck. Mmmmmm that pre-cum tastes so good. I suck more and more of him down my throat, until he starts to pump. I move back to just flicking my tongue around the head of his cock, before sucking it deep again and again. Each time I stop sucking when he starts to pump. I know he loves when I tease him like that. Soon both Mark and Sarah are beyond coherent thought, all they want is to fuck and be fucked. This time I get to watch and enjoy. Mark grabs Sarah by her hips and pulls her up so the tip of his cock is just touching her pussy lips. God that looks beautiful, I can't resist dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock...all the way up and over her clit. They both moan at the sensation. I move from between their legs, off to the side a little. Mark slowly pushes his cock deep inside her wet pussy. He's big but she is so wet there is no resistance at all. I watch fascinated as his beautiful cock moves in and out of her wet pussy. Slowly almost all the way out...then hard and fast all the way back in again. Sarah moans with pure pleasure each times he thrusts back into her. I know first hand how good he feels inside. I almost feel jealous, but then on the other hand, I'm enjoying this as much as they are. I look up at Sarah and find her watching me, her eyes dark and half closed. I reach into my bedside drawer and get my favourite vibe, a tiny one. I slide it to my own pussy, so wet and throbbing. I hold it against my clit and then I start to fuck myself with it, matching every movement of Mark fucking Sarah. Mark groans loudly, "I'm going to cum". He starts to fuck her hard and fast and I know he cant hold back much longer. I take my vibe and slide it across Sarahs clit. She almost screams at the sensations taking over her body. I hold it firmly against her clit now, and she starts to cum hard, spasming around Marks cock. I can see his balls tighten, he thrusts hard once more and he's cumming deep inside her, moaning loudly with each spurt of cum deep into her body. I turn off my vibe, and watch as his cock slips from her pussy. Mark gently moves Sarah off his body, she seems hardly aware of him even doing it. He pulls me around to snuggle up with him on his other side. He kisses me deeply and passionately. "My turn next lover" I whisper against his lips. He smiles at me and says "Most definitely Lucy darlin. I've saved the best for you baby, just give me a minute to recover." He says with a cheeky grin. No More Living a Lie I wasn't happy. I should've been after what I had just done, but I wasn't. For the past six months I had been having sex with a gorgeous woman, even though it wasn't me, and I had just told her that I wouldn't be able to see her again. She was understandably upset, but she would have been more upset if she knew the reason why. I did love her, in my own way, but I had just been living a lie. She was the first woman I had ever slept with and I only did it because I was trying to hide my true self. Ever since I could remember I had been attracted to men, and had even slept with a few, but because of the way some parts of society were I had tried to suppress my feelings, and sleeping with a woman was the only way I knew how. However the longer I tried to stay in the relationship the more I wanted to get out of it. I'm sure she would have guessed that something was wrong because of the way I was acting. I had started making excuses not to see her as often; it was down to twice a week at the end and only then for a couple of hours a night. I even refused any attempt to have sex that she made. It just wasn't fair on her for me to be fucking her, yet all the time I was, wishing she was a man. So here I was sat in the park, single, gay and alone. I wasn't even going to pretend that I was bi-sexual anymore, I was gay and there was nothing that could change that. Society could just get fucked. I would start going back to the gay bars that I used to frequent regularly and catch up with some of the friends that I made in those places. Friends that couldn't get to grips with the way I was would just have to accept that they had lost a good friend, I'm sure that any friends I lost could easily be replaced. Saving her from finding out from people gossiping, or worse still actually catching me at it, should have made me feel good but it didn't. At least I didn't cheat on her, perhaps telling her the truth would have been easier, but I just took the coward's way out. Sitting there I found myself drawn to a group of people that I saw sat a few yards away from me, people that I recognised as friends that I had met while I was with her. I wondered whether to go over to see if she had already said something or not when one of them spotted me and waved me across. It was too late now and I walked towards the group not really knowing what to say. As I reached the group I found out my answer. Yes she had told a couple of them we had split but they said that, although it was a shame, it didn't have to affect our friendship and they didn't even ask why we had split. I thanked them for their kind words but excused myself, saying that I just needed to be alone, and that I would catch up with them soon. I started to head towards home, not really in the mood to walk into any of our other friends, when I changed my mind and headed towards one of the gay clubs in town. There was only one way to get over the way I was feeling, and that was with an ass or mouth full of cock. Maybe if I got fucked soon enough I would stop feeling guilty about the way things had turned out. The bar was fairly quiet when I arrived there, with only a dozen or so people there, but there were a couple of people that I knew. Walking towards the bar I greeted those and ordered a double whisky, which was the only type of drink, I would have tonight. I threw the first glass back quickly, too quickly really, and choked at the taste. It had been a while since I had drunk whisky and knew that too many of these would render me worse than useless, but if I was honest I didn't care that much. Scanning the other people in the bar I wasn't too impressed with the looks of anyone in the bar and I was about to finish my drink and leave when the door swung open. Standing there in the doorway was one of the people that had spoken to me at the park. Had they followed me here to see where I went? Would they go and tell her the reason that she had been dumped was because her boyfriend was secretly gay? Whatever the reason I turned back to the bar and ordered another whisky. I couldn't leave while they were by the door, she would definitely find out then. Hoping they hadn't seen me I kept my head down and sipped my drink slowly. "Hey fancy seeing you in here." I heard a voice call out. Hoping they were shouting someone else I kept my head down and took another sip. "Matt how come you are in here?" He was shouting me. "I-I-I often come in here for some peace." I stammered, lying through my teeth. "You do know what type of bar this is don't you?" "Just a bar that serves good whisky."I lied again. "For fuck's sake Matt it's a gay bar." "What are you going on about Simon?" I asked feigning surprise. Simon looked at me with a look that told me he knew I was lying to him. "Well if that's the case why are you in here?" I asked "Okay you got me yes I'm bi-sexual and this is my regular." He told me. "But what about your missus you have been together ages?" "I know and she knows all about it and says as long as that she doesn't catch me and I don't talk about it she can live with it just." "But surely she can't be happy I mean you are still cheating on her?" I was confused. "Don't worry about it but what I want to know is why are you really here and why did you finish with Beth really?" "Well when I tell you you are going to think I'm mad." "Go on it can't be madder than what I just told you right?" Simon told me. "Well okay the reason I finished with her is because I have been living a lie and knew all along that I was gay." I gabbled out in one breath. "No fucking way Matt you are not gay and you never have been what's the real reason?" "I'm telling you the truth before I met Beth I only fucked women rarely, I would much prefer a cock than a cunt." Simon stood there and looked at me opened mouthed, unsure whether he had heard me right. I drank the rest of my whisky and ordered another, things had gone wrong and Beth was bound to find out the truth now. It would have been better if I had just been honest with her at least she would have heard it from me. I just knew that Simon would tell his girlfriend and then, as she was Beth's best friend, she would tell Beth. "I suppose you will tell all the others my secret now then?" I said to Simon. "Hell no way then they would all know mine." He replied. "And besides we might be able to help each other out." "Help each other how do you mean?" I asked but I already knew the answer. "Well you say you're gay and I'm bi-sexual and we both want to keep our little secret from the others..." "And you think that maybe if we get it together the others need never find out?" "Correct and as I always thought you were quite hot I would love to fuck you." Taken aback by Simon's in-your-face attitude about the situation I wasn't sure what to say. Looking at him he was certainly someone that I could quite happily fuck. He had a good but not overly muscular body, was clean shaven and was slightly tanned. But there was the problem about Beth and his girlfriend. If Beth found out the truth I'm sure she would kill me and I think his girlfriend would probably help her. The trouble was I had been drinking whisky, was desperate for a fuck and here was one being offered to me on a plate. Not thinking as straight as I normally would I told Simon that I would love to fuck him but we had to leave straight away before I came to my senses. "Great just let me go for a piss and we'll go back to your place." Simon said walking out of the bar to the toilets. As soon as he returned we left the bar and headed for mine, it was the only place we knew of that we could guarantee being empty. I couldn't believe that here I was with someone I had known for ages, never knew they liked men, and was taking him home to fuck. At that point it didn't even matter to me whether Beth found out my secret or not, I just needed Simon's cock. "You know something Matt I'm sure Beth would have been just the same as my missus if you had told her the truth." Simon told me as we walked up my path. "No way I can't even believe Sue lets you get away with it." I replied fumbling for the front door key before finding it and swinging the door open. As soon as the door was open we were tearing at each other's clothes, both of us knowing exactly what we wanted. Pushing at the door with my foot, hoping it closed, wasn't easy with Simon trying to rip my trousers off. Mind I was doing the same to him and, not even attempting the stairs, we fell in a heap into the living room. Untangling ourselves from rest of our clothes, we collapsed on to the sofa, tongues probing each other's mouths without a pause for breath. Reaching my hand down to Simon's boxer shorts I soon found out that his cock was fully erect. Wrapping my hand around his shaft I started to wank his cock slowly, while pushing his hand down to mine. As soon as Simon's hand wrapped around my cock I felt the first tingling of anticipation running through my body like a small electrical current. It felt so good to have another man's hand around my cock after the time I had spent with Beth. Wanking Simon I knew what I wanted to do and slowly I lowered my head, flicking the end of his cock with my tongue, before taking his full length into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down I soon had Simon begging me to fuck his ass. I let his cock drop out of my mouth and got him to kneel down in front of the sofa, his head resting on the cushions. Gripping his ass to separate his cheeks I pushed my cock against him probing his opening but not able to force my cock inside. "Wait here I'll be one minute." I told him as I jumped up and headed towards the stairs. "For fucks sake hurry up I want your cock in my ass." I took the stairs three at a time and ran into the bathroom, grabbing at the cupboard on the wall, and looked for what I needed. Rummaging through all the bottles of deodorant and shower gels I eventually found the lube that I was looking for, and hadn't used since I met Beth. "Come on Matt hurry up my cock's going to soften." Simon shouted upstairs. "I've got what we need calm down." I reached the bottom of the stairs in three jumps and ran back to where I left Simon, his ass in the air. Squirting the lube out of the tube on to my cock and rubbing some into Simon's ass I positioned myself behind him again and pushed my cock against him. This time my cock slid effortlessly into Simon, who let out a gasp of pleasure, and I began to slowly fuck his ass. Simon began pushing back to meet every thrust of my cock and I wasn't sure how long I would be able to last. "Fuck me hard Matt fuck me and wank me at the same time." He begged. I reached my hand round his front and gripped his cock like he asked me to, each thrust in his ass causing me to wank him at the same time. Quickening my thrusts I knew that I was about to cum and I wanted him to at the same time. "Simon I'm going to cum and I want you to cum with me." I told him breathlessly. "Yes Matt cum in my ass for me I want to feel you fill my ass." Fucking him hard I could no longer hold back and my cock erupted, filling Simon's ass with my cum, and as I did Simon screamed out and shot his load all over my hands and sofa. I collapsed on top of Simon, my cock still in his ass, when Simon spoke. "All those months you were with Beth we could have been doing this you know." He said. "Yes but it wouldn't have felt right I couldn't have cheated on her and besides I no longer have to live a lie." I replied. "Now when you've recovered it's your turn to fuck me and fuck me hard Simon." No More Lonely Nights It was a bright, sunny day, unusually cool for late August, but beautiful nonetheless. Melissa walked along the boardwalk, trying to shake off the sadness that seemed to have crept into her bones over the last few weeks. Everywhere she looked she saw lovers: sitting on the grass feeding each other from paper plates, cuddling on benches, walking hand in hand, newlyweds having their photos taken beneath the white garden arch, parents watching their kids on the playground. Melissa sighed. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone. Her last date had been a year ago and it had ended badly. She'd attended six of her friends' weddings in the last two months. She was beginning to wonder whether she was destined to spend the rest of her life alone. She stood on the boardwalk looking out at the lake for a while, letting her thoughts wander. She turned to head back home when she came into contact with what felt like a brick wall. The man grabbed Melissa's arm to keep her from falling. Her skin tingled at the contact. "I'm sorry," she said nervously, to the stranger she'd bumped into. Melissa was a fairly tall woman but had to tilt her head back to look the man in the face. He had to be 6'3" tall. He had short, brown hair and brown eyes. He also sported a goatee. Melissa had a weakness for men with facial hair. "Are you all right?" the man asked in a deep baritone voice. Melissa felt her knees go weak. "Whoa, easy there." He tightened his grip on her arm as he placed the other on the small of her back. Melissa could feel her panties dampening. "I'm fine," Melissa said, embarrassed. "I just got a little lightheaded, that's all. I haven't eaten since lunch." "Let's go sit down on the bench," the man said, guiding her to a bench in the nearby gazebo. He helped her sit down. As she sat down, he took the opportunity to get a good look at her. She was a very beautiful woman, long brown and green eyes. She was tall, probably about 5'9". She had the longest legs he'd ever seen. He felt himself growing hard at the thought of those long legs wrapped around him as he drove himself deep inside her. "Thank you," Melissa said, looking at him. "You're welcome. My name's Sean, by the way," he said, extending his hand. "Melissa," she said, placing her hand in his. His large hand seemed to swallow hers. She wondered what that hand would feel like touching other places on her body, like her increasingly damp pussy. "So, Melissa, what brings you out here today?" Sean asked, trying to diffuse the tension between them. "Just trying to clear my head," she answered, moving away from him slightly. "How about you?" "I was on my way home from work," Sean replied. "I decided to walk along the boardwalk before heading home." "What do you do?" Melissa asked, truly interested in his response. "I'm a construction worker," Sean said. "How about you?" "I'm a high school English teacher," Melissa replied. They talked for a while, as the sun began to set. "Would you like to grab some dinner?" Sean asked. "I know a nice little restaurant just up the street." "Sure," Melissa said. They stood and walked a few short blocks to the restaurant. After a wonderful dinner of roasted chicken and rosemary potatoes, Sean offered to drive Melissa home. She accepted the ride. They drove in a comfortable silence, only speaking when Sean needed directions. When they got to Melissa's, Sean got out of the car and walked around to Melissa's door. He opened it and offered her a helping hand. Placing her hand in his, she felt the now-familiar jolt of attraction ripple through her body. Chancing a glance at Sean's face, she saw that he was equally affected. Sean walked her to the door. "It's been a wonderful evening," Melissa said, after unlocking the door. "It has," Sean said. "I'm very glad we bumped into each other this afternoon." They both laughed. Melissa offered her hand and Sean shook it. Throwing caution to the wind, Melissa leaned forward and softly kissed him. After a startled second, Sean wrapped his arms around Melissa's waist and pulled her close. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring it. Melissa put her arms around his neck as her tongue tangled with Sean's. She pressed her body against him as he slid his hands down her back, cupping her ass. "Would you like to come inside?" she asked, pulling away, both of them knowing what she meant. Sean nodded. They went into the house and Melissa locked the door. As soon as she turned around, she found herself back in his arms as his mouth captured hers again. She pulled her jacket off and it landed on the floor. She reached for Sean's belt and fly, quickly undoing them and pushing his jeans and boxers down and off, exposing his rock hard cock. As she was doing this, he made quick work of her jeans and panties, pushing them off. She stepped out of them as he pushed her against the door. Cupping her ass, Sean lifted Melissa and entered her swiftly. She moaned at the sweet invasion as his large manhood filled her tight, wet pussy. "You're so tight," he said, as he began to thrust. "You feel so good." He kissed her deeply as he drove his hard cock in and out of her. As they both got close to cumming, he withdrew and turned her around, placing both her hands on the door. He stroked her dripping pussy, making her moan. "Please, Sean," Melissa begged. "I need you inside me again." He slipped three fingers deep inside her and began sliding them in and out. "Like this?" Sean teased, pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Oh God, Sean!" Melissa cried as she came, her body clenching around his fingers. She felt her juices flowing over his fingers as he withdrew them. She had just started to catch her breath when she felt the head of his cock rubbing along her slit. Sean coated his cock with her juices and then plunged into her still-dripping center. She cried out in ecstasy as he thrust hard and fast. "Oh my God, Melissa, you are so hot!" Sean said as he pushed himself deeper. Melissa pushed herself against him and bent forward even more to take him as deep as she could. She'd only had two lovers before him and neither of them had filled her like Sean. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh as he continued to thrust deeper and harder. Melissa felt her body tighten as her second climax hit her like a ton of bricks. She cried out his name as she tightened around him. He thrust one more time, burying himself as deep as he could get as he filled her with his cum. Her contractions milked every last drop from him. Sean slipped his cock from Melissa's body and turning her around, took her into his arms and kissed her softly. She put her arms around him and returned the kiss. "Do you want me to leave?" Sean asked, searching Melissa's face for signs of regret. "No," she said. "Please stay." Sean scooped Melissa up into his arms and following her directions, carried her into her bedroom. He placed her on the bed and lay down beside her. Holding her in his arms, they fell asleep, waking several times to make love. No More Monkeys... "No more monkeys bouncing on the bed." I growled from outside my daughter's almost fully shut bedroom door. That line echoed back to her childhood, when Dulcie and her older sister Carolyn had shared the room. They would go up to bed, and more nights than not, my wife and I would hear them bouncing on their beds long after lights out. I would climb the stairs, and settle them down. Caro, the more adventuresome of the two, soon learned to answer, "Ain't no monkeys bouncing on the bed," while Dulcie would just giggle. They would settle down though. That had been years ago. Both my daughters were now grown -- Carolyn had left for college a week earlier, while Dulcie, barely eighteen, still was finishing high school. It was their first time apart -- they had even gone to the same summer camps, and Caro had taken up cheerleading the same season as Dulcie, so that they travelled to games, competitions and training together. I had bought them a trampoline to support the cheerleading. They invited team mates over to practice routines and exercise. They nagged me to add a pool in our spacious back yard, but their mother had always vetoed the idea. Imagine my shock when, after their Mom was killed by a drunk driver during Dulcie's sophomore year, their reaction was joy at the prospect of finally getting their way. I held out to try teaching them a lesson, but could never resist their charms. It was only after the pool was in use that I realized my wife's eagerness had allowed me to suppress feelings stirred by the workouts on the trampoline. With a pool, yard, and often house, filled with bikini clad cheer babes, without a horny mate who had loved to fuck at least daily, I found it hard to resist the allure of these half clothed young women. Most of Carolyn's classmates were over eighteen, so legal. They populated my frequent fantasies. I perfected the art of standing just beside the second floor window overlooking the pool and trampoline. Out of sight from below, at least on casual glance, I could peer downwards. Just to make sure everybody was behaving, of course. Little wonder that before long, I found myself muttering, "now there's a monkey that could bounce on my bed," as a firm young thonged bared ass wiggled past me towards my kitchen in search of more lemonade. Then one day, I thought that aloud and felt my wood harden as I walked onto the deck and saw a young woman bent over a lounge chair, her ass turned up towards my eyes, a candy striped triangle of cloth stretched across the rear, but caught tightly as it curved under her body, trapped in the folds of her labia. She was the only one poolside that afternoon, and I automatically started calculating whether I had time to finally enjoy a monkey bouncing on my bed, my feet leading me in her direction a couple of steps faster than my brain could keep up. Suddenly, the girl stood and spun to face me. "Hi Daddy," Carolyn bubbled, almost leaping forward to give me a hug, her long arms wrapping around behind my neck, squeezing my body fully against hers. The troll-like part of my brain still found time to register that her tits -- that's the word I thought of my own daughter -- 'tits'- were also barely contained by tiny striped triangles. In fact, about half the round mounds were exposed on four sides where the fabric strained against skin. Her nipples were hard little pebbles stretching the covering even further. Hard pebbles which were drilling into my pecs before my brain caught up. My cock grew tumescent, straining at the swim shorts I always wore around the house during summer. Luckily, that day I wore a baggy pair - a choice which had become frequent that summer as I tried to hide the shameful automatic reaction to the display of nubile cheerleaders on hand. My hands slid effortlessly down my daughter's tanned back, about to cup two perfect handfuls of ass, but just before that moment, which would have changed everything, my conscience kicked in, and stopped my palms at her waist. "What's up buttercup?" I stammered, stepping back to create separation between our bodies. Caro had just giggled in response, stood on her tiptoes, which had caused her nipples to gently brush my chest again, and then had kissed the tip of my nose before releasing me and spinning past. The touch of her naked hip against my shorts lingered long after it finished. I automatically turned to check out the bounce in her step as she headed into the house. Of course, that meant I was checking out her ass as well. "Forbidden fruit," I reminded myself then, repeating the phrase about twenty times. Even though she was eighteen, she was my daughter. Fortunately, Carolyn stayed inside, and I dove into the pool to cool down my illicit excitement. By the time I went back into the house, Carolyn was in the shower. I fought back unbidden images of how her tanned body might look as she slid a sudsy sponge along that skin, caressing her perfect orbs, lingering an extra second or two to tease her own nipples, maybe even humping the sponge. My evil cock rose to the occasion. "I wonder how that sponge feels," I heard myself say as I leaned back on my bed, rubbing my bulge through my shorts, eyes half shut, staring at the ceiling. "Silly, sponges have no feelings," I answered my own question, though in my imagination it was my giggly girl talking. "But your cock definitely has a mind of its own." The water was still running, so I took the risk of unzipping my shorts and unleashing my monster. I told myself that I would relieve my hormones, but I would NOT think about my sexy daughter. Her hot friends, at least the ones already eighteen, were a different story. I focussed my brain on recalling pictures of them bouncing on the trampoline. Before long, I had sorted through various images to settle on Jeanie, a very thin cheerleader, with a bouncy blonde ponytail which flipped up in counterpoint with her improbably large boobs as she bounced. "She could bounce on my bed anytime." I repeated as my fist pumped my meat, the slit in the tip beginning to gape open as if gasping for breath. I was lost in visions of Jeanie, in a white tube top, doing splits in mid air, her chest thrusting forward as her fingers touched her toes, nipples readily visible through the sweat drenched top. Somewhere along the way, I fell back on my bed, cock poking straight up fisting it furiously like a kid who had just discovered masturbation, hoping to get off before his mother walked in. Or in my case, before Jeanie, or worse, one of my daughters, came past, heard my groans and came to investigate. That tableau suddenly replaced thoughts of Jeanie on the trampoline. I imagined a soft voice as dainty gingers knocked gently on my door. "Are you okay in there? It sounds like you're having a heart attack." Too quiet to make out whether it was Jeanie, Caro, or even Dulcie. I paused, stopping my fantasy, shook my head. Dulcie was still underage then, so I insisted it couldn't be her. In doing so, of course, I was acknowledging that it could easily be my older daughter. Not that I stopped for much more introspection then. My meat was throbbing hot in my palm, wanting completion. Whoever said that a hard cock has no conscience must have been reading my mind that day. I closed my eyes and imagined the door creaking open, as it would if I had not responded. Sounds like a heart attack are a serious matter -- the sort of thing a health obsessed teen aged girl would need to investigate. With my eyes shut, I still couldn't imagine who was there; the girlish gasp no clue as to her identity. "Oh...my....gawd...sorrry...had no idea..." I heard the imaginary girl say. My eyes snapped open just as my goo gushed out my slit, my hand continuing automatically to milk the full load free. A faint scent lingered in the air, like one of those floral mixed with baby powder scents all the cheerleaders seemed to favour. "I was sure I closed that door," I said to myself as my manhood deflated, still nestled in my palm. Had someone really been watching, or had it all been my imagination? If someone had spied upon me, was it Carolyn, or perhaps Jeanie or another of those eighteen year olds? I simply refused to consider that Dulcie would have watched me. She must have been far too innocent. My cock was too messy to tuck back into my shorts, and I noticed only then that I had no tissues in the bedroom. The closest source was that bathroom across the hall. Holding my shorts together with my clean fingers, shielding myself with the spunky hand, I peered both ways in the hallway. The coast was clear, although I thought I heard swift dainty footfalls headed down the stairs. The rest of that summer had sped past. I tried my hardest not to perv around Caro's friends, and to ignore Dulcie's jailbait contemporaries entirely. Both girls did well in school that next year, Carolyn's senior year. Their respective cheerleading squads won regional and state competitions, advancing to the Nationals. When calls came out for chaperones, I wisely declined, knowing that a wolf should not be left to guard the sheep. I did my best to ignore the cheerleaders even as they bounced more regularly upon my trampoline in preparation for state finals. By the time nationals rolled around, it would be too cold for outdoor practice. The coach had already asked me about moving the trampoline inside a gym, but that space was not yet available. So I continued to struggle, wishing that those nymphs were bouncing on my bed, not in my back yard, but knowing that those thoughts were wrong. Cool weather meant the girls began their workouts wearing sweats, but as they warmed up, they would discard layers to keep their body heat just right. There was nothing intentionally erotic about this behaviour, no stripper like drama as they shed a warm-up jacket, no posing as the zip up pants were flung aside, baring legs that were still tanned all the way up underneath the micro shorts they favoured beneath the pants. The perspiration by then would have soaked their T shirts, and their sports bras would become clearly visible. Even cheerleaders, I noticed, had widely varying tits sizes -- not all of them were the big chested blonde exemplars of the ideal. The sports bras equalized this somewhat, mashing their mounds against their ribs. For the most well endowed girls though, this meant that the excess flesh was shoved sideways, creating odd side boob views of squished masses. "Must be uncomfortable," I found myself saying as I peered out my window, my manhood twitching. After that, I could just close my eyes, and imagine how the girls would look without those constricting garments, their nipples excitedly rubbing against the salt encrusted T shirts, poking through the almost transparent fabric...more than once I opened my eyes to realize that my hand was inside my sweat pants, and a gaggle of giggles had entered the house, some in search of refreshments safely staying downstairs, but there were always a few stragglers who would head upstairs to tinkle in the girls' en suite, or use their make up mirror. Since my little interludes of self pleasure were not pre planned, my door was often open or ajar, and a simple wrong turn could have created an embarrassing moment. Although that possibility often found its way into my fantasies, I remained sane enough that I avoided the reality. As soon as I heard noises, I would drop my cock, straighten my clothes and busy myself with paperwork. Jeanie was the exception when it came to work out clothes. She never overdressed. One day, she skipped into the kitchen from working out just as I was pouring my coffee. I asked her if she wasn't cold in her tiny stretchy bra like top and track shorts. She just grinned and said "If I'm working hard enough, I stay hot." She seemed to put a little extra zest into that "hot", and bounced on her toes, ponytail waggling as she went for her turn on the trampoline. Perhaps I just imagined that her ass wiggled a bit extra too. I bit my tongue and caught my rejoinder of "Oh, you are definitely hot enough," before the words were spoken. My eyes though were locked onto her nipples, plainly visible through the top. They were small, pointy, with thick bumpy areolae raised out from the surrounding flesh. The puffiness might be because of the exercise, and my brain stem signalled my cock stem that this is how they would respond to a good tonguing, and that a few nibbles would make them stretch out even further from the tight young mounds, the tips stretching between my teeth. "Well, I better get some water, then, that's why I came in," Jeanie said, giggling girlishly at the end, her eyes twinkling, lifting her body up on her toes as she spoke. This lifted her breast up towards my roving eyes, my hungry lips, and my thirsty tongue. Did I just imagine that her eyes returned the examination, travelling down from my head to my toes, and then back up again to lingeringly gaze at my crotch? I knew that my manhood was inflamed, pressing out, straining against my pants. Not even her staring at me caused it to shrivel, as much as part of my brain willed it to. If anything, I think it got stiffer, proudly pressing forward responding to her challenge in kind. "You do look like you need to cool off," I think I said then, though my recollection is fuzzy, what with the lack of blood flowing to my brain at that moment and all. Jeanie giggled as she walked past, her hip casually brushing against mine. I was never sure whether or not we actually touched, or if there was just a current of air or spark of static electricity which sent the shiver up my spine. A spurt of precum spasmed out the tip of my cock, in spite of my meat being freshly beaten. She knew instinctively that I was watching her, and the sway of her hips hinted that she was enjoying the moment. All the cheerleaders were targeted relentlessly by football players, and pretty much every straight guy they met. However, the girls on Caroline's squad were serious about Nationals, and spent all their free time practicing, or at competitions. None had serious boyfriends. Exercise could sublimate sexual energy only so far. At least, that was how I tried to convince myself that a hot young eighteen year old like Jeanie was ready for her older man experience. Jeanie opened the freezer, and reached inside to withdraw a glass filled with ice cubes that she had apparently prepared earlier. I could not help but stare as she rubbed the glass across her forehead, rolled it along the side of her long elegant neck, so enchantingly displayed by her hair being pinned up, and then pressed it hard against the fabric of her top, pulling the glass down her chest, between her youthful breasts. She paused like that for a second; eyes closed, head tossed back exposing her neck even more and let out a long sigh, enjoying the coolness, the teasing, or both. My eyes kept flipping from the line of her neck to her tits. I wanted to bite, but wouldn't have known where to begin. In that moment, I understood why vampire movies so appealed to teenage girls, choosing to believe that she was imagining me gnawing on her flesh. As those images danced in my brain, Jeanie finally lowered her glass full of ice to the exposed swath of her belly, and drew it from left to right across the washboard abs, her sweat flying across the kitchen as glass rubbed skin. This motion brought her chin back forward and down, so that if her eyes were open, she was looking at her toes, not at me. Her hunched shoulders forced her breasts together, crushing them between her well developed biceps. "That's better," she finally said with a sigh, opening her eyes and standing tall. In a single step, she crossed to the sink and filled the glass. Immediately, she tossed her head back and gulped the water. This displayed her neck to me again, as well as giving me a full side profile of her up thrust chest, her nipples straining against fabric with each beat of her heart. Jeanie finished the water in a single continuous swallow. My fevered brain imagined that she could do the same with a load of my seed, though even as I thought that, some tiny rational corner of my brain insisted such an exquisite young woman would never deep throat my cock. I came out of that dream back into the moment, and realized that Jeanie was smiling at me intensely. She was now facing me, and was bouncing lightly up onto her toes, her chest rising and falling with her movements. "You know, we really appreciate your buying us that trampoline," she said as she reached over and put the glass on the counter, her right arm squishing her tits together as she moved. My poor cock was aching. I could feel the teeth of the zipper as my meat forced its way through my underwear, urgently seeking solace. "It was my pleasure," I croaked, my voice betraying my unease. What I said was true, of course -- watching the lasses bouncing had been nothing but fun for me - frustrating, but fun. Jeanie flashed me another grin and, with a bounce in her step, headed back outside. This time, her hips swivelled past me without even a whisper of contact. Her eyes were focussed forward, towards the back yard. No doubt she was anxious to rejoin her girlfriends. I don't think that I just imagined that her lips hovered near my ear just long enough for her to say, "I bet it's a lot of pleasure." If I imagined the words, I must have also been just dreaming that her left hand had been trailing at her side, and lightly touched my hardness as, giggling, she ran out to resume her workout. By the time I turned, all I got was the treat of her tight ass twitching its way to join the gang. No last lingering look back, to see what effect she had on me. Surely, if this barely legal vixen had groped me, she would want the thrill of seeing my discomfort. None of the cheerleaders showed any interest in me though, and why should they. I was just a sad lonely old man. A generous father, but nothing more. This thought finally encouraged my cock to deflate, so that I for once felt no urgency to go hide beside my window and masturbate, all the while wishing that I was spraying my seed all across the hair, faces and naked chests of a group of eighteen year old senior cheerleaders, all crouched on their haunches in a semicircle around me, worshipping my manliness. Even that image did not revive my illicit passions that day. Once autumn came, the busy schedule of performances and competitions reduced the amount of time the girls spent in my yard. When Jeanie did show up, she wore a modest track suit -- not sloppy old sweats, so the curves of her body still teased me a bit, but nothing to suggest that our kitchen encounter was intended to take us anywhere. My memories did begin serving as fodder for my solo adventures, until I was no longer sure where real recollection met imagination. Certainly the fantasy of Jeanie dropping to her knees, pulling out my meat and bathing it with her tongue, while the other girls were just yards away, was not real. She never swirled the tip around my mushroom shaped head as her tiny fingers encircled my throbbing shaft. She never flattened her tongue and ran it down the underside of my prick before lifting her body just enough to rub my slit along her erect pink nipples. My winter passed quickly, the house quieter, which allowed me lots of time to lie on my bed and work my cock through similar fantasies, until great gobs of goo would pump out, coating my fist or flying onto my thigh. Eventually, Dulcie, always the more sensitive sister, noticed my distant attitude. "Dad, you need to find a girlfriend" she said one day as I emerged from my room, thinking that the house was empty, ready to flush some tissue in the main bathroom. She had just bounced up the stairs, gym bag slung over one shoulder, cheeks still flushed from practice, every inch the innocent.