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Push Me Ch. 01

By: datedsoul



** Author's note - This is an updated version of my first Lit story. I got a little trigger happy the first time. Enjoy! Part 2 will be re-edited and uploaded soon, with several more chapters to come after that. Thanks to all the readers for the amazing feedback and voting. This is part of a romance series, but first, we introduce the players... 

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6 months ago was the first time I had played pool in years. I played with some friends in high school every Saturday at Venture Lanes, the local bowling alley, and I bought a cue with graduation money. Just a cheap $20 thing with a crappy nylon case, but it served me well in college. Going to an engineering college in the middle of nowhere gave me quite a bit of time to practice. My current cue, several upgrades from that original, was still in good shape -- black carbon fiber-clad and smooth as silk, and, coupled with the brushed aluminum hard case, I looked a bit like a bad ass. Of course, the fact that I'm 5'10" and 220lbs of pretty solid muscle didn't hurt that image. I played football in high school. After graduation, desperate to find more self-confidence, and looking to dispel the freshman fifteen, or more like thirty in my case, I joined a Muay Thai gym my sophomore year. I had kept up most of my training regiment ever since. Early middle age had started to have an impact. I knew if I wanted to keep my physique the way it was, I'd have to work even harder as I got older, but I'd reached the point in my life where health was more important than vanity, and I felt perfectly healthy. Well, aside from the impact two Captain and Cokes were having on me. 

The time between graduation from college and a point two summers gone was filled with a now-defunct marriage. I'd been much chubbier and shier in high school, not to mention my nerdy predilections - not a good combination for an active love life. I was a virgin until I was twenty one. So when I got to a point where I was comfortable in my skin, I was thrilled when a girl showed some interest in me. A few had before that, but I was so insecure, I just always assumed I was about to be the butt of some joke, and I scurried away from their attention. I was so thrilled, so overwhelmed with the sensation of not being alone anymore, that I refused to acknowledge any future which didn't involve us together - not a good philosophy. I think I was tired of being around her a year into the relationship. We got married a year after that. Then were on again off again miserable for the next five years. 

After that ended, I spent some time remembering how to be me. I had warped myself into whatever shape fit my ex's likes and dislikes just to keep the relationship smooth (Ha). I still found myself with prejudices I didn't remember having. It took time to remember how to be honest with myself. I found a few of my old insecurities creeping in as I did, but with age came an increased ability to face and address my fears. Irrational fears are just that -- irrational. If you can dig a hole, logically, in something you fear, you take power from it. I learned to use my extremely linear, logic-driven though process to dissect fears and prove they were baseless. Most of them.

That wasn't my biggest problem. Dealing with all of that, I became a shut in. I hated to leave my condo for any reason. I tolerated going to work, because I had to. Anything else became a race to see how fast I could get back to where I felt safe. For almost two years I was two people -- the friendly, personable guy I wanted to be while I was at work, where I got along with people well enough to be liked, but didn't go out of my way to be drawn into friendships outside of work, and the scared, fat nerd, cowering under my security blanket.

I still don't know what made me make the leap. Maybe it was just the time that had passed. Maybe it was the sudden horror that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. One Saturday, doing my weekly cleaning, (I hate to clean, so I have a standing list of weekly things to do, just to be sure they get done) I went to put a heavy coat into the back of my closet until it would be needed again next winter. I saw my cue case, gleaming in the corner. Something in me snapped and said, 'Fuck this miserable existence! I want to LIVE!' I had been going to play pool at least once a week ever since.

Gillian's, the bar where I went to play pool, was usually SLAMMED on a Friday night, but it was early July, and the local university wasn't in session, so the crowd was manageable. I'd gotten there early to get a table. An upcoming charity dinner in Chicago, where I had a plus one, also left an ulterior motive rattling around the back of my mind. I was scanning the crowd for possibilities, but I suspected I was boned. I didn't have much hope finding a woman to accompany me a thousand miles for a weekend date, even for charity.

I'd been there for about an hour when I noticed two co-eds less-than-surreptitiously trying to attract my attention. I had absently noticed them a few times, but they were dancing, and I wasn't, so I hadn't tried to strike up a conversation. I hadn't seen them playing pool, and there appeared to be plenty of clear dancing space closer to the bar and everyone else who was dancing, but, for some reason, these two young ladies had made it their purpose to dance near me. 

I suspected they were enjoying an innocent round of "flirt with the older guy". I don't consider myself old, even if I am more than a decade older than your average freshman. I had conversations with college students in this bar, and got along with almost all of them. I had even given a few of them advice or help with classwork. My education is ... eclectic ... to say the least. But I had never tried to pick up a college girl, or had one do anything more than innocently flirt with me. 

I shave my head, but I keep a short, neat beard, which was salt and pepper, with the occasional blonde or copper streak, and had been that way since I was twenty-five. Thanks for the SUPER gray hair genetics, mom. I always smiled and flirted back, but never went any further, knowing that they had a good idea I was quite a bit older than them. So I took it in stride that these two were just looking to shed the status quo for a night and get some attention from someone in a different age category.

I'd just sunk the last ball from this rack, and went to chalk my cue. I deliberately stood on the opposite side of the pool table from them, smiling as I watch them dance with each other. Their distance from the other dancers and the bar, plus the relatively low customer volume and the fact that it seemed to be mostly singles or groups of two at all the pool tables meant no one but me was really paying any attention to them.

They stood with their hips almost pressed together. Their hands and arms moved all around each other, brushing each other lightly, delicately caressing each other as shimmied with the beat. One was short brunette, maybe 5'3", olive skinned with an exotic face, though I couldn't quite put my finger on her ethnicity. Large, brown, almond eyes, filled with the joy of motion froze me in the act of brushing the chalk on my cue tip. She was there to see if I would watch, but watch or no, she was going to enjoy her dancing. My smile cracked a little wider. She had a toned but very feminine body, with fantastic curves. She was wearing what I always think of as "genie pants" in a smoky gray than clung to her shapely ass but fell straight down her legs, stopping mid-calf. Strappy sandals with turquoise faux leather and silver ornamentation wrapped around a pair of well-pedicured feet with white opalescent toe nails. Her shoes matched her satiny halter top, and I was pretty sure she had on a push up bra to have so much cleavage on display. A necklace of silver medallions hung just perfectly to draw attention to that lush valley without obscuring any of it. It wouldn't have been more effective if she had worn a neon sign that said "BOOBS!" My smile went wider, and took my eyes with it. Her dark skin shimmered with sweat, even in the reduced lighting outside of the lamps over the tables. Thick, glossy, wavy black hair veritably exploded from a thick headband the same color as her top.

Her friend was two or three inches taller than her. Golden blonde hair was caught in a pink scrunchy at the back of her head. A pink baby doll shirt with the local university logo and name in white block letters clung to her lithe body. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She was almost model thin, if not model tall, and would have just filled out an A-cup. The shirt stopped a few inches above of the waist of her white, ruffled tennis skirt. She had beautifully toned and tanned thighs and calves, and wore a pair of pink, high-top Chucks.

I wasn't going to disappoint them. If they wanted me to watch, I had zero qualms about watching. They had stayed profile to me up to now. The blonde, noticing that I had made them my focus of attention for the long haul, spun to face me, turning her friend so her back was to me. The blonde's hands went to the brunette's hips and pulled firmly but slowly. Once they were fully pressed together, the brunette wrapped her arms around blondie's neck, lacing her fingers together, palms out. The blonde slowly slid her face down the brunette's arms, locked eyes with me, and pressed her lips against the side of her friend's throat. The brunette threw her head back and thrust her hips forward. From this vantage, I could see blondie's tongue streak out to lick a shapely neck from shoulder to ear, and I had a direct line of sight right between that Latina (I was pretty sure) goddess's breasts.

The dip lasted only a second, but the tightness in my pants lasted quite a bit longer. The song ended, they both smiled at me, and walked away, holding hands. I assumed their mission was accomplished, and moved around to rack the balls. After a shitty break, and two shittier shots, I noticed that my concentration was totally shot. I wasn't at all drunk. The exhibition I'd just witnessed had definitely rattled me. Another drink would sooth my jangling nerves. I walked up to the first clear spot at the bar and ordered another Captain and Coke. As soon as I ordered, a group of three frat boys right beside me moved away from the bar, and I saw two familiar faces.

'What the hell,' I thought to myself. "Can I buy the two of you a drink?" I asked them. I had no intention of pressing any further. I just wanted to acknowledge them and let them know their efforts were appreciated.

"Only if we can drink them at your table." That from the blonde, and totally unexpected. The look she gave me was coy but daring. The Latina girl smiled shyly, suddenly more timid-seeming now that she wasn't dancing.

"That would be the high point of my evening. I'm Craig." I said, offering my hand.

The blonde took it and shook it quickly but firmly. "I'm Shelly. This is Moira." My heart skipped. I have a huge thing for exotic names.

"Hello, Moira. It's nice to meet you. Your name is very ... fitting." I beamed a smile at her, and she looked at me quizzically.

Shelly turned toward Moira partially and looked at her over her shoulder. Seeing the slight confusion, and apparently concerned that Moira might think I was making fun of her, she smiled and said, "He means it's hot." I nodded and locked eyes with Moira. She blushed, but her face lit up with a smile and her huge almond eyes glowed.

When the bartender returned with my drink, I told him to get both of them whatever they wanted, and to put it on the tab for table three. Before I could even wonder if they were both 21, they flashed wrist bands to the bartender, and both ordered a vodka and cranberry. Being a popular drink, it only took him about fifteen seconds to whip them up. I stuck a five into the tip jar, and gestured toward my table with one arm, inclining my head slightly. "Ladies...." They smiled and headed toward my table. Shelly took the lead. She walked with a deliberate hip-swinging sway, her skirt flipping up and to the side with every flick of her hips. Moira walked with a dancer's grace, her supple curves gliding from place to place.

I inquired about their pool knowledge once we got back to the table. They both knew how to play "regular pool", or 8-ball, but nothing else, and neither had played much. I could feel the competitive streak in Shelly though. I didn't want to exclude either of them from the game, so I taught them an easy 3 person game called cut-throat. They were delighted that they we could all play at once, and I racked the balls.

"I get to go first!" Shelly said, excitedly. Moira rolled her eyes, and I knew my assessment of Shelly's competitive streak was spot on. "I get to...what's it called?" She turned toward me with a lip-biting look of concentration on her face. I was struck silent for a second because it was so fucking adorable. After a beat I manged to clear my throat and shake some sense back into myself.

"Break, you get to break."

"That's it!"

Moira and I shared a looked. Then we both jumped at a loud crack. I should have known that competitive streak came from a born athlete. Shelly had pulled off quite an impressive break, downing a ball, so she got to pick her set, lows, mids or highs, for the game. Knowing I would be the real competition to her, she took mids, they were the most centrally located, and then told Moira, since she was next, to take the high balls, leaving the lows, of which she had sunk one, to me. I still won handily. I had owned my own pool cue before these girls could ride a bicycle. I had broken open the table with my first shot, and Shelly's balls fell perfectly for a quick out after two rounds. I took out Moira three rounds later, deliberately dragging it out because Moira was having a good time harassing Shelly that she would get to play again soon. Eventually I knew this game could go on all night the way Moira shot, so I finished it out.

"Loser racks, and since you were first out, Shelly..." Not winning was one thing. Referring to it as "losing" really ticked her off. She shot me a "You'll get yours look" - playful, but totally serious nonetheless, and went to rack the balls.

She'd seen me shuffling balls when I racked them last time, and asked me if there was a certain way to do it. I told her that one ball from each set had to go in a corner, but that was the only rule. She moved a few balls, rattled the rack, and pulled it off. One of the balls tried to wander away at the same time she did.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hang on there." I said. She turned back toward me and saw the ball askew. She glared at it. She repeated what she'd done last time, only to have several balls pull slightly away from the group. "Press the balls into the front of the rack, move the rack forward slightly, and lift straight up." She did, and a pristine rack sat on the table. I locked eyes with her and swallowed any course "rack" jokes I may have had. She was glowing with a self-satisfaction that was very sexy. "Beautiful," I said, smiling. She threw her head back and squared her shoulders toward me as if to say, "I know, but thank you."

"Moira, do you want to break this time?" 

"Sure," she said, very uncertainly.

"I'm sure Craig will give you some tips," Shelly volunteered. It was an obviously ploy, and if she had volunteered herself as the recipient of a quick lesson, I wouldn't have hesitated, but I remembered that shy smile Moira had, and I was worried she leaned much more toward the "free-spirit" personality and less to the "aggressive flirt" side. I was right. She shot Shelly a slightly concerned look. I quickly thought about how to disarm the situation. I really didn't want her to decide she needed to leave.

"Sure I will," I said. I picked up the cue ball and placed it at the optimum place on the table, took a half-step away from it, and gestured toward it, smiling at Moira. She let go of a ragged breath and relaxed. She was right-handed, so I was in the perfect spot to help without moving. I held my hand up and showed her how to make a secure bridge. "Don't worry about power. Just be smooth and even with your stroke, and don't move your upper arm. I reached out with three fingers and placed them inside her elbow to show her what I meant. As soon as I touched her, I was going down a steep drop on a roller coaster. My stomach dropped and muscles throughout my body just froze. The silken texture of her skin was intoxicating, and the heat from her shot from my hand to my brain before setting the rest of me on fire.

I pulled back slowly but immediately. I didn't want her to think I was flinching from her. "Wait. I don't think I have it yet. Show me again?" She asked with shy but smoky smile.

I wasn't about to pass up that invitation. I took a small step towards her, and then gently wrapped my hand around her arm right above the elbow, holding half of her arm locked where it was. She smiled wider, and then returned to focus on the balls. I didn't even hear the clack this time. I just relished the feel of her muscle sliding under her skin and the look of concentration on her face. It was just as determined as Shelly, but less expectant - more "I'll figure this out", instead of the "I got this shit" look that Shelly had.

She shot upright, grinning suddenly, and Shelly's jaw dropped. I watched a ball fall into the left side pocket. Then I counted the balls left on the table. Ten! She made five balls with that break! One third of the rack was always impressive. I whistled appreciatively. She beamed at me again, the same look she'd had when Shelly told her I thought she had a hot name. She turned toward me excitedly, and almost killed me. I barely manged to drop back and twist sideways to avoid the pool cue she inadvertently swung toward my eye. She looked at me, surprised, then what was in her hand caught her eye, and she dropped it like it was a poisonous snake.

"Ay, Dios mio! Are you OK?!"

I chuckled. "I'm fine. You missed." That horrified look was so painful on her face. "Really, I'm OK." I put my cue down on the table and spread my arms, smiling at her. She stepped toward me and put her arms around my ribs, giving me a quick hug, and smiling up at me.

"You're a good teacher," she said.

"You're an excellent student," I replied.

We went back to the game after that. Shelly discovered that the two of them ganging up on me might be a winning strategy, and they did take a few games that way. We played for probably two hours, chatting mindlessly, and talking shit to each other the whole time. As the clock approached midnight, a new song cut in, and the girls immediately focused on each other. Dance and club music wasn't my favorite, and I didn't know it, but they did. Moira and Shelly went straight to the same spot where they'd danced for me earlier and started to put on another show. I just leaned against the table and soaked up the sight.

They were much freer with their hands this time. The gentle caresses and flirty strokes were replaced with some aggressive fondling. They took turns dancing around each other at one point, one girl swaying suggestively in place while the other explored her. The one staying in place always kept her attention on my face. Eventually Shelly spooned up behind Moira, and the grinding really started. It was at this point that I saw who else had noticed them. Three frat boys sauntered up and started dancing with them. Nothing was amiss at first. Then I noticed both girls pushing hands off themselves. I gripped my cue tightly. Shelly suddenly stopped dancing and yelled, "Fuck off, asshole!" One of the frat boys grabber her wrist, and I saw a flash of pain on her face. Playtime was over.

"I don't think those ladies want you touching them." I boomed. Shelly had yelled loudly at the frat boy that had grabbed her wrist, and though it had some volume, it didn't carry far in a noisy bar. I had done some stage acting, and I'm pretty barrel chested, so I could belt out the volume when I needed to, and my voice carried. All three of them froze, and then turned to face me. Shelly jerked her hand loose and pulled Moira away.


Push Me Ch. 01



Apparently, they figured that since I was outnumbered three to one, and since I was older than them, I'd back down. They didn't realize I had attracted the attention of half the bar. They took several steps toward me, and I realized my plan had worked. Almost everyone playing pool had turned in that direction. Several people with pool cues in their hands took a step in my direction, glaring at the three douches. One of them was smart enough to realize the odds were now nowhere near what they thought they were. He whispered to the apparent leader of the group. "They won't do shit!" He sneered at his buddy. The pool crowd surged another step toward them, and he was suddenly less certain. He glared at me, and then said, "Do you want to take this outside?" 

In truth, I did. Work had kept my from my regular Muay Thai sparring session the last two weeks. Or, to put it another way, it had been three weeks since I'd kicked something as hard as I could. These three were young, and strong, and I'd take a few lumps, but I'd make sure to crush this smarmy lead asshole as quickly as possible, and I was unconcerned that I could handle the other two once that happened. Had I been forced to step in and separate them from Shelly and Moira, and one of them had thrown the first punch, I wouldn't have hesitated, but for me to agree to meet them was just asking for a lawsuit, or to be arrested for assault -- probably both. The city didn't approve of anyone beating up college students for the hell of it.

I starred him down, keeping my expression as neutral as possible. Shelly had run off as soon as they had turned toward me, and I was hoping she was as smart as I thought she was. I was right. Two very large individuals with "Security" on their black t-shirts showed up after only a few seconds. "You three, time to go," the one in the lead said. The Head Douche spun toward him furiously, and I just hoped he would throw a wild punch. When he saw a 300lb, 6'4" black guy staring him down, he changed his mind. He shot me a murderous glare, before letting his friends pull him out of the bar.

Once I was sure they were gone, I sagged. Even if you don't make much use of it, adrenaline always comes with a bill. My hands were shaking, practically vibrating, and I had zero fine motor control. I probably could have thrown a pool table though. As I pried my white-knuckled fingers off my cue, my mind was drawn back to a time I had gotten a small shot of adrenaline for a mild allergic reaction, and then almost ripped off my steering wheel on the drive home. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself, and then sucked down the remains of my drink. It was mostly water by this point though. Still, it helped.

At this point I realized Shelly and Moira were nowhere to be seen. I hoped they had gotten as far away from here as possible while those three were distracted with me. I started to break down my cue, deciding I'd had enough for tonight. If those assholes wanted to wait for me outside, I welcomed it. They'd learn a rough lesson for ruining a very pleasant evening. I wondered if I would ever see Moira and Shelly again. I rarely recognized a face in this place, aside from the bartenders. They even seemed to have new security every few weeks.

That question was answered when I heard a petulant "You're LEAVING!?" behind me. I jumped, adrenaline still coursing through my system. I heard two giggles behind me. Music to my ears, but any happiness was quickly quashed by concern for them. I could already tell Shelly was fearless, but she and Moira together were barely the size of the smallest of those three guys. I turned to face them.

"I was hoping you two had a head start home or somewhere safe. I don't want those assholes to take out anything on you two." They both melted a little, and I saw disappointment slide off their faces.

"It's Friday night, and it's early. We don't want to go home yet." There was a pleading suggestion in their eyes. I hit me like, well, a pool ball, right between the eyes. They were having a good time, maybe better than they expected, and wanted it to keep going. A good time with ME. I had never done this before, not with someone I'd met at a bar, not to mention two someones.

"Would you like to go back to my place? I have a condo near here. It's a ten minute walk, but I was thinking about grabbing a cab." I thought they had beamed at me before. I almost had to shield my eyes from the youthful joy that poured from both of them. It struck me that I hadn't been or seen someone that happy in a long time. I also realized that I would do pretty much anything to make them smile like that again.

They both nodded excitedly, and Moira gripped Shelly's arm. I finished packing my cue into its case, placed the pool balls into their plastic tray, and then headed to the bar to pay my tab. The two lovelies followed me. I could hear them giggling and whispering, but I couldn't make out anything they were saying.

While the bartender went to swipe my card, I turned to Shelly. "That was good thinking, grabbing security like that. You kept a real mess from unfolding. Those morons didn't know when to back down."

"It was Moira's idea. She saw the odds, but she didn't want you to get in trouble." I folded both of them into one big hug.

"Thank you both. I would much rather spend the rest of my night with you than with the police."

"I wanted to see you kick their asses." Shelly declared unabashedly, but then she dropped her eyes and mumbled something I missed.

Before I could ask what she said, I heard, "Sir?" from behind me. Moira's eyes focused on something over my shoulder. The bartender had my receipt to sign. I scribbled my signature, and then asked the bartender if they split the tips with security. He said they did, so I dropped a couple of twenties in the jar. They deserved it, several times over, but I still had to pay the cab, so I couldn't beggar myself with gratitude right now.

I turned to Moira and Shelly, almost giddy with how well the night was going. "Shall we?" I held out a hand to each of them. They book took my hands. I lifted them, ducked and spun under them, and ended up between them, now facing the same direction they were. I placed their hands onto my arms. Arm-in-arm-in-arm, we headed to the exit, when I was struck with the need to voice a precautionary thought. I hated to dampen the mood, but I was still concerned for their safety. "We should be able to get a cab right outside, but if you see those assholes, and it looks like it might turn bad, you two run like hell back in here. Don't worry about me. I don't want one or two of them distracting me while one comes after you. The Head Douche didn't look like he plans to let this go any time soon."

They both giggled at the Head Douche title, but I stared down both of them, completely serious, until they nodded. I was afraid I'd wrecked the mood, being so dire like that. Then Shelly decided this was an appropriate time to feel my beard. I knew right then what a skillful manipulator, and how quick-witted she was. I smiled. She had managed to lighten the mood, and show me she wasn't afraid. I felt Moira give my arm a quick squeeze. I thought I heard her say, "I'm not scared...with you here."

"It's so soft!" Shelly marveled. I chuckled.

Moira reached up tentatively and paused, before sliding the back of her hand along my jawline. "It is soft!" I chuckled again. We got a few strange looks from people as we left, and a few lecherous smiles as well. It only took a moment for an empty cab to come by. I flagged it down, and, with no sign of the douche crew, I opened the back door for Shelly and Moira. Moira slid in first, and then Shelly. As I was about to close the door, intending to climb into the front seat, I felt Shelly's hand grip my wrist and tug me toward her. No need to ask me twice. In I went. I was enjoying the proximity of bodies in the back seat, and forgot to tell the driver where we were going Eventually it dawned on me that we weren't moving, and I gave the driver my address.

Shelly apparently recognized the building, and eyed me appraisingly. It's not like this city has multimillion dollar condos on ever block, but I lived in one of the nicer, newer buildings. I like old charm, but I'd rather live among it than in it. Especially when I have to pay for the maintenance.

The cab ride only took a few minutes, and was totally silent. I could see the driver trying to figure out what was going on here. Let him wonder. Hell, let him make up the wildest story he can in his head, if it will entertain him. We pulled up at my condo. After letting the girls out, I paid the driver. I gave him everything I had left in my wallet. It made for a sizable tip, but I could not have cared less.

I recaptured two lovely young limbs, and escorted Shelly and Moira into my building. A quick elevator ride to the third floor, a short walk down the hall, and we were at my condo. 

"Ladies, won't you please come in." I said as I opened the door. The main living area of my condo was pretty vanilla, but nicely decorated. A large recliner dominated the main area, and a 50" LED TV stood opposite it. Two comfy couches lined the sides of the living area. The girls eyed the kitchen appreciatively for it's shiny newness, but Moira noticed something I never would have expected.

"You make coffee in a French press," she said. "That's the only good way to make coffee, except for espresso. What kind of coffee do you use?" For an answer, I went to a cabinet and removed a vacuum-sealed plastic container. I popped the top and let her smell. She took a deep breath, and her eyes closed and rolled back into her head. "Oh, wow. Jamaican." 

"No fucking way! I know you like coffee, but you cannot take one whiff of beans and know where it's from. That's bullshit."

"Shelly, she's right. This is Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee." Her jaw dropped. I turned to smile and Moira. "Maple syrup," we said simultaneously, grinning. Shelly's jaw dropped further. I held the container out for Shelly to smell.

"It does smell like maple syrup!" She shot Moira a questioning look, as if to say, 'Where else have I underestimated you.' "OK mister fancy coffee, got anything else fancy to drink around this place?" She drawled snarkily. Moira gave me an embarrassed look, but I grinned and shot her drawl right back at her.

"Well now, s'funny you mentioned it. I got me some fancy wines from Cal-i-for-ni-a." I had a decent wine selection, mostly inexpensive, everyday table wine, and I always kept a "Friday" bottle of Asti cold, but I had recently tried a Napa Valley vintage someone at work had recommended, and had become completely hooked. It wasn't outrageously expensive, so I had splurged and bought a case. Well, one of them knew coffee. Let's see what they know about wine.

I popped the cork and pulled out some wine glasses. I used normal, straight sided tumblers for table wine with meals, but I broke out the good stemware for this wine. It needed air. I poured three not shabby glasses of wine, and passed them out. Moira took hers and smiled a thank you, while Shelly just stuck out a hand distractedly. "Something wrong?" I inquired.

"Huh? Oh! No I was just wondering what the rest of your place looks like." Shelly mused, coming back to reality on the bar stood where she'd taken up residence with a start.

"Where are my manners?" I mocked myself. "Let me give you the grand tour, please. First, the guest bedroom" I led them off to the left to my guest bedroom. It was decorated in a modern, minimalist style. I hate big furniture in small rooms, and the price of three bedrooms in this area on my budget was a small third bedroom. So I made it work. "And here's the guest bath."

Seeing it apparently tripped something. They both took a hurried step toward it, and then froze, seeing the other doing the same thing.

"Well, go on girl." Shelly said, slapping her friend on the butt. Moira skipped forward into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. "So, this place is really nice, and this wine is really good, too. Can I ask you what you do?"

"I'm a geek for Lexington Medical Center." That was my standard super basic job description.

"Like a lab tech?" she said, disbelievingly.

"No. I work for their I/T staff. I analyze and design software for their hospitals and professional practitioners." I rattled off my standard second-level description. It was descriptive without being full of jargon.

"So, a programmer."

"No, I tell the people who tell the programmers what to program how the program should work, after the hospital administrators tell me what they want the program to do."

"So you're, like, the Head Nerd."

"Yes, that's my exact job title." I pulled one of my business cards out of my wallet and handed it to her. "See, right there." I pointed to 'Systems Design Architect'. "Head Nerd," I declared proudly.

"Smart ass," she said, taking the card and slipping it into a small pocket in her skirt.

At this point Moira popped out of the bathroom, and Shelly leaped for the door. "ThanksfordistractingmefuckIgottapee!" The slam of the door severed the sound of her voice. Moira giggled. It was a heavenly sound.

"So how do you know about coffee, Moira? I was in college once. I sure as hell wasn't buying Jamaican coffee back then."

"Mi papi is from Colombia. He always complains that most coffee in the U.S. is 'blended mierda', but some he likes. Kona, and the Jamaican mostly.

"Well, your papi has excellent taste, and he raised a very impressive and surprising daughter." She blushed, smiled at me and batted her eyes. My heart almost stopped. Now I knew the source of her latte-colored complexion, but where the fuck did she get those eyes? I had my suspicions. 

"Can I ask you where your mother is from?"

"She was born in India, but she moved to Peru when she was five." Jackpot! I was right. I took a moment to really examine her face. Those liquid almond eyes were so engaging and vibrant. She looked like she wanted to break into a dance at any second. She had thick, full lips and a delicate chin and nose. She looked at me questioningly, but she knew from my face how much I enjoyed what I was seeing. As soon as she noticed, the confidence I'd seen in her on the dance floor asserted itself. "You look like you're trying to memorize my face," she said, with an impish smile.

'Damn mind-reading woman!' I thought to myself. "Well, I'm enjoying this night so much, I want to make sure I remember as much detail as possible." Somehow that sounded smoother in my head. It seemed sad, almost fatalistic, after I said it.

Shelly popped out of the bathroom right then. Moira looked at her friend and said, "I don't think you'll have to memorize my face after one night." 

Shelly grabbed Moira's hand and lead her out of the bedroom. "I want to see the rest now." She took a big swig from her wine glass to punctuate her statement, and strode confidently from the room. Moira look over her shoulder at me, rolling her eyes. She downed her glass, wrapped an arm around Shelly's arm, and then started laughing and swaying slightly drunkenly.

I wanted a three bedroom condo when I bought this place because I didn't want my guest room and my office to be the same room. I worked from home sometimes, and some of those home work days were video conferences. I needed some place that was work and work only, a room that couldn't be co-opted by guests, not that I ever really had any; however, that didn't alleviate all of my home office problems. I would still have a camera in a room of my house, and I had almost no control over who saw what that camera saw, at times. Then I had what I like to think of as a little stroke of genius. I painted one wall of my office white, and I painted a small corporate logo on the wall about five feet high. Then I placed my desk so that I sat between it and the wall. Instant backdrop, and no way for anyone ever to see anything but that white wall.

The other three walls, though, were a satiny, dark blue. A blue and ivory Persian-style rug covered two-thirds of the floor not used by my "office." Thick cushions and pillows were spread everywhere, in a variety of sizes and shapes. Mostly in the blue and ivory color pallet, but a few were flame orange or candy apple red. "This," I said, as we walked into the room, "is my office. It's boring. If you'll follow me, we will head to the smoking lounge." 

"This place is awesome!" Shelly squeaked, sprawling across some pillows. "Wait, smoking lounge?" She got a wicked look on her face. "Smoking what?" 

"Well, I have a variety of cigars."

"Nice, but boring. Keep going."

"There's this." I went to one of the cabinets on the wall and opened it. Inside was a cobalt blue glass and brass hooka with ivory trim, along with half a dozen boxes of shisha. It was almost three feet tall, with four wooden beaded hoses, each with ornately engraved brass mouth pieces. Moira eyed it like a lamp or a piece of jewelry -- appreciative, but dispassionate. Shelly's eyes bulged.

"Holy shit! That's fucking wicked!"

"I helped an Indian friend pack to move once. He didn't think the hooka would survive the trip, and his wife had been bugging him to get rid of it. So he gave it to me to say, 'Thanks.'"

"Wow. That is super cool," Shelly commented.

"It's beautiful," Moira pipped in. I had a sudden mental image of her naked and sitting on the floor, the hooka in her lap, beckoning me. I took a swallow from my glass to cover the gulp I knew was coming. 

"So where's your bedroom?" Shelly asked. I saw the teasing look on her face, but there was more to it than that. She definitely wanted to know the answer to that question.

"Right this way." I hoisted Shelly off the floor, and she stood, wobbling slightly.

"How about a refill?" she asked. My glass was empty, too.

"You're in luck! The kitchen is on the way." I lead them across the condo, stopping at the kitchen to refill glasses. The next round would be a new bottle. I was hoping there was a next round. The way Shelly quickly swallowed half of hers made me think there would be.

"Welcome to my French mountain chalet," I said as we entered the bedroom. Wide, vertical stripes in alternating dark and light red covered all four walls. A masculine, queen-size brass bed, made to look like mountains and trees, with red Egyptian cotton sheets and a white faux fur blanket sat against the far wall. A brown faux fur rug sat under the bed. Arch-legged brass tables topped with frosted glass held touch lamps in the same brass and glass style. Another LED TV hung opposite the bed, capped by a brass Fluer de Lys affixed to the wall. Thick, champagne-colored drapes were drawn over the large window.

"Neat!" was Shelly's reaction as she roamed the room, examining the little details.

Moira just sat down on the bed, looked around, and rubbed her hand across the blanket. She closed her eyes and smiled, lost in the texture of it. I knew how she felt. That's why I bought it.

Eventually, Shelly noticed what Moira was doing, and sat down to do the same, much to the same result, except that she began to rub herself all over the blanket, writhing rapturously. "Sooooo soft," she moaned. I chuckled at their reactions, and then almost swallowed my tongue when Shelly whipped up her shirt and began rubbing her nipples on the white faux fur, humping my bed and flashing me her white lacy thong. Moira shook her head before reaching over to smack Shelly on the thigh, disappointingly quickly as far as I was concerned. Shelly sat up on the bed, and unconcernedly slowly lowered her shirt. I noticed how flushed her face was when I saw the crimson border extended halfway down her chest. She downed the rest of her wine and looked at me, waving the glass. "This is really good stuff. One more round?"




Push Me Ch. 01



I took a big drink from mine. "It would be my pleasure." The girls looked at each other, exercising some form of silent communication. Moira downed her glass as well. 

Back in the living room, Shelly noticed my home theater. "Can we put on some music?" she asked, wriggling excitedly in place.

"Sure," I said. I grabbed the universal remote, flipped the TV and audio receiver on, and then set them to the input channel the PC right beside it was using. I handed Shelly the wireless keyboard and mouse for the PC. "I have a crap ton of stuff in my WinAmp library, and I also have Pandora set up on there." Shelly nodded distractedly, already browsing through my MP3s.

I turned back to the kitchen to finish filling the wine glasses, and almost ran right into Moira. The proximity to her was like a drug. I barely managed to restrain my hands from going to her arms and pulling her to me. She gasped as I was suddenly right in front of her, facing her. I took a second to bask in her slightly spicy smell, and then asked, "More wine?" She smiled and nodded, handing me her glass. Then she went to join Shelly. I felt cold as soon as she was out of arms reach.

While I was opening the next bottle of wine, I noticed them whispering fiercely. Shelly was smiling, but Moira looked concerned. Shelly asked Moira something. She froze, and then nodded slightly. Shelly squeezed her hand, and Moira relaxed.

"Hey, Craig. It's starting to get late, but, well, we can't leave yet. You did just open that bottle of wine. After it's done, we might not be in any shape to get home." I mentally ran through all the potentially awesome shapes in which I might find them after another bottle of wine. "Can we crash here tonight?" Shelly asked. Her tone of voice was completely innocent, but her eyes were boring into me. 

"Well, you're absolutely right. You can't leave yet." I handed both of them full wine glasses. "I don't see any reason you can't stay here." 'Aside from the torture to which I'll be subjecting myself thinking of the two of you half, or completely, undressed in the other bedroom.' I thought to myself. I saw a little disappointment on her face, but I kept going. "And I certainly don't want this party to close up anytime soon. This is the best evening I've had in years." That was what she wanted to hear.  

"Well then let's make this a fucking party!" she yelled, cranking up my stereo. She grabbed Moira, and they both began to dance, wine glasses still in hand. I sat back and enjoyed the show, and Shelly planned to make it a show to remember. She gave me an evil look, and then turned it on Moira. Moira shuddered, smiled, and moved a bit closer to Shelly. Shelly slid slowly down Moira's body. She set down her wine glass, and then dragged herself back up Moira's curvaceous form, grabbing her ass firmly with both hands. Moira gasped, but her body overruled her mind, and I saw the raw passion she had for dancing burst out. Shelly could dance, but Moira was a dancer. Shelly could be sexy dancing. Moira was always sexy dancing. They ground their hips together, lips almost touching. Then Moira took over the show. She took a big drink from her glass, put it down, and then turned Shelly into a stripper pole; though she didn't remove a single piece of clothing, except to kick off her shoes at one point, I was crushed by the sensuality of it. I couldn't move, and could barely breath.

Moira kicked and spun, rubbing her body against Shelly. Shelly stood mostly passively, occasionally reaching out to caress Moira, but her eyes, and the knowing smirk below them, never left mine. Moira's face betrayed everything she was feeling, and lust was paramount there. She was completely lost in her dance. She ended by grabbing a handful of Shelly's shirt and pulling her into a firm kiss that was over in less than a second, just as the song ended. My vision went blurry, and I realized I couldn't remember the last time I inhaled. I also realized that a large portion of the blood in my body wasn't available for brain power - a painfully large portion.

Even Shelly was a little surprised at the kiss. She locked eyes with Moira, panting. I sat and watched the frozen tableau of sexual tension. Shelly leaned forward, but she just pressed her forehead against Moira's and whispered huskily, "That was so hot." Moira smiled adorably. 

"Yes, it was," I said quietly, not wanting to intrude on the moment they were sharing, but unable to withhold that sentiment. Moira smile widened as she turned her head toward me and her eyes dropped to my pants. Shelly whispered something to Moira, and she froze, suddenly looking much less secure. Shelly saw the look on her friend's face and whispered something else. Moira relaxed, then nodded and smiled. They simultaneously finished off their wine glasses, then turned toward me, glasses extended. I downed mine in a huge gulp, and then hopped up off the couch where I'd collapsed mid living-pole dance. I collected their glasses as slowly as possible, taking in as much as I could from their faces and body language. They were both keyed up, but hesitant. I was pretty sure I saw it in their faces that if I reached for either of them right then, they would both bolt. Not that I had any intention of doing that. I assumed they were still just putting on a show. I knew they were no strangers to partying, but this was a little different. With just the three of us, the intimacy level was much higher than at a bar or house party. Any level of anonymity was out the window. They both looked like the were in line for their first big roller coaster - excited, but not without some trepidation.

While I was filling their glasses, it dawned on me that we were all still in the clothing we wore to the bar. I was sure as hell ready to put on something lounge-y. "Would you two like something else to wear? It won't fit that well, but I have some shorts and sweats with drawstrings, and some t-shirts that won't fall off of you."

Shelly got a mischievous look on her face. "Sure, that would be great. Mo?"

"Yes, please," Moira said with a dazzling smile.

I went into my room and rummaged through my casual clothes, taking the opportunity to change into something similar to what I was getting the girls -- comfy shorts and a loose t-shirt. Everything in there would fit the two of them roughly the same, so I grabbed two pairs of shorts with drawstrings and two t-shirts -- old, soft and comfortable, but not ratty -- and returned to the living room.

"Moira had to pee," Shelly explained, taking the pile of clothing from me. 

"You both broke the seal. You're screwed now," I told her. 'Freudian pun intended?' I wondered to myself.

She giggled. "I'll go take these to her and we'll be back," she said, bubbly.

She had turned off the music, for which I was grateful. I wanted to talk to these girls. I certainly needed some time to calm down. Between the wine and the girls, I felt like I was mixing uppers and downers. I suspected that if one of them got close to me, I might have a heart attack on the spot. I was fine with that, but it wasn't optimal. "Not dying" seemed like reasonable goal for the evening.

What seemed like an hour and half, but was really only about three minutes, passed. I polished off the bottle of wine, figuring it would be the last, as drunk as I was. Moira and Shelly could handle their alcohol, but I was as big as the two of them together, and I drank wine often. I was pretty sure they didn't, and red wine can catch people unaware when they aren't used to it. I knew Shelly was hammered, but she handled it well. Moira was doing better, but she was still drunk. I wanted to get them talking, and I hoped the wine would loosen their tongues.

When they reappeared, I had full wine glasses for all of them. They took them with smiles and quick "Thank you"s and moved to sit down on a couch. I sat down in my recliner. "OK, Shelly, I don't know anything about you, so spill. Whatever you want to talk about."

It turned out Shelly was an avid tennis player. That explained the body, and the wardrobe actually. Before she put on my clothes, she was only missing a racket. I asked what they were both studying -- Advertising for Shelly, and Business for Moira, but she didn't seem happy about it, and I said so.

"Mi papa thinks I should have a useful degree, and he's right. In the U.S., business rules. I can have a good career doing many things with that."

"And hate it," I finished for her. She winced. "I'm sorry. That came out harshly. I only say that because I suspect you'd much rather dance." Two sets of shocked eyes locked onto me. "I'm not blind. I saw you dancing. Even at the bar I could tell it's what you love more than anything." They both continued to stare at me, and I saw a new level of appreciation cross their faces. I mentally patted myself on the back.

I got Moira to talk about dance for a while. She'd had some dance classes, but was mostly self-taught. She was taking a modern dance class next semester though, and was very excited about it. I made her promise to dance for me sometime and she agreed, beaming at me as her confidence surged again. She leaned over and whispered something to Shelly, whose breath caught in her throat. Shelly locked eyes with me and said, out of the blue, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I swallowed, hard. "No. I'm not a big dater really. If I meet someone and want to spend time with them, I do, but lately I haven't met anyone new, and there's no one in my life." With that, Shelly shot me a look that was pure predator. I started to become concerned that she was going to think I was fishing for a new woman. She stood, sauntered up to me with that exaggerated hip sway, and then leaned down to whisper into my ear, close enough that her lips brushed my earlobe and cheek.

"Can I trust you to just watch?" she murmured breathily. I suspected this was going to be the last round of "Tease the Old Man". 

To answer her, I sat back in my chair, put my arms up on the arm rests, and said, "I promise." She smiled, and I saw any vestiges of concern vanish. Whatever was about to happen, she was good with it. She flipped the music back on. Feminine moans, followed by the sensual bass beat of Garbage's "#1 Crush" filled my condo. How she managed to pick what I thought was one of the sexiest songs ever written, I don't know, but she did. She turned, blew a kiss to Moira, and then walked back to me, her eyes locked on mine. 

When she got to my chair, she whipped of the shorts I'd loaned her in one quick motion, slid her legs between mine, and then leaned down and put her palms on the backs of my hands, gently pushing them down on the arms of the chair to remind me of my promise. With that, she proceeded to give me my first lap dance.

I've been to a few strip clubs, and seen a few lap dances, but never gotten one. Let me tell you, Mark Twain had it right. Work is something a body is obliged to do, while play is something a body wants to do. Strip club lap dances are obligatory; no matter how much a stripper says she enjoys them, she's still getting paid for it. Shelly was playing, and it was amazing. She squatted down, and then pressed her upper body up my legs, her nipples pressing through the thin shirt she was wearing. She slowly slid up my legs, dragging her nipples the whole way. She slithered over my knees, and kept gliding up me, barely loosing contact even when she got to my waist. She put her hands on my thighs and pushed herself up into my lap, never loosing contact with her upper body. The heat from her was driving me wild, and my fingers were digging into the arms of the chair. Her lips brushed the corner of mine, then my check, then my temple, and came to rest on top of my smooth head as she pressed her chest against my face. Then she rippled downward, grinding against my abdomen. She moaned as her thong-covered pussy made contact with the raging erection in my shorts. She caressed my face and chest as she ground her hips against mine, running her tongue over her lips. When she threw her head back, I took a second to look over at Moira. She was squirming on the couch, breathing almost as hard as we were. She shivered when she noticed I was looking at her, and then fixed with me a smokey look through her eyelashes.

Seeing that she had lost my full attention, Shelly leaned down and took my earlobe into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. I came up out of my chair slightly, but managed to maintain my white-knuckled grip on the arms, as something like, "Yyyrruuhhhh," came out of my mouth. 

Shelly grinned, and then whispered into my ear, "Keep being a good boy. You won't regret it. I promise." I shuddered. She sat back and calmly drew her (my) shirt over her head, tossing it aside in one fluid motion. She pulled my head to her chest between her breasts and rippled, mixing the sweat from my face with hers. "Ohhh! The beard on my tits!" she groaned. She yanked off my shirt, and then went back to grinding her hips against mine, rubbing her nipples against my chest. She was an inferno, and I struggled to keep my hands where they were. I don't think she thought I'd be able to. I sure as hell didn't want to, but I made a promise. She sat down in my lap and eyed me hungrily.

"Oh, you ARE a good boy. Now, can you be patient?"

She didn't give me the chance to answer. She withdrew from my lap and strode to Moira, again employing that exaggerated hip sway. Wearing nothing but a thong, I got a good look at her ass. It may have been tiny, but it was shapely and toned, and watching it waggle with her looking over her shoulder at me almost brought me off the chair again. I squeezed the arm so hard a knuckle in my finger cracked.

When she got to Moira, she knelt on the couch beside her. Moira suddenly looked apprehensive. Shelly leaned down to whisper in her ear. I couldn't hear anything, but I saw Moira first shake her head, and then nod slightly to a second question. Shelly followed that with something lengthy. By the end, Moira was giving Shelly the same smoky smile I'd seen earlier. She reached her arms up and around Shelly, pulling her down on top of her. Their mouths attached each other hungrily, but gently, kissing like only two women can. The kiss became more and more urgent. After a moment, Shelly sat back, pulled Moira into a sitting position, and then tugged off her shirt aggressively. Shelly and I both took a second to absorb the sight of Moira sitting there in a white lacy bra that contrasted so deliciously with her darker skin. Then, Shelly dove on her, pressing her whole body against her and moaning into her mouth as she renewed her kiss. Tongues wrestled, and the breathy, lusty whimpers and moans coming from them were driving me wild. Shelly moved slowly down Moira's body, kissing her skin lightly from her mouth to her jaw to her neck to her collar bone. Moira buried her hands in Shelly's hair and thrust her hips upward. Shelly, sucking on Moira's neck, reached one hand under her to deftly undo the clasp of her bra, and then pulled it of with the other. I'd never seen a woman go from bra-wearing to bra-less that quickly.

Moira's breasts were perfect. I was right about the push-up bra, but they were still flawless. Perfect handfuls, with darker, puckered nipples. When Shelly sucked one into her mouth, Moira groaned loudly and raked her fingernails up Shelly's back, which elicited a similar moan from Shelly, somewhat muffled by the breast in her mouth. Then, they attacked each other. Hands and mouths were everywhere, desperately pulling clothing free and tossing it aside. I got a quick look at Moira's spectacular dancer's ass -- round and full, her white thong accentuating those curves just like her bra. Once they were both naked, they settled down, Shelly again lying atop Moira. They kissed wildly, both stroking each other's pussies gently. Shelly couldn't take much of this delicate attention. She grabbed Moira's hand, pressed her steaming cunt against Moira's fingers, stared into her eyes, and guided her fingers into her.

Moira kissed her and immediately began stroking her fingers into Shelly's pussy. Shelly was so keyed up that, once Moira got going, all she could do was ride Moira's hand, bucking her hips and whimpering, "Oh, oh oh oh oh." Moira took over, licking and kissing Shelly's neck and face, one hand gripping her ass firmly while she pressed her fingers deeply into Shelly. Moira kissed her aggressively, and Shelly came, shrieking into her mouth and convulsing on her fingers.

It seemed to be a pretty impressive orgasm, but it barely slowed Shelly down. Just a few seconds after it was finished, she was sliding her sweat-coated body down Moira's, trailing kisses. Moira buried her hands in Shelly's hair and whimpered desperately. Then she remembered I was there. Locking eyes with me, and seeing the effect they were having on me, she became more aggressive with Shelly, pushing her face downward. "Make me cum," she demanded, never taking her eyes off me, until Shelly's tongue darted into the folds of her pussy. Then she threw her head back, chest arched, breasts heaving with deep breaths. Shelly pulled Moira's legs up onto her shoulders, and attacked her friend with a fervor. I saw Shelly snake a hand back and begin playing with her own clit as she mauled Moira's pussy with her mouth, passion completely overwhelming her.

Moira pinched and pulled her nipples while Shelly devoured her. It didn't take Moira long to climax. "Si, yes, si, yes yes fuuuuUUUUUUUUCK!" she yelled as she crested, her body locked in rigor.

She collapsed back onto the couch as her orgasm subsided, breathing heavily, and Shelly laid down on her stomach, both of them basking in the afterglow of a job well done. At that point I noticed the cramps in my locked fingers, and disengaged my hands from the chair arms. I was concentrating on working the blood back into them, when Shelly stood up slowly from the couch. She strode to me, took one of my hands in both of hers, and, without a word, started to massage it. After everything else that had just happened, it was so innocently caring without being sexual, that I felt a massive level of tension wash out of me.

"I get cramps like this playing sometimes," she explained as she worked to unfuse my joints. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, grateful for what she was doing. I was satisfied the show was over and that I wouldn't miss anything.

After a moment, Shelly moved to the other hand. I worked the one she had just finished open and closed slowly a few times, surprised by the lack of stiffness and pain. She was good. I was about to tell her so, with my eyes still closed, when I felt a pair of lips come to rest against mine. My eyes shot open to see Moira's face. She jumped when my eyes opened, and she started to withdraw sadly, obviously concerned because of how I'd reacted. She had come around to the side with the hand Shelly had massaged first, and I completely forgot about any promises. My hand shot to Moira's, and I gripped it gently but firmly for a second, before sliding it up her arm to her neck and pulling her face back down to me. Fuck promises. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't kiss her right now.

The kiss started slowly, tentatively. I knew Moira was a little uncertain, and I didn't want to scare her. I let her set the pace, and she explored my lips with hers. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroked her shoulder and eventually slid my hand down her spin to rest in the small of her back. After a few moments, she pulled back, smiled approvingly at me, and then pounced.

She nipped at my lips and tongue. Then she kissed me deeply. When she pulled back a second time, I noticed Shelly was done massaging my other hand. Moira gave Shelly an intense look, a sly smile, and then a nod.

"Moira thinks you've been a good boy long enough, and that you've kept your promise." I eyed her curiously with a raised eyebrow. "Now you can play."




Push Me Ch. 01



With that, she climbed into my lap again. She kissed me hungrily for a few seconds, and I tasted Moira on her lips. I was disoriented when she pulled away suddenly, but Moira swooped in right behind her, kissing me furiously and pushing my hand down to her ass. I grabbed it, pulling her against me as much as I could, my fingers trembling slightly. 

I felt Shelly climb off my lap, grab my shorts, and tug. I lifted my hips, and she had me naked in one good pull. She climbed back into my lap, her tiny hand gripping my erection. She pressed her clit against it, and then ground herself against my hips and stomach, my cock caught between us. She groaned loudly, and Moira reached over to stroke her hair. It was so tender but so erotic, I had no doubt these two had made love to each other before. There was no jealously or competition over what the other was doing. They were both happy because the other was happy. 

Shelly raised up, and then sunk herself down onto my hard cock in one slow push. I groaned into Moira's mouth as my dick was sheathed in flaming velvet. I realized I had to voice a concern. Shelly cut me off as soon as she saw it coming.

"I'm on the pill. Just fuck me."

Moira caught my earlobe in her mouth, and then whispered, "You heard her. Fuck her. Fuck her good, but save some for me." She shoved my head back and dove at my neck, licking and sucking up and down my neck and chest. I moved my hand to her pussy, caressing her gently while Shelly rode me slowly. They had me effectively pinned where I was. Who was I to disrupt their plans, anyway?

I gripped Shelly's hip with my other hand and guided her up and down my hard cock. Moira stood up and shoved her breasts into my face. Finally! I cupped one in my hand, rolling the nipple between fingers slick with her wetness as I kneaded it. She moaned and thrust them more firmly against me. I managed to capture the other nipple between my lips, and an, "Ohhhh," escaped Moira's throat while I worshiped this goddess's breasts.

As much as I wanted to give it to Shelly, partly as a thank you for being the apparent orchestrator of this, and partly because I just wanted to fuck the hell out of her, I was rather immobilized. So she was doing most of the work.

"You know, this might be more fun in the bedroom." I managed to groan out as she slammed herself down on my dick. I don't think Shelly really heard me, but Moira did. She got a wicked grin on her face and said, "Take her in there and wear her out."

Shelly gave a squeak of surprise as I wrapped both arms around her, pressed her against me, and then rocked forward and stood up with her still skewered onto my cock. She wrapped her legs around my hips, but I could tell she was pretty wiped out. That position hadn't been good for economy of motion for her, and she'd put quite a bit of work into it, not to mention the show before-hand. She laid her head against my chest and rotated her hips slowly.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure Moira was coming. She was right behind me. As soon as she noticed me looking for her, she pressed herself against me. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. You still owe me." I got a devilish grin from an angelic face, and almost came right there.

In the bedroom, I climbed to the center of the bed, Shelly still merged with me, clinging to me. I laid her down, and she relaxed, leaving her legs up on my hips. Her arms and head went limp, but her calves pulled me deeper into her. Then those fell away, and I spent a moment just enjoying the sensation of being completely inside her before starting up a slow, deep stroking. "Mmmm Mmmmm MMMMmmm," she whimpered, biting her lip. Moira knelt by her head, feathering her face and chest with kisses, occasionally licking or nipping at a nipple. When Shelly's head started whipping from side to side, I picked up the pace. The slapping of our thighs got Moira's attention, and she reached down to rub Shelly's clit while I fucked her. She quickly reached the point of no return, but so did I.

Her pussy gripped me in a vice as she came. I knew I was getting close, and I hoped I could finish her off with something left in the tank, but as waves of pleasure crested over her, she ripped an orgasm out of me. Simultaneous "Aaaahhhhhhhhh!"s filled the room as we both released. Mine had been building so long that I barely retained consciousness, collapsing on Shelly's chest, struggling for air. 

As soon as I could think, I realized that I was probably crushing her, and moved to roll off her. Her hand flashed out as she felt me pull out and grabbed what she could of my beard. She towed my face toward hers, and then kissed me softly. "Thank you. That was amazing."

"My sentiments exactly," I said. 

She smiled, and I nuzzled her neck.She slid to the side, her eyes popping open for a moment before mumbling "Oh yeah, that blanket, mmmm." I snickered, collapsing onto the bed where she had been while she went to clean up. Moira laid down beside me, throwing a leg over mine, and kissing me tenderly. I luxuriated in the blissful make-out session and sighed contently. Shortly, from the bathroom I heard, "Holy fuck! Is that a two person shower?" 

That was the technical designation, but I had fun momentarily imagining ways to pack three particular people into it before I responded, "Yup." I realized they hadn't seen that room on the tour.

"Moira, come here for a sec." Moira glared up at the ceiling, and I chuckled at the look on her face.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise," I said when her head snapped around at my chuckle. I stroked her cheek gently, and a gorgeous smile bloomed on her face. "I still owe you, remember?" She took a ragged breath and kissed me deeply for a second before climbing slowly off the bed, making sure I was watching the whole way. Of course I was.

Everything was quiet for a few moments. Then I heard a whoosh of water, and they both slunk out of the bathroom, arms around each other's hips, wearing twin wicked smiles that set me on fire. I felt my cock twitch. A plot was evident on their faces. They went to the foot of the bed, and kissed each other passionately. After a moment of gentle caressing and kissing, they climbed onto the bed at my feet, each one crawling up one side of me like stalking jungle cats. They draped themselves onto me on each side, kissed each cheek, and then worked their way down me slowly. Not an inch of me between my neck and my waist went unkissed or unlicked. I nearly gave myself whiplash at first, trying to watch them both, but with their hands and mouths everywhere, eventually all I could do was close my eyes and drop my head back onto the pillow. 

It didn't stay there long. The erotic assault on my person had brought my hard-on roaring back to life, and when a hot, wet suction wrapped around my cock, every muscle in my body went rigid and my eyes flew open. I looked down to see Moira's hand around the base of my shaft, pumping slowly, while Shelly slowly bobbed up and down on the top half. "OOOooooohhh fuuuck," I mumbled. If the sensation wasn't enough, watching two stunning young women ministering to my throbbing erection was completely mind-blowing.

Moira pulled my dick out of Shelly's mouth, and licked it with abandon before swallowing it deeply. I couldn't help but compare their styles. Shelly tackled a blowjob like a tennis match. She had a game plan to achieve a desired result, based on what she expected from the opposition. Moira danced with me. Yes, she used her tongue, and yes, she lead instead of me, but she embraced what she was doing with the same joy of motion she had when she danced. Shelly only saw the destination. Moira saw the journey, and the pleasure in every step.

After a few moments of ravenous sucking and licking, with Shelly pinching her nipples, she pulled off my cock and fixed me with look of lust.

I was slightly disappointed when, instead of straddling me, she climbed back up me with her distinct feral grace. Then I was distracted by the sensation of those fantastic tits, with their perfect, hard nipples, dragging up my chest. Shelly had latched back onto my dick. She sucked it firmly into her mouth, and then slowly lowered her face, taking all of me in and just holding me in her mouth. She withdrew slowly, milking me with her lips, tongue, and some incredible suction. 

I had just a second to groan loudly before Moira's lips descended to mine. Something snapped in me. I kissed her frantically, gripping her fabulous ass and pressing every inch of her against me. She stiffened, whimpered into my mouth, and then relaxed and began to undulate against me, grinding her smooth pussy into my stomach. I slipped one hand further down and began to caress her dripping lips. She pushed back against my fingers, and I pressed one into her. She threw back her head in a soundless roar, and then returned to trying to consume me with her kiss. 

I slipped a second finger into her, penetrating her deeply. I was also getting close to cumming, due to Shelly's thorough ministrations. Moira was too. I managed to break away from her kiss long enough to ask, "Still want what I owe you?"

The moment of hesitation told me everything. She regretted saying that. I got the feeling that this had spiraled out of control for her. To her credit, she rallied, smiled at me, said, "Not tonight," with a devious grin, and then slung a leg over my body to plant her juicy pussy right in my face. 

'Good enough!' I thought. I gripped her ass with both hands and enthusiastically shoved my face into her hot center. 

"Oohhh!" she gasped. I repeatedly pressed my tongue flat against her lips, and then dragged it up to her clit. I swirled my tongue around her button, delighted that her thighs weren't completely blocking my ears, and that I could hear every moan and gasp. I repeatedly worked my tongue deep into her folds, caressing them, loving her heady taste, before journeying back to her clit. I moved one hand to her flawless breast, kneading it with a nipple between my fingers. "Yes yes yes yes yes oh oh yes yes yes!"

I knew she was getting close, I resumed my two-handed grip on her ass, and fucked her with my tongue, flicking it across her clit before thrusting it back into her. I licked her as deeply as I could, my nose and lip rubbing against her clit, and she came with a undulating scream. She crumpled, wrapping my head in her arms and resting her head on the pillow beside mine. Her breasts heaving as she caught her breath, combined with Shelly's gradually escalating blow job sent me over the edge right after her. My fingers dug into Moira's thighs, and I roared out my orgasm, thrusting my hips up off the bed. I threw Shelly off with my violent motion. The suction stopped, but her hand pumped at me furiously as I exploded. 

Moira recovered enough to flip her leg back over me, gently covering my face with kisses as I caught my breath. Shelly, wonderful, devious little planner she was, had brought both a wet and dry towel with her when they came out of the bathroom. Only half-conscious, I distantly felt her cleaning me off, and then drying me. I looked down to see her toweling herself off. She smiled at me, knowing how sexy she looked covered in cum. 

Moira grabbed my jaw at this point and turned my face to her. "Thank you, for understanding, and for everything," she said. Her smile made me want to wrap my arms around her and protect her from the world forever. It could have started a war. Hell, it could have stopped one.

"Trust me. I should be thanking you, and for more than you even know," I replied.

She eyed me curiously, and seemed about to say something, when I felt Shelly collapse into the crook of my other arm. She was already practically asleep. She looked so adorable, I expected her to start sucking her thumb. I was suddenly jolted firmly back to reality. I had two naked coeds in my bed. 'Two very sexually satisfied, naked coeds, damn it!' I thought, proudly.

Moira looked lovingly at her exhausted friend. She reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair from Shelly's face. I started to wonder if they were lovers, and just occasionally took on a man in tandem. They had definitely done some of this before. Or were they just insanely curious, and needed enough wine to blow those inhibitions out of the water? I suspected the former. The way they had touched each other earlier was too practiced, too calm and patient.

"Do you want to lay beside her?" I knew I was the stranger here. They had invited me in for the evening, and I had enjoyed their company immensely, but I was not going to overstay my welcome or try to keep them apart.

"No, don't move her. She's too cute just laying there like that." She gave me a lopsided smile, then turned serious on me when I couldn't stop staring at her face. "I meant what I said. Thank you for understanding. I know a lot of guys would have had...expectations."

"You flew past any expectations I had for this evening when you accepted a drink from me at the bar. I'm still concerned you're both going to wake up and hate me in the morning for taking advantage of you."

"THAT will not happen," Moira said, with fire in her eyes. I wanted to be burned by that fire over and over. I pulled her down to me with my other arm and kissed her. It was a slow, leisurely kiss that went on for several minutes. After, she curled up on my other arm, one leg draped over me.

"Goodnight, Craig."

"Goodnight, Moira."



Push Me Ch. 02



** Author's note: This is an updated version of Part 2. Thanks to all the readers who voted so highly, and for all the wonderful comments. I told you the romance was coming. Please vote and/or comment if you like this piece. This is Part 2 of a series, and I recommend that you read Part 1 first, which has also been updated. 

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The next morning, I awoke to husky moans coming from my shower. I wasn't sure what to make it of. Apparently, they were insatiable, as I guess most college kids are, but they also appeared to have started without me, which definitely seemed like a nail in the coffin of this whole experience.

The moans reached their inevitable conclusion, although I only heard one voice. I guess I had already missed the first part. Maybe that's what woke me up. Resolving not to intrude on their time together, I hopped up, put on some clothes, and went to make coffee.

Beans ground, water boiled, coffee steeping, and there I stood. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next. I suspected it would be an awkward goodbye, maybe after a hastily drank cup of coffee.

"She's so slow," Moira said, coming into the living room, dressed again in my clothes. I literally jerked out of my ponderous reverie. "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you."

"I was just...zoned out. You know how it is, pre-coffee." I think she knew I was lying, but the thought of coffee overrode any curiousity or desire to call me out.

"Ohh, I could really go for some... if...?" she asked, uncertainly.

"Of course. I was hoping you would at least stay that long."

"At least?" She smiled at me. There was still a timidness there that was so endearing, but at the same time, I saw the triumph in her eyes. Angler 1, Fish 0. 

I basked silently in her smile for a moment before turning to grab some coffee cups. I had everything else already set out. I pressed the plunger on the French press, capturing the grounds at the bottom of the carafe, and then poured her a steaming cup. She wrapped both hands around the mug, held it to her perky nose, and inhaled deeply. She took a tentative sip. "Ohh, mi papi would be impressed. It's perfect."

"You're perfect." It shot out before I could even think about it, but I meant it, and I stood by it without trying to explain it away. She eyed me curiously, uncertainly, but there was an excited undercurrent to it. Could she have enjoyed last night more than I thought she did, and for reasons I never would have considered? If so, why did she turn me down at the end?

I had just excavated enough courage from the mountain of self-doubt to kiss her and find out, when Shelly wandered into the room. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her head, and nothing else. Moira turned when my eyes focused behind her. 'From the other bathroom?' I pondered. So, Moira was by herself in my shower this morning. That made me re-evaluate what I had previously thought about their relationship. Moira smiled and shook her head slowly as Shelly strolled across the floor completely naked, accepting her friend being herself. They didn't seem to be angry at each other, so, why had they split up this morning? Maybe they weren't as familiar with each other as I thought. 

"Can I steal another change of clothes?" she asked.

"Sure. I won't even make you return them before you leave." She stuck her tongue out at me, and then assumed her trademark exaggerated hip sway as she sauntered past me. Moira reached out and slapped her ass, hard. Shelly yelped and jumped.

"Put some clothes on!" Moira scolded her in mock disgust. She got a tongue stuck out at her too. Then Shelly went right back to her slow swagger, disappearing into my bedroom. "That girl," she mumbled, grinning into her coffee.

"So how long have you known Shelly?" Two birds, one stone. I wanted to find out what their relationship was like, and I wanted any excuse to engage her.

"Since my freshman year. My roommate that year was, well, a complete slut. She would get wasted, and a parade of guys would take turns on her. After she tried to get me to join in a few times, and one of the guys tried to get his hands on me, I spent most of my time in Shelly's room. Donna, that was my roommate, got pregnant right after the start of my second semester. So, when we started back Sophomore year, Shelly and I arranged to be roommates. But dorm life suuuuucks..."

"Been there."

She giggled. "So we got a small apartment our junior year. Mi papi was only happy to help, once he heard a few dorm horror stories, and Shelly's dad is rich..." She clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. "She doesn't like people to know that. Don't tell her I told you."

"She," Shelly announced loudly, coming back into the room, "just heard you tell him."

Moira paled. "I'm so sorry! It just popped out!"

Shelly's visage softened when she saw how upset Moira was. "It's OK. I'm not worried about him knowing. It's the snotty bitches at school I don't want to deal with." Moira took a deep breath and relaxed

"Your secret is safe with me," I told Shelly. "Coffee?"

She seemed surprised that I'd offered. Why the hell did they expect me to boot them out as soon as I had my boots on? I was the one relishing in this unwarranted attention. It made me curious, and a little angry to wonder how these two wonderful young women had been so mistreated that they expected me to want them to go. There was relief in her smile when she nodded at me. 

Moira and I both shook our heads as Shelly created a one part coffee, one part cream, one part sugar amalgamation in her mug. We noticed each other's similar reaction, and started snickering. Shelly glared at us both, which just made us laugh harder.

Once we calmed down, Moira informed Shelly, "Craig says he'd like us to stay at least until we finish our coffee." Wordlessly, Shelly set down her mug with only a few sips taken, daring me with her eyes. So I one-upped her.

"Actually, you two can come by any time you'd like. I had a great time last night. All of last night," I emphasized. There was a feeling of life in my condo that I never remembered feeling. There are plenty of clichés about the difference between a house and a home, but I was struck by how different it felt there right then. I almost never opened my blinds in the living room. I had always preferred the dark. Now, I wanted light. Houses could be dark, because they were just buildings. Homes should be bright.

"Does this mean you won't be trolling for babes at the bar anymore?" Shelly teased.

That brought why I was at that bar that night back to me. I would have asked Moira in a heartbeat, but I didn't feel like that was an option right now -- not without potentially crushing Shelly. Knowing that I'd fucked Shelly last night, to ditch her completely...well, I just couldn't do that. I was quiet for too long, trying to figure out what to say, and the room got very uncomfortable. I decided just to be honest and see what happened. I wouldn't be at all upset with either of them on my arm, and I would completely understand if they both shot me down.

"Well, I go there fairly regularly to play pool. I talk to people, have fun, but I have never invited anyone back to my place." I paused for a breath. "OK, confession time. Last night, I was looking for a date for a charity dinner in a few weeks."

"Are you being honored or something?" Shelly asked me, eying me askance.

"No no, it's just a charity I really support, and the dinner is in Chicago, which I've always wanted to see. So I bought two tickets a few months ago, hoping to find someone to take."

"What charity?" Shelly asked.

"It's called 'Child's Play'. They raise money to put toys and video games into children's hospitals." Moira gasped, and I turned toward her. Shelly had already started in her direction, arms out. Moira's eyes were filling with tears, and she had both hands cupped over her mouth and nose. Shelly folded her arms around Moira as I stared with horrified concern. Moira wept quietly on Shelly's shoulder for a moment. I fetched a box of tissues. Shelly took them gratefully, and pulled one loose, handing it to Moira once she had calmed down. She whispered something to Moira, who shook her head. 

"No, I'll tell him." She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. She steeled herself, closing her eyes and dropping her head slightly. When she regained her composure, she opened her eyes and turned toward me.

"When I was eleven, and my brother Julian was nine, he started getting headaches. My parents thought he was just trying to get out of doing schoolwork at first. Then they came more and more often. We had just moved to the U.S. maybe six months before that, and didn't have much money, but they knew he needed help. So we took him to a clinic. The doctors there didn't know what was wrong, so they ordered some tests. Eventually, they gave him an MRI. They found a tumor in his brain." My heart broke. I thought about going to her, but she had control of her emotions now, and I didn't want to interrupt her.

"They couldn't operate on it, but it was early enough to be treated with drugs and radiation. Those made him so sick that he couldn't go home. I spent a whole summer sitting beside his bed in the hospital. My parents were working even more to pay for the treatment, so they couldn't be there often, and most of the time they were there was during odd hours while he was asleep. One day he said he was feeling better, and wished he had his truck to play with. That's when I noticed how sad that place was. Sick children everywhere, children who desperately needed some joy, and only a few wooden blocks for toys, and some board games missing pieces. Several of the kids seemed to be in better health than he was sometimes, but they were usually so listless you couldn't tell. It seemed like they were all just waiting to die.

"I brought in his truck, and a few of his other toys. I swear I saw his color get better the minute he saw me. He stretched out his hand, and I went to hand him his truck, but he pulled my arm and hugged me." She took a ragged breath, but smiled at the memory.

"'Billy likes to play catch,' he told me. Billy was the boy in the bed opposite of him. I found out they had discussed how much fun it would be to have a ball to pass back and forth. He had this mini football he loved -- he was fascinated with American football the moment he saw his first game on TV -- and I'd brought that too. He was so excited, and so was Billy once Julian showed it to him. I'll never forget him smiling up at me and saying, 'Someone else can play with my truck for now. Billy and I have to practice being quarterbacks!'

"He seemed genuinely better after that. Several of the kids did, actually. Eventually, summer ended, and I had to go to school in America for the first time. He called me lucky for getting to go to school, and asked me about it every day. I loved telling him stories, even teaching him some of the things I was learning.

"One day, about a month after school started, I went to tell him about a new friend I'd made." She paused. "It's funny. I don't even remember her name now, just a vague memory of blonde pigtails. I was so excited to tell him about it, I didn't even think about being in the hospital. When I got to Julian's bed, he looked worse than I'd ever seen him. I remember how weak his voice was when he said hi. His truck was on the floor beside his bed. I picked it up and handed it to him. I started to tell him about my day. He fell asleep at one point. He didn't wake up the rest of the time that I was there.

"A few days later, the hospital called my parents. They had done another MRI after he'd gotten worse. The treatments hadn't helped, and the tumor was bigger. Almost anything they did from then on would be more likely to kill him than help him. He was in and out of consciousness for another month or so, but he always asked me where his truck was when he saw me, and if Billy had someone to play catch with. And then..." She broke down. I went to her quickly, crushing her against me as she sobbed. I wept along with her. Shelly enveloped Moira from the other side, tears sliding down her face. She knew the story. She hadn't been surprised at Moira's shock, but I wondered if she'd ever heard the whole thing -- not that a hundred repetitions would have protected someone from tears. 

I stroked her hair and let her sob. I had no idea what to say. Shelly mumbled that Julian didn't hurt anymore, and that he never would again. Moira calmed down after that. Shelly passed out more tissues. Eventually, the chorus of nose blowing tickled her, and she started giggling. Moira looked at her confused, until Shelly put a tissue up to her nose and started to snot out a little waltzy tune. Through the tears, Moira let out a chunky laugh, and then embraced her friend and whispered, "Thank you."

"Stop. You'll make me start again." We almost all did anyway. Shelly threw the tissue box at me, yelling, "Not you too!" I almost caught it, bobbled it, and then dropped it. My comically bad juggling started a wave of infinitely preferable laughter.

The laughter eventually petered out, and we all caught out breath. The gravity of Moira's story hit me, and I looked at her, suddenly afraid she would hear me thinking about it and burst into tears. I knew what I had to do.

"Moira," I saw Shelly nodding to me as soon as I started, "would you do me the great honor of accompanying me to the Child's Play charity dinner?" She stiffened. 

"I..." Shelly whipped her face around to Moira and gave her a stern look, nodding slowly. Moira turned to face me, trying to smile and hold back tears at the same time. "I'd like that. Yes. Yes, I'd love to go." I smiled at her, and took her by the hands, wishing the dinner was tomorrow and that I could fly away with her right now. We quietly wrestled the last bit of our composure into place. Shelly's stomach, as vocal as she was, broke the silence.

"Whoa, down boy," she said.

"I concur, actually. Can I take you two to breakfast?" I offered. They readily agreed, and in just a few minutes, we were in the basement parking for my condo. The girls ohh'd at my car. It was the only possession I was proud of owning. I took good care of it, and it shone like onyx in the sun as we headed to a Waffle House for brunch, at their request. They both sat in the back, Shelly taking the opportunity to refer to me as, "Geeves," so I played the dutiful chauffeur. 

Bacon, eggs, waffles, hash browns and juice crowded our table, as we ate the meal of the semi-hungover and recently sexed -- not feeling ill, just depleted. Although, after three rounds, we told the waitress to leave the pitcher of water. The conversation was minimal, generally oriented toward the distribution of condiments, as we focused on refueling. They even had a small bottle of Cholula, my favorite hot sauce, which I proffered to the girls after drenching some shredded potatoes with it. Once I had enough calories in me to ensure brain function, I stopped for a moment to talk to the girls.

"I really do mean it that you're welcome at my place any time. I just have two simple rules: you need to let me know you're coming before you come by, and you can't bring people with you without my OK. I work from home sometimes. When I'm doing that, I will be working, and I can't have anyone there. I also have access to sensitive information for my job from there too; some of it is people's private health information, and I can't have people I don't know wandering around. That's it."

Shelly mumbled something around a forkful of eggs that sounded like, "Like we want to share you."

"What was that?" I smirked at her.

"I said, like we want to share your wine with other people!" She glared at me defiantly.

I smirked wider. Moira put her hand on mine on the table and smiled at me. My smirk evened out into a full smile, and I rolled my hand over to catch her fingers, giving them a brief squeeze.

Shelly pulled her iPhone out of her purse. "Shit! I have to be at work at noon."

"Work where?" I asked.

"Teaching beginning tennis to kids."

"Very cool!" I said. "Do you need a lift there?"

"No, I've got a car, but I need to get home and change."

"Me too," Moira said. "I usually call my parents on Saturday. They don't try to police me, but they get worried if they don't hear from me."

"Every Saturday?" Shelly asked. "I don't remember you doing that in like a year."

"That's because I started doing it while you were at work, so I could hear."

"What, Moira? What?! Whaaaat?!" Shelly cupped her hand to her ear, leaning right up against Moira. "Speak up girl!" Moira shoved her playfully across the bench seat. I chuckled.

"Well then, you two finish up. I'll take care of the check, and I'll give you a ride home." They nodded, already stuffing their faces with the remnants of their meals as I went up to the register. The bill taken care of, I turned back toward the table to see Moira and Shelly headed my way. They glided past me and out the door, headed toward my car. When they got there, they took up stations by the driver door. I smelled another plot, not that I hadn't been the very lucky beneficiary of their previous scheming.

Shelly grabbed my face as I got to the door, and shoved her tongue down my throat. The kiss was short, but intense. She released me with a ragged breath and a lingering swipe of her tongue, and then turned my face toward Moira. Moira glided up to me, and put her hands on my chest. She tilted her head back, eyes half-closed, lips half-open. The kiss wasn't as wild as Shelly's was, but it drew me in and shut out the rest of the world. I don't know how long it would have gone on if Shelly hadn't separated us, saying, "OK, break it up, tick-tock." I pulled back, smiling down at Moira. It took every bit of will I had to pry my fingers from her back.

I let them into the back seat before following Shelly's directions to their apartment near the campus. They explained en route that they both wanted a goodbye kiss, but not the questions that would have come from both of them kissing the same obviously not college-aged man. They hadn't seen anyone they knew here, but if a BWM started disgorging co-eds in front of their apartment -- co-eds who promptly made out with the driver -- someone would notice. I told them I understood, and was very flattered that they'd gone out of their way to ensure they'd gotten what they wanted. I almost ran a red light staring at the two smoldering sets of eyes in my rear-view mirror.

The ride from breakfast to home for them was disappointingly short. In almost no time, I parked the car outside their apartment. It was a quiet side street, lined with trees, with several old houses that had been turned into multiple apartments. We exchanged cell numbers, and, with a wistful clutching of fingers, Shelly and Moira slid out of my car, but hopefully not out of my life. Aside from the one future date, I had resolved not to intrude on their lives, and to be more like a sanctuary for them if and when they needed it.

That apparently would not be a problem. My phone was buzzing in my pocket before I got home. Once I pulled into my spot, I checked the message that had arrived. It was a picture of Shelly's ass, with a red handprint on it, and the caption, "Thinking of you." I shook my head and laughed. I climbed the stairs to my condo, went in, and passed out into a well-fed coma.

I exchanged a few messages with both of them over the next few days. Nothing serious or overtly sexual, just, "How are you?", "I had a good time.", "Hope you're having a good day." Although I did get "Jello is stupid," from Shelly. I found out later that, on a sudden craving, she had gotten a box and made it, in the loosest sense of the word. It was not a rousing success. She didn't get why two cups of warm water wasn't the same and one cup of hot and one cup of cold.




Push Me Ch. 02



Wednesday night was my Muay Thai night, and thankfully, work didn't force me to skip this week's session. There's a particular feeling you get from that kind of work out. I suppose it's akin to the runner's high, but I never liked running enough to find out. We went through warm-ups and some conditioning exercises, which, from the outside, look like casual masochism, and then started sparring. Three quarter speed was the rule, as was pulling any shots to the face or vitals, but accidents still happen sometimes.

I was facing off against Pat Cho. He was taller than me by a couple inches, but I had at least seventy pounds on him. He was good, and quick, but I was more experienced. In a full speed fight, he would have been in trouble the first time I landed a solid blow, but we were working on technique and reflexes, not power and damage, and his advantages translated better than mine, which is why I wanted him as a partner. Relying on an advantage you know you have can get you hurt when it disappears unexpectedly. 

Our sparring went on for several minutes. Then he got inside my guard. I hopped back and picked up my leg to deliver a stomp kick to force him back, when he launched himself at me with a flying knee. I kicked his knee, barefooted, and my toes made a sound I can only describe as "keeyyuurk" as his knee sheared right through them. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" I yelled, hopping backwards. I hit the wall and dropped down onto my ass, clutching my foot.

"Oh shit man! Are you OK?" he asked. Unless you were squaring off against him, he was the nicest guy in the world.

I wiggled my toes, wincing at the angry sensations from them. "I don't think I broke anything. Motherfucker that hurt, though." I spent a few minutes sitting there on the floor, rubbing the pain out of my foot as everyone else got back to sparring. Then I called it a night. I hobbled to the showers, and then drove home. On the way, I noticed the gradual building of tightness in my foot. Shit. I knew what that meant. I'd had tendonitis issues with my feet for a few years. Tomorrow was probably going to suck.

Tomorrow sucked as soon as it started. This wasn't a new thing for me, or my regular doctor. I called him. His receptionist called the pharmacy. I called someone I knew who worked at the pharmacy, and an hour later two pill bottles arrived at my door. One was an anti-inflammatory, the other a muscle relaxer. I called my boss and told him I wouldn't be in today and probably not tomorrow. Again, not the first time this had happened. He told me to stay off my feet, and he would see me Monday. I grabbed some water, downed a handful of pills, and passed out in my recliner with my laptop on my lap thirty minutes later.

A *pop tinkle buzz* from the arm of my chair woke me up around noon. It was a text from Shelly. 

Shelly: Bored. Sup?

Me: Injured and drugged. You?

Shelly: WHAT!? :(

Me: Jacked up my foot. Yay painkillers. Boo walking.

Shelly: Can I come take care of you?

Me: Can't turn that down. Me not talk good now though.

Shelly: Hehehe that's OK. I'll be there in an hour.

Me: Sounds good. Take me that long to get to door anyway.

Shelly: C U Soon!

Feeling the unconsciousness waiting to reclaim me, I hobbled to the door, unlocked it, and then went right back to my chair. If someone wanted to rob me, they had better not wake me up. I texted Shelly, "Door's open," and then embraced the blackness.

Nurse Shelly woke me up an hour later. It was her turn with the push-up bra. She had on a skintight white nurse's dress that barely covered her ass, and little white tennis shoes. The dress zipped up the front, and Shelly had pulled the zipper down far enough to expose every bit of cleavage she could muster. It was an admirable effort, and, still slightly zonked from pain and pain pills, I just stared at those smooth mounds like an enraptured, pubescent kid. She looked at me with concern on her face.

"I'm fine," I said, just so she would relax. The concern turned to dubiousness.

"Where does it hurt?" she inquired, all business. I pulled the blanket off me, and pointed to my right foot, which was bright red and twice the size it should be. She winced.

"Now that I have drugs, it looks worse than it feels. Don't worry. It'll be fine in a few days."

"Really?" she asked. "Tell me the truth."

"It hurts like a motherfucker, but not as bad as it did, and it will be fine in a few days -- not my first rodeo with this."

"What happened?"

"Sparring accident. I took a knee to the toes, or I kicked a guy's knee, however you want to look at it. Why the hell do they call it 'turf toe' when no turf is necessary to acquire it?" She shrugged, still intent on my foot.

"Wait." Her head whipped around. "Sparring accident?" 

"Yeah. I've been kick boxing for about twelve years now."

"Whoa! I knew I wanted to see you kick those guys' asses!" I chuckled. "Well, don't you worry. Nurse Shelly is going to take care of everything and make you feel all better," she said confidently.

She went about mothering me for the next ten minutes or so. She refilled my water bottle, put my laptop away, brought me a pillow, and asked when I had taken my pills. She checked the labels, and then, satisfied that it wasn't time for either, came and sat on the arm of my chair. 

"Is there any other part of you that's hurt?" she asked with her back to me.

"Nope. Nothing above that ankle."

"Good." She stood up and spun around. She had unzipped her dress to her navel. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts into my face, her hands grasping the sides of my head. I inhaled deeply, rubbing my face against them. I nipped gently at them, dragging my teeth over the smooth flesh. I kissed each breast, sucking lightly on one then the other.

She stood back and shimmied out of her dress, rolling her hips in a figure eight as she did. She unclasped her bra and shed it as well, leaving only a tiny white thong covering her. She leaned down, putting her face a few inches from mine, and caressed my face lightly. "You're sure nothing else hurts?" She asked. Her concern was so touching that I forgot how almost naked she was. I put my hand on top of hers.

"I'm sure. Just that foot, and really it's-" Her mouth pressed down on mine before I could assuage her again that it wasn't that bad. The kiss was gentle and delicate. I stroked her back, enjoying the silken skin under my fingers. Her kissing slowly became more aggressive and fierce, punctuated by excited whimpers. She broke away with a devious look on her face.

"How sturdy is this chair?"

"I can't say I've really tried it out, but it's a good chair." I shifted my weight side-to-side, but it didn't move. "It's pretty stable."

She dropped her thong, and then climbed gingerly into my lap, making sure not to disturb my foot. Once she settled in, she leaned down to kiss me again. I gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her against me. She gasped as our lips met. I kneaded that fantastic ass for several minutes, loving the sounds she made into my mouth as our tongues wrestled. I pulled her body up me further, covering her face and neck with kisses. She wrestled my shirt off me, momentarily interrupting my exploration. Once it was off, I pulled her down against me, sucking and biting at her neck and shoulders, working my way to her nipples. 

We had all been so keyed up last Friday night that very little leisurely exploration had been done, and I wanted to compensate for that. I swirled my tongue around a pretty pink nipple, rolling the other between my fingers. She clutched my head and pressed her chest against me. I captured that nipple between my lips, sucking on it gently. My other hand went back to her pert butt. When the nipple in my mouth was taunt pebble, I kissed my way to her other one, and then latched onto it. 

"Ohh, Craig," she moaned. She was pressing her hot, moist pussy against my bare chest, scorching me. I flipped her over and slid her down my body. Her back was against my chest, and she ground her ass against my hardness. I cupped her smooth mound with one hand, massaging her outer lips. The other hand rubbed her chest, pinching her nipples. She bucked wildly against my hand, coating my fingers with her juices. I dipped a finger into her, stroking her inner lips lightly. She thrust her hips up, trying to get me deeper. "Please. Please don't tease me," she pleaded.

I slowly pressed a finger into her, and then a second. She cooed with pleasure and reclined against me, stretching her arms over and behind my head. I kissed her face and neck as I fingered her slowly, gently. I really wanted to hear her scream, but I didn't want to be rough with her. She seemed so delicate in my hands.

She started to rock her hips quickly, so I picked up the pace, curling my fingers up to rub her g-spot while pressing my palm against her clit. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck yes fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck!" She clamped down on my fingers as she crested, and then shuddered and slumped against me. I let her catch her breath, and then I rolled her over, facing me. I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm supposed to be making you feel better," she mumbled.

"You are," I told her.

"Good," she said, her tongue thick in her mouth. She shivered and I felt goose bumps pop up all over her. I pulled the blanket on top of us. She signed contently, and we fell asleep like that for about an hour. At which point I kicked myself in my own foot and woke up choking back a hoarse scream.

Shelly flew out of my lap, instantly alert. "What?! What is it?!" Terrified concern painted her face.

I took a breath to steady my voice. "It's OK. I just bumped my foot. Fuck, that hurts."

She relaxed and I took a moment to enjoy the view. Small and pert, her breasts completely defied gravity. She was almost solid muscle, but not bony at all, as thin as she was - perfectly svelte. I took in the faint ripples of her abs, the way they guided the eye to her narrow waist, and then pointed the way toward the Promised Land further south. She noticed me half eye-fucking her and stood confidently. Not defiant, just proud of her body and unafraid to display it.

She basked in my attention for a moment, and then looked at the clock. "C'mon, it's medication time. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

I noticed the knots in my back from lying almost stationary for hours. The painkillers helped that a bit, but not much. "I'm pretty stiff. With just one foot, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to help. If I start to fall, just yell, 'Timber!' and clear out of the way." 

She glared at me. "Don't worry about me, you big ox. Get that ass in gear and into bed." I lowered the foot rest for the recliner, keeping my foot out in front of me. My back immediately seized, and spasmed, and I threw myself backwards in the chair, trying to straight out. "Ahh! Shit shit cramp shit fuck shit!" I writhed for a moment, twisting and doing everything I could to make the muscles unknot. Shelly lunged toward me, and then stopped, unsure how to help. She may have said something, but I existed only as a nexus of pain for a moment, devoid of all other sensory input.

Eventually, the muscles started to behave and straighten out. I slumped and let my foot drop carefully. The heel wasn't too sensitive, and could take light contact. I took a shuddering breath. "Wow. That sucked."

"I noticed," Shelly replied.

"Help me up?" I held out my hands. Shelly grasped my wrists and pulled. I leaned forward and lifted myself up with one leg, hoping it wouldn't cramp up as well. I managed a Pisa-eqsue semblance of verticality with her help, and we wobbled to my bedroom.  

"Can I rub your back?" she asked.

"That's a stupid question." She smacked me lightly on my chest.

"Oh! My cracked rib!" I gasped. She screamed, and looked so horrified I couldn't keep it up.

"No no no no I don't have a cracked rib I swear. It's OK."

"You suck." She glared at me, but she held me a little tighter. "As I was saying, before you so evilly decided to fuck with me..." The glare got harder. "Is there a possible way for you to lay on your bed which would allow me to rub your back not that you deserve it now you fucking asshole?" It all ran together in the perfect level deadpan. I chuckled and almost got another slap to the chest. She stopped as if she wasn't sure I was telling the truth about NOT having a cracked rib. I grabbed her hand and held it against my chest.

"I'm sorry. It was extremely cruel of me to feign an injury like that when you were here to take care of me. And be all naked. And hot." She softened and put her forehead against my chest.

"Even if it was really funny." I continued.

She smiled up at me, which turned out to be a smoke screen for a full-bore punch to the stomach. She was strong, but strong isn't the same thing as hard, or heavy. I'd been kicked in the abs on many occasions. All fight training involves conditioning those muscles. With the awkward stance I needed to stay upright and balanced, those muscles were all clenched. 

Shelly got the worst end of the exchange.

She pushed me onto the bed, and then took a two-minute lap around my condo cursing, sometimes loudly, sometimes under her breath. During her tirade, I also caught the sound of two pops, and water running. She returned to the room, thrusting three pills and my bottle of water at me wordlessly. I noticed the pills were in the hand that hit me. 

"Thank you. Are you OK?" I took the glare I got for a yes. Anything else would have worried me. Acknowledgment of the question would have been an acknowledgment of the pain. Point Craig, but she took the game and saved break.

I took the pills and downed the water in one long drink. She took the bottle and put it on one of my bedside tables.

"Remove your clothes and assume the position," she instructed me. 

I chuckled. "Yes, ma'am. Although, I could use a little help." She dragged me to my feet, and took one side of my shorts and boxers while I pulled on the other. I sat down and stepped out of them. Shelly knelt down and put her hands on my calf.

"How close can I get to it?" she asked, studying my leg.

"As long as nothing touches my foot, I'm fine." She nodded, her fingers digging into the muscle of my calf. I shivered as goose bumps covered my legs. 'Oh yeah, she's really good at that,' I thought as I recalled her working the cramps out of my hands that first night.

"Oh shit. Thank you. That's awesome." I was almost incoherent with relief already. Up and down her fingers walked. A supremely satisfied, "Ahhhh," rolled from the back of my throat. She smiled up at me.

"Can you lay on your stomach?" 

I considered it for a second. "Yeah, if I dangle my feet off the side." I scooted back onto the bed, and then rolled over, leaving my feet six inches over the edge of the bed. I laid my head on my arms, and I felt Shelly climb onto the bed opposite my injured foot.

For the next half-hour, I was treated to the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. Shelly dug her fingers into what felt like every individual muscle in my back, shoulders and legs, and convinced each one that things were just fine, and that they could take it easy for a while. They were all too willing to believe. Soon, I was a soft, fluffy cloud, unbound by gravity, soaring with ease, complete with painkiller icing. I was only dimly aware of complying when she said, "Roll over."

My eyelids were stones, the kind they use to build henges. Shelly proceeded to make sure I was fully aware of just how naked she was. She straddled my waist and began to knead my shoulders and neck. She rolled my head from side to side, occasionally rubbing her fingers into my smooth scalp. She worked her way outward, putting my arms spread eagle, and then working up and down them. She also began to grind her groin against my abdomen. I felt her tiny nipples pierce my chest as her fingers pulled tension from my forearms. My belly became slick with her excitement. Through the haze of relaxed bliss and prescription drugs, I realized my dick was an iron rod.

"Oh fuck, Shelly, that's so good." She slid down to embed my member in the crack of her ass. Then she gripped it with her ass and rolled her hips. "Unngghhhh," I gasped. I wanted touch her so badly, but I could barely move. She was completely in command and totally up to the challenge. Her skillful hands clutched and pressed at the muscles in my chest, working them to total paralysis. Once she was satisfied she had covered every muscle, she pulled back further, and slowly impaled herself on me.

With the rest of my body out of commission, those nerves took over fully. Heat shot from her pussy to my brain. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I roared.

"Oh fuck I forgot how thick you are," she mumbled languidly. I don't claim to have anything special in the penis department, but I'm pretty broad-shouldered, thick-limbed, and big-boned (pun slightly intended), and it's built like the rest of me.

Shelly sat still for a moment, letting us both acclimate to the overwhelming sensations coursing through us. Between paralysis and mild hyperventilation, I had no say in the matter. She recovered more quickly than I did and began to roll her hips slowly. A continuous, close-mouthed, "mmmmm," emanated from her. A torrent of sensation was crushing me. Her hands on my chest told her I was struggling to breathe.

"Are you OK?" she asked, concerned.

I finally managed to take a few deep breaths. Exhaling the third, I said, "Mmhmmm," and smiled as much as I could. 

She leaned down and whispered to me. "Good. Now just lay still."

"Not a problem."

Shelly leaned back and placed her palms on my legs right below my knees. She put her feet by my ribs, and began sliding horizontally up and down my erection. I would later recall this and dub it, "The Crab Walk Fuck." I never bothered to see if it the position had a more common name. I thought that was perfectly accurate.

I tried to buck my hips upward, to get deeper into her, but no muscle necessary to the process deigned to comply. She tortured me exquisitely for a while, her smooth, slick walls gripping me as she pulled off, kneading my glans, but her previous orgasm couldn't stall this one forever. A groan from her escalated to a shriek as she sat forward, fully imbedding me in her moist depths. The sound drove me wild. 

"Shelly!" I groaned.

She began to bounce on my cock, both of us senseless with ecstasy. I only took a moment for both of us to cum. "Mmmm Mmmm Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Shelly screamed before collapsing against my chest. I sucked in all the air I could as my orgasm tore through me. Not being able to move somehow drew it out longer than any I'd ever experienced. I convulsed for what felt like 20 seconds, unable to speak or breath. I passed out at the end -- la petite mort, indeed.

I woke up a few minutes later. Shelly's breathing had slowed and evened. She rubbed her face against my chest. "Holy shit," she whispered.

"Damn straight." I agreed. I felt her stomach flutter with a chuckle.

"How's the foot?" she asked.

"I let you know when I can feel it again. That was fucking amazing, Shelly. Probably the most incredible thing that anyone has ever done for me." 

"Wow, really? It was pretty awesome of me, wasn't it?" She pulled herself up and kissed me softly.

"Yes it was. Thank you." I got a much longer kiss this time. "I would put my arms around you, but I can't seem to move them, thanks to you."

"That's OK. I can't stay much longer." She frowned. "I wish I could."

"It's OK. I'd just pass out that way anyway."

"Maybe I can stay that long at least." She smiled down at me. She made me spin around and pulled the sheet over me. Once I was settled, she lowered herself into the crook of my arm, her head on my shoulder, and pulled my arm over her. True to her word, she was there when I passed out, and gone when I woke up. 




Push Me Ch. 02



When I finally regained my sensibilities, it was early evening. I realized it had been close to twenty-four hours since I'd eaten. The pills had worn off, and I was supposed to take them with food, not that I'd bothered to do that so far. I hobbled to the kitchen. After a quick sandwich and some more pills, I took a cool shower, since hot water burned like all hell on my foot. I felt a thousand times better afterward.

Clean, fed, and re-drugged, I settled back into bed to watch TV for a while. I stopped on Sports Center to see what drama had unfolded in the sports world. A few contract signings, some player trades, high school kids declaring for colleges, which always seemed like the dumbest thing to cover to me, and a player DUI scandal crawled along the bottom of the screen. A male and female talking head recapped top plays and stories in more detail, but I was barely aware of them.

"What the fuck just happened?" I said to no one. I would say, "That kind of thing doesn't happen to me," except, this evening had been a repeat performance. It had happened, squared, no less, just a few days ago. Maybe, "What the fuck is going on?" was a better question. The Law of Diminishing Returns said there was maybe a hand jibber in my future, and that would be the end of it, but what Shelly did for me earlier wasn't simple teasing or even a quickie with an older guy. It felt like real affection there. My drug-addled brain gave up trying to reconcile past experiences with more recent ones. I flipped the TV to a mindless action movie. I was out in ten minutes.

It was completely dark when I woke up again. I must have turned off the TV half-asleep. My phone was buzzing on the table beside my bed, blaring a guitar-heavy rock song. I always used those as ring tones, just so I would notice my phone was ringing. It was Moira. I was instantly awake.

"Hi, Moira."

"Craig? Are you OK? Shelly said you were hurt."

"I'm fine. Shelly came by and made sure I was comfortable."

"She told me." 'Told you what?' I wondered.

"Did she tell you it wasn't bad, just a sore foot? I have good drugs. I'll be fine." I tried to reassure her. I could hear her frowning at the phone.

"Can I come see you tomorrow?"

"Anytime, Moira."

"OK. OK, good. Ugh, I have to go. Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Craig." 

"Good night, Moira." I heard a party start up in the background before she hung up. I passed back out.

I woke up very early the next morning. The pills had totally fucked my sleep schedule, but asleep was better than awake and in pain. I slid out of bed and tested my foot. I could definitely walk better than I could yesterday, but I wasn't running anytime soon. My foot didn't feel like a full hot water bottle anymore either - good sign.

I went about my morning routine, bathroom, coffee, food, online news and a few comics as well. It was payday, so I paid a few bills online. The new round of pills started to kick in, and, rather than have another round of cramps with no Shelly to take care of them, I dragged myself back to bed.

It was close to noon when I resurfaced. My phone was blinking, and I saw I had an hour-old text from Moira.

Moira: Be there around 1. I'm bringing lunch! Is that OK?

I ran through the gamut of replies, analyzing content and tone - everything from, "I'll be here with bells on," to, "I'll be here wearing nothing but a bell on my dick."

Me: I can't wait.

Simple, and true.

I cleaned myself up and put on some decent clothing. I decided there was no way I was going to take any more painkillers unless it got unbearable. I managed to putter around and distract myself long enough for Moira to arrive.

"One sec," I replied to the knock at my door. I hobbled over and swung it open.

"Hi!" Moira exclaimed. She was dressed simply in tight-fitting jeans with an off the should purple t-shirt that was gathered at the waist, and black ballet slippers. I fought the urge to lean down and just start sucking on her exposed shoulder and neck.  

"Hi, Moira. Come on in."

She placed a handled paper bag on the counter, and then turned and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"How are you today?" she asked.

"Better than yesterday. Most of the swelling is gone, and the pain is minimal as long as I don't put weight on it."

"Good. Sit. Sit. Lunch is ready." She had an entire lunch in that bag for us. A delicious curry lentil soup and some naan, plus bowls and spoons, all disposable -- no fuss. The smell of the soup lit me up as soon as it hit me. 

"Oh wow, Moira, that smells amazing."

"It's mi mami's recipe. The naan I bought, though."

"So few apartments have tandoors these days." I said with mock disgust. 

"I know!" she replied, giggling.

"How have you been, Moira?"

"I'm fine. Good actually. Really good."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Shelly said you were hurt in a fight?" She was studying my face with a serious expression.

"Not like a bar fight. It was a controlled sparring bout. It was an accident. I kicked a guy in the knee. His knee won. It's not like anything was badly damaged. It's just some tendonitis, nothing torn or broken."

"Good. I didn't think you'd go around beating up people." She still had the same fixated, studious expression.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Not now. Eat, please, before it gets cold." It smelled too delicious to refuse, and I wasn't going to push her. 

I blew on a hot spoonful, and then popped it into my mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head. I'm a sucker for Indian food. "Moira, this is fantastic."

She smiled demurely. "I'm glad you like it." The missed meals yesterday made themselves known, and I put down two bowls with Moira smiling over me like a proud mother the whole time. Even the store-bought naan was good.

After we ate, Moira and I spent the entire afternoon talking. I told her about my family and growing up in West Virginia. She said it sounded like Colombia sometimes, except for the snow. She'd never seen snow. "Well, I saw some of the, what are they called, when they just flutter around, and then disappear?"

"Flurries?"

"That's it!" Flurries. I've seen a few flurries, but ... I can only imagine what it looks like with the ground totally covered in white."

"It's ... serene, especially, for me, late at night. The snow muffles the sound, and all you can see is white -- pure, perfect white -- glittering like gemstones in the moonlight." 

She smiled. "I'd love to see something like that."

"I"d love to show it to you sometime."

"Your home?"

"Anywhere. As long as there's snow and you." God, I loved that smile. I basked in it for a moment. Then, I asked her about her parents. 

"You already know I talk to them once a week at least. They were really bad my first year of college. Losing one kid just made them want to cling to the other one even tighter," she told me.

"I get that. By the way, I love how you always refer to them in Spanish." She paused with a reflective look on her face.

"I guess I do. I never really thought about it. Spanish is my first language, and it's what we always spoke in Colombia. Mami already spoke English before she met papi, and she started teaching us as soon as we found out we were moving to the U.S. I guess it was just habit by then."

"Well, keep it that way." She smiled.

We swapped funny dorm stories, and a few drinking stories as well. I was by far a more rambunctious drunk than she was; although, I did enjoy the story of her getting caught skinny-dipping with her friends in a neighbor's pool, and I really enjoyed visualizing it.

She asked me about my job, but, beyond a word processor and the internet, she wasn't interested PCs or technology. She still had an old, pre-paid flip phone, and she loved it.

"What about you? What do you do when you're not in class?" I asked.

"I work part-time for a vet. Mostly just front desk work, but I help take care of the animals we're boarding, too. I couldn't do the vet stuff though. I can't even watch when a dog or cat needs a shot, even if it doesn't seem to bother them." 

We talked about music and movies. We talked about food and coffee. At some point we began holding hands. It happened so naturally, neither of us noticed when it did.

As our conversations became more intimate, so did our positions. Holding hands transitioned to sitting with my arm around her shoulders, her feet curled up underneath her. From there, she laid her head in my lap, looking up at me. I touched her cheek and stroked her hair as we talked about dreams and fears. I never held anything back. I never wanted to. 

We talked the whole afternoon and into the evening. Eventually, our stomachs let us know what time it was.

"Moira, since you brought lunch, you have to let me buy you dinner."

"I think I can handle that."

"Good. Problem is, I can't drive, and I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"That's two problems." 

I chuckled. Damn, she was sharp. I loved it."You know, you're right, it is, but, I can solve both with one simple plan -- delivery."

"Just not pizza, please. I know college kids are supposed to love it, but I'm sick of it."

"I was thinking sushi, actually."

"Ohhhhh really? I haven't had much sushi. Just the generic California roll and some shrimp."

"Well then, let me be your guide through the wonderful world of raw fish."

"I'd like that."

"Fantastic." I called a sushi place nearby that would deliver. I bade Moira to relax, and busied myself setting up the table and opening a bottle of wine. The traditional white with this, red with that, wine rules are bullshit, but I did have a Chardonnay I liked with sushi.

No sooner than I got the cork pulled, the doorbell rang. I paid the delivery guy with a good tip without bothering to examine the boxes. I think this is the only place that has never messed up a food order on me.

"I'm so excited!" Moira clapped her hands behind me. I chuckled. I took her hand, guided her to the table, pulled out her chair, and got her settled. I removed everything from the bag, popping the tops off the sushi boxes and pouring soy sauce into little bowls. Moira had already opened a packet of chopsticks and was wielding them deftly. She was full of surprises, and she was definitely better with those things than I was. I just didn't seem to have the fingers for it.

"I heard you order, but I have no idea what's what." Her chopsticks twitched excitedly in the air.

"Well, this you're familiar with, but maybe not entirely." I gestured to one of the neat rows of maki rolls. "This is the California roll, but with orange roe."

"Roe?"

"Fish eggs." She looked at me disbelievingly. "Seriously," I assured her.

"Like caviar?"

"These are to good caviar what Mad Dog is to good wine, but much more palatable." She wrinkled her nose.

"What do they taste like?" she asked, insecurely.

"Salt."

"Really?"

"Yup. Just adds a salty taste." She hefted one smoothly, dipped it with a plop into her soy sauce, and then plunged it into her mouth. She chewed apprehensively a few times, then with fervor and muffled, "mmm"s. I smiled and ate one of the same.

"Oh wow," she said, fixated on the platters. I could see her curiosity running wild. 

"Now, there's no raw fish in that, actually. It's cooked. Are you ready for something raw?"

"I'm ready for anything!" I laughed from my gut. She beamed a smile at me.

"This is one of my absolute favorites - spicy yellowtail, rolled in black sesame seeds," I said, pointing to a series of rice cylinders with pale orange cores, the outside speckled with black dots.

Moira gingerly picked one up and sniffed it. "It doesn't smell fishy," she said, surprised, but dubious.

"It shouldn't. Only bad fish smells fishy." She nodded, seeing how that fit with her apparently somewhat reserved view of seafood. She dipped the roll, and, after a second's hesitation and a nod and a smile from me, placed it on her tongue and began to chew. This was one of my favorites for a reason. Her lips and jaw closed, and her chopsticks fell to her plate. Her eyes rolled back into her head, which slumped back onto her shoulders. She chewed languidly, savoring every second. A throaty moan escaped her. "Good, huh?"

She smiled and gave me a stunned look. "I've never tasted anything like that!" Her eyes shot open even wider, and she clutched her wine glass. Oh yeah, spicy yellowtail. A quick swig from her glass, and that dreamy look returned.

We went through buttery eel, crispy, sweet tempura lobster, and a few pieces of various sashimi as well, just so she could have the fish totally naked. By the time we got to the sashimi, she dove in, and loved it.

But she saved a piece of spicy yellowtail for last. That's my girl.

"So?" I asked after she downed the last piece.

"That was amazing!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

We sat there after dinner, sipping wine, and our conversations flowed just as they had earlier. It was close to midnight when one of us bothered to look at a clock.

"OK, I'm getting ass fatigue from this chair. Shall we adjourn to the living room?" I asked.

"Good idea," Moira said, nodding.

I pulled out her chair for her and led her back to the couch. After a grimace and an almost missed step, she was half holding me up by the time we got there. I had spent too much time with my foot at ground level, and the swelling was coming back. Moira steered me right past the couch and to my bedroom.

"OK, back to bed with you, mister," she directed.

"Aww, but mom!" I grumbled. She tittered.

"I'm coming too, don't worry."

"Ay, mami." I said, breathily. I was rewarded with a shiver and goose-bumps on her arms.

I lowered myself gingerly onto the bed, and slid to the middle. Moira climbed on after and snuggled up against me. We lie there blissfully, quiet for a few moments.

"Thank you for dinner," she said eventually.

"Thank you for lunch, and for having dinner with me." She pulled herself a little closer to me. Contentment conspired against consciousness, and we napped briefly in each other's arms. I can say we, because she fell asleep first.

She also woke up first. I opened my eyes to find her studying my face.

"Why do I feel so safe with you?" she asked me pointedly.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that, but, seeing as this is news to me, I haven't spent much time considering it. I can make an educated guess though."

"OK."

"I've never pushed you, and I think you know I won't."

She thought for a moment. "That's definitely part of it. I think that's what I was missing. There's also a calm security to you, and it doesn't have anything to do with fighting or your size. Just a sense that..., " she trailed off. "That you'd protect me," she whispered. The way she said it tripped alarms in my head.

"Moira, are you in some kind of danger? Did someone threaten you?" I asked. Images of drug cartel violence sprung to mind unbidden.

"No, no." She popped up from the bed on one arm. "I didn't mean it to sound like that." My heart slowed down and I relaxed slightly. She put a hand on my chest. "But you'd jump to protect me if I was, wouldn't you." Her eyes bored into me.

"I would." I said without hesitating.

"Somehow, I've known that answer all long," she mused. She went back to studying my face.

After a long moment I asked, "What is it, Moira?"

She frowned inwardly and said, "I need to explain, about last Friday."

"Moira, you don't-" 

She silenced me with a finger across my lips. "I want to, so listen." I nodded.

She laid her head down on my chest, took a deep breath, and then another, steeling herself.

"I've never...had sex with a man," she said, quietly. "I've...done other things, but never that. I wanted to that night. That's why I said what I did." She frowned. "Then I chickened out. I wanted to, but it...felt wrong."

"I'm glad you did." I said. She looked up at me, her eyes pooling with tears.

"Why?"

"Because you're right. It would have been wrong. That should be a special thing, between you and someone special to you. Not someone you didn't know four hours earlier, and with a spectator to boot." She clutched me tightly, crying. I stroked her back and held her.

When the tears subsided, she said, "I was afraid you were going to say that you didn't want the burden of being someone's first."

"Burden!?"

"Like, afraid I'd be clingy, think it was something more."

I squeezed her. "Yes, it's for a selfish reason; I would have hated myself for sullying something like that for you." She kissed me fiercely, her hands roaming my face and chest as I pressed her against me. We came up for air once our lips went numb.

She locked her eyes with me. "I want you to be my first." I was stunned.

"Why?"

"For every reason we just talked about. I want this chapter of my life to start already!" She paused, frustration all over her face. "But every time it's come close to happening, I got scared. I've heard so many horror stories from other girls. I won't be scared with you. You're a sweet, wonderful person, and I'll never forget you, no matter what happens. With you, this will be special." I stroked her cheek affectionately.

"On two conditions," I said seriously.

"OK..." Moira replied tentatively.

"One, I pick where and when -- Chicago, the charity dinner. We make an all day date of it, something you'll never forget."

"I can live with that." She smiled down at me.

"Good. Two," I took a breath. "I can't take this from you Moira, but if you want to give me a gift so precious, I'll gladly accept it."

She pounced on me, kissing me hungrily. Eventually she started tugging up my shirt.

"Moira?" I asked.

She gave me a plaintive look. "I just need to feel you against me," she explained. I helped her tug off my shirt. Then she removed hers. She straddled my waist, stretching out on top of me, her head against my chest. I let my fingers trail lazily up and down her spine, loving every inch of her silken warmth. Lost in the intimate caress, something occurred to me.

"Moira, considering what we just talked about, I think I need to ask you something."

"OK?"

"What's your relationship with Shelly?"

"We're not lesbians," she said. I chuckled at her directness.

"Friday wasn't the first time you've kissed her though."

"No. OK yes we've...had sex a few times. The first time not long after we met. I had never really thought about girls like that at the time, and she had a boyfriend at another school. I was upset about my roommate, and she was so understanding. We were both really ... frustrated, too. We comforted each other that night, and it made us very close, but we're just friends. We've done it a couple other times, drunk and horny, as a safe release with someone we trust, but never with a third person," she paused, "until now, but that's it." She eyed me critically. "Why?"

"Well, that Friday, I could see how comfortable you were with each other. When Shelly asked me to watch, I thought maybe you two were in a relationship, and I was satisfying an exhibitionist streak, and, much to my surprise and delight, the living sex toy role." Moira giggled at my description. "I didn't want to step between you. That's why I asked if you wanted to sleep beside her that night."

I got an affectionate smile. "That's sweet," she said, stroking my cheek, "but you don't need to worry about that." Something else occurred to me.

"What did Nurse Shelly tell you?" I asked. She giggled.

"That she rubbed her boobs in your face and gave you a naked back rub." Shit.

"Well, then she only told you half of it." I hesitated. "She also gave me a very naked and... thorough... front rub." I didn't bother with the bit in the chair. After everything else that happened, that seemed more like fending Shelly off than anything. 

"Oh." She shook her head, and, after a long pause said, "She's done this before." My eyebrows leaped up. Moira laughed at my expression. "What I mean is, well, there was a guy about a year ago, Billy. He was in several of my classes. We talked, we dated, and he told me he was a virgin too, after I told him I was, and that I wanted to be sure before I did anything. He said I was special to him, and that he would wait for me. Shelly swore he was a man slut, but I didn't believe it. One day he showed up at our apartment and I wasn't home, but Shelly was. She seduced him to prove she was right, or that was her plan. According to Shelly, it turned out he knew I wouldn't be there, and that she was playing into his plan. He thought he could have one roommate while waiting for the other." Something about that story bothered me, aside from the fact that he hadn't learned an important Seinfeldian lesson, but I couldn't figure out what it was.




Push Me Ch. 02



"Well, I don't hold that against you. I'm glad she did, actually. You didn't feel well, and she made you feel better. That makes me happy. She did make you feel better, right?" I thought back and a huge grin sprouted on my face. She slapped my chest. "You don't have to be that happy about it." She glared at me, and then giggled.

I pulled her down against my chest again, and she settled in with a content sigh. "I hope it didn't feel like I was prying, Moira. It's just that, I didn't want to see you hurt, or to hurt Shelly. You're both very special to me."

"I know." She rubbed a hand on my beard. "I don't know about Shelly, she doesn't get close to many people, but you're special to me, too." I squeezed her, and then yawned so violently my jaw cracked.

"Stop that! Yoouuuu..." Moira was overcome by the twin to my yawn, which just made me yawn again. Once we recovered, Moira asked, "Can I sleep here tonight? Just sleep," she elaborated.

"Nothing would make me happier," I replied. We readied ourselves. I took some pills and returned to my place mid-mattress. Moira entered from the bathroom wearing only a lacy, green thong.

"I'm trusting you to mostly behave yourself tonight," she warned me.

"Mostly?" I asked.

"Well," she smiled impishly, "I do need a goodnight kiss." We kissed languidly for several minutes, and then Moira curled up against me.

"Goodnight, Craig."

"Goodnight, Moira."



Push Me Ch. 03



** Author's Note: This is part three of a series. I recommend you read parts one and two first. I love getting comments, so if you have a moment, please let me know what you think. Thank you to everyone who has rated the other parts of this series so highly, and for all the comments so far. Special thanks to SlySubmissive for the editing assistance. Also, this is just the beginning between Craig and Moira, not the end of their story, so there's more to come. Enjoy! 

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I felt much less drained this Saturday than I had last week, with no alcohol-fueled romp from which to recover. My foot felt well enough both to fit into and tolerate a shoe, so I slipped free from Moira, threw on some clothes and made a quick trip to a bakery down the street. Croissants and muffins in hand, I returned home.

"Craig?" I heard from the bedroom, as I closed the front door.

I set the pastry box down on the kitchen counter. "Yes, Moira?"

"Will you come here, please?"

"Nothing would please me more."

She was sitting up in my bed, her hair a wild mass of enticing curls. She held the sheet to her chest with one hand. The way it draped over her luscious curves stopped me dead, my eyes almost escaping their sockets. 

"I woke up and you were gone and I was cold," she said sadly. She noticed my bug-eyed expression and gave me a curious look. "It's nothing you haven't seen," she said with a little smile.

"And something I'll never tire of seeing," I replied.

She gave me a smoky look and dropped the sheet with a casual flourish. It puddled in her lap as she thrust her chest toward me. I saw red. My hands itched and clenched. I growled a rumble so deep-throated and primal that it startled her. 'Must Have!' was written in letters of fire across my brain -- I was incapable of any other thoughts. I took two steps in her direction without realizing I had moved, still growling. She yanked the sheet up over her chest, wide-eyed. I took two more steps, almost to the bed. She threw up a hand and flinched away from me. The fear on her face shocked me to my senses. I staggered like I'd been kicked in the head, and then crumpled to my knees.

"Oh Moira, oh fuck, I'm so sorry." I struggled for words, trying to tell her it was OK, that I was me again, that I wouldn't hurt her, and that she was safe, even though I'd damn near put the lie to that just now, but all I could manage was, "I'm so sorry I scared you." I dropped my head and took a few ragged, gasping breaths, trying to collect my wits. When I looked up, she still held the sheet to her chest, but the fear was gone, replaced by a mix of concern and shame.

"It's my fault. After everything we said last night, I teased you like that," she said quietly. "You were right to turn me down last night. I understand if you've ... changed your mind." My heart broke. Moira was amazing, but there was a streak of self-loathing in her that I didn't understand. She knew how other people saw her. When she allowed herself to believe them, she sparkled, but she didn't understand why they thought what they did, and could only rarely credit their opinions.

"Moira, no, not at all." I reached out to cup her chin in my hand and pull her eyes up to mine. "I know how attracted I am to you, but I had no idea how much control you could exert over me. That has never happened to me before."

"No one's ever made you feel like that?" she asked, a shy smile blooming on her face.

"No one, ever," I confirmed.

She threw her arms around me and pulled herself tightly against me. I sat beside her on the bed and squeezed her as hard as I could. I might have been hurting her, but she never complained. It took us both a few minutes to calm down. When she finally relaxed, she pulled back and kissed me, softly and quickly.

"That's for wanting me so badly." She inched her face toward mine, stopping just before our lips met. "And this is for controlling it." She inched her face slowly toward mine, pressing our lips together. Then, she just kept pushing, leaning me backwards and eventually flat onto the bed. She pressed further, crushing her lips against mine, Her tongue darted out to press further still. She grabbed my hands and yanked them to her breasts, moaning into my mouth as her tongue attacked me. I cupped her satiny globes in my hands, squeezing gently as she pressed herself into my palms. I felt her nipples tighten against my palms as I kneaded them while I lost myself in the delicious kiss, relishing her enthusiasm and aggression. She nipped at my lips, and then broke away to give me a hungry stare before resuming her powerful kiss. I captured both nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and she whimpered into my mouth.

She was rubbing her thighs against my thoroughly engorged member through my shorts, her groin a supernova on top of my leg. Her hand shot down into my clothes and gripped my hard cock firmly. "Ohhhh fuck, Moira," I moaned around her tongue. She pulled back, smiling at me. 

Without warning, I attacked. I grabbed her ass with one hand, placed other in the middle of her back, and lifted her chest to my mouth as I sat up, bending her over backwards and preparing to devour her. I placed sucking kisses from her collar bone down her sternum, along the bottom of her ribs and up her sides, my beard barely tickling her breasts. I rubbed my lips is the soft peach fuzz that covered her belly, kissing concentric circles around her navel. Her fingers kneaded my scalp as I explored her smooth skin. Satisfied I had thoroughly covered her torso, I cupped one breast with both hands, squeezing it between my fingers until the nipple protruded far enough to be easily accessible. I gently placed my teeth on the jutting bud and drew them up the length of it. An urgent whimper leaped from her throat. I wrapped my lips around that puckered flesh and sucked it into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, while I tugged and pinched the other. She began to furiously grind her wet pussy against my leg. I threw her down onto her back and yanked off her thong.

"Yes! Please! Do it! I don't care! I need it!" she screamed at me, completely wild with lust. I couldn't do that, not yet, not today.

I buried my face in apex of her thighs, lapping wildly before thrusting my tongue into her. Desperate with ecstasy, she gripped my head and thrust her pussy into my face. I luxuriated in the taste of her for a moment, filling my mouth with her honey before licking my way to her clit and swirling my tongue around it. Her hips bucked wildly. I slid a finger into her, and captured her inner labia between the two adjacent fingers, tugging and kneading them as I penetrated her. I tapped the roof of her smooth channel with my finger, flicking my tongue over her clit with the same beat. The dancer in her took over, and she began thrust her hips onto my hand in time.

"Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?" she groaned. I picked up the pace. After two beats, we were synchronized again. Her hands knotted in the sheets and she began to whimper constantly. Her legs knotted together behind my head. I sped up again, dragging my tongue from the ridge beneath her clit right over top of it rapidly.

"Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh AHHhhhhhh!" she screamed as she came. Her legs clamped down on my head, and her back arched. I lowered the beat, pressing my tongue flat against her clit and rolling it in slow circles as my finger pumped in and out of her at the same speed. She slowly relaxed and sank back to the bed. I withdrew my fingers gently and untangled her legs, freeing my head. I sat on the bed beside her, idling caressing one leg while she panted. 

I took advantage of her moment of bliss to memorize every inch of her, but I could have stared at her for a lifetime. Every part of her was tone, but lush - curvy, like a woman should be. I covered her thighs, hips and stomach with kisses, not trying to tease her or excite her, just for the sheer joy I felt when my lips touched her skin. 

I spent a few moments lost in her flesh. Then I heard, "Hey, you, come here." I looked up to see Moira crooking a finger at me. I laid down beside her on my side, lazily drawing shapes on her stomach.

"Hi there." I smiled down at her.

"That wasn't how that was supposed to go," she informed me severely.

"Seemed like it went pretty well to me," I replied.

She studied me for a moment. "You mean that, don't you?" she asked.

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't." She shook her head in disbelief. "You don't believe me?"

"No I do," she said quickly. "I'm just...surprised that I can."

"Well, I'm glad you can believe me." 

She shot me a dazzling smile. "Thank you for...for not having sex with me."

"I told you. I choose the place and time. Quit trying to screw up my timeline," I warned her with mock anger. That dazzling smile transitioned smoothly to evil.

"Then shut up and stop distracting me," she replied, pushing me back onto the bed. She climbed down me, and then yanked off my shorts and boxers in one tug. Then she straddled my thighs, sitting back on her heels. My excitement had abated from earlier while I was enjoying my leisurely explorations, but when she grasped my turgid shaft and rubbed the sensitive underside of the head against her nipple, I was fully upright in no time. Using the hand not holding my erection, she lifted her nipple as high as she could, and then snaked out an impossibly long tongue to taste me on her. 

"Hhhhhholy fffuck that's hot," I stammered. 

She smirked at her entertaining discovery, and then, excruciatingly slowly, lowered her mouth to my throbbing cock. She swallowed as much as she could with one smooth push, and then drew back with one long suck that seemed to take an hour, catching just the head in her mouth at the end.

"Unnggg," I groaned, muscles all throughout my body shuddering. She swirled her tongue around the head, and then bobbed again as deeply as she could several times. She repeated the swirl and suck technique until I was clenching my abs on every down-stroke. "Oh fuck, Moira." She took that as her cue to suck me deeply, and then bob rapidly on my dick, sucking firmly and working her tongue on my shaft. She was the puppet master now, and I danced for her, powerless to do otherwise. In a moment, I gripped the sheets, thrusting into her face as I came.

"Moiraaaaaaaa!" I roared as I erupted in her mouth. She sucked until I slumped against the bed, swallowing everything I offered.

She slunk up beside me, pressed herself against my side and whispered in my ear, "That's how it was supposed to go." Then she grabbed my arm and rolled away from me, pulling me around her and up against her, that glorious ass pressed against my still half-hard cock. I pulled her tightly against me, burying my face in her hair as I enveloped her with my arms. A blissful sleep took us.

When I woke up, I spent a few moments basking in Moira's warmth and softness. Eventually she stirred, pressing her hips against mine. The taunt muscles under the silken skin of her ass massaged my manhood. 

"Oh Moira, please, as much as I hate myself for saying this, please stop doing that."

"You owe me," she said, levelly. She spun around to face me with a sad look of disappointment on her face. "I woke up alone." I clutched her to me.

"Every second I was gone was hellish torture. I promise; however, I hope you'll allow me to make amends for my earlier reprehensible behavior." I kissed her tenderly for a long moment. "Good morning, Moira." She purred with satisfaction and snuggled into my chest.

Eventually she asked, "Where did you go, anyway?"

"It's a surprise, which you'll get as soon as you're up and dressed."

"So, my choices are stay in bed naked with you, or get a surprise. Seems pretty clear to me." She leaned up to kiss me. Right before our lips met, she levered herself off the bed and started rummaging through my clothes for something to wear.

'Oh, I'm gonna get her for that,' I thought. I pulled on my shorts. Then, I took a generous pinch of her flawless ass, plus a yelp and a swat from her as I scuttled past into the living area. A few moments later, coffee was steeping as I pulled plates and mugs from the cabinets.

"Ooohhhh!" I heard from Moira right behind me. I turned to see her exploring the contents of the bakery box. I poured the coffee while she deliberated. Selecting a pumpkin cranberry muffin, she went about a meticulous process of disassembling it into bite-sized pieces before examining each one using some tenebrous criteria which totally escaped me. Satisfied, she arranged each piece into one of three categories before finally popping one into her mouth.

She noticed my raised eyebrow and amused look. "I hate when all the good stuff is in one spot in a muffin," she explained.

"'Nough said," I replied, holding up my hands. I pulled a croissant out of the box and proceeded to disassemble it, though I ate each liberated part as soon as it was free. We munched on pastries and coffee, chatting lightheartedly, for an hour or so before she told me she had to go. It was getting close to the time for her usual Saturday phone call with her parents, which made me realize something.

"Moira, next Saturday is the dinner." 

She frowned. "I hadn't thought about that."

"Is there a problem skipping a week, or calling them a different day?" I asked.

"No, but, it's telling them why."

"Gotcha. 'Flying to Chicago with a handsome stranger' isn't going to cut it?"

She giggled. "You're not a stranger, but, no, it won't. They'd be even more freaked out worrying about me, but I don't want to lie to them." She sighed. "I'll think of something. There's no way I'm canceling," she said, distracted at first, but fixing me with a pointed stare after a second.

"I wouldn't dream of suggesting such a thing. I do need to tell you that I'll probably be really busy all of next week. I'm off on Friday to take care of a few things before we leave, but I'll be pretty swamped until then." That was total bullshit. I just didn't want to risk anything screwing up this trip or my plans for Moira, or how Moira felt about me -- anything named Shelly. I was pretty sure Moira wasn't upset about Nurse Shelly, but she had offered me something very special. I felt like, at least between now and then, I owed it to her to be faithful to her.

"Oh," Moira said dejectedly. I was torn in half. I was trying to protect Moira by protecting myself from Shelly. I'd seen the two together. If Moira knew that wasn't true, Shelly would know too. Then she'd wonder why I lied. It would only get worse from there. I wasn't going to tell Shelly about Moira's decision to give her virginity to me, but I wasn't sure what I would tell her to deflect the inevitable questions.

"I know. I'm disappointed too, but I promise I will make it up to you in Chicago. OK?" She nodded, tight-lipped, but then a wave of excitement hit her and she leaped into my arms, kissing me.

"I can't believe...well... all this!" she squealed, bubbling with excitement. I thumbed her cheek, soaking in the delicate texture of her skin. Her smile flipped a switch in me. I realized why I was so addicted to her. She was just so alive. The spark of life in her was ten thousand suns -- mine had all but gone out in my dreary, monotonous existence. I suddenly craved more life around me. I clutched her against me and buried my face in her neck, breathing deeply. I shuddered.

"Are you OK?" she asked, concerned.

"I have to go a week without you. This has to last me," I replied quietly. After a few more breaths, I kissed her neck, and her cheek and then her succulent lips for a long moment.

"I'll miss you too." Moira said. She touched my cheek. Then, she left.

I got to work. I had one week to plan a super date in a city about which I knew almost nothing. Thank God for the internet. Fortunately, I already had a theme. The charity dinner was the penultimate event, so I focused mostly on support activities for that. I spent a few hours doing research online, amassing an agenda while I examined the possibilities. Solid plan in hand, I placed an order for various things in vases, and then called our hotel, where I had booked rooms the same day I ordered the tickets for the dinner. I scheduled some of the hotel's services, and also advised them to direct several deliveries to my room when they arrived on Saturday, and let them in if I wasn't there. Now, I needed info from Moira. I shot her a text.

Me: Do you have a dress for Saturday?

Moira: Not really. :(

Me: Good. Keep it that way.

Moira: Naked charity?

Me: HA! No. Trust me?

Moira: Of course. Can I go lingerie shopping?

Me: I can't imagine why I would object to that.

Moira: Maybe I'll get something objectionable.

Me: I hope so. :D

Moira: Hehehe.

I hadn't thought about lingerie at all. Thank you, Moira. I took a moment to daydream about Moira trying on lingerie, and then finished up what I could of my plans.

I then went on to suffer through the longest week of my life. Ensuring that I wouldn't be busy the coming weekend had mostly resulted in me not being busy this week at all. The days crawled by. Monday, I went shopping for something for Moira, which was at least enjoyable. Tuesday, I spent one hour on a video conference, and the seven subsequent hours answering e-mails from my phone while I played video games. It was still hellishly slow and frustrating. The picture text I got from Moira didn't help. It was a store receipt. "Victoria's Secret" was visible along the top, and a tiny triangle of white lace was visible at the edge of the picture, covering part of the receipt. She wore a white bra and thong that first night. The memory shot a shudder through me."Waiting...", read the accompanying text. 

Me: Waiting sucks!

Moira: For me too. See you Friday!

Our flight touched down in Chicago around 4:30 PM Friday - late, but not significantly, and I had planned this evening to have some bumper time.

We took a cab to the hotel and checked in. Moira wandered around the lobby while I waited for our room keys, swiped plastic and signed papers. I watched her dance distractedly from place to place, soaking in the art and architecture, as well as the people. I took the keys from the desk clerk. Then, I stood to the side and enjoyed looking at her for a moment. Her gauzy red sundress flowed around her as she glided from place to place. She noticed me watching her and made her way back to me.

"You could have waved or something to get my attention," she told me.

"You were enjoying yourself. I was enjoying myself. There didn't seem to be a need."

"Enjoying yourself? But you were just..." She blushed, and I pulled her to me. We pressed against each other on our way to the elevator, made out on the way up, and snuggled again on our way down the hall. I stopped at room 2312, and opened the door, ushering Moira inside.

It was a nice, but not extravagant, modern hotel room. A loveseat sat in a small lounge area that also contained a desk. A king-sized bed sat in a modern bedroom area beyond. Moira put her suitcase to the side as she explored the room. I took a deep breath. I was worried about having this conversation.

"I hope you like it. My room is right next door," I informed her. She spun to face me as sorrow took over her expression.

"Your room?" she asked sadly. I held out my hands, captured hers, and guided her to the loveseat.

"Moira, when I booked this trip, I wasn't sure who would be coming with me. I booked two rooms just in case I brought someone who was more like a friend. I would love for you to spend tonight, and every night, in my room, but, there will be a point tomorrow when you'll need a room, and I won't be able to let you into mine. That's the only time I plan to be away from you."

"You promise?"

To answer, I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, and marched out of the room with her giggling hysterically. I went to room 2313 and opened the door. Once we were inside, I dropped her down and cradled her against my chest, still giggling, and carried her to the bed. I climbed to the center on my knees and laid her gently against the pillows. I stood back, eyed her appraisingly, and then shifted some pillows minutely.




Push Me Ch. 03



"There," I said, finally satisfied. "That's exactly where you belong." She held her arms out to me. I crawled between then and kissed her hungrily. She gasped, and then moaned into my mouth. I had to break away several hours earlier than I wanted to. "As much as I want to do that all night..." She dragged my face back to hers and attacked my lips. I relented for several extremely pleasant moments. Eventually, we both needed air. Gasping, I restarted.

"As much as I really want to do that all night," I panted, "I have some other things planned that, while probably not that enjoyable, should make tomorrow even better."

"Aww," she protested.

"Patience, my sweet."

I took her hands and pulled her up off the bed. Arm-in-arm, I led her back down to the lobby. I had the doorman grab us a cab and give the driver the address. Ten minutes later, we arrived at our first destination for the evening.

I had found a shop that sold formal wear and did quick turn-arounds on alterations. Her eyes lit up when she saw where we were going. Kid, meet candy store. She was out of the cab before the driver even gave me the total. He chuckled as he did.

"Daughter?" he asked. I was horrified. Did I look that much older than her? Yes, the beard had some white, but, damn.

"Date," I stated simply.

"Lucky you," he replied, with a lecherous grin. I thought about punching him. Then I remembered what had become the primary reason we were in Chicago.

"Yup." I exited the cab.

Paying the driver had only taken a moment, but a crestfallen Moira was waiting inside the store.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't afford anything here," she lamented softly.

"Woman, please. Let me worry about that. The special date starts right now. We're here to make sure everyone knows how stunning you are, not that you need a fancy dress for that, and that's what's going to happen."

She looked at me, unsure. "Why are you so good to me?"

"I want to be. You're amazing. You've filled my life with more joy in two weeks than I've felt the rest of my life. You make me glad to be alive just being near you, just knowing that I might be near you again." She flung her arms around me and I held her close for a few minutes. She looked up at me.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," she told me, with just a hint of fear in her eyes.

"I think I just said the same thing." I leaned down and kissed her softly. "Now, go, peruse." I stroked her cheek. "Blow me away." She shot me the sultry dancer smile I love, scanned the racks near us, and then slunk off down an aisle, watching me over her shoulder as she went. 

I always feel like a walking obstruction in tight spaces like this. So I stood back a bit as she examined the dresses on display. My tux was due to be delivered to the hotel this evening, so I didn't have a thing to do but enjoy watching her. 

She flitted from place to place, at first giving few items more than a cursory inspection. After at least a dozen examined dresses, she found one she liked. It was a brilliant green, simple, straight and shimmering. A salesclerk for the store found her, introduced herself as Nikki, and offered to put it aside for her while she shopped. The dress was placed in a changing room, and Moira continued her mission.

After selecting another half-dozen dresses, Moira found me, wrapped her arms around mine and pulled me toward another part of the store. "You have to tell me what you think," she explained.

"Are you sure? For some reason, I thought this would be a big reveal tomorrow night."

She frowned up at me. "You're right. That would be much better." She paused to think. "OK, there are two that I don't really like, and I just want to see on me. I'll try those on, you tell me what you think, and then I'll chase you out."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said, wondering if I'd get to watch her change, too. 

I didn't.

She came out of the dressing room first in a black cocktail dress. It fit her like a dream. It molded to her shapely ass and thighs and had a plunging neckline with an open back. "Wow," was all I could say. She smiled at me, and then frowned at the mirror.

"Too short, too...trampy," she announced dismissively. "Needs to be more elegant." She nodded at the mirror, and then turned and went back into the dressing room. When the Nikki came back into the dressing room area to check on Moira, I took the opportunity to speak to her.

"I'm not going to get to see her final choice," I told her, "so, I need to ask a favor of you. Don't let her balk on something because of the price. Make sure she chooses the one she wants, not the one she thinks she should get. OK? Please?"

She looked at me curiously, and slightly disapprovingly, until I said please. "I wasn't sure about you at first," she told me.

"Do I look so sinister? Is it the gray in the beard?" She stared at me, thoroughly confused.

"No, I just wasn't sure what the story was. You're too young to have a trophy wife-"

"Bless you."

"But I don't think you met her in a dorm," she continued. "So I just wasn't sure what to think. I saw how you looked at her just now." She smiled at me. "She beautiful." I turned toward the dressing room, a distant smile on my face.

"I know."

The door popped open, and Moira came out in what I think of as a China doll style dress, buttoned to her neck and snowy white, with jet black embroidery. The slit on one side went all the way up to her hip. I thought the other dress hugged her curves. This one was skin tight on top, and showed off her narrow waist, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. My jaw went slack. 

"Needs more boob," she stated succinctly after a cursory examination of the mirror. She turned to me, about to say something, and then stopped, seeing the stupid grin on my face. She smiled, shaking her head and sighing with mock exasperation. "You're obviously not going to be much help," she said. She came to me and kissed me quickly. "Go sit down. Nikki can help me decide. She'll be impartial, and coherent." She kissed me again and waved me out of the dressing area.

I found a spot out on the main sales floor and relaxed. I pulled out the book I had been reading on the plane, and passed almost an hour, occasionally looking around for sight of Moira or at least Nikki. I spotted Nikki first, who waved to me, took a large white box from behind a counter, and then returned to the dressing room. She returned five minutes later with the large box, and Moira in tow. I went to meet them at the cash register.

Moira slipped her arms around my waist as we came together. "I hope you like it," she said.

"I hope you do. That's what's important. If you feel beautiful wearing it, I'll love it."

An "Awww" drifted from behind the counter where Nikki was ringing up the dress. Moira and I turned our heads in her direction, both of us grinning. Nikki blushed, and then smiled. I paid for the dress and arranged for it to be delivered to Moira's room at the hotel.

"Is there a shoe store nearby you would recommend, Nikki?" I asked.

She looked around conspiratorially. "There's a little boutique I love, just a few streets away. I stop in there every payday. I don't tell many people, because I don't want it being overrun, and all the good stuff getting taken, but she deserves the best." Nikki said, giving me a very pointed look. "If Caroline is there, just tell her Nikki sent you. She'll take care of you."

"Thank you, Nikki," I said, offering my hand. She shook it, and then came around the counter and hugged Moira.

"Have a good time tomorrow," she said as they embraced.

"I'm sure I will," Moira replied with an eager smile.

We left the shop and headed in the direction of shoes. Caroline was there. She even knew we were coming. She and Moira were best friends two minutes after we got there. I even got an approving smile this time. 

Moira described her dress in a hushed whisper so I couldn't hear anything, and told Caroline roughly what she wanted. Caroline disappeared into the back room. As soon as she left, Moira pushed me into a chair, straddled my lap, and made out with me. Shoe shopping rules.

When Caroline returned, she delivered a melodramatic, "A-HEM." Moira climbed off my lap, grinning sheepishly.

Somewhere around the tenth pair of heels we hit pay dirt.

"Those are sexy as hell on you!" Caroline said emphatically.

"I know! I love these. They'll go great with the dress," Moira answered.

A pair of gold and white heels with an intricate matrix of calf-high straps went back into a box. I got the box. Moira got another hug from someone she'd just met, I got my first of the day, and, with shoes purchased, we left the store. 

"What's next?" she asked. "I'm kinda worn out. I'd love to sit down for a bit, and I'm starving."

"You're in luck. Up next is a cab ride to dinner. I do hope you like Colombian food." Her eyes lit up, brilliant in the twilight.

The Colombian place I'd found was just a mom and pop place, the best kind of restaurant in my opinion. This time, Moira guided me through the menu, telling me what was what, and making some recommendations. Every morsel was delicious, and we ate well. We spent another hour just talking. She told me stories of Colombia and her parents, even one about her brother. She was quiet for a moment when she finished, but her smile never wavered.

"I think I need a nap," Moira said as went left the restaurant.

"Once again, thanks to my superior planning, the day is saved. I was planning to take you back to the hotel and just spend a few hours relaxing with you."

"Good. Because I was going to make you if you weren't."

Thirty minutes later we had changed into comfortable clothing and were snuggled up on my bed. I got comfortably drunk off her heat and smell as she burrowed her nose into my chest. She felt so perfect in my arms.

At some point, she began running her fingernails up and down my bare back. Her touch gradually became more aggressive, transforming from a caress of silk, to a line of searing fire, to an arc of muscle-jolting lightning. I pressed her against me as my heart began to pound. She tilted her chin up to me and I kissed her hungrily. Her nails dug in and she mewled into my mouth. I rolled on top of her, nuzzling her neck, enjoying the satiny skin against my nose and lips. I held her against me and put my head beside hers, listening to her breath, trying to calm down. After a few moments, I felt her hands relax and lay flat on my back. Her breathing slowed.

"Cards on the table here," I told her. "The only reason I have any sense of control is because of the plan, and I don't know how long that's going to last me. I'm afraid to move with you pressed up against me like this. I want to have my hands and mouth on you so badly right now, but I know I'll never stop once I get started." 

Moira shuddered. "I don't think I'd want you to," she said. We spent a few more moments motionless, just enjoying the proximity.

"It's probably a good thing you got two rooms," she said after a while, giggling. Laugh at my desire will she!? I kissed her hard. She cried out into my mouth, going rigid, and then clutched me tightly. I broke the kiss after only a few seconds.

"Yeah, it probably is," I said.

"You suck." She glared at me.

"Wait until you see what I suck on tomorrow," I whispered into her ear. She shuddered. I spent a few more moments holding her against me, and then, painfully, let her go and we stood up. 

"Walk me to my room?" she asked.

"Of course."

Once we were there, she directed a devious smirk at me.

"Your punishment for torturing me earlier is to undress me for bed," she informed me.

"Shucks," I replied. I stood behind her and lifted her shirt slowly, dragging my fingers up her ribs, cupping her breasts, sliding my palms over her nipples, and then pulling the shirt over her head. I knelt in front of her, kissing her stomach as I slid off her pajama pants, caressing each leg as I helped her step out of them. I scooped her up and placed her gently on the bed. She slid down and I pulled the sheet up over her. I leaned down and kissed her softly.

"Goodnight, Moira."

"Goodnight, Craig."

I woke up around eight the next morning, quickly showered and dressed, and went to Moira's room. I knocked, and she opened it, wearing a hotel robe and sporting a hotel towel holding her hair.

"Can we go here!?" she asked excitedly, bouncing back from the door and waving a brochure. Suddenly, she froze, her face deadly serious, as if she had just realized something was terribly wrong. "Wait." She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her, kissing me. "Good morning," she said with an angelic smile.

I kissed her back. "Good morning to you too." I smiled and caressed her cheek. "Now, whacha got there." She handed me a pamphlet for the Hyde Park School of Dance.

"They're giving a performance today! Look!" she gushed as her finger jabbed excitedly at a calendar on the back.

"Well, as it just so happens, I had planned to have a leisurely room service breakfast, followed by a few hours of anything you wanted to do. This says the show is at noon. That's perfect. How does that sound?"

She flew at me like an attacking cat -- all four limbs leading the way. With her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, she mauled my mouth with hers. My hands caught her behind her knees, and then slid up her legs, thrilled to find she was naked under that robe. I gripped her perfect ass with both hands as she kissed me with everything she had.

Before things could escalate, she broke for air. Smiling sweetly and breathing heavily, still wrapped around me, she prompted, "Breakfast?" I smiled, and then had a sudden flash of memory. I snorted with laughter before I could suppress it. "What?" she asked.

"I was just thinking of you and the muffin," I told her.

"What's wrong with the way I eat muffins?" She glared at me, unwrapping her legs and sinking to the floor.

"Just the way you torture it for information first," I replied, snickering. She paced slowly to the loveseat, picked up a pillow, brushed some imaginary lint off of it, and then threw it at me. I caught it, and then leaped across the room at her. She fled toward the bathroom with a squeak, but I caught her at the foot of the bed, picked her up, and tossed her onto it. She giggled and flailed her arms, trying to grab me as she sailed through the air before bouncing on the bed. Cornered, she attacked, lunging at me, trying to tickle me. I tackled her, and we rolled around, tickling each other, our dialogue a series of vague threats and bursts of outrage, broken up by manic giggling. 

"Enough! I yield!" I declared, collapsing onto my back. Moira sagged onto my chest, grinning and panting. I stroked her back and smiled down at her. Once she caught her breath, she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek on my chest. As always, her proximity was intoxicating.

"So, about that breakfast...," she said without opening her eyes.

"Your wish is my command," I replied.

We tracked down the room service menu, made the call, and spent the time waiting for the food snuggling on the loveseat. She tried to pry information out of me regarding the rest of the day, but I wouldn't talk. She even went so far as to offer a virginity two-fer, whispered in my ear after licking my earlobe while she straddled my lap, still very naked under her robe, which almost had me spilling my guts, but my iron determination resisted her extremely pleasant onslaught.

Room service knocked at the door, interrupting her attempts to break me. She ducked into the bathroom while they trundled in the food. She came back in a pair of short shorts and a thin, tight tank top, definitely not wearing a bra.

"Good, my breakfast is here now, too," I said.

"I thought I was dessert tonight," she replied, coyly. I shuddered.

The food was excellent, and we were contently full long before it was all gone. Moira, excited to leave, bounded up the minute she was done and started getting dressed. She put on a flowery, high-waisted dress and wrapped her hair up in a wide yellow band. A fabric sunflower sat off-center on her head.

"You're glowing," I told her. She kissed me and wrapped her arms around one of mine.

"I'm so excited!" she replied, wriggling against me.

"Well then, shall we?" I escorted her from the hotel. We took a cab to the Hyde Park School of Dance, arriving about thirty minutes before the show. Today's performance would be held outdoors on a raised wooden floor assembled for the occasion. We wandered around, looking for a good spot from which to watch. The school was using the show as a recruiting drive and advertising tool as well. 

"You should take one of the application packets," I told Moira.

"Why?" Moira asked.

"Why not?" I replied. "You don't think you'd like learning to dance here?"

"Yeah but..." She paused. "You're right. Why not?" She smiled at me, and then went to pick up a folder of forms and information. She came back with it clutched to her chest like a beloved possession. We stood quietly, holding hands and waiting for the show as Moira's eyes devoured everything in sight.

It wasn't a long show, a little more than an hour, but they demonstrated everything they could squeeze into that time -- solos, couples, and groups in every style of dance. Moira was totally enraptured. She squeezed my hand with excitement when a man in a fur loin cloth hoisted a woman in a fur bikini over his head with one arm. She bounced along with a group of five hip-hop dancers. She snuggled closer to me when another couple, her in a flowing pale gray gown, him in a white tuxedo, swirled across the stage in an elegant waltz. The entire time, she never took her eyes off the stage.

It was over far too soon for her, but she wore a broad grin just the same. Several of the dancers were talking with the crowd after the show. Moira found the waltzing woman and told her how much she enjoyed the show, and her, specifically. She thanked Moira and asked her if she was going to be a student here. "Maybe someday," Moira answered.

"Well, I hope I see you here if you do join us. I'm Cassandra," she told Moira.

"I'll make sure I look you up if I get to come here," Moira replied. They hugged briefly. That small gesture made me realize something -- EVERYONE hugged Moira. I had done it two minutes after I met her. There was something so magnetically endearing about her. Opposite poles of a magnet had a better chance to resist each other, really.

After that, Moira wandered in the general direction of the exit, lost in thought. We strolled through Hyde Park, barely talking. Eventually, we found a shady bench and sat.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "You're really quiet."

"Yeah. Just thinking"

"About?"

"How amazing it would be to take dance lessons here." She beamed up at me and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you for this. For all this. You don't know what it means to me."

"Moira, thank you for coming with me. For rescuing me from having to decide between sitting beside an empty chair and a complete stranger by being completely amazing. This has been my complete and total pleasure." I paused. "I can't imagine ever knowing someone I'd rather be here with than you." I squeezed her tightly. We sat quietly, holding each other for a while.

Eventually, I checked the time on my phone -- a few minutes after 2PM. "Moira, we need to head back to the hotel. I have something planned for us." She kissed me, and then stood up from the bench, holding out her hand to me.

"Then let's go." She gave me such a look of peaceful contentment that I almost teared up. She was an angel, and a happy angel at that. I'm not a religious man, but right then, for a second, I Believed. I took her hand, stood, and pulled her to me. I brushed my lips against hers, agonizingly slowly, and then kissed her, relishing in the feel of her lips on mine. I slipped an arm around her waist, and we went to find a cab.




Push Me Ch. 03



I held Moira's hand in the cab (safety first). The cab driver, a pleasant, motherly woman in her early 50s, saw, and smiled at me via the rear view mirror. Moira was lost in recollection as soon as we pulled away from the curb, so I sat quietly, enjoying the look of delight on her face.

Back at the hotel, we returned to Moira's room to drop off the packet she had from the dance school. Once we were there, I took her hands, led her to the loveseat and explained the rest of the day.

"OK, I thought some relaxation and pampering might be in order." She eyed me curiously. "So, in just a few minutes, you and I are going to the hotel spa for massages."

"Ooooh." Her eyes sparkled.

"After that, much to my chagrin, we will part ways for a short time. You have an extended date with the spa and salon, while I have a few things to take care of. If you want, they'll also be doing your hair and makeup tonight, and will even help you get dressed, if you need it."

She was taken aback. "Craig, I don't know what to say."

"The only thing you need to say is 'Let's go.' Although I won't turn down a kiss." I informed her. She kissed me and ran her hand down to my groin.

"You are soooo getting lucky tonight," she whispered into my ear. I swallowed, hard. I knew that was the whole point of all this, but hearing her say it like that, it finally sunk in, like a large rock sinks into the sand when dropped from a great height -- there was penetration, a dull thud, and a hissing rain of brain matter falling back to the earth. I was almost concussed by it. 

I rallied, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her hungrily. She pressed herself against my rapidly hardening cock and we both gasped. She attacked my mouth with her tongue, and I clutched her ass with my other hand. We dry humped slowly for a minute or three before we both came back to our senses at the same time, gasping for breath. The feel of her breath on my skin almost made me dive right back in, but the one still-sensible part of my brain must have kicked the adjacent insanely aroused bit, and I managed to control myself.

We untangled ourselves and stood up from the couch. Then, we divested ourselves of everything but clothing and room keys, and headed to the spa. Robes and changing rooms were provided, wherein we donned robes before proceeding to a couples massage room. "I have to tell you something," I whispered to her. "I'm a massage virgin." She began giggling hysterically, and wrapped her arms around my waist.

We both enjoyed the massages immensely, periodic moans of relaxation coming from both tables. I think I even fell asleep at some point. 

Sadly, once they were done, we had to split up. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon," I told her, holding her hands. "We should be meeting back up around seven." I leaned down and kissed her quickly, knowing she was naked under that robe, and contemplating more, but I suspected a public grope-fest would be frowned upon.

"I'll miss you," she said.

"I'll miss you, too, but, think of the great reveal." I smiled. So did she, and we parted with one last quick kiss. 

Moira would be busy for hours, but I had several items on my task list. While she was wrapped up in the spa, I made my way to the salon. I had my head shaved and my beard trimmed and, on a spur of the moment decision, colored. The "daughter" comment from the cabbie was still bugging me. I didn't want any kind of a repeat incident. Tonight was about Moira, not our apparent age difference. I also got a manicure, a first for me - again, not out of vanity. I've heard it said that the condition of a man's fingers shows his concern for his lover. Makes sense to me.

Finished with the salon, I returned to my room to see if my deliveries had arrived. I checked the fridge, saw that everything was in order there, and then took care of the flowers. After that, I still had about an hour to kill, so I sat and relaxed, contemplating what had happened and what was yet to come. I was confident in my preparations, but this was a new thing for me as well. I wanted everything to be perfect tonight for Moira. When the time neared seven, I got into my tux and shoes.

At 7 PM exactly, I called Moira's room.

"Hello?"

"Hi there."

"Hi."

"All set?"

"Gimme five minutes."

"OK. I'll see you then."

At 7:05PM I knocked on Moira's door. An angel opened it.

Her dress was ivory silk, pale and creamy. One shoulder was bare in a toga style, and the dress displayed a perfectly enticing amount of cleavage. Her hair was piled elegantly on top of her head in a mass of intertwined curls. The dressed molded to her, caressed her flawless hips and butt and fell straight to her feet. It was slit to the knee on one side, and I caught a peek of familiar white and gold shoes.

I like to talk. I consider myself pretty good with words, and I enjoy telling a woman how and why I think she is beautiful. I'm a professional technical writer, and accuracy of the written and spoken word is my lifeblood; nonetheless, I was speechless. My jaw dropped. I went deaf and numb, and all I could do was stare. That was all for the better. The silence said everything that needed to be said. My angel floated to me and kissed me gently.

"Don't mess up my make-up...yet," she warned me. I shivered. She noticed my beard and patted my cheek. "What happened here?"

"I couldn't stand the idea of people thinking you were here with some old man," I told her. She looked at me confused.

"I never thought of you as old at all," she told me. I relayed the cab driver incident, and well as salesclerk Nikki's initial confusion. She gave me a sad, confused look. "How could people think like that?"

"Because you're too beautiful for the likes of me," I told her.

"I don't know if I'm OK with that answer or not." Her reaction was just one more reason she was my angel. She saw something in me others didn't. Her faith and love gave me a strength and confidence I didn't know I had.

"Well, I'm not saying I agree. I know what a tasty hunk of man meat I am, but the general ignorant populace ranks you way out of my league." I grinned. She hugged me tightly.

"Is that a box in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" She giggled. It was a box. Shit, the box! One look at her, and I had completely forgotten about it.

"Both?" I replied, tentatively. She laughed. "Turn around," I directed her. She spun, and I took a moment to enjoy the view from behind, pulling out the box and removing the contents entirely without looking at what I was doing. The dress she had picked was perfect for this - both what was in the box, and the blatant ass-watching in which I was engaged.

I slipped a delicate gold chain around her neck and fastened the clasp. She looked down and gasped. A blood-red, teardrop ruby rested against her heart. "It's beautiful," she whispered. 

"It had to be worthy of you," I told her. She spun to face me, her eyes filling with tears. "No no no, make-up, remember?" I reminded her. She gave a sputtering laugh as I pulled a tissue from my pocket and handed it to her. Tragedy averted, she kissed me again. I took her hand, and we headed to the ballroom.

The dinner was organized into tables of eight. Several women stopped Moira and complimented her dress, or her shoes. She blushed and thanked them, and I stood just a bit taller every time. I got several impressed looks from some of the men, a few from women, and even a very predatory look from a woman who looked to be ten years older than me as we sought our table. The places were numbered, and we found our table after exploring the floor for a few moments.

"I'm too excited to sit down," Moira informed me when we arrived at our table, which was still empty. We were a little early, but I wanted to show off Moira as much as possible.

"Then I think we should get a drink," I told her.

"Good idea," she agreed. I escorted her to the bar. The bartender was around Moira's age, and he looked like he was going to throw out a flirty comment as we walked up to the bar -- he had a subdued but insolent grin on his face. Then he looked at me. He was closer to Moira's size than mine, and, as he realized she was with me, his grin disintegrated into a placid, generic expression of servility. He filled our drinks with the minimum necessary amount of interaction. Moira smiled at him, and I put a decent tip in the jar.

"Poor guy," she said once we were out of earshot of the bar. "You kinda scared him."

"I was my usual, charming self," I told her. As far as I was concerned, I hadn't needed to do anything. Before we were even engaged in conversation, he had flipped to an obsequious demeanor. Had he not done so, or at least, had he been overt in ogling or flirted excessively with Moira, I might have asserted my presence more, but I never felt the need to be anything other than my usual dealing-with-people self.

"You were your usual, kinda terrifying self," she replied. I was startled at how her thought paralleled mine, but made me see if from a different side. I frowned, and my steps faltered, thinking about the morning when I had almost completely lost control of my desire for her, and only her flinch of fear had snapped me out of it. My face betrayed my thoughts, and Moira read them clearly. "Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean it like that." She reached up and put a hand on my cheek. I held it there and closed my eyes. "You don't scare me. I know what a teddy bear you are, but no one in their right mind would mess with you for no reason. It's not just your size. You're... intense, I guess. You gave him the same look you gave the sushi menu."

I had always considered myself focused and analytical. I could mentally disassemble complex structures and concepts without much conscious effort, but I had never considered what that looked like from the outside. I knew it was just how I processed things to understand them. Apparently, my predilections for mentally dismantling things was almost palpable to people when I was trying to do the same to them.

"I'm glad you're not scared of me. I couldn't live with myself if you always saw me that way when you looked at me. I never want to see that look of fear on your face again." The last bit of that conversation had taken place a few steps from our table, and I knew the couple now seated there had witnessed part of our exchange, even if they had not heard what was said. The guy looked around the room, embarrassed, but the woman gave us a warm, knowing smile as we approached the table.

"You two are the cutest couple," she gushed when we arrived. Moira blushed.

"Thank you, but any cuteness is all thanks to her." I replied, looking at Moira. She smiled up at me. I gestured to Moira. "Hi, this is Moira, and I'm Craig." She took Moira's hand, and then mine.

"I'm Beth, and this is Mike." She put her hand on her, judging from the rings, husband's shoulder, and he jumped. His attempt to avoid embarrassing eye contact had left him totally oblivious to what was happening at the table.

"Huh? Oh, hi, Mike Watson." He stood, offering his hand to me, and then Moira. He froze for a second, eyes going wide, finally actually seeing Moira. Beth elbowed him in the ribs when she saw he had zoned out again.

"She's taken, and so are you," she harassed him playfully. His eyes got even wider, and I found myself looking for water in case his collar caught fire, which seemed a distinct possibility, judging from the color of his face. Beth patted his shoulder comfortingly, and then asked him to go get them some drinks. He seemed grateful for the escape, and fled to the bar.

"He's a little out of his element tonight. He's not big on large social scenes with people he doesn't know, but he's very generous, and this was his idea, so I'm really proud of him." Beth explained. We exchanged background information, and I got a familiar appraising look when Beth found out Moira was still a student. Even with the beard all one color, she knew I was appreciably older than Moira. She was glad to hear I was a tech nerd, though. Mike designed computer hardware for luxury cars, and she hoped I would be able to draw him out some, since we had a common background. 

"You have to tell me where you got those shoes," Beth said to Moira.

"Sorry, the woman who told me about the place made me promise not to tell anyone about it," Moira replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah. The woman working at the store told me the same thing."

"How strange."

"It's a local thing, I guess. I love your bracelet." Beth was wearing a thick, diamond tennis bracelet made of alternating black and champagne diamonds.

"Thank you. We met at Georgia Tech, and these are the school colors. Mike gave it to me for our 20th anniversary. "

"Congratulations," Moira and I said together.

"Thank you," she said. Her face went wistfully slack for a moment. Mike returned with their drinks, and she stood and kissed him. He was definitely uncomfortable for a second, obviously not a PDA guy, but I could tell he adored his wife, and he was doing everything he could to ensure she enjoyed her evening. I turned to smile at Moira, and she was already smiling at me. Well, when in Rome.... I leaned over and kissed her.

Mike seemed to relax a little at this point. As our conversation flowed, a few more people arrived at our table. Then the one thing I was really hoping to avoid happened. It was a good-natured question, but the answers ranged from rather awkward to potentially emotionally devastating.

"So, Moira, how did this big lug end up here tonight with you?" Moira stiffened, and clutched my hand. Her face froze, and Beth knew she'd stepped into something. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it with a complete stranger. It's not really my business."

"It's nothing like that, not really." She looked at me, and I squeezed her hand in support."My... my brother died when he was very young. He spent half a year in the childrens' ward of a hospital. It was so sad there. I support anything that brings some joy to kids like that."

I saw Beth tearing up, and I was doing the same. Mike handed her a handkerchief and put a hand on her shoulder. She leaned toward him and dabbed her face. Moira squeezed my hand, favoring me with a brave smile, and in that moment I was so proud of her strength I almost teared up again. 

"Thank you, for sharing that with me," Beth said eventually. "Knowing that, and sitting here with you, it makes this evening that much more special." She reached out and squeezed Moira's other hand for a second, and then rested her head on her husband's shoulder. 

The rest of the dinner, and the charity auction afterward, went by quickly, until Moira put her hand on my thigh and began working it slowly upward. I flinched slightly when she caressed a spot on my inner thigh about an inch below where my balls were resting. Beth noticed and put on a sly, knowing smile. Then Mike slammed both his hands down on the table, making plates, silverware and glasses rattle, and froze. Beth's smile just got wider, and she winked at Moira. Mike began to sweat. Beth teased him for a moment before she pushed back from the table and asked Moira to join her in a trip to the powder room. Mike was still a little shaken, so I offered to refill drinks for the four of us while the girls were gone. He nodded distractedly.

When I returned with the drinks, Moira and Beth had already returned, and Mike's eyes were wide. Beth was whispering into his ear, and he was swallowing roughly and repeatedly. I looked from Mike and Beth to Moira, who gave me a knowing smile, held out a hand, and said, "Dance with me?"

People half-filled a parquet dance floor in the center of the room. I took her hand and led her there, noticing she had her other hand balled into a fist. When we got to the dance floor, she slid behind me and circled me before ending up back in front of me. I felt a tug at my pocket as she went past. I stuck my hand in, and my fingers found soft lace. I rolled it between my fingers for a second before I dawned on me what it was.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, swaying slowly with me, and then stretched her mouth up to my ear. "Mike has a pocketful, too. Apparently, he and Beth are pretty wild with some of their friends, and she's the wildest. She offered me a ...trade." She pulled back, and I quirked an eyebrow at her, knowing she hadn't said yes. "Are you intrigued?" she asked me.

"She seems like a nice woman, and I never would have guessed at the wild side, considering the way Mike freaked out a little earlier, but no way would I trade you for anyone," I told her.

"Damn right you wouldn't," she replied emphatically. She leaned in again to whisper to me. "I turned her down, but I told her she could pretend she was fucking my ... tasty hunk of man meat. She'd do it in a heartbeat. The underwear thing was her idea."

"Well, I'm glad you weren't ready to be done with me and cast me off," I replied. Her face went very serious.

"I don't think I ever will be," she said. She looked surprised and a little concerned that she'd said it.

"Good, because I don't think you'll ever be able to get rid of me." I kissed her, and then held her against me as we danced. She rested her head on my chest with a content sigh.

I'm not much of a dancer, but I loved every second I spent with Moira on that dance floor. I admit, I enjoyed showing her off, but I got the must pleasure from the waves of joy cascading off Moira. Every step made her smile. I let her dance around me, holding her when she wanted to be close, moving with her when she spun away. Eventually, my mild-mannered exhibitionism hit a peak as I noticed a space had cleared around us and as many people were watching us as dancing. Moira laughed when I dipped her, and the crowd "oohh"d as I kissed her. When I pulled her back up, she was panting as her eyes drilled into me.

"We need to get out of here," she said.

We made our way back to our table and said goodnight to Beth and Mike. Hugs went all around, and Mike shook my hand. "I have to thank you, but I can't tell you why," he said quietly.

"Don't worry, I know what's in your pocket, and you're welcome, although you should probably be thanking Moira."

"Heh, yeah," he replied.

"Do me a favor, though," I said, tugging up one corner of my mouth. "Make her say she loves your 'tasty hunk of man mean.' Trust me. It'll be worth it." He blushed, but nodded.

"Don't you hurt her," Beth told me as I hugged her.

"Never," I said. 

She locked eyes with me for a second. "No, no I don't think you ever would," she said, smiling slightly.

Beth and Moira hugged like old friends, and with a last, "Goodnight," Moira and I left the ballroom. My heart started pounding as soon as the elevators were in sight. I could feel Moira trembling slightly on my arm. An open elevator was waiting, and, mercifully, no one else got on before I could get the door closed. As soon as they shut, I hit the button for our floor, and then wrapped my arms around Moira, holding her tight against me. We both took shuddering, deep breaths. I turned her face up to mine, and saw contentment and excitement. I kissed her forehead softly. When the doors opened onto our floor, I escorted her to my room.

I opened the door, and held it aside for her to enter first. I had deliberately left off all the lights. She took a couple quick steps into the room before flipping the light switch. When the lights snapped on, she gasped. Ten dozen white roses sat in vases scattered around the room. Another dozen had been split into six pairs of two; those couples lay intertwined throughout the room as well, including one pair on the bed. The last dozen had been reduced to petals, also strewn around the room and on the bed, except for the pile I'd strategically placed just inside the door. I sneaked in behind her, picked up that pile and waited, letting her take in what she was seeing. She turned to me, those gorgeous almond eyes as wide as I have ever seen them, totally speechless. I sprinkled the petals over her head.




Push Me Ch. 03



"I wanted it to snow for you," I told her. Her eyes filled briefly with tears before a look of feral desire took over her face, She threw herself at me, kissing me wildly, desperately. I ran my hands up her back and returned the kiss with the hunger that I felt for her. She broke away and directed a pleading look at me.

"I'm sorry if you have other plans, but I can't wait any longer. Please, make love to me." 

I kissed her again, softly this time, passionate, but not urgent. The moment had arrived, but moments don't have to be quick.

Still kissing her, I unzipped her dress. She shrugged out of it, and it puddled on the floor at her feet. She pushed me away and stood back, hips cocked to the side, hands on them, proudly displaying herself to me. She was only wearing a white bustier. Her thong was still in my pocket, completely forgotten. The cups of the bustier didn't cover all of her nipples, and I saw two slim crescents of darker, puckered skin peeking over the tops.

She turned her back to me, looking at me over the shoulder. "Little help?" she prompted. I stepped up behind her and grabbed the round globes of her ass firmly, eliciting a pleased moan from Moira, before slowly moving my hands up her back, and undoing the clasps. When the last one was unhooked, Moira held the bustier to her chest, and then turned to face me.

"This IS supposed to be the big reveal, although...." Her look downward said it all. She let loose a sparkling laugh that put a huge grin on my face. She danced and turned slowly, hands on her abdomen to hold her lingerie in place. Then she whipped it to the side and continued dancing, arms over her head. Every silken curve and tone muscle was on display as she moved for me. She sashayed to the bed, her hips mesmerizing me as she went. She sat on the edge, crossed her legs at her knees, and crooked a finger at me. Lightning shot from that finger and jolted me into action.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, and shed my jacket, tie and shirt as I approached the bed. I captured her hands with mine as she reached for my belt, placing them around my neck, and then lifted her up and placed her in the center of the bed. "Patience, my sweet," I murmured, before kissing her. She pressed her mouth to mine, her tongue darting out to taste me. We spent a few moments lost in the kiss, as if it was the entire goal. But I could only restrain my hunger for her for so long. I lifted her arms off my neck, and placed them on the bed above her head. "Patience," I whispered again, our eyes locked. 

Then I conquered her body with my mouth.I covered her face with feathery kisses, and then kissed, licked and sucked on her neck. She purred as I moved down to her shoulders and kissed her from side to side, just over the tops of her breasts. I rubbed my nose and chin into the valley between them before covering each luscious orb with kisses, deliberately neglecting each nipple until the surrounding flesh had been thoroughly worshiped. I flicked my tongue against one nipple, and then drew lazy circles around it. She whimpered, and I felt her hips shifting on the bed, fidgeting with excitement.

I captured the other nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. "Oh, Craig," she moaned, wrapping her hands around my neck and pressing me against her. I rolled her other nipple gently between my fingers. Her stomach fluttered, and a deep moan slid from her throat. I moved my mouth from that nipple slowly down one side of her body, kissing, licking, sucking and nipping with my teeth. I kissed the side of her hip, and then worked my way across to the other hip, skimming the skin just above her exposed, hardened clit. "Please," she mumbled, "please don't tease me anymore."

I spread her legs and pressed my tongue against the flushed lips of her sex. Her breath caught in her throat, and she panted raggedly I licked her pussy with long, firm licks, sometimes sucking her inner lips into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. She rubbed her thighs against my smooth scalp, and I shivered at the feel of smooth skin on smooth skin. A constant stream of whimpered "mmm"s poured from her as I loved her with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her clit, slipping a finger into her sodden pussy. As I slowly stroked her hot, wet depths, she rocked her hips against my face. I latched onto her clit, sucking as I fingered her deeply, and she exploded.

"MmmmMM AHH AHH AHH AHHHHHH!" she screamed, clutching my head to her dripping pussy as her orgasm rocked her. She went limp after a few seconds, and I kissed my way slowly back up her body, letting her recover.

Once she caught her breath, she pulled my face up to hers and gave me a deadly serious look. "I need you, now," she informed me. I stood up from the bed and whipped off the rest of my clothing. Then I slowly moved atop Moira. She shuddered as my half-hard cock brushed against her thigh, and then turned her head slightly away from me.

"Hey, look at me," I said gently, caressing her cheek and directing her face back toward mine. "You're in control here. I promise." She nodded and gave me a relieved smile. Then, with a devious look, she reached down and grasped my manhood, stroking it slowly. I kissed her hungrily, dropping one hand down to grip that gorgeous ass I loved so much. She returned the favor, using both hands on my butt to pull my hips down against hers. I felt the smooth, wet heat of her pussy against my cock, and my desire roared to new heights. My cocked jumped against her clit in time with my heartbeat as I ground into her, and she gasped with every throb of my pulse.

I sat back and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit. She looked at me, bit her lip, and nodded, certain this was what she wanted. I pressed just the head slowly into her waiting pussy, and she threw her head back, eyes closed. I gave her a moment to acclimate, and then slid in a little deeper. She rolled her hips up to meet me, and I had to hold back the urge to bury myself in her. Instead, I withdrew almost completely, and then fucked her very slowly and shallowly. Her thighs were clenched, and her fingers gripped the sheets. Again, I gave her time to adjust. After a moment she relaxed, opened her eyes, and then held her arms out to me, showing me she was ready. I leaned forward, pressed my lips against hers, and slowly sunk as deeply into her as I could. She was kissing me urgently now, whimpering into my mouth. "Do it, please," she said when I pressed up against a barrier. I gripped her hips and pushed into her, slowly but firmly. A small cry escaped her lips when her hymen finally tore. I held her against me, perfectly still until the pain subsided. 

After a short moment, her breathing evened out and her eyes opened. She smiled up at me, pulled my face down to hers and said, "Love me," before attacking my lips with hers. I gripped her hips and stroked deeply and slowly in and out. She lifted her hips to meet me as I pressed into her. "Yes, yes yes yes yes," she said. I clutched her tight against me as I gradually sped up, thrusting deeply and rapidly into her. Her hot, wet center gripped me eagerly. Moira wrapped her limbs around me, clutching me tightly, and whimpering constantly as we made love for the first time. The world faded away. Every time her fingertips brushed my skin, she left searing tracks. My ears were filled with the rasping of her breath, the sounds of her ecstasy. The exquisite sensations of our joining quickly drove us to peaks previously unexperienced. She dug her nails into my back as she crested those peaks. "Ohh CRAAIIG!" she screamed.

When she yelled my name, the love that came with it filled me. Yes, her body was intoxicating. Yes, she exuded a passion for life that took my breath away, but the joy and affection I felt just from her saying my name set me ablaze like nothing ever had. Her orgasm dragged me with it -- her voice, her body, the feel of her ecstasy, all unbiddable. I truly climaxed with her, not along side her. 

"Moiraaaaa!" I roared as I empty myself into her. I shook as my orgasm ripped me apart. I collapsed, completely drained, on top of her. We both lay unmoving and senseless for a moment. When I rolled to the side and pulled her to me, we held each other tightly. I felt her breath on me, each puff a cloud of embers kissing my skin.

As I lay there with Moira in my arms, I understood the idea of "making love" in a momentously new way. I had always just considered that to be a way of saying "having sex with someone you love." But it wasn't. Making love was exactly that -- an act of two people that increased the love between them. Without the intimacy and trust that came from a loving relationship, that new, fresh love would not be created, and feelings could eventually go stale. They say it takes two to tango, but that's just sex. Making love is like a rechargeable battery - the power that flows out just makes room for more, and when the circuit is complete, love is never lost, only gained.

Moira began to tremble in my arms. She buried her face in my neck and whispered, "Thank you," over and over.

"I love you, Moira." Her head shot up, and her eyes locked on mine, her face totally blank. I started to worry that my universe was about to completely unravel. Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me fiercely. 

"I love you, too," she said. We held each other, we laughed, and we wept tears of joy, both totally overwhelmed. Then, with Moira sheltered in my arms, we slept, completely at peace.

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Author's Post Script -- Child's Play is a real charity, folks. They deserve anything you can give them. Thanks for reading.



Push Me Ch. 04



** Author's note: This is part four of a series. I recommend you read the first three parts first. Special editing thanks to SlySubmissive. 

*

I awoke to find Moira's nude form draped across the bed facedown, that succulent ass pointing right at me. I leaned down and nipped it gently with my teeth. She flinched slightly, but didn't wake, so I did it again, a little harder. She jumped, sat up, spun around wild-eyed, and flung herself against the headboard. Then her eyes focused on me, and she sagged in relief.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I was dreaming I was a happy, floating ball of cotton candy," she said distantly. She turned a dark look on me, and, in an equally dark voice said, "Then someone bit me." I clamped my lips tight, doing everything I could not to burst out laughing. She slid down the bed, right up against me. "Careful," she said with a smoky, sexy look, "I bite back." I gave her an insolent grin, and she pounced. I enjoyed how strong she was. I had always been a little reserved when it came to aggressive physical contact with women -- concerned that, either they were more delicate, or I was stronger than I realized. Between dancing with Moira, and feeling how her body responded to my touch, I was confident I could be strong with her without hurting her. 

For now, I let her win, since there wasn't really an outcome in which I didn't win. She straddled my hips, and my breath caught. She was a flawless sculpture of woman. Her firm, toned thighs gripped my mid-section. They led to full, round hips and a wonderfully, squeezably full butt -- muscular without being hard. Her narrow waist emphasized her high breasts, perfect hand-fulls capped with milk-chocolate nipples. Her lush lips spread in a smile below her dark, almond eyes.

I ran my hands up the silken, olive skin of her thighs to her hips, and then cupped her butt with both hands, kneading it gently. She lowered herself slowly to lie on my chest as she brought her lips to mine. We kissed leisurely, in no hurry to do anything more. She felt so perfect against me.

When Moira sat back, she wore a look of amazed contentment. "Thank you for last night, for knowing how to make me unafraid, for being so gentle." She brought her mouth back to mine for a long, sensual kiss, capped by her pulling away and taking my bottom lip with her. She dragged her nipples up my chest as she kissed her way to my ear. 

"Now, fuck me," she whispered, biting my ear lobe.

A hoarse, "Ahhh!" shot from my convulsing chest. The earlobe thing has always driven me wild. My hands clenched on her smooth butt. I rolled us over and attacked her mouth with mine. We desperately tried to devour each other. Lips and tongues fought for dominance as I ground my hips against hers. She whimpered into my mouth as my hardness pressed against her clit, and then she renewed her attack.

I broke free, placed a few kisses on her chest, and then dove straight for a hard nipple. Still with one hand on her ass, I moved the other to her unoccupied breast and cupped it firmly. Moira wrapped her hands around my head and pressed her chest against me. The cutest, "ooh ooh ooh", came from Moira as I worshiped her with my mouth and hands. I sucked and licked at both nipples, drawing them to taut peaks. 

I sat back and pulled her with me, settling her into my lap with her legs around me so she could lean against me instead of pushing herself up at me. I slid the hand on her butt down to her pussy and rubbed her lips gently. She pressed herself downward against my hand and sucked in a breath through her teeth. I slipped a finger into her and found that she was soaking wet. I was rock hard, and she was ready for me.

I lifted her up slightly, and then settled her down with the head of my throbbing shaft against her lips. She gasped. I put my hands on her hips and slowly guided her downward. She was unbelievably tight, but so wet I slid in with a deliciously perfect amount of resistance.

Once I was fully embedded, she kissed me and began a slow rise and fall, pushing herself up out my lap with her thighs before relaxing and sliding back down. I recaptured her fantastic ass with both hands, marveling at the feel of her firm musculature flexing and relaxing. Her kiss became more aggressive as she sped up, until she was bouncing too fast to keep up the lip lock. She threw her head back and shuddered with a small orgasm, pressing herself firmly into my lap and grinding her clit against my pelvis. 

When her orgasm subsided, she grabbed my face with both hands and locked eyes with me.

"I said, 'fuck me,'" she reminded me.

I let my inner vampire loose, latching onto her neck as I pushed her backwards. Kissing and licking at her neck, shoulders and face, I began thrusting into her with firm deep strokes. Moira dug her nails into my back and began arching her hips up to meet me. Every stroke was a jolt of electricity into each of us. We were a cacophony of "mmm"s, "ohh"s and "ahh"s -- mindless sounds provided by blood-deprived brains and given life by convulsing diaphragms. I sped up, and we both got louder. She wrapped her legs around me, and I pressed her into the mattress with every downward thrust. I crushed her into the bed and buried my cock to the hilt, grinding my pelvic bone into her clit, making small circles with my hips. Moira's nails scored my back with deep furrows as she screamed through another climax. Her clenching muscles gripped me and coaxed out my approaching orgasm. I pressed myself into her as deeply as possible as every muscle in my body locked, and I unloaded inside her with a series of animalistic grunts.

I collapsed on top of her, still holding myself up slightly to keep from crushing her. She pulled me tighter, cooing happily into my shoulder. After a moment of recovery, I moved to roll to the side, but Moira clutched me to her.

"I like the feel of you on top of me," she told me plaintively.

"Well, far be it for me to disappoint you." I kissed her nose then pressed us tightly together, my mind short-circuiting at the feel of her bare skin against mine.

After a short rest, I carried Moira to the shower, where we spent more than enough time to get extremely wrinkly while we leisurely explored each other's bodies. We cleaned each other gently, memorizing every inch. Moira had a small white scar on her hip I'd never noticed before.

"I fell out of a truck bed when I was seven and landed on a piece of glass," she explained. She chuckled at the fish-shaped birthmark high on the outside of my right thigh; it was just an oval and a triangular shape. I'd never thought of it as a fish until she described it that way, but it did look like one. I spent several minutes washing her breasts while standing behind her. 

"I think they're clean now," she said.

"Ah, but are they equivalent?"

"What?"

"I'm just trying to figure out if one is bigger than the other. There's a difference, but it's very small." She immediately palmed both her breasts and weighed them in her hands.

"You're right," she said, surprised at herself. "The right one is bigger, just a bit, but it is."

"Told you so." I stuck out my tongue at her as payback for her previous disbelief.

"If your tongue is bored, I can think of something for it to do," she said, with a mocking tone. It sounded like a good idea to me. I put my hands on her arms and pushed her toward the wall of the shower gently but firmly. She gasped as her nude body, warm from the water, came in contact with cold stone. She jumped away from it, but I immediately pinned her back up against it. I leaned in to tower over her, my face deadly serious, my eyes wide with hunger for her. I held her immobile while I devoured her with my eyes.

"Are you afraid?" I asked in a deep husk.

"A little." Her voice was meek, but her eyes never left mine. "I know if you wanted to completely overpower me, you could, but I know you won't hurt me, and you'd never force me. It freaks me out a little to think that there's not much I could do physically to stop you from doing anything you wanted, but it turns me on to know that you'd listen to me and to know that if I surrender control, I can take it back at any time just by saying so."

"Oh, I don't know about ANY time." Her eyes widened in surprise as my mouth descended on hers. A squeaky moan resonated in the back of her throat as a shudder shot through her. She lifted her hands to put them around me, but I captured her wrists and held them at her sides, never breaking the kiss. I didn't use any force to hold them there, but my hands on her arms kept her from moving them. She whimpered into my mouth, but kissed me harder.

She began to writhe in my grip, rubbing her body against mine however she could. I had my ankles against hers, and my knees against her thighs as well. She couldn't move her legs any more than she could her arms. Still I just kissed her. My rampant erection was stabbing her in the stomach, and she began to twist her hips back and forth to rub her shower-slick skin against the sensitive underside of my cock. A deep rumble issued from my throat, and I felt her shiver in my grasp.

I wanted to do so many things to her, I went into a temporary overload. I didn't function well in most situations without a plan, an agenda, bullet points to check off, or some sort of stated end goal, preferable with clearly defined way-points. Right then, I wanted everything, and I wanted it all at the same time. I wanted my hands to be everywhere. I wanted my mouth to be everywhere. I wanted her in every position. I wanted to be fucking her at every imaginable speed, with every conceivable rhythm. I started to shut down, to totally freeze up. I couldn't decide a next step. I lost any ability to prioritize. So I gave up, and I let the part of my brain that had all these big ideas work out how to get there by itself.

It turns out it was up to the task. Conscious thought left me, and, for the first time in my life, I just...let go.

I spun Moira around, aggressively, but as gently as I could at this point, put her hands against the shower wall at shoulder height, and wrapped my arms around her. I cupped her pussy and pressed my palm against her clit while the other hand went to her breasts. Moira pressed her perfect ass against me. I molded every inch of her to me. I pinched and tugged at her nipples as I slipped a finger into her. 

"Oh fuck, fuck yes." Moira whimpered, pressing her butt against me. I grasped my shaft and sunk myself fully into her in one slow push. The feel of her slick walls wrapped around me was delirium. I moved slowly in and out in long strokes for several minutes, just enjoying the sensation of her smooth channel gripping me. I lost myself in that action -- in and out, back and forth. I varied the speed and the depths of my stoke. I held her ass with both hands, then her hips, then her breasts. I think she came twice while I buried myself in her over and over. I put my hands on her shoulders as I began to pump harder and faster and she leaned forward to take me as deeply as possible. With no worries about what I had accomplished, and how things should end, my subsequent orgasm was a glorious release.

Still breathing roughly, we quickly rinsed and toweled off, and then stumbled to the bed. I flopped on my back and she nestled into the crook of my arm. 

"That was amazing," Moira said after a few moments. "You just...took everything you wanted, and I could feel it. I could feel how much you wanted me."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm."

"I've... I've never done that before. There was so much I wanted to do to you, so much I wanted to experience, that I couldn't think at all. I had to stop caring about the destination and focus on the journey." I frowned. "I never really understood that expression before, but now it makes perfect sense. I guess maybe I haven't had many pleasant journeys." Moira gave me a sad look. I stroked her cheek, and I smiled. "But this one... Best... trip... ever. It's so amazing, I don't even care about a destination. Every second with you is a mission accomplished, and perfect in its own way. I love you, Moira."

"I love you too, Craig." She dropped her head against my shoulder, and we slept.

After a wonderful nap, we woke famished. I ordered room service, which we enjoyed thoroughly. Then I remembered a forgotten portion of last night's plan.

"I believe you promised to be dessert last night," I reminded Moira.

"Oh? I thought that had already happened."

"Well, while I did enjoy my complete consumption of you, I had something else in mind."

"Really?" Moira asked excitedly. She stood and slowly began to untie the robe she was wearing. "I was hoping you had some plans for the hotel, because, as you can see...," she finished untying the belt to her robe and dropped it to the floor, "I can't go anywhere, since I'm naked."

"Well, I believe the agenda for today mentions copious amount of 'naked time', so that won't be a problem." I went to her and kissed her tenderly, my hands on her hips. "Go lay down on the bed." I watched her sweet, swaying ass as she walked. She laid down on her side, one arm draped over her hip, the other propping up her head. "Nuh uh, no peaking. On your back, eyes closed," I told her. She gave me a cripplingly sexy, pouty look, but complied.

I shed my robe, and then took a dozen chocolate-covered strawberries on long sticks in a vase from the room fridge. Then, making my way to the bed, I cupped a strawberry in my hands, still on the stick, and huffed warm air onto it. I wanted cool, not cold, for now.

"Remember, eyes closed," I told Moira. I caressed her lips with the blunt, chocolate-covered end of a strawberry. After a few passes, I leaned down until my face was right above hers. I pressed my lips flat to hers to spread the chocolate, and then kissed her messily. She "mmm"ed into my mouth, her tongue dancing aggressively against my lips. Once the chocolate taste had abated, I pressed the strawberry slowly between her lips, letting her suck and lick it. Once her lips were coated again, I dove in for another kiss, pressing myself against her as I did. She kissed me back wildly, throwing her arms around my neck.

I basked in the kiss and the feel of her skin against mine for a moment, and then backed away. I slid the strawberry along her parted lips, against her tongue, and she took a bite. 

"That's almost as good as sex," she moaned.

"Feeling a little 'disappointing' over here," I said, with mock frustration. She giggled, and I took a bite. Smooth, unctuous, dark chocolate melted in my mouth and mixed with a flood of incredibly sweet, fruity juice. "OK, yeah those are really fucking good." I fed Moira another bite, and then downed the last bite myself. Not only were these strawberries delicious, they were enormous.

"I'm glad I can trust you to keep your eyes closed," I said as I took another strawberry from the vase. A thin layer of condensation covered it. I began to draw slow circles around one of Moira's nipples. She flinched as she gasped, and then shivered as her nipple rapidly tightened. I took a second strawberry and began to give the other nipple the same treatment. Moira sucked in several ragged breaths.

I teased Moira until her milk-chocolate nipples were a much darker shade. She whimpered when I stopped, and then gasped and arched her back off the bed as I took one into my warm mouth. Her hands clamped down on the back of my head and one of my wrists. The wispy, squeaky "oohh"s that I loved crawled from her mouth. I sucked her nipple clean before moving to the other one. Moira began to moan and whimper louder as I flicked my tongue repeatedly through it's chocolate glaze before sucking her entire breast into my mouth and bathing it with my tongue.

With both nipples clean, I pulled free of Moira's insistent grasp. Using one of the half-melted strawberries, I began to draw a line of chocolate from her bottom lip slowly down her body. I crested her chin, traced down her neck, slightly off-center, over her collar bone, between her breasts, right over her cute little belly button, and stopped right above her slit. My work of edible art complete, I fed her half of the strawberry, and then squeezed some juice onto her lips. I planted fluttering kisses all around her mouth, while her lips begged me silently. Content with my ministrations, I kissed her, the earthy, nutty chocolate flavors and berry sweetness enhancing the taste of her.

Then I destroyed some art. I started with sucking kisses on her chin and neck, finishing them with a lick. When I got to her chest, I spun to face down her body, and began to remove the chocolate in long licks. When I began to swirl my tongue in her navel, Moira giggled, and reached up to grasp my erection. She started stroking me slowly. I was glad to feel she wasn't in a hurry; I had plans, and, sometimes, plans are good things.

I finished licking off the chocolate between her belly button and her pubic mound, being careful not to get too close to her slightly-parted lips. Her abs clenched when I dragged my tongue over recently shaved skin, and her delicate fingers tightened their grip on my shaft.

New strawberry in hand, I licked the chocolate to melt it before drawing a long, thin line on each of Moira's inner thighs. They quivered as I removed the sweet lines with a sweeping tongue. With all the chocolate removed, I slowly slid my tongue between her swollen lips. She gasped loudly as I tasted her, mixing her musky, spicy flavor with the chocolate still on my palate. I slid a finger gently into her, and she moaned, urging me deeper. I used my finger to smear her juices on the strawberry. I crawled up her and, with my face right over hers, said, "Open," as I tapped her lips. She slowly parted them and presented her tongue, resting it on her bottom lip. I placed the strawberry on her tongue. When she drew it into her mouth, her eyes shot open in surprise, and then narrowed to a smokey stare. She chewed languidly, never taking her eyes from mine. As soon as she swallowed, I kissed her hungrily.

I backed away from the kiss and said, "There are still six more strawberries. I thought maybe I would let you wield them." No further encouragement was necessary. She shoved me onto my back and leaped off the bed.

"Mwuhaha," she intoned. I barked a laugh. She plucked two strawberry-capped sticks from the foam block in the vase. Her narrowed-eyed gazed locked onto me. "Eyes closed, and keep them that way, mister."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, laying back and closing my eyes.

I felt the bed sink as she climbed on and straddled one of my thighs. A blossom of cold erupted in the middle of the right side of my chest, and a terse "Oh!" escaped my mouth in surprise. She proceeded to leave cold streaks of chocolate all over my arms, torso and legs in a random pattern -- each one eliciting a gasp or shiver from me as the cool coating of the sweet fruit left unanticipated frigid smears. Cool daubs were quickly replaced by a warm tongue as Moira licked me clean. I fought back the urge to grab her and take her. I felt like a hypocrite after counseling patients last night, but I yearned for her so deeply my head pounded and my chest ached.

"Moira, I want you so badly right now. I don't know how much more I can take."

She froze, and then sat back on her heels, motionless for a moment. She climbed off the bed, and I flinched when her sweet, warm breath caressed my ear and cheek.

"If you want me, you could just ask."

I froze. I knew what I wanted to say, but some stupid quasi-gender role bullshit put the kibosh on it at first. Why did it seem so awkward? It took me a mental moment to realize that, for some reason, it felt like admitting a weakness. It was something she had said just last night -- something that had changed my life -- and it didn't imply any weakness to me then. From her lips, it wielded immense power. So why was it so hard to accept that I could say the same thing without a negative connotation?




Push Me Ch. 04



I opened my eyes, and there she was. My angel, her face only a few inches from mine. She wore an adoring smile, and I melted when I saw it, along with my reservations. Her love made me stronger, not weaker.

"Make love to me, please?" I asked. I watched her smile descend to meet mine. We kissed passionately, strawberries and chocolate still fresh on our mouths, tongues and lips caressing tongues and lips. I dragged her onto the bed and rolled on top of her, our mouths still locked together. Moira immediately reached down, grasped my shaft, and pulled me to her entrance. I sunk exquisitely slowly into her and we groaned in unison. I pressed myself against her and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. 

I worked slowly and deeply in her, enjoying the heat and wetness wrapped around me. Her breath was ragged, and she gripped me tightly against her.

"You feel so good. You fill me so perfectly," she whimpered. I covered her face and neck with kisses. Her hands gripped me more urgently, and I began to fuck her harder. She gasped loudly, and short "uhn"s began to pour from her every time I penetrated her deeply. I gripped her ass with both hands and buried myself in hot, wet pussy. Her nails dug into my back. She threw her head back in a silent scream and began hoisting her hips to meet mine.

Her silken muscles gripped my shaft in time with my thrusts. The ecstasy emanating from our joining was all-consuming, and left no room for conscious thought. In no time, we were both lost to passion, writhing and thrusting against each other.

"I'm close. Cum with me, please." Moira gasped between moans. I held her tightly as I drove deeply and forcefully into her. Her muscles locked as she shook with her climax, and she screamed, "Craig!!!"

Seeing and hearing her orgasm took me over the top, and I clutched her tightly against me as I yelled, "Moira!" while I came deep inside her.

Totally spent, we collapsed into a boneless pile, two sets of lungs struggling to draw sufficient oxygen. "Holy shit," Moira gasped after a few moments.

"Uh huh," I replied. That started Moira giggling, which set me off, and we continued to work at catching our breath between fits of laughter. 

"I think I need another shower," Moira said, once we both finally calmed down. "Someone got chocolate all over me, and I do mean just a shower."

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I'm not capable of anything else right now."

She reached down and cupped my groin. "Aww, did I wear you out?" she asked with a smirk while she caressed me.

"A temporary problem only, I assure you. Nothing could extinguish my desire for you." We kissed languidly for a few moments before I headed to the bathroom to start the shower. After a quick rinse, and some tender caresses born from affection more than lust, we were both clean and content. Then I looked at the clock.

"Shit. Our plane leaves in 3 hours. We gotta get moving."

Packing, the taxi to the airport, the usual airport rigamarole, and the flight home were uneventful, but extremely quiet. Then we got in my car. The weight of leaving the hotel, and Chicago, suddenly hit us both. I reached over and grasped Moira's hand, smiling more bravely than I felt. She smiled back, but I saw the concern in her eyes. 

"Craig, I'm scared." Moira told me.

"Me too. I don't know where this is going. I don't know what's going to happen now, but I know I can't stop thinking about you. I know that I want to be around you every second possible. I don't want to supplant your life, but I desperately want to be a part of it, and I want you to be part of mine. I'm terrified of being clingy or obsessive, but I don't want to downplay my affection, or risk any chance that you don't know how amazing I think you are, and how important you are to me. I know the last few days have been very emotionally intense. They'd made me feel alive, more than anything ever has. I guess I'm just trying to say that, well, I'll take every bit of you I can get. I'll be thrilled to have it, and I'll never demand or expect more than you want to give. I just want to be with you." 

I delivered all that without taking my eyes from the road. When she didn't respond, I turned my head to catch her face from the corner of my eye. She reached out and wrapped her hand around mine. Her eyes were misty, but a broad smile covered her face. 

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

"I was so scared that you would tell me this couldn't be anything more after this weekend. That I was too young. That you had your own life and didn't need me around."

"I need you near me more than I have ever needed anything. I was afraid you'd say the same about me. Except that I'm too old."

"Never. In fact, don't ever color your beard again."

"Yes, dear." I grinned at her and she beamed at me. I almost forgot I was driving and leaned over to kiss her. Not a good idea in the dark on I-26.

"But...," Moira hesitated, "I do need you to take me home. I have class tomorrow. As much as I hate the idea of sleeping alone."

"Of course, and, me too." We held hands quietly for the rest of the drive. I soaked in her calming presence and the low hum of the road as I marveled at my most important discovery -- honestly discussing feelings really works!

Fifteen minutes later, we were at her apartment. I popped the trunk and hopped out, grabbing Moira's small green suitcase and carrying it to her door. I set it down on the narrow wooden porch in front of the door, and then scooped her into my arms and kissed her. She melted against me, and we spent several minutes enjoying our parting kiss.

Then we heard, "You dyed your fucking beard!"

"Hi, Shelly," I said. Moira shot daggers at Shelly, dropping her head against my chest.

"OK, sorry, you two can get back to swapping spit. I'll take your suitcase up, Mo." Shelly looked at me expectantly. "No kiss for me?" I froze. For all her bravado, Shelly had a fragile side too, and I didn't want to suddenly shun her, but things with Moira and I had changed so quickly, and to such an intense degree, that I felt like I had cheated on Moira, with her watching, just by Shelly asking.

Then Moira saved me, sort of. I felt her hand on my arm push me toward Shelly. I looked down at her, and she gave me a look that said, "Just do it so she'll go away. I don't care." At least guilt had been replaced by awkwardness, that discomfort is much shorter-lived.

As I stepped toward Shelly, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes and parted her lips with a slight smile. I reached out to Shelly, captured her chin with my thumb and forefinger, and kissed her softly on the corner of her lips. She opened her eyes and took a breath to protest as I pulled back. I gave her a flat, dark look, making it very clear how unhappy I would be if she complained. It came across much harsher than I intended. She dropped her eyes and voiced a deflated, "Uh..g'night." She picked up Moira's suitcase, turned, and closed the door behind her. Shit. No escape from guilt this time. Way to be an emotionally clumsy oaf, me.

It must have been apparent on my face. Moira wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. "It wasn't fair of her to ask that, but ... she doesn't know anything about what happened this weekend. I'll talk to her." I sighed heavily and closed my eyes. She reached up to touch my cheek. "Don't let it get to you. None of that was your fault."

"She was so crushed, Moira, and I crushed her. Seeing her deflate like that...that really sucked." I opened my eyes and looked down at her. "But if I have to be harsh to protect what we have, I will. Nothing has ever been this important to me. No one has ever been as important to me as you are." Moira tightened her arms around me, and we stood, embracing quietly, for a moment. Neither of us wanted to pull away first, knowing it would signify the end of this amazing few days.

"This is a beginning, not an end, right?" I asked, with my face buried in her hair.

"An amazing beginning, yes," Moira replied.

"I hope I haven't made things difficult between you and Shelly."

"She'll get over it. She'll be happy for me, once I tell her everything. That doesn't mean she won't want to hang out with us and tease you, though."

"I can handle that. I figure you'll take care of her if she gets out of hand."

Moira giggled. "That's right. I'll tell her, 'Hands off my man!'" I smiled and squeezed her tightly.

"It feels strange to hear someone call me that," I said. "But, fuck, does it feel good." Moira giggled again.

"Well, you are my man, aren't you?"

"Fully and eagerly."

"And don't you forget it."

"Never. Will I see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Probably not. Shelly doesn't have many close friends. I'm afraid she'll start to feel abandoned, but I don't want to force her to be around you until she's had time to get used to the idea. Let's just see what happens over the next few days."

"OK. That makes sense. Will you... will you tell her I'm sorry?"

"Of course, but I don't think she'll be mad at you once I explain."

"Still. I could have just ... I dunno ... I feel like I really hurt her."

Moira patted my cheek. "You're too sweet for your own good," she said. "I'll tell her."

"Thank you."

"Thank you, again, for everything."

"It was, as I'm sure you remember, my pleasure." I said in a low voice. Moira shivered in my arms.

"Mmhmm. Mine too. More times than I can remember."

"Just so you know, I plan to remember that as 'Too many to count.' and not 'Mostly unmemorable.'" She gave me another of those giggles that I love.

"I should get going," I said, "or we'll stand here all night. Not that that is an entirely unpleasant idea."

"Yeah, to both," Moira replied. I gave her one last soft kiss and a tight squeeze.

"Call me or message me whenever. Unless I'm in a meeting, I'll be available."

"OK. I'm sure I'll see you in the next couple of days."

"Good. I don't know how much longer I could take. I'm completely addicted to you." I leaned down, nuzzled her neck and inhaled deeply, caressing her neck with my lips. She shuddered, and her hands clenched my arms."

"We can't finish that, so please don't start it," Moira warned me.

I exhaled. "I know. I know." I stepped back, holding her hands.

"Goodnight, Moira. I love you."

"Goodnight, Craig. I love you, too."

The drive home sucked more than anything in recent memory. I kept reaching over to put my hand on her hand that wasn't there. I managed to lug my bag up to my condo, unpack, set my alarm, strip, and crash into bed without thinking. Seconds from sleep, Moira's face popped into my mind. My heart began to race. What Moira and I had shared was all new to me. Sad, this far into my life to be saying that, but no less true, and much more powerful for the lateness of it. It's rare one has the opportunity to enjoy something so life-changing and so powerful for the first time while being mature enough to appreciate what it is. 

I took me hours to shake that image, and the thoughts, exciting and terrifying, that went with it.

I barely noticed I was at work the next day. The usual grind was in full effect. I dug out the important twenty percent of my e-mails, and then deleted the rest. When will people learn that "Reply All" is not always the appropriate course of action?

In the middle of a meeting, which I was completely ignoring, my phone startled me by buzzing in my pocket. Fortunately, I refrained yelping. Unfortunately, I flinched.

"Something wrong?" asked Tom, the team lead who was running the meeting, while giving me a curious eye.

"No no," I said quickly, pulling my phone from my pocket. "I thought my phone was off, but apparently not." Which everyone knew was total bullshit. Who turns off a cell phone outside of a hospital anymore? That's what vibrate is for. "Excuse me, I need to take this." Again, bullshit, because it was just a text message, but it was a text from Moira. "Don't wait for me. I'll read the recap. Hello?" I said, lifting the phone to my ear as I left the room and headed quickly for my office. Once I was sure no one from that meeting was following me, I read her message.

Moira: Shelly says she's sorry, and that she hopes you're not mad at her.

Me: Of course not. I'll message her. I miss you. You're all I can think about. You should ask the people in the meeting I just left.

Moira: Uh oh! What did you do?

Me: Let's just say I was caught day dreaming and leave it at that.

Moira: Ha! Just pay attention while you're driving.

Me: That's easier when you're in the car with me. Usually. Sometimes I sneak looks at your boobs.

Moira: Shouldn't have told me that. What are you going to do if I just whip them out in the car?

Me: Probably kill us both.

Moira: ROFL!

Moira: Gotta get to class. Love you. See you soon, I promise.

Me: Learn good! Love you too. I can't wait.

Then I took care of Shelly.

Me: Ain't mad at ya. We good?

Shelly: I swear I didn't know!

Me: I know. Like I said, I'm not mad, and I'm sorry I was so brusque.

Shelly: It's OK. I'd have been mad at me too. I understand now. All is forgiven.

Me: Good.

Shelly: Can the three of us hang out sometime soon?

Me: I'm usually free most evenings. You and Moira just let me know.

Shelly: OK! Hopefully we'll see you soon.

Me: Sounds good.

The "we" from Shelly sparked something in me. Not that I expected this little reunion to turn into a threesome, but, hell, the first one had. Forever the optimist, I scored myself as one for one in that department, but my perfect batting average, as enjoyable as it had been, was inconsequential when compared to the "why". I mentally rewound back to the beginning that night in the bar.

I tried to be a genial guy. If I had something I thought someone was interesting in hearing, I usually shared. I considered myself witty, and I usually get more laughs than odd looks, unless I'm being nerdy about something -- most people don't care that rolling friction is actually perpendicular to the motion of the rolling object instead of directly opposed to it. Several evenings at that bar had turned into me playing at someone else's table, or merging my table with another busy table to start a packed rota. I even spent one evening talking to lovely twin sisters about Aldous Huxley and, much to my delight, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. They left without so much as a hug that night, and the only thing I remember about them specifically is that both of their names started with a "K". Two young women had never deliberately attracted my attention, joined me at my pool table, almost been the center of a bar fight (through no fault of their own), come back to my condo, and fucked my brains out.

Damn it, if that had been the end of it, I'd be much less preoccupied with the reason. Now I had totally fallen for one of those women, and the other apparently hadn't exactly written me off. Chainsaws are not for amateur jugglers. Moira and I. Shelly and I. Shelly and Moira. Enough potential metal-bladed devastation to take both my hands and still leave one for my chest, dead center.

I resolved to let Moira mostly handle Shelly. I knew there was nothing between Shelly and I, and a peck on the cheek didn't bother me. I hoped Moira trusted me enough not to worry about it either. I would stuff Shelly into an oil drum if I thought she was going to fuck up things between me and Moira; however, since that option would certainly sour my budding relationship, it was off the table. My ineptness frustrated me. Shelly and Moira were friends. I couldn't be outright cruel to Shelly, and I really had no desire too. I'm pretty sure I owed that entire night to her, which was, most importantly, my introduction to Moira, and it wasn't as if I didn't enjoy time with her, but I loved Moira. At least I could say I'd been with Moira more than Shelly now. That had been bothering me. Is there such a thing as "pre-cheating"?

I tried to think of a way to ask Moira what the score was, exactly. I certainly wasn't against another co-ed sandwich, but if Shelly pushed, Moira was cool, and I shot Shelly down, that would suck, and they might both hate me. If Shelly got frisky, I went along with it, and Moira wasn't OK with it ... that would be devastating. If I asked Moira, who took it more like a suggestion, one to which she was opposed, then we get to potentially catastrophic levels. I wasn't even sure how to act towards Moira when Shelly was around. Now I was even more confused. I made no progress on why and how this started, and now I wondered if it was going to completely blow up in my face. Fuck!

Nothing for it now but to play it cool and go with the flow. If I had to take Moira aside to talk to her privately, or Shelly, I would. No way was I going to let guessing and second guessing set off this potential powder keg.

The rest of the work day went by on autopilot, more e-mails pruned, more meetings spent half-listening. I drove home unconscious. Grocery shopping hadn't happened in a while, and I certainly didn't feel like cooking, so ordering a pepperoni and pepperoncini pizza happened with all the aplomb of a late night piss.

As I ate, I looked around at the dark cavern of my living room. Where had all that light and energy gone? I fidgeted, feeling the desire to do something, but no idea what. I flexed my fingers as I paced. Activities, bedroom and otherwise, with Moira had make me feel alive with that energy. Now I was filled with equal parts creation and destruction, with no outlet. I needed life around me to be that outlet. Muay Thai was my usual vent. It wasn't about the exercise or discipline or even the aggression and violence; it was about all those things in the company of others -- physical, tangible, personally validating evidence of a common interest. 

My life had been pretty sparse in that area. There were few people I could call friends, almost none of them outside of my office. No one that I would call a close friend. Family was a distant thing, mentally and emotionally even when it wasn't physically. I spent the majority of my time alone, and I always had. I metamorphosed from bookworm to loner, with some credit to the parents on that one. I found out years later from my then-wife that one of them (I forget which, but it's entirely immaterial, because I'm sure it was a consensus) confessed they had given up talking to me around the time I turned fifteen, because they could no longer understand most of what I said. Teachers certainly helped with my outcast cred as well. There's nothing like the stares one gets when one hears, "Dan got a good grade on this test because he wants to understand, and he always asks questions. Craig got a good grade too, but I don't know how." Some people thought she was implying I was cheating. She wasn't the first teacher who found out I was better with the material than she was. I could be confident in myself when I needed to know an answer, whatever the question was. Except when the question was, "Do they really want me around?"

Well, I was confident in that answer, too. I was just pretty sure it was always, "No, of course not."

That just brought me back to Moira and Shelly. Maybe it was just a matter of time. They wanted to be around me because they didn't know me well yet. I hated myself for that thought as soon as I had it. Moira knew things about me that almost no one did, and she still cared about me. Yes, she was young, and yes, the emotional high from this past weekend still made rational thought an exercise in futility at best, but I still felt it was genuine. I was just suddenly much more fatalistic about its shelf life.

Fuck. Dwelling sucks.

I suddenly felt disgusted with my own hypocrisy. I had made it through some of the hardest times in my life with a simple mantra. A favorite story of mine says that a king summoned his adviser and said, "Lately my emotions have been unstable. Find for me something that will make me happy when I am sad, but, also sad when I am happy." The wise man left, and returned in a few days. He stood before his king, and said four words.




Push Me Ch. 04



"This, too, shall pass."

So why couldn't I let it pass? Maybe it was just an extraordinary streak of social awkwardness and mixed signals. Was I, after one or two rough incidents, now just a social self-fulfilling prophecy? Did I hold myself back just because I expected someone to snap the velvet rope in place right in front of me every time? Was that, "Oh, it's you," I heard every time someone greeted me all in my head?

I hate being flushed with questions while totally spartan in the answer department. With a computer system I would just dig in, follow the code, and see where it took me. Life would be much easier if one could do that to one's self. The geek of today could be the psychotherapist of tomorrow. "Oh, here's your problem, for some reason, bananas make you think of violence. They should make you think of nourishment, and penises."

It dawned on me that I hated being alone, yet did almost everything I could to be alone. I self-flagellated with my loneliness, convinced that, either I deserved it for some reason, or that it was thrust upon me, and acceptance was my only choice. To run from destiny is to run toward destiny. I felt sorry for the people upon whom I inflicted myself, telling myself I was a necessary evil for the task at hand, and accepting that, once I was gone, they could get back to their much happier, me-free, lives. 

Would it be the same with Shelly? 

With Moira?

Thinking about Moira casting me off completely drained me. I crumpled to the floor right where I was standing as my brain shut down the engines to divert power to the shields. I wept into my hands, already feeling the horror of that day, terrified that it would far too soon.

Desperate to get away from that sense of being completely alone, I grabbed my phone and called Moira.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"What's up? You sound like something's wrong."

"I'm feeling better already. I really needed to hear your voice."

"Are you sure you're OK?"

"No. Moira, I ... I've been completely alone for a long time. Going from that to three days with you, and then back again ... it hit me hard. I don't want you change your life for me. It's not remotely fair for me even to hint at it, but I spent half the day looking around for you. It's been twenty-four hours, and I'm sick with how much I miss you. I can't decide if I'd rather feel guilty for asking you to spend time with me, or just sit here in the dark, waiting for you to ... I dunno, give me the thumbs up, I guess."

Moira was silent for a moment, and I felt like a jerk for even saying anything. "I'm sorry, Moira. I'll..."

"Hush," Moira said, cutting me off. I took a deep breath to brace for impact. "Craig," she continued, "I've been thinking about you all day. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. I know that anything you say or do, you do it because you love me. If you want me there, tell me. If I can't be there, I'll tell you, but I'll always WANT to be there. I can promise you that."

I broke down. "Oh God, Moira. I'm so scared. I need you so much. I don't fully know what I'm doing with my life right now, but I know I need you in it. You're the difference between surviving and living. I love you so much." I took a ragged breath. 

"Craig, I love you, too. I've got to finish something real quick, then I'm coming over, OK?"

"Please don't ask. Just get here."

I could hear her smile through the phone. "OK. Twenty minutes. Remember, I love you, and I can't wait to see you."

"I love you, too. I'll see you soon." She ended the call, and I collapsed on the floor, totally drained.

I forced myself not to look at a clock waiting for Moira. I accomplished this by staring blankly at one spot on the floor while trying to keep my heart from pounding. When I heard the knock, I thought for a second that it came from my chest. I leaped up and ran to the door. I threw it open, flung my arms around Moira, and swung her inside. I kicked the door closed and kissed her as I pulled her against me. She smiled, and then gasped as our lips met. She slid her arms around me and squeezed. I kissed her slowly for several minutes, not willing to be any further from her, soaking in her calming presence. 

"I feel much better now," I said, when I finally felt like I could speak. I rested my forehead against hers.

"Good," Moira replied, smiling up at me.

"I'm sorry I kinda lost my shit there."

"It's OK. I'm glad you called. I really missed you too," Moira told me. "Do you need to talk about something? C'mon, let's sit down." We went to the nearest couch and sat facing each other. She took my hands in hers. "So, tell me what brought this on."

I sat quietly for a second. "It was dark," I told her.

"What?"

"It was so dark in here. All I could think about was how dark and sad my life was before I met you, how purposeless it was. I stayed in the dark so people couldn't see me. I didn't want them to see me, because I thought they didn't want to see me, and I had no right to impose myself on them.. Then, after three amazing days with you, full of light, it was dark again. I don't want to go back to the dark, Moira, not again, not anymore." I was pleading by the end, and barely holding it together.

Moira pulled me to her and held my head against her chest. I broke down. Pain poured from me. Every sneer of rejection, every Monday morning spent listening to people's shared tales of weekend adventures, every time I sat in a movie or restaurant by myself, sometimes by my choice, sometimes by someone else's, the anguish of feeling like the perpetual outcast gushed from me. I crushed Moira against me, trying to fill the emptiness with her. She stroked my back and shoulders as I cried.

It felt like an eternity. I guess thirty years of hurt takes some time to work through. 

I finally regained enough control to sit back and take a few deep breaths. There were tears on Moira's face. "Oh, Moira, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry." I wiped a tear from her cheek. She put her hand on mine and smiled at me.

"If you're done, then I'm done. Seeing you hurt like that was really hard, but I'm glad I was here for it. Knowing that you could just totally let go like that with me, it makes me feel ... special. I hope you feel better now." I clutched her against me and buried my face in her hair.

"You're amazing." I mumbled into her thick, black curls. She cooed contently and snuggled into my chest. "And, yes, I do. I guess I've needed that for a long time. Having you here made it ... survivable." We held each other quietly for several minutes. Her warmth and her scent washed over me, coaxing the pain away. As the darkness faded, I felt the energy from Moira that I craved. My hands went from holding the woman I love, to caressing my lover. I dragged my fingertips slowly down her back, pulling her against me as I did. Moira sucked in a breath, and her hands gripped my shirt. I stood up, pulling her with me, scooped her into my arms, and carried her into the bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled her face to mine. She smiling lovingly at me, and then kissed me. Our lips met gently, and the last of my pain fled. I stood Moira beside the bed and quickly disrobed her, kissing her lightly as I peeled away her clothing. I eased her onto the bed, and then shrugged off my own clothes. Moira held out her arms to me. I crawled in between them and kissed her tenderly. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me. Feeling her on top of me brought me a luxurious peace. She was my security blanket. No matter how much I hurt, holding her against me dispelled the pain.

We made love slowly, without a word, our arms and legs intertwined as we brought each other a serene peace, our names on each others lips as we climaxed.

As we drifted back to earth, I felt a warm tear slide down my chest. I tilted Moira's face up to mine, my chest tightening with concern. My dismay evaporated under the blazing light of the beatific smile she wore. I smiled back, feeling the tears pool in my own eyes as I pulled Moira tighter against me. She kissed my chest several times.

"I never thought it could be like this," she said.

"Me neither, but I believe it now, and I'll never doubt again. I love you, Moira."

"I love you too, Craig."

Exhausted, we slept.

I've never slept so well. My normally restless, broken sleep pattern was filled with long-needed relief. Even my alarm couldn't destroy it, waking up only allowed me to bask in it. Moira shifted in my arms and sighed contently, and then her eyes shot open. 

"We slept all night?" she asked.

"Yup."

She smiled broadly. "Good. How are you feeling?"

"Invincible, thanks to you." I kissed her lovingly, and she giggled into my mouth, until my tongue caressed her lips. The giggled transformed into a moan as my hand cupped her butt and pulled her against me.

Moira pulled back after a moment and said, "If you start this, you're going to be late to work. I don't want you to get in trouble." I held up a finger, and plucked my phone from the table beside my bed. I sent a quick e-mail to my manager and the three team leads that reported to me.

"There, now I'm working from home today," I told her. 

She pounced. Straddling my waist, her hands roamed my chest while she kissed me wildly. I gripped her perfectly round ass with both hands and pressed her against me. Repeated "mmm"s poured from our mouths. Moira sat back and fixed me with a lustful stare. She reached behind her and grasped my morning-hard erection. Her eyes widened as he fingers encircled me, slowly rising and falling up my shaft. "It's so hard," she marveled.

"Morning wood has it's advantages," I said.She swung her leg over me.

"There's something you need to do," she informed me. She got on her hands and knees beside me, and then leaned down to kiss me. "You need to take me, and make me scream." Her ass was a signal flag, titling slowly side-to-side. I slid a hand down her taut stomach to her warm mound, and cupped it firmly as she brought her lips back to mine. She gasped, and then thrust her tongue into my mouth. I stroked her lips as my tongue wrestled with hers. I jerked when her thumb rubbed the sensitive underside of the head of my cock. I kissed my way down her throat and chest to her breasts, and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Her grip tightened on my shaft as I swirled my tongue around her puckered nipple. 

Her engorged lips were protruding and soaked. I dipped a finger into her as I moved to the other nipple. She undulated against my hand, gasping for breath and pulling my hard shaft towards her.

"Now. Please."

I knelt behind her and slid the head of my cock up and down her swollen lips. She pressed back against me, trying to capture me inside her. I gripped her hips and sunk into her with one push, not too slow, not too fast. Moira sucked in a deep breath and let it out raggedly as I filled her. I fucked her slowly with my full length, relishing the feel of her sweet ass pressed against my hips. She whimpered with every stroke, and was quickly urging me on.

"Faster, harder," she told me. I squeezed her hips tighter as I began to pound into her, the fleshy slap of our bodies meeting spurring me on. "Yes, yes," she groaned as my shaft stretched her, my balls banging against her clit. She held herself mostly still as I penetrated her repeatedly, whimpering and moaning with every thrust. I pulled mostly out of her, and then slapped her flawless ass, hard.

"AHH ooohh FUCK yes!" she screamed, slamming her hips back against mine. I fucked her deeply for a moment, and then did it again.

"Harder!" she yelled. I delivered two more slaps to the other cheek. "Now, fuck me!" I reached up and buried my hand in her hair. I gripped a handful at the base near her scalp before I began thrusting firmly into her. "Yes yes yes!" she screamed as I repeatedly buried myself into her as forcefully and quickly as I could. Her hot, wet center gripped me as I pummeled her. She threw back her head with a wordless roar, her pussy clamped down on me, and she came. 

I released her hair, grabbed her by the hips, thrust myself into her depths, and yelled, "Moira!" as I exploded.

We both collapsed, and I pulled Moira against me, spooning up behind her. When she caught her breath, she asked, "How did you know spanking me would drive me wild like that? I didn't know that."

"Well, I didn't know, but I thought I would try it out and see how you liked it. The same goes for the hair pulling."

"The hair pulling was OK, didn't do much for me, but slapping my ass ... ay, Dios mio. It was like my whole body was on fire," she said with a shiver.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly can't get enough reasons to put my hands on your butt. I'm looking forward to figuring out other things that drive you wild."

"Well, morning-wood doggy-style is definitely high on the list."

I chuckled. "I think I can handle waking up like that." I held her quietly for a few moments. In my quiet repose, something occurred to me, a small thing that was missing from my life, a set of memories that comprised most of the cherished ones I had from my childhood. 

"Hey, Moira. Wanna help me pick out a kitten?" She flipped over at my non sequitur with a confused expression, which quickly flipped into an eager grin.

"Really?! I love cats. We always had several, but I can't have any in the apartment."

"So, you're in?"

"Of course!" She hopped out of bed and fetched her bag from the living room. I hadn't even noticed it last night. She insisted we take separate showers to ensure expediency. After, we went for breakfast, and then to a no-kill shelter a few miles outside of town. Jennifer, a woman I knew from work, had taken a kitten to this shelter a few years ago when it showed up sick outside her apartment and she couldn't take care of it. I figured this place probably got way more deposits than withdraws, so I wanted to balance the scale as much as I could. 

The shelter was basically a farm. The main house was the administration area, as well as living area for the few employees and the owner. Several support buildings were dedicated to smaller animals -- cats in one, smaller dogs in another. Larger dogs had dog houses and chain-link fence runs in an expansive meadow.

Michael, an older man who worked there, lead us to the (ha!) cat house. The kittens had a large, open room to themselves, and piles of slowly pulsating fur littered the floor. Dozens of pointy ears swiveled toward us as we entered the room. Moira was wearing the same silver medallion sandals she had the night we met, and a fluffy calico immediately pounced on the glittering metal. He was in turn attacked by a sleek, black female, and the two proceeded to chase each other around the room, sending Moira into a fit of giggles.

I wandered around, scratching a few furry heads and chins, and taking some needle-sharp claws and teeth to the hand. When I looked back at Moira, she had four kittens circling her feet like adorable sharks on the hunt. She reached down to pick up a small white boy, his ears and tail tipped with a smoky gray. She brought him to her face, and his jade eyes flashed as he thrust his head forward, butting it into hers. I could hear him purring from across the room.

"I think that's the one," I said. "How about you?"

She rubbed her face against his, and he licked her nose. She clutched him to her chest, smiling at me. "I think we have a winner."

I filled out some paperwork, confirming that I owned my residence, and I didn't need anyone's permission to have a pet. I also signed a contract stating that the shelter would take the cat to a vet to have him neutered and receive his shots, and that I could pick him up there in two days. 

"Can we use the vet where I work?" Moira asked.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Michael replied

Moira was a little dejected about the two day wait, but Michael let her spend some more time with the kitten before we left, and she understood the reasons. I agreed that it sucked. 

When we got back to the car, Moira asked me, "Have you talked to Shelly?"

"Yeah, we traded a few texts. We're fine."

"Good. Because I really want to tell her!" she bubbled, bouncing in her seat and fishing in her purse for her phone. 

I chuckled as I started the car. "Go right ahead." They exchanged texts as I drove back to town. Moira had class in the afternoon, so I dropped her off at her apartment and made a cat supply run - food, food bowl, litter box and litter, some toys, including a laser pointer, which is the ultimate cat toy, a bed, cat carrier, and a cat water fountain. When I was young, we had a cat that loved to drink from the kitchen sink faucet. After a little research, we discovered cats prefer flowing water to stationary. Ever since, I tried to make sure any cats we had had access to running water.

I didn't see Moira again until we went to pick up the cat from the vet. Her Business Management professor gave her class a research project the same day we picked him out, and he wanted weekly progress reports every Monday. Rather than spend her weekend working on the first piece, she busted her butt the next two days so she could spend the weekend with me, and, of course, the new kitten. I called her as soon as the vet called me.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, sweet thing." 

Giggling. "Hi! What's up?"

"I just heard from the vet. Are you free?"

"Yes! Yes yes yes!"

I chuckled. "OK. I'll pick you up in about fifteen minutes."

"Um, I only have one class tomorrow. Do you mind if I pack a bag and stay there for a couple days?"

"I can't think of anything I'd like more." I paused, thinking about my meeting schedule for Friday. "Shit. I have a meeting tomorrow that I have to attend in person, and it will take a large part of the day. Are you OK with keeping the little one occupied for a while by yourself?"

"I think I'll manage."

"I thought maybe you would. I'll see you soon, sweets."

"OK!"

I inadvertently made a spectacle of us at Moira's apartment. I popped out of the car and headed to the porch just as Moira appeared in the doorway with her bag. I scooped her into my arms and kissed her. She squealed in surprise, and then melted against me with a purr. A chorus of cheers and cat calls erupted from overhead. I looked up to see five female faces leaning out of upper windows of the house, Shelly's included. Moira buried her face in my chest with a muffled, "Ay, Dios mio," but I waved, which just doubled the volume of the shouting.

"Don't encourage them," Moira told me.

"They're just glad to see you happy."

Moira gave me flat look. "Lindsay asked me how to land a sugar daddy of her own." I threw my head back and roared with laughter, which earned me a slap on the chest. I got myself under control, but couldn't resist egging them on one more time. I cupped the back of Moira's head in my hand and dipped her, kissing her deeply. Her eyes flew open in shock, and she pressed her hands against my chest, but it didn't take long for her reluctance to crumble, and soon the cheers were even louder.

When I brought her back upright, she shook her head at me, but couldn't keep the smile from her lips. She grabbed my hand and began pulling me toward my car. I gave our audience one last wave and let her tow me along. From overhead I heard, "Wait, the Beamer is his!? Shit! You suck, Moira!"

"That was Lindsay, I take it?" I asked.

"Yup." I started singing Kayne's "Gold Digger" under my breath, and Moira burst out laughing.

By the time we got to the vet, all thoughts of taunting friends, gold-digging and otherwise, were forgotten. Moira fidgeted excitedly while I spoke to a woman at the front desk. Information was passed back to the veterinary assistant, and a gray-tipped white puffball wrapped in a blanket soon appeared, carried by a woman wearing a name tag that said, "Sheila".




Push Me Ch. 04



"Hi, Moira," Sheila said. "Are you working today?"

"Nope. I'm here to pick up him," Moira replied, pointing at the little bundle.

"I didn't think you could have pets."

"Well, he's not mine, actually." Moira grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her. "Sheila, this is Craig."

"OH! Hi! We've heard all about you," Sheila said excitedly.

"Uh oh," I replied. Moira and Sheila laughed, and I extended my hand to her. "Hi, Sheila. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she replied, giving me an appraising look and shaking my hand. Then, over her shoulder, and with enough volume for the entire building to hear, she said, "Hey, everybody. Moira and Craig are here."

"Uh oh," I said again.

"Ay, Dios mio," Moira said at the same time.

In almost no time, everyone currently on the clock had piled into the waiting area. Introductions and handshakes went around while Moira took the kitten in his blanket from Sheila. She scratched his cheeks, and he rumbled contently. Once I had gotten approval from the bevy of Moira's co-workers, including a smoky look from a sculpted red head named Morgan, we were free to leave. 

As soon as we were all settled in the car, Moira turned to me. "If you ever talk to Morgan while I'm not around, I'll kill you," she warned me.

"Whoa. OK." I took her hands in mine. "Moira, you have nothing to worry about. First, you're way hotter. Second, I could tell from one look that she's a man-eater. She looked at me like I was a trophy. I have no desire to get mixed up in anything like that." The dubious express on her face never wavered. "Third, I love you, Moira. I am yours, completely." She softened, and eventually smiled.

"I'm sorry. I just don't trust her. I don't really even like her."

"Don't worry. I won't get within a mile of her. I promise."

"I guess that's far enough," she replied, her smile widening. "Can we go now?"

"Your wish is my command"

Back at my condo, we unpacked our new arrival. Moira examined my choice of cat toys, giving me an upraised eyebrow at the laser pointer.

"Trust me, he'll love it," I told her. She nodded absently, her attention already refocused on the bundle of nose-led energy roaming my living room.

"He needs a name," she said, eventually, watching him explore the living room.

"Well, I usually wait for a name to come to me, instead of trying to force one. Something will inspire one."

"Hrm." She went over to where he was perched on the back of my recliner, his head on a constant swivel, and scratched his head. Thunderous purring ensued, and she ran the gray tips of his tail and ears between her fingers. I watched them silently.

"His name is Frost," she said after a few moments. Not, "How do you like...?", not, "What about...?", just a declaration of an obvious fact. When I didn't answer, she turned toward me. I walked to her and put an arm around her waist, letting him rub against the fingers of my other hand.

"You're absolutely right. It is."



Push Me Ch. 05



** Author's note. This is part of a series, and I recommend you read the previous parts first. Also, I know some of this may not seem like romance, but it is also a coming of age story, with some experimentation and personal exploration. The love between Moira and Craig is the central focus of the story, but part of that story involves both of them learning about themselves. Please excuse any editing issues. I wanted to get this posted, and my editor has disappeared. I hope you enjoy, and all comments are welcome.




The next few weeks were drenched with sex as Moira discovered herself, and I rediscovered my own appetites as well. I was thrilled to find that her exuberance, and her volume, were directly proportional to how comfortable we were with each other.

I started college in 1995, near the beginning of the internet boom, but prior to any kind of mass proliferation of broad-band access, so figuring out low-bandwidth methods to masturbate using the internet became an art. Pictures were fine, but they're sterile and dead. A thirty second video might take an hour to download, and, at eighteen, I could rub out two or three in that amount of time. Not to mention that most free porn videos back then looked as much like flesh-toned ant raves as anything else, thanks to massive file compression. Then, one day on a small, private FTP site, I found some audio files cataloged as the apparent host pleasuring herself. They were small enough to be practical downloads, and knowing (or being able to pretend at least) that they were the sounds of a real, non-professional woman enjoying herself was, and still is, a huge turn on. Of course, it didn't hurt that the files were all named "Angel".

Moira put her to shame. She loved to tell me what she wanted, and how much she enjoyed getting it. I loved teasing her. Hearing her beg, and then scream my name became my drug of choice. 

She gave as good as she got. One evening, sitting in my lap, impaled on my cock, she wrapped her arms and legs around me as firmly as she could, holding me tightly in place inside her. She stroked me with her vaginal muscles, drawing me maddeningly close to a climax I couldn't reach. She taunted me as I convulsed with sensation, whispering in my ear that she couldn't wait for me to fuck her, while preventing it at the same time. I bruised her ass with my desperately clutching fingers, searching for any leverage that would let me push us over the edge. Eventually, she left me no choice. I took her to bed, still a prisoner inside her, and taught her the error of her ways. She gasped in surprised as I pried her arms from my neck far easier than she thought I could. Pinning her down with one hand, I pinched, pulled, licked and sucked on her nipples, neck, and any other skin I could reach until her need to come overrode her desire to tease me. She loosed her hold on my waist, and I fucked her mercilessly. Thirty seconds later we were competing for the loudest scream.

A few days after that torturously enjoyable session, something REALLY interesting happened. Moira had been busy studying for mid-terms for several days, and we had barely spoken during that time. At around 9PM, with Frost passed out in my lap as we watched Thursday night college football, my phone rang. The crashing guitar chords of Stone Temple Pilot's "Still Remains" told me it was Moira without even looking at the screen.

"Hey sweet thing."

"Hi. I need to talk. Can I come over?"

"Of course. Are you OK?"

"No. I mean, I am, but not really. I just ... I'll be there in a few minutes."

"OK. I'll see you then."

Now I was worried. My head spun with disastrous thoughts. I tried to reason my way past them, mostly by clutching at semantic straws. She said "I" need to talk, not "we". Then again, that might just mean she didn't intend to let me talk. She was just going to say what she needed to say, and then walk away.

At least she was in a hurry, and I didn't have much time to talk myself into a panic. When I opened the door to her knock, her face was awash with conflict, and the darkness loomed over me. I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. She came willingly, and shuddered with a deep breath. I held her for a moment, and then led her to the couch and sat with her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Not wrong, really. I'm just a little freaked out."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"No, but I wanted it to." I wrestled with my own terror, trying to keep my voice level.

"What? Tell me." She opened her mouth, and her lips worked silently, trying to find the words.

"Shelly came walking through the apartment naked and I wanted to jump her," she blurted out in a rush.

I smiled and chuckled. Moira's face fell.

"Oh baby, no, I'm sorry," I apologized. "I'm not making light of this. I'm just relieved. I was afraid you were coming over here to break up with me."

"I was afraid you would do the same thing. That you'd accuse me of cheating on you, or think I was really a lesbian deep down, and you'd end it," she replied. 

I pulled her against me. "Moira, sweetie, you didn't DO anything, and I would never make a judgment like that. If that is the case, and I really don't think it is, only you can know that for sure. I know how close you and Shelly are, and the history you have. We haven't seen each other for a few days. You've probably been pretty stressed, and, well, the last few weeks have been pretty wild. They do say that the more sex you're getting, the more you want, and you're just now figuring out what makes you tick in bed. I'm really not surprised that seeing her naked tickled a nerve. Does what you felt bother you?"

"It just ... shocked me. It was so strong, and it came out of nowhere!" She clutched me tighter.

"I get that. I think you'll remember a certain morning when you crushed any semblance I had of will power." Moira lifted her head, and a small smile spread across her face.

"Yeah, I remember," the smile crumbled, "but, this is different. I'm not supposed to feel that way about someone else, especially not another woman!"

"Pshh. 'Supposed to' is a crock. You feel what you feel when you feel it. I am glad that you didn't do anything without talking to me, but if you need to act on something like that, it doesn't bother me. I know you're not going to run off with Shelly and leave me, and, like I said, I know you two have history. I would much rather you get to know yourself than resent me for not allowing it." 

Confusion still reigned on her face, and she eyed me disbelievingly. "Most guys would say, 'As long as I can watch.' after a statement like that."

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret, Moira. Most guys might say something like that, but the reason they say isn't entirely because they want to see the show. It's also because they're paranoid, or they're watching for signs of their own inadequacy. I trust you. I trust that you would tell me if it was something more than a break from the usual. I love you, and I know you love me." 

I paused, studying her face. So far, it didn't appear that what I was saying was making much of an impact. "I kinda get the feeling this is bothering you more because you STILL want to do it, rather than because you wanted to. Am I right?" Moira nodded almost imperceptibly. "Moira, it's OK. Really." I caressed her cheek. "Like I said, I trust you. I know you're learning new things about your own desires, and I would never try to curb that experimentation, unless I thought it was genuinely dangerous. I want you to be you." I paused and took a deep breath. "It took me a long time to learn that denying who you are to yourself leads to misery. If you think you can learn anything from me, learn that, please."

Moira's face was a full-on riot of conflicting emotions, with confusion and relief leading their respective factions. I held her against me and kissed the top of her head. We sat quietly for ten minutes or so, before Frost interjected himself by trying to squeeze between us. Moira let out a tear-choked chuckle as he shoved his face under her hand, rumbling like an early-stage avalanche. She stroked his head with her thumb, and his pink, motorized nose went skyward.

After a few minutes of furry distraction, Moira was calmer. "I'm still a little freaked out," she said.

"That's understandable. Let's look at it this way. She was your first real sexual partner, right?"

Moira was contemplative for a moment. "Yeah."

"It happened more than once, and it was never something you regretted, right?"

"No, never."

"So, why it is that once you find something new, you have to immediately throw out the old?"

Moira drew in a breath and locked her eyes on me. She said, "Because...," aggressively, and then deflated, unable to complete her thought. "I don't know," she admitted.

"As far as I'm concerned, it shouldn't. Your experiences with Shelly are just as much a part of you as the time we've spent together. Maybe you just ... like vanilla and chocolate?" I raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Moira stared at me, totally expressionless. Then, she burst out laughing, collapsing into my chest, while Frost tried to eat one of my fingers. I stroked her back as she calmed down.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"No thanks necessary, love. That's why I'm here."

"So, if I wanted to ... you know ... with Shelly, you wouldn't be mad?"

"Of course not. Like I said, I want you to feel free to get to know yourself. I'll never judge you for something from which you derive pleasure. You are who you are, and I love you. ALL of you, even the bits I don't even know." Moira pulled my face to hers and kissed me voraciously.

"I'm so fucking horny right now!" she yelled at me as we separated. "For this," she said, dropping her hand to my groin. She kissed her way along my face to my ear and licked my earlobe. "But, if I fuck Shelly, I'll be sure to tell you all about it," she whispered.

"I can't ask for more than that," I squeaked out, moving my hand to cup her perfect butt. I put Frost on the floor and pulled her on top of me. She attacked my mouth again with hers, her tongue aggressively pressing its way between my lips. As we kissed, she rocked her hips against mine, and I could taste the need in her moans. I slid my empty hand to a waiting breast, cupping it through her clothing, and a growl of lust reverberated in her throat.

"Bed! Now!" she instructed me in a tone that brooked no argument, as she climbed off me.

"Yes, ma'am!" I ripped of a smart salute, and then slapped her hard on the rear. She was shedding her clothing after two steps toward my bedroom. As she worked her shirt over her head, I caught up to her, grabbed her hips, and pressed my throbbing erection into the valley between her perfect cheeks. As soon as I made contact, we both froze, contractions of desire rocking our bodies. "Fuck the bed!" I yanked her pants down, and then bit her enticing, round ass as I peeled her thong over her thighs. Then, I pushed her toward the back of the couch. 

She understood immediately. She gripped the top of the back with both hands, looked at me over her shoulder and pleaded, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I shoved my pants down to my ankles, gripped my shaft, and thrust myself into her roughly. She howled at the discomfort of my brusque intrusion, and with the ecstasy of sudden fulfillment. My head swam, totally overwhelmed with sensation and sound.

Before I regained full awareness of my surroundings, I was slamming into Moira, and she was pushing back just as firmly. I buried myself in her over and over, watching her ass ripple as our bodies collided. I held onto her hips for dear life, totally mindless with our fucking. She took one hand from the couch and began rubbing her clit rapidly. In no time she threw her head back and roared with an orgasm. I didn't even slow down as she shook through her climax.

As she crashed down from her heights, her chest dropped to the couch, arms splayed out sideways. I was afraid of hurting her now that she could barely stand up, so I pulled out and scooped her up. Mini-tremors ran through her as I carried her into the bedroom. "You're not done, so we're not done," she informed me.

"No argument here. I just didn't want you to crack a rib." I laid her down on the bed, and perched above her on my hands and knees. I leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped me with a finger to my lips.

"On your back," she commanded, and I complied. She kissed her way down my chest and stomach. I flinched a few times as her fingers caressed ticklish spots on my sides and inner thighs. She flicked her tongue into my navel. Then she smiled up at me and circled her fingers around the base of my hard cock. "I want to taste myself on you," she said. My cock pulsed and swelled in her hand. "Mmm. It feels like you like that idea too." With two fingers holding me upright, she bathed my shaft with long, vertical licks, occasionally swirling her tongue around the head.

"Oh, fuck, Moira." When the alternating hot and cold sensations had me thrusting my hips into the air, she swallowed my hardness as deeply as she could. My back arched, and my body locked. Moira sucked firmly on my cock, wriggling her tongue against me as she did. When she judged that she had removed all of her juices from me, she crawled up my body and kissed me passionately. I gripped her ass and pressed my raging erection against her, desperate to be inside her. Her hot center drew a blazing line up the underside of my manhood.

"Just lie back," she said. Reaching between us, she took me in hand and guided me into her. All the breath in my lungs fled as her wet warmth embraced me. When I was fully implanted, she rolled her hips in circles, and a low, "uhhhhhh," slid between her slightly-parted lips. Back and forth, side-to-side, figure eights, her hips were constantly moving without loosing a centimeter of penetration. My eyelids fluttered with my ragged breathing.

Moira pulled my hands to her breasts and began to bounce quickly. I tugged and pinched her small, dark nipples as she rode me. Staccato "mm"s poured from her, the pitch rising by a note every ten measures or so. After two octaves, the note tied to a fermata, and her pussy clamped down on my throbbing cock. Once again, the sight and sound overwhelmed me and I exploded inside her with a roar. Moira slumped down onto my chest, her insides quivering around me. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Fuck, you're amazing," I told her once I caught my breath.

"I'm just me," she said, with a hint of disbelief.

"I know. That's why you're amazing, and inspiring. I can only hope to be me as easily as you are you."

***

The next evening, I got a text from Moira.

Moira: I just had a talk with Shelly.

Another text arrived right after it with a picture attached. It was Shelly and Moira, topless, their lips pressed together. Shelly had one hand on Moira's breast and one in her hair. Moira's outstretched arm disappeared out of the bottom of the frame. The other was shoved down the back of Shelly's shorts. The accompanying text said, "Now we're done talking."

"I've created a monster," I said to Frost. He seemed to agree, but also reminded me that she was my monster. He was very astute, for a kitten.

***

Saturday morning I called Moira after breakfast.

"Mmm, morning," she said.

"Did I wake you?"

"Nah, I was just lounging. In bed. Naked. Thinking about the past two nights. I think I might be a sex fiend," she warned me.

"Woohoo!" 

She laughed uproariously. "What's up?"

"Well, now that your mid-terms are done, and this PITA project I've been working on is in a lull-" 

"Pita project?" Moira interrupted.

"Yeah, Pain In The Ass." 

"Ohhh, gotcha." She giggled.

"I thought maybe I could take you out to a nice dinner. We've had very few actual dates, and I want to show you off." 

She giggled again. "I think I can handle that."

"Good. I was hoping to take you to Rosso, if that sounds good."

"I haven't heard of that place. What is it?"

"It's Italian, but not just a spaghetti and meatballs place. More coastal southern Italian. Lots of seafood, mostly cooked on a wood-fired grill."

"Ohhh, sounds awesome. What should I wear?"

"Nothing would be my preference, but I don't think they'll seat us if you do. It's not super fancy, but it's nice. I'll probably do slacks and a button up shirt."

"OK. I think I have something that will be perfect."

"I'm already fantasizing. I'll pick you up at 7?"

"OK! I'll see you then. I love you."

"I love you, too. Bye, sweets."

***

Dressed in gray slacks and a gray and red-stripped black shirt, I pulled up to Moira's apartment a little before 7. Shelly opened the main door to the building before I could knock.

"Damn, sexy. What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?" she asked.

"Hoping to despoil one of the pristine inhabitants," I replied.

"Ooh, I love a good despoiling."

"I bet you do, but I'm spoken for."

"Shame. Moira's still getting dressed. C'mon up. Lindsay's lurking around, and Moira doesn't want her anywhere near you." I laughed as I followed Shelly up the stairs to the door to their apartment and inside.

"He's here," Shelly announced to an empty room.

"Almost ready!" I heard Moira yell from deeper in the apartment.

"OK, hon," I replied.

"We looked up the menu online. It looks awesome," Shelly said.

"It is. It's one of my favorite places."

"Do you take hot dates there often?" she asked.

"You might not believe me, but, before I met you two, I hadn't been to a restaurant with someone not associated with my job in probably two years. I usually went by myself, and got food to go at that. Not to mention that, aside from Moira, I've never had a 'hot date'," I told her.

"You're right. I don't believe you. There's no way you're not some secret Casanova."

"Why do you think that?"

"Don't make me stroke your ego just to prove myself right."

"I'll let you in on a secret. Until about six months ago, I rarely left my condo. I was a prisoner of my own insecurities. I'm still fighting those, but Moira, and you, have made a huge difference. So, when it comes to dating experience, I'm probably ten years behind the curve."

"From what Moira told me about Chicago, you've been planning that entire time." 

I chuckled. "Nah. Planning is just something at which I excel, and Moira was an excellent source of inspiration." 

Moira strode into the room at that point, black sling-back heels snapping enticingly. Her textured, black, spaghetti-strapped, knee-length sheath dress swished and shimmered as it caressed her sensuous figure. I whistled appreciatively, and she smiled at me.

"I heard the end of that," she said, "and to be honest, even though it sounds a bit selfish, I'm glad. I might not have met you otherwise. I hate that you were hurting, but I'm thrilled that I could be the one to help you."

"Hey! He said I helped too!" Shelly protested. Moira and I both laughed, and Shelly's cheeks turned crimson.

"Yes, you did." I pulled Shelly into a bear hug, picking her up as I squeezed her. She threw her arms around my neck, giggling.

"I miss hanging out with you," Shelly said, when I set her down.

"Well, I've been thinking," Moira interjected. "How about we get together for your birthday?" she asked Shelly.

"Can we!?" Shelly asked, her eyes flitting between me and Moira.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," I replied. "Moira and I can conspire at dinner." Shelly squealed and threw her arms around Moira and kissed her messily on the cheek.

"Make-up," Moira warned her.

"Oh, sorry!" 

Moira giggled. "It's OK." She kissed Shelly on the cheek, leaving a blood red, lip-shaped sigil of affection. They stood for a moment with their hands on each other's waists, eyes locked. I could almost see the shared memories of their time together.




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Shelly broke away and propelled Moira toward me by pushing on the small of her back, and then slapping her ass. "You two go have fun. I have a date with a chick flick and a bottle of wine. My hands might even get lucky," she snickered.

Moira whispered to me, "Give her a kiss. A REAL one. I think it'll be hot to watch you melt her, and I know that's exactly what you'll do." Those words, and the devilish grin on her face almost stopped my heart. Shelly raised an eyebrow at me as I stepped toward her, and then gasped as I pulled her against me. I cupped her head with one hand and kissed her deeply, her earlier praises fueling my passion. She whimpered into my mouth as my tongue sought hers. The kiss was maybe ten or fifteen seconds long, but Shelly's eyes stayed closed for much longer. Eventually, they opened, and she lowered herself gingerly to the futon beside the door.

"So not fair, and so cruel, by the way," she complained quietly, staring blankly ahead. "Go on you two, before I get ideas." I reached down to squeeze her hand that was resting on the arm of the futon, opened the door for Moira, and we left.

On the way to the restaurant, Moira said, "Seeing you kiss Shelly definitely gave me ideas."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I didn't exactly get the ... full experience ... that first night. I want to fix that."

"Oh?"

"Say something else."

"Fuck yeah?" 

She giggled. "I was thinking maybe that could be Shelly's birthday present."

"I have zero problems with that. Are you sure she'll be OK with it?"

"She was ready to fuck us both two minutes ago."

"So you're saying she'll be OK with it." More giggles. "Well then, I think this should be a patented Craig special. Have you been down to Charleston?"

"No. I hear it's beautiful though."

"The historic district is fantastic, and it has some great hotels and restaurants, not to mention shopping. How about we make a weekend of it? We'll go down Friday around noon and come back Sunday. The beach is even still warm this time of year."

"She would LOVE that, and so would I."

"Good." I paused. "Moira, I like Shelly, and I like the idea of doing nice things for her, but you are, and always will be, my priority. I don't want anything to happen that makes you uncomfortable."

"Hey, this was MY idea. You just worry about the details."

"Can do! Although, this seems more like a present for me than anything else."

"Well, maybe I decided you deserve a present too." She smiled lovingly at me and wrapped her hand around mine with an affectionate squeeze. My mind immediately began to whir, and I had most of the plan outlined in my head at a high level before we even got to Rosso.

Our table was ready when we arrived, and I was glad to have the privacy of a dim booth which was walled up on three sides. It was easy to shut out the rest of the world, and spend time as the only two people in existence. We enjoyed calamari with Meyer lemon aioli, and shared our entrees as well – lobster ravioli for Moira and scallops with lemon and sweet corn risotto for me. We also had a bottle of house Chianti, although I stuck to one glass, and Moira drank most of the rest. Normally, two glasses of wine would have minimal impact on me, but with Moira in my car, I wasn't taking any chances.

Moira signaled a surrender with a few bites of ravioli remaining, scattered around her plate. "It's so good, but I'm soooo full!" she groaned with a content smile as her fork clanked down against the ceramic.

"Same here," I said as I suffered a similar fate, leaving a third of my risotto behind, after I'd polished off my scallops, which was another new food for Moira that she enjoyed thoroughly.

Food comas imminent, I paid the check and we left the restaurant. Moira moved her seat in my car to a more lounge-friendly position, and half-slept on the drive home, until the mostly linear position, plus the gentle vibration of the car coaxed a remnant of dinner from her. She belched loudly, caught completely off-guard. Her eyes flew open, and she slapped a hand across her mouth.

"Excuse me!" she squeaked, hoisting herself upright in her seat.

I clamped my lips closed to stifle a laugh. When I had myself under control, I said, "I'm glad you approve of my restaurant choice."

"I can't believe I just did that!"

"Honey, it's OK." My broad grin disarmed her, and she relaxed again.

"It was really good." She grinned back, and I reached over to place my hand on her knee.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I know there are a lot of picky people out there. I'm so glad you like a variety of things."

"Mami and papi always made sure we tried different things. I don't understand people who say they don't like big groups of foods, like ... vegetables."

"I know what you mean. I used to think I was picky. It turns out that I just don't like bad food." Moira giggled.

"Mami would never let papi cook. She says everything he cooks is either raw and burnt."

"Ha! I'd love to meet your mom and dad." I froze. "Let me rephrase that – should the day arrive when I meet your parents, I believe we will easily find some common ground, and hopefully avoid the majority of awkward silences." Another pause. "Was that weird?"

"I think it's sweet that you're looking forward to it instead of being afraid."

"Whew." 

She giggled. "They'll love you." Her face suddenly morphed into shocked concern. "Ay, Dios mio! I haven't told them about you yet! I swear I'm not trying to hide you from them. I'm just a little worried about what they'll think about your age."

I squeezed her knee. "It's OK, Moira. I get it. I'm hoping that they'll be glad you have a mature, responsible man instead of an unstable college boy."

"Me too," she said distractedly. She snapped back. "Sorry, I'm sure they will, but I haven't had much in the way of serious boyfriends, so I know papi is going to grill you."

"I deal with hospital administrators who pinch every penny and demand two cents worth of work for each one. Try defending a man-hours estimate to one of them. That's being grilled."

"But you're not sleeping with any of their daughters. Are you?"

"Just one," I replied, grinning. Her jaw dropped, and then clenched as her eyes narrowed. She pulled back her hand to smack me.

"I would so whack you if you weren't driving." She paused and glared at me. "Maybe I'll just cancel our plans for Shelly's birthday and she and I will spend some ... quality time together," she threatened.

"I'm sorry. I'll be good. I promise," I said contritely, barely able to reign in the smile on my face.

"You better be." Moira glared at me, and I put on my best angelic smile. She couldn't maintain her irritation against my onslaught of innocence, and she burst into giggles. "I love you," she said, when she stopped laughing.

"I love you, too, Moira."

Back at my condo, we changed into comfortable clothing, and then rummaged though the Movie On Demand channels until we found something that interested us both. We spent several hours snuggling on the couch and laughing as Vince Vaughn and Ben Stiller played dodge ball. 

"You had me at blood and semen," she said to me with a completely straight face once the movie was over. I collapsed on the floor, laughing hysterically.

Afterwords, I took her to bed and we made love slowly and luxuriously. I made it a point to taste every inch of her. Her flesh in my mouth, and her moans of appreciation were all the dessert I needed.

Moira wanted Charleston to be as special as possible, so she hung me out to dry for the week, telling me to focus all those unspent energies on planning our trip. I did some research and found a beautiful hotel in the historic district. I also made reservations for dinner Friday night. Unfortunately, that only took about two hours, leaving roughly 142 unoccupied. I managed to burn a few of those hours shopping for a birthday present for Shelly, but I was climbing the walls with boredom and frustration by Tuesday evening.

Fortunately, Moira caved Wednesday evening and swung by for a quickie between classes and a study group meeting. It was the first time we'd ever gotten together explicitly for sex, and I wasn't entirely comfortable with the concept at first. I tend to be very methodical in most tasks I undertake, and her yanking my pants off thirty seconds in the door threw me. The necessary parts of my anatomy were not phased, however, and five minutes of her bent over the couch brought us both to very satisfactory outcomes.

"Damn, I needed that," she said, afterward, while she redressed.

"I concur."

"Sorry I can't stay longer."

"No no, just use me and leave. I get it," I said with a wink.

"Trust me, I'd love you use you repeatedly right now. I didn't realize how hard this time off would hit me."

"Well, only two more days. I think you'll make it that far."

"Oh, so if I show up again later tonight you'll just kick me out?"

"It's tempting, just to teach you a lesson regarding the Law of Unintended Consequences, but probably not." She smiled as she placed her hands and face against my bare chest. I held her against me, relishing the feel of her touch. She pulled away far too soon.

"I have to go. I'm gonna be late as it is, but it was worth it."

"It's nice to be worth it." She smiled up at me, and I leaned down for a goodbye kiss and fondling.

"You suuu....ahh," she gasped as I gripped her ass and pulled her hips against mine.

"Two days," I said after a last quick kiss.

"I think I may just torture you once we get to Charleston," she said with a glare.

"Looking forward to it." 

She laughed. "I love you. I'll call you tonight."

"I love you, too. Study hard."

She directed a pointed look at my groin. "That's something maybe we'll try sometime."

"I study hard every time I study you."

She giggled. "Good. Bye, honey," she said, her voice syrupy with satisfaction as she sashayed from my condo. I watched her all the way to the elevator.

Shelly texted me the next day.

Shelly: Moira won't tell me what we're doing this weekend. :(

Me: She hasn't told you anything?

Shelly: No. Just that we're going somewhere for a few days. She won't even let me pack my own bag!

Me: Good.

Shelly: You suck!

Me: I promise you'll love it. Remember, I'm the architect of the Chicago trip. I do shit right.

Shelly: Woohoo!

Me: Tell Moira I'll pick you up at 11:30 tomorrow.

Shelly: Make it 11! I'm too excited to wait any longer than necessary.

Me: I'll do my best. I'll see you then.

Moira and Shelly were packed and ready when I split the difference and arrived at 11:15 – stupid status meetings running long. Shelly was wearing a short, tartan skirt with a white baby doll shirt that said, "Advertisers do it 'till you're broke" and some ridiculous platform wedge shoes that must have added six inches to her height. Moira had on a tiny pair of khaki shorts and a purple tank top with matching flip flops. Shelly was dancing eagerly in place as soon as I got there.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" she ranted petulantly with her fists clenched and a her eyes wide.

"OK OK, we're going." I pulled her into a one-armed hug, noticing that those shoes made her an inch taller than me. Maybe I'll make her wear them and nothing else. That could be very interesting. "Happy birthday, Shelly."

"Wait!" Moira said suddenly. "What about Frost?!"

"He'll be fine. He has plenty of food and water, and fresh litter. Plus, a woman I know from work has a key to my condo in case of emergencies, and she's going to go visit him tomorrow."

"OK, good. I don't want him to get lonely." I pulled her into my other arm and kissed her briefly.

"Less kissy more drivey!" Shelly protested. "This is killing me. At least tell me where we're going."

"You'll see when we get there," I told her.

"Then let's gooooooo!"

"So, you're what, nine, ten now, Shelly?" I asked. She glared at me.

"Twelve," Moira pipped in, and the glare rotated to her. "You know you love me," she told Shelly, pinching her cheek.

I picked up the girls' bags and took them down to the car. Shelly raced ahead of us, and Moira locked up behind us. I put the bags in the trunk. When they both went to the doors for the back seat, I interrupted them.

"No way, this trip is too long for chauffeur duty. Someone has to man, or, woman, the radio," I told them.

"Sit up front, birthday girl. I think I want to take a quick nap anyway," Moira said.

"Fine with me, that just means I'll know where we're going that much sooner." I chuckled as Moira climbed into the back and Shelly actually leaped to the front seat. 'Please don't let her break an ankle in those shoes before we even get started,' I thought.

Shelly asked where we were going every five minutes for the first half hour, and never got a response other than, "You'll see," until Moira said, with enough venom that I even believed it for a second, "If you don't stop asking, we're going to turn this car around right now!" Shelly's jaw dropped in horror as she twisted to face Moira. Her mouth closed and her eyes narrowed when she saw Moira smiling sweetly at her. 

"I'll get you for that, and your little 'twelve' comment, too," said the wicked witch of the front seat.

Her plan to get Moira back was, apparently, to kill us all. She turned to face forward, and then, with all the subtlety she could muster, over the span of a few minutes, inched her skirt up her tone, creamy thighs until her silky, red thong was visible. She began to caress her thighs, occasionally rubbing them together. The other hand slid under her shirt, and she started tweaking her nipples. In the back, Moira had already drifted off. She never heard Shelly's content, barely audible, "Mmm."

"Having fun over there?" I asked. In response, she lifted her hips and pulled off her thong, depositing it in the floor of the front seat. She pressed her fingertips against her clit, working them slowly up, down and around. "You little exhibitionist," I chided, smiling. 

I did my best to pay attention to the road as Shelly worked herself over. She leaned her seat back a bit and dipped two fingers into her soaking pussy, making obscene, squelching noises. My car quickly reeked of sex as she tugged her nipples and fucked herself with her fingers. After a few hoarse, "Ahh"s, her back arched, and she shuddered and slumped into the seat, falling asleep shortly after.

"So much for no chauffeur duty," I said to myself.

Roughly an hour later, I heard Moira's voice as we hit the outskirts of Charleston. "Where are ...," she trailed off as, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her lean forward between the two front seats. "Shelly!"

"You started this little war of attrition," she replied, without opening her eyes. 

"How dare you try to seduce my boyfriend while I was asleep!" Moira said with mock anger. Shelly turned and stuck her tongue out at Moira, and then suddenly shot upright.

"Are we there?" she asked excitedly, her eyes rapidly scanning the landscape.

"Looks like your war of attrition ended with a Pyrrhic victory," I told her. 

"A what?" they asked, simultaneously. I chuckled.

"You lost almost as much as you gained. Had you managed to control yourself and stay awake, you probably would have known where we were going half an hour ago."

"Who cares!? Where are we!?" Shelly demanded.

"Welcome to beautiful, historic Charleston, South Carolina," I said.

"Why are we in Charleston?" she asked, clearly not impressed.

"Why, for the food, the sun, the architecture, the history, the shopping. There's a huge variety of-"

"Shopping!?" Shelly cut me off.

"Yes, birthday girl, shopping of every kind, from local, hand-made knick-knacks, to shoes, to art," I told her.

"Hot damn!" she exclaimed, slapping her palms together and rubbing them gleefully.

"But first, food. Call it shopping fuel. I'm starving. How about you two?"

"Mmhmm," came from the back seat.

"But ... shopiiiing!" Shelly whined.

"Like I said, you can't shop on an empty stomach. The place we're going to for lunch even has a little tourist trap souvenir shop in the same building, so you can get your fix." Shelly eyed me dubiously through slitted lids.

"You better not be bullshitting me," she warned.

"Actually, let me apologize now. I have already lied to you. We're going to the hotel first to check in and drop off our bags. You might want to change those shoes too. We'll be doing some walking."

"But, then shopping?" 

I reached over and patted Shelly's bare knee. "Yes, hon, then shopping."

At the hotel, I had Moira distract Shelly while I checked in. We had agreed not to tell her I had only gotten one room until tonight. There was no worry of her complaining; we were just afraid she wouldn't want to leave the room if she got wind of our plan prematurely. I took our bags up to our room and deposited them, taking the time to remove a wrapped box containing Shelly's present from my bag and leave it on the bed. I also hung the garment bag containing the suit I brought in the closet.

Moira and Shelly were waiting for me in the lobby when I returned – one patiently, one ... not so much. 

"Oh my God that took FOREVER!" Shelly lamented. "Now I'm hungry and feening to get my shop on! Let's gooo!" She grabbed my hand and Moira chuckled as Shelly did her best to drag me back to my car.

It was a quick drive to a parking building attached to the Charleston visitor's center, which sat squarely in the middle of everywhere we wanted to go. Hyman's, the seafood place I had picked for us for lunch, was only a few blocks away. Once we got there, I put my name on the waiting list while Shelly launched herself into magnets, key chains, shirts, shot glasses and other tchotchkes bearing the name of the restaurant, the city, the state, or some obligatorily touristy slogan.

Normally, the shop has an intercom hooked to the restaurant, so patrons can shop secure in the knowledge that they will immediately know when their table is ready. Today, it was on the fritz, so I stayed near the entrance while the girls ran roughshod over rows of merchandise-laden tables and shelves. Unsupervised, they returned after fifteen minutes or so with a bag, the contents of which they were unwilling to divulge. 

"You'll find out, when the time is right," Shelly said with a mischievous grin. Moira's smile was no less dangerous, just more sultry. Shortly, I heard my name from the woman standing at the door to the restaurant, and we headed in.

Seated, we placed drink orders. They arrived as we perused the menu, along with a complementary bowl of boiled peanuts,. Four curious eyes watched me as I absently split a soft, umber brown shell and popped the contents into my mouth. Moira quickly followed my lead, while Shelly hesitated.

"Trust me," Moira said as she palmed the nuts she had freed, "If Craig says it's good, it is. Sushi, scallops-"

"Chocolate-covered strawberries," I interjected. Moira blushed and smiled at me. 

"OK...," Shelly said, confused. I guess Moira hadn't told her everything about Chicago.

"Try one," I encouraged her. Shelly peeled the shell from a peanut and tentatively placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly.

"How have I never tried these?!" she said after she swallowed. "I see them everywhere, but they just seemed ... weird."

"This is actually the first place I ever tried them," I told her. "I don't know that I would trust them from a gas station crock pot, or a grocery store can, but I don't think we'll leave any behind here."

"Is this another place you go alone?" Shelly asked. "Seems kind of far for take out."

"No. I ... haven't been here in a long time." Moira looked at me curiously.

"So who do you come with? Work people?" Shelly asked distractedly, focused on the menu.

I took a deep breath, realizing I had never mentioned this to either of them. "I haven't been here since my divorce," I said, quietly. They both froze.




Push Me Ch. 05



"You were married?" Moira asked, surprise written on her face in bold print.

"Yeah. We were together in college, and got married shortly after. It only lasted a few years, and that was years too long." I looked at Moira. "I'm sorry I didn't mention this sooner. It just never really came up, and it wasn't the best time in my life. For me, our marriage was just about not being alone, not being with her – not a good reason. I ended up mostly resenting her for not leaving me alone, and treating her badly for it. I'm not proud of it, and I wasn't a good husband, but I try to remember all the things I learned not to do." Moira reached over and took my hand, smiling lovingly at me. I squeezed her hand and smiled back, trying to bite back the pain, and the shame.

Shelly surprised me by taking my other hand. "Her loss," she said.

"No, it's not," I replied. "I couldn't be the partner she wanted. She's better off not being misled and mistreated by me. The best thing I did in that relationship was end it."

"My gain, then," Moira said. It was such a simple statement, but such an unfamiliar concept. I had never felt that I provided any kind of value to someone, not on a deep, personal level – useful maybe, when it came to fixing computers or moving heavy things, but not valuable. I swallowed hard, trying to hold back tears, suddenly terrified that I would disappoint Moira, that I would carelessly wound her, oblivious to it in my self-absorbed world. I knew I wanted to be with Moira, but what if that changed? Would I have the courage to tell her, or would I just drag her along, resenting her more and more, mangling her emotions, until, regardless of any love she had for me, she felt forced to leave?

"Is it?" I asked. I dropped my head and stared blankly at the table. I wanted to warn her to run away right now, before that changed. I knew that would be the death of me. Yet, I would willingly embrace that death to save her from the pain. No one deserved that. The darkness washed over me. I wanted to run, to flee back to my sanctuary, where the world was protected from me, where I couldn't hurt Shelly, or Moira, or anyone else. Who was I to lure these two wonderful young women into a place where my negligence could harm them, especially after everything they had given me? Shelly might be safe, but Moira....

"Craig, look at me," I heard Moira say. After a struggle, I managed to lift my head, barely able to meet her eyes. "I love you, and I know you love me. You made a mistake, but don't you think you've tortured yourself enough for it? You said you try to remember what you learned. What else can you do?"

"Protect you from me," I said flatly.

Moira gasped. "What are you saying?" she asked, horrified.

I barely managed to refrain from shouting, "I'm saying I'm terrified that I'll step on your heart and not even know it, or do it purposely instead of making hard decisions." I knew what I wanted to say, but I didn't know if I really believed it. "I'd rather be without you than hurt you." Nope, I didn't believe it, selfish ass that I was.

"Tough," Moira said simply. "I don't think you mean that, and I'd rather be hurt by you than be without you." 

I was stunned. Someone wanting to be with me, I had gradually come to accept that was possible. I had never considered that a woman would knowingly embrace certain pain just to love me. I chided myself for not giving Moira enough credit. She recognized that all relationships contain pain. She accepted that what we had was worth the hurt it might bring. Feeling like no one else could match my potential for devastation, I had always accepted that, knowing that, no matter what, I was on the winning side of that trade.

In that moment, in her words, I found a difference between accepting being loved and feeling like I was worth loving. I leaped up, pulling Moira out of her chair and crushing her against me while burying my face in her hair. She squeezed me, and rubbed my back as I took deep, steadying breaths.

"Thank you," I whispered. She hugged me tighter. 

"I love you," Moira said.

"I love you, too."

We separated and sat down. I couldn't stop smiling at Moira, nor could I let go of her hand. Shelly smiled at me and patted my other hand.

"You're a good guy," she said. "No one else has ever planned a whole weekend around my birthday like this, and we're not even dating. Don't sell yourself short. Maybe you made a mistake, but you shouldn't beat yourself up over it anymore. You don't deserve it." She paused to let her words sink in. "Now, enough of the sob-fest. I'm starving, and our waitress has already bailed out at the last second once."

I chuckled. "Thank you, Shelly."

Sure enough, our waitress appeared a moment later. We ordered a bevy of fried seafood and southern side dishes, stocking up on calories for a long walk in the potent South Carolina sun. When the bill arrived, I tipped the waitress well, since I was pretty sure I caused her an awkward moment or two, and we departed.

"So, where's the shopping?" Shelly asked as soon as our feet touched pavement. I laughed and shook my head.

"I admire your dedication," I said. "The boutiques and galleries aren't far from here. The local market is past that. If you'll come with me, all the spending opportunities you desire await." The three of us marched off down the street, and Moira gripped my hand, bathing me with a loving smile.

Shelly turned out to be an expert window shopper. Two hours later, she could have named every shop and gallery we passed, and given a throughout rundown of the merchandise for dozens of them. For the ones we actually entered, we spent less than a minute in all but three of them.

Standing outside the third prior to entering, which was a boutique clothing store, Shelly asked me what the plan was for dinner that night.

"There's a nice French place on John street," I told her. "Not super fancy, but dressy."

"Moira, what dresses of mine did you pack?" Before Moira could reply, Shelly went on. "You know what, never mind. I want something new for tonight." She turned to look at us. "We're celebrating, right!?" She marched into the building. I took the moment of quasi-privacy (we were still on a public street) to kiss Moira thoroughly before we followed.

When Moira and I caught up to Shelly, her eyes were glazed as she ran the material of a shimmering red dress between her fingers. Moira mimicked her, and gave an appreciative, "Ohh," at the texture.

"Can I try this on?" Shelly asked to the only other person in the shop.

"Of course. I think that will look fabulous on you," the woman confirmed.

Shelly turned to me. "You stay here. C'mon, Moira." She took Moira's hand and, like a yacht with a dinghy, they headed to the changing room. After a moment, the woman working struck up a conversation with me.

"Are you from around here?"

"No, Columbia, actually."

"Is this your first time here? Oh! I'm Laura," she said, extending her hand.

"Craig," I said, shaking it. "Not for me." I gestured toward the changing room with my head. "First time for them, though."

"What brings you here?"

"Shelly, the blonde. Her birthday is tomorrow."

"And you're letting her pick out a present," Laura supplied.

"Nope, that's already done. She's just a shopaholic." I tapped the inside of my left arm above my elbow with two fingers several times, and a musical laugh issued from Laura.

"And the other girl...?" I bristled at the term "girl". I might use it mentally as a collective description of Moira and Shelly, or any group of younger females, but I would never refer to either of them directly as a "girl". I was tempted to tell her Moira was my lover, since that term shocked some people with its lack of implied commitment, especially since the only other word I could think of was "girlfriend", but before I could put my mental thesaurus to the task, I started to wonder why I was getting the third degree.

"She's my girlfriend," I replied automatically. Stupid brain!

"She's very beautiful." Wow, Deja vu, undeniable as the statement was.

Shelly emerged from the dressing room at the point, strutting with a confident swagger. Moira was a few steps behind. I noticed her hair was a little disheveled, and her face was flushed. Before I could contemplate what had happened behind closed doors, my eyes were quickly drawn back to Shelly. The dress was blood-red, skin-tight, strapless, and almost obscenely short, stopping a few inches above mid-thigh. Moira came to me and took my hand, smiling at me through a mental haze. I noticed she was panting slightly. Laura was glued to Shelly, and I saw her lick her lips. So that's why I was being interrogated. Shelly walked to a large stand mirror in the corner and examined herself from several angles before noticing that all three of us were locked onto her.

"How do I look?" she asked, pinning me with a stare.

"Incroyable," I said. Sometimes, English just doesn't cut it. She smiled broadly.

"Super hot," Moira said, nodding absently.

At the same time, under her breath, I was almost certain I heard Laura say, "Delicious." Shelly gave her a smokey look, sauntering up to her. Her trademark hip sway exacerbated by her shoes and the fact that she was just about as naked as one could possibly be while still being loosely categorized as "fully clothed." She stopped only a few inches from Laura, who's labored breathing betrayed her.

"I'll take it," she said, reaching out and brushing a strand of curly brown hair back from Laura's shoulder. Laura shivered. Shelly placed her hand on the zipper on the side of the dress, and locked eyes with Laura. She pulled the zipper down a few inches, and then stopped. "Oh, I guess I shouldn't do this here, should I?" she asked Laura innocently, who was barely able to shake her head in response. Her ass hypnotized all three of us as she glided back to the changing room.

Laura shook herself back to sensibility. She blushed profusely and scurried away to the counter at the back of the store.

"She's such a tease," Moira said.

"You should know," I replied. Moira blushed and shivered.

When Shelly emerged with the dress in her hands, her shirt was ruched up, baring as much of her flat stomach as possible. She shamelessly flirted with Laura while paying for the dress, with a gold AmEx no less. She leaned down, placed her elbows on the counter and stuck out her ass, popping it side-to-side by shifting her hips. Laura dropped the credit card on the counter, picked it up, and dropped it again behind the counter. When she bent to retrieve it, Shelly hopped up onto the counter, crossed her knees, and pulled her skirt up to bare the entire length of her legs. When Laura stood up with her card, she froze, her mouth working soundlessly. She ripped her eyes away from Shelly, swiped her card, pressed a few buttons on the register with trembling fingers, and then returned it, making the mistake of turning her eyes back to Shelly, who was absently caressing her own thigh and smiling sweetly.

"I'll ... um ... I'll ... I'll just ... put this ... in a box," Laura said, unable to tear her gaze away from Shelly a second time. She patted the counter randomly, trying to find the dress. Shelly never wavered from her passive-aggressive torture of poor Laura. She reached down, gasped Laura's hand, and placed it on the dress, but not before brushing the backs of Laura's fingers against her bare thigh. Laura's eyes almost left their sockets. She picked up the dress, grabbed a shimmering gold box from under the counter, and then turned her back to us. She put the dress in the box, and took a deep, shuddering breath, her hands pressed flat on the back counter, before turning around. She picked up a pen and circled something on the receipt before holding it and the box out to Shelly.

"Thhhanks for shopping at The Gilded Drawer. Please come again." She blushed, the dual meaning of her words registering belatedly.

"Oh, I will," Shelly drawled. She took the box and receipt, caressing Laura's hand lightly before hopping off the counter and tucking the box under her arm. She didn't look back as she strode from the shop, her hips ticking. She kept her eyes forward for half a block as she headed back toward the main street. Whens he judged she had sufficient distance from the store, she stopped to look at the receipt, and Moira and I caught up with her.

Shelly waved the receipt triumphantly in our faces. "Thirty percent off, bitches!" she exclaimed proudly.

"Shameless," I replied. She grinned, and Moira shook her head, but she was grinning too. I noticed that Laura had circled the phone number to the store, and her name, which was printed underneath.

"Looks like you have an admirer. Not that we didn't already know that," I told Shelly.

"Hmm, maybe Lindsay has the right idea. I could use a sugar mama." We all broke down with laughter.

Shelly managed not to work anyone else into a frenzy at the local market – not deliberately, anyway. It was more empty than I remember ever seeing it before, but normally it was part farmer's market, and that time of year was winding down. I bought Shelly and Moira each a rose woven from stiff, flat grass, after watching the purveyor rapidly knit together the intricate design right in front of us, totally fascinated. Moira stuck hers in her hair, she had more than enough to support it, while Shelly slid hers down the front of her shirt, leaving just the petals poking out. Moira bought a delicate bracelet made of tiny silver sand dollars, and slipped it onto her wrist. I took her hand and kissed it, watching the silver flash in the sunlight.

The rest of the market held little that was interesting, and we were all starting to droop from the long walk in the intense sun. I checked the time on my phone.

"We have about three hours until dinner. Shall we adjourn to the hotel and rest up?"

"That sounds good to me. I'm exhausted," Moira said wearily.

"I think I stink," Shelly replied after sniffing her arm pit. I laughed.

"We'll catch the tourist shuttle back to the welcome center. My feet already hate me," I said. Twenty minutes later, we were back in my car and on the road.

"There are a couple of presents back at the hotel for you. I guess you can have them when we get there," I told Shelly.

"Ohh, presents! Wait, you didn't have to do that. This trip has already been such a great gift."

"Well, the presents were kind of the whole point of the trip," Moira said cryptically. Shelly furrowed her eyebrows.

"You'll see," I said. We took turns getting suspicious looks from Shelly for the rest of the drive.

Back at the hotel, I lead Moira and Shelly to the room. This was an older hotel, and, as such, the rooms were very typical in their layout and size, mostly just a large bedroom. The décor, however, was turn-of-the-century elegant. Shelly's eyes immediately went to the wrapped package on the bed, and then to me, wide and eager.

"Go ahead and open it," I said. She pounced, and paper shreds flew everywhere. She gasped as she lifted a knee-length, black satin robe from the box, covered with pink and white cherry blossoms. She clutched it to her chest and turned a glowing smile at me.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. She quickly placed it back in the box. "I'm dirty though. I'll try it on when I'm clean."

"I'm looking forward to it. Moira, do you want to give her your present?"

"Hmm. Yeah, I guess this is a good time." She walked slowly to Shelly, stopped when they were almost pressed together, and took Shelly's hands. "Shelly," she said, locking eyes with her. After a pregnant pause, she continued, "this is the only hotel room we have for this weekend."

Confusion ran across Shelly's face for a second as she tried to understand why that was a present. Then her eyes bulged with understanding. Moira cupped her face and kissed her softly. Shelly whimpered, overjoyed, as she threw her arms around Moira and pressed their bodies together. They kissed lovingly for a moment. I stood back to enjoy the sight.

When their lips separated, Shelly murmured, "Thank you. I've been so lonely." Her eyes brimmed with tears.

"I know, sweetie. I know," Moira replied, holding her tightly.

After a few moments, Shelly calmed down. "Can I have my ... other present now, too?" she asked Moira mischievously. Moira smiled, nodded, and propelled her toward me. I wrapped both arms around her under her tight little butt and picked her up. She leaned down and pressed a lusty kiss into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled for a moment. I felt her flinch and moan softly as Moira came up behind her and began to caress Shelly's back under her shirt. I put Shelly down, breaking the kiss, and Moira and I enveloped her in a hug. A few tears leaked from her eyes, but she was smiling contently.

"There's one condition," Moira said. "You can't actually ... unwrap ... anything else until tonight. I want it to be special, and to be able to take all the time we want."

"Awww. I guess that's OK. It will definitely be more fun that way," Shelly replied.

"Then let's get cleaned up and relax for a little while. I can't wait to see you in that robe," I told Shelly.

"Same here," Moira concurred.

"Well then, I'll take first shower, so I can model it for you two." She grinned at us as she immediately and unabashedly stripped, picked up the box with the robe, and headed into the bathroom. "Oh, wow. Umm, actually, do you guys mind if I take a bath?" she asked. Moira and I stuck our heads into the bathroom and saw what prompted that thought. A white, claw-foot bathtub was the centerpiece of the room, the feet gilded with gold.

"Go right ahead. We have plenty of time," Moira said. Shelly smiled and went to the taps for the tub. We backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. Shelly was already lost to dreamy thoughts of a long soak.

As soon as the door was closed, I threw Moira onto the bed, covered her with my body, and kissed her voraciously. Her warm, wet tongue danced with mine, but when I slid my hands up her smooth stomach under her shirt, she pulled away and protested. "I'm dirty and sweaty," she said, pushing my hands down.

"Don't care," was all I could manage as I placed sucking kisses on her neck.

"But..."

"Don't care," I reiterated, pressing myself against her and moving my hands back up her body, feeling her muscles ripple under her silken skin in response to my touch. She gasped, and her will to fight fled. "We're just taking the edge off so Shelly can be the star tonight," I told her.

"Whatever, don't care," she mumbled as my hands found her breasts beneath her lacy, baby blue bra. She cocked one leg to rub her thigh against my growing erection, and I moaned into her mouth.

"I like when you make noises like that," she told me. I reached up to caress her cheek, lost in her loving smile for a moment. I brought my lips back to hers, and she wrapped her arms around me.

"You guys better not be starting without me!" we heard from the bathroom.

"That woman has ears like a bat," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

Moira giggled. "She's right though. I cut you off so this would be more intense for all of us," Moira said, pushing me back and sliding out from under me to sit on the edge of the bed. 

I propped myself up on one arm and swept her hair to the side. "Yeah, yeah." I kissed her neck several times. Moira sighed and leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly, dropping us both back to the bed.

We slept for around an hour while Shelly soaked. We awoke to her strutting from the bathroom in her new robe, her tone thighs flashing with each step.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"You know that little devil on your shoulder that tells you to do things you probably shouldn't?" I asked.




Push Me Ch. 05



"Yeah?" she replied tentatively.

"From now on, that's what mine will look like." Shelly gave me a hungry look.

"Moira, I'm going to make out with your boyfriend while you shower."

"Nothing below the waist until after dinner!" she declared, already headed to the bathroom. She stopped at the door to wiggle out of her shorts, waving her perfect bubble butt at us, and smiling over her shoulder. She stuck one foot in them, and flicked them at me, nailing me right in the face. Shelly howled with laughter as I sat momentarily stunned.

Pulling Moira's shorts from my face, I found Shelly standing in front of me, raptor-like focus in her sapphire eyes. She stared at me for a moment, and, for the first time I'd ever seen, she looked uncertain. I took her hands in mine, unspoken questions of concern easily readable on my face. Before I could voice those, she sat side-saddle in my lap, put her arms around my waist, and leaned against my chest.

"Is this OK?" she asked.

"Of course, Shelly. If you're worried about tonight..."

"Oh hell no. I'm super excited about it." Her voice became thick with melancholy. "But, for right now, I...," she trailed off, sucking down a deep, choppy breath.

"Shhh. It's OK." I squeezed her tightly as her body lurched with a sob. I closed my eyes, rested my chin on her head, and rocked her gently. Gradually, her breathing slowed and evened, and her arms went slack. I was still cradling her against me when Moira emerged from the bathroom. She looked at me concerned. 

Shelly stood up from my lap slowly and went to Moira. She cupped Moira's face with her hands, and alternated between kissing her face and saying, "Thank you," over and over.

"Are you OK?" Moira asked.

"I am now," Shelly replied, wrapping her arms around Moira. I slipped past them into the bathroom while they embraced, and closed the door. I spent a few extra minutes in the shower just soaking up the heat of the water to give Moira and Shelly time to themselves. As soon as I shut off the water, I heard them both giggling. Not a fooling around, flirty giggling. Just a carefree release of laughter. Any concerns I had for Moira, Shelly, or the rest of the weekend, evaporated.

Moira sat at the small vanity in the corner, and Shelly stood behind her, both of them peering into the ornately-framed oval mirror. Make-up, and the variety of tools necessary to work with that particular medium, were splayed all over the glossy while top of the vanity. Moira smiled at me in the mirror and gave me a slow, finger-flickering wave. Shelly turned to me and said, "Roawr," at the sight of me with just a towel around my waist.

"Wait 'til you see me in my suit." I waggled my eyebrows. They both laughed.

"He does wear a tux quite nicely," Moira said.

"Yeah, but you two will be the only people looking at me tonight," I said. "I'm still a little concerned that Shelly might start a riot in that dress."

"I'm gonna do my best!" Shelly declared.

"I'm pretty sure you won't actually have to DO anything," I told her.

I pulled on some boxer briefs and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the girls run through their prep work. Once they were done, Shelly announced that it was "finale time" and banished me to the bathroom. I grabbed my garment bag and closed the door behind me.

I rarely had an excuse to wear a suit. My work clothing was business casual, which meant slacks and button-ups or khakis and Polos mostly. I only had a few sutis, but I brought my favorite and most expensive one for this night – black with white pin stripes. I might have looked a bit old-world gangster, but I didn't care. Under it I wore a simple white button up and a red and ivory stripped tie. I dressed slowly, expecting Shelly and Moira to take longer. "Tell me when I can come out." I said through the door.

"Just another minute," Moira replied.

"Ow!" Shelly yelped.

"Sorry, but this thing is really tight." A few seconds later, Moira said, "OK, we're ready!"

I opened the door and froze. They were lust incarnate. Shelly wore the dress she had bought, with simple, black, open-toed heels. She was posed for me with one hand on her jutting hip, just like Nurse Shelly had. Moira's halter top dress was candy apple compared to Shelly's darker, blood-red dress, It hugged her curves and fell all the way to the floor. It was also hunger-inspiringly low in the back, displaying just a hint of the luscious curve of her ass. She stood demurely, her hands locked together, a loving smile on her face. The ruby necklace I bought for her for Chicago rested against her heart. My angel and my devil smiled at me expectantly.

I went to Moira and kissed her lightly. "You look gorgeous, honey." Then, I turned to Shelly. "I take it back. THAT is what the little devil on my shoulder will look like from now on. I'm screwed," I said.

"You will be," Moira said.

"Thoroughly. And, you were right, Moira, he does wear that suit well," Shelly concurred, licking her lips.

I rang the front desk and asked them to call us a cab. I wasn't sure where this place was, and I wanted to be able to drink some wine tonight. We left the room shortly after and waited in the lobby for the cab, which caused a mild uproar. This is the Bible Belt, after all. An elderly couple checking in apparently thought Moira and Shelly might have made ... questionable career choices. Shelly decided to compound the issue by saying, "Thank you for the pretty dress, daddy."

I doubt the couple caught the pimp reference, but I'm sure they were more than willing to believe I was actually her father, or engaging in some depraved incest role play. The dye job in my beard had grown out, and my chin and jaw line were again shot with white. I shook my head at Shelly, but couldn't suppress a smile. Moira giggled. The cab arrived shortly after, and we piled in.

There is a considerable ego boost bestowed on an individual when said individual enters a room with the TWO hottest women there, one on each arm. I can say without hyperbole that every eye in the restaurant locked onto us; the only thing missing was the obligatory record scratch. We stood on display for about ten minutes, waiting for our table, and slowly roasting under the combined wattage of the stares of every patron and employee of the restaurant. 

Another benefit to taking two beautiful women to dinner: we had three waiters that night, although, I'm pretty sure they took as long as possible to get our food to us. We all had a good laugh watching three of them trying to cooperatively bring one bottle of wine. 

I had fun teaching the girls the French pronunciations for the items on the menu. I even taught them the French phrase for "BYOB" – "Apportez votre vin", or "Bring your own wine", a common phrase in the windows of many a restaurant in Quebec. 

When our food finally arrived, one plate per waiter, it was excellent. Moira and Shelly stuck with seafood, which is always a good choice in Charleston. Moira had Shrimp Provençal and Shelly went with the flounder on a bed of polenta. I'm still impressed that a restaurant in the south had the balls to call it polenta instead of grits, french or not. I'm a sucker for braised meat, so I waffled between Cock au Vin and a lamb shank, but the brandied figs with the lamb sold me.

Of course, samples went all around. That's one my favorite parts of going to a restaurant with other people – I'm not stuck with just one choice, as long as the people I'm with are the sharing type as well. Moira's shrimp were cooked perfectly. They were crisp, garlicky, and had that flavor of the sea that only comes with the freshest ingredients. Shelly's flounder was outstanding, and possible the best cooked fish I've ever had. She moaned her appreciation through the entire dish, which she devoured surprisingly quickly. Neither of the girls were familiar with lamb, and to say they were tentative would be an understatement. I found out that Shelly eats very little meat outside of fish.

"You try it first, Moira. You were the one harping about how good his food tastes are," Shelly teased. I pulled a piece of lamb from the bone with my fork – it was so tender no knife was needed, as any good braised meat should be – and placed it on Moira's plate. She speared it with her fork, held it to her pursed lips and took a shy whiff.

"Oh wow. It smells fantastic," she said before popping it into her mouth. "It's ... strong, lots of flavor, but it doesn't take like anything I've ever had. I think it would be too rich for me in big amounts, but I might steal another bite later." She smiled proudly at me. I squeezed her hand, grinning madly at her.

"OK, Shelly, your turn." I pulled another piece loose, but before I could slip it onto Shelly's plate, she grabbed my hand and steered the fork right to her mouth before she could chicken out, dragging my fork slowly across her pursed lips. She chewed thoughtfully for a few moments, her eyes widening with every chomp.

"I was afraid it would be funky. What's the word?"

"Gamey," I supplied.

"Right, gamey, but it's not. It is really rich and fatty, but, wow."

"The slow cooking helps the gamey taste. Lamb chops might have more of the flavor you're thinking of, and they're even fattier, but they're one of my favorites. Not the best dish in polite company, though. I'd just end up gnawing on the bones." They both laughed, and Shelly mimed gnawing on her finger, her lips curled back, white teeth flashing. Moira laughed even harder, that high, giggly, joyful sound I loved. Shelly grinned, ever the showman.

We capped our time at Rue de Jean with a bottle of FRV 100, a rose bubbly. Pink sparkling wine was another first for them, (Shelly thought it was something the Eagles just made up for "Hotel California") and they enjoyed it immensely. It was sweet and fruity, a perfect dessert wine. The name took me a second, but eventually I got the pun. "If you say the name quickly in French, it sounds like 'effervescent'," I explained. They were unimpressed. Apparently, their generation wasn't big on multilingual puns.

They also apparently weren't big on waiting until we get to the hotel before they got amorous. Shelly was all over Moira as soon as we got into the cab, and it didn't take Moira long to reciprocate. I almost had to pull them apart to get them out of the cab when we got to the hotel. I could just picture myself carrying them, one over each shoulder, their lips locked together behind my head.

"Two minute time out, Shelly," I whispered into her ear. "Then you can go as wild as you want." She disengaged from Moira with a sucking breath, letting me pull her and Moira from the cab. Had her dress allowed, she would have run to the elevator.

As soon as our room door closed, Shelly's hands ran frantically up and down her body. "I need to get out of this dress!" she screamed with frustration. She dragged Moira toward the bathroom, grabbing her robe on the way.

"Hey, Shelly." I picked up the shoes she'd had on earlier and dangled them from my fingers. "These too?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Oooohhh, yeah. They'll put these right at mouth level for me," Moira said, caressing one of Shelly's breasts through her dress. Shelly stretched a quivering hand toward me, dumbstruck.

They disappeared into the bathroom. While they were gone, I removed my jacket, tie, shoes and socks, and sat in the small, maroon, wing-back chair in the corner, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on the bathroom door. Moira came out first, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong, and closed the door behind her. She walked to me, put her hands against my chest, and leaned down to kiss me. "I want some time with Shelly first," she said. "I'll let you know when we're ready for you. Is that OK?"

"Of course. Your idea, her birthday, and I suspected that might be the case. I'm happy as the extremely fortunate third party." She kissed me fiercely.

"You're much more than that," Moira said with one hand against my cheek. The loving look on her face melted me. She could have banished me to sleep in my car for the night and I would have gone without a second thought.

I put my hand on top of hers. "Don't keep the birthday girl waiting," I said with a wink. She shivered and grinned, but she still took extra time crossing the room to the bathroom, staring at me over her shoulder and smiling at me the whole way.

"Ta da!" Moira flourished, flinging the bathroom door open. Shelly stood with her robe unbelted, a few inches of lightly tanned skin stretching from her neck to the untanned skin that would be covered by a bikini, and, of course, in those sky-high shoes. She smiled shyly, with a fingertip clutched between her teeth. The mix of sex and innocence was maddening, and a shiver shot through me.

"C'mere, birthday girl," Moira directed, holding out her hand. Their lips met as they embraced. Moira slid her hands around Shelly's hips under her robe. Shelly whimpered as Moira kissed her way down to Shelly's chest. "As gorgeous as you look in this, it's kind of in the way, and I'm sure you don't want to get it ... dirty." Moira slipped the robe from Shelly's shoulders and tossed it to me. I held it to my face and inhaled deeply, watching Shelly as I did it. Goosebumps broke out all over her body. 

Moira held Shelly's chest to her face and covered it with kisses. Shelly closed her eyes and ran her hands through Moira's hair. She tensed and sucked in a deep breath through her nose when Moira's mouth found a pink, puckered nipple. "Oh, Moira," she groaned quietly. Moira's fingers ran up and down Shelly's back slowly as she sucked and licked at Shelly's nipple. She drew back slowly, pulling Shelly's nipple with her lips until it popped free. Shelly gasped, and Moira immediately turned her attention to the other puckered bud, treating it to the same gentle licking and sucking.

With both nipples well-loved, Moira led Shelly to the bed. She sat Shelly on the edge, stood between her legs and leaned down to kiss her wildly, her hands in Shelly's hair. Shelly gripped Moira's perfect, round butt and moaned into her mouth as her tongue danced with Moira's. Shelly pressed herself against Moira as much as possible as her hands roamed Moira's hips and thighs. Eventually, the limited contact was too much for Shelly to bear.

"Moira, please, I need to feel you against me," Shelly pleaded.

"Oh, sweetie, of course. I'm not trying to tease you." Moira said, lovingly caressing her cheek. Shelly kicked off her shoes and clambered back onto the bed, holding her arms out to Moira. Moira lay down beside her, and the tenderness they showed as they kissed and caressed each other was intensely erotic and stunningly heart-warming. I thought for a second that Shelly would have been happy to fall asleep against her right then. I should have known better.

Shelly suddenly flipped herself atop Moira, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms to the mattress beside her head. "Now I've got you," she said, leaning down to kiss and suck on Moira's neck. Moira closed her eyes and moaned from deep in her throat. Shelly released Moira's hands, and they went to Shelly's puckered nipples, palms circling lightly against the firm buds. Shelly writhed against Moira as she kissed her way down Moira's body. Her olive-toned breasts were a brief distraction, but Shelly quickly moved further south.

Shelly covered Moira's smooth mound with tiny kisses as she kneaded Moira's hips. Their eyes were tethered together. Moira smiled down at her and ruffled her blonde hair gently. Shelly moved to Moira's legs, covering the delicate skin of her lush, inner thighs with slow sweeps of her tongue.

"Mmmm." Moira shivered and squirmed under Shelly's ministrations. Shelly moved slowly downward, peppering Moira's calves with light kisses. She flicked her tongue against the sensitive skin behind Moira's knees and Moira jumped. "That tickles!" So, of course, Shelly did it again. Moira giggled. "OK, I didn't tease you. Either get up here and kiss me or lick me." I loved hearing her in command. Apparently, Shelly did too. She shuddered, and her eyes glazed with lust. She left a trail of quick kisses up Moira's leg before settling in to lick Moira's wet sex with long, thorough swaths of her tongue. "OOOoooohhhhhhh," Moira groaned. While Shelly was distracted, I stripped off the rest of my clothes.

Shelly nibbled at Moira's engorged lips, causing Moira to buck her hips against Shelly's mouth. "You're...still...teasing...me," Moira barely managed to gasp. Shelly stopped, looked up Moira's body into her eyes, and then slowly sunk two fingers into her. "Uhhnnnn fuck!" Moira moaned. Shelly's tongue ran quick circuits around Moira's clit, and Moira began to thrash around on the bed. "Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck. Ohh FUCK!" Moira yelled, grasping a hand-full of blonde locks, and pressing her hot core into Shelly's face. Shelly wrapped her lips around Moira's exposed nub, and curled her fingers inside Moira's pussy. With delicate strokes and firm suction, Moira exploded in a chorus of wordless screams. Shelly clamped her lips onto Moira's clit as she rode out her orgasm

Shelly took a few last licks of Moira's gushing wetness, and then rested her head on Moira's stomach with her eyes closed while Moira gasped for air. When Moira's breathing slowed, she surreptitiously dangled her hand over the edge of the bed where I could see it, beckoning me.

"You know," Moira said as I sneaked up behind Shelly, "tonight is supposed to be about you." 

Shelly lifted herself to her hands and knees. "Really? Hey, where did-" Shelly began. Her question morphed into a, "Woooo!" of surprise as I hauled her upright onto her knees and pressed her back against my chest.

"Yes, birthday girl, really," I said quietly beside her ear. Then, I began to cover her neck with sucking kisses. She reached up and ran a hand over my beard.

"Don't ever shave this. I love how it feels."

"No plans to, don't worry." I slid one palm up and down her abdomen, relishing in the difference in texture between her and Moira. Shelly's body was firm and rippling beneath her skin, where Moira was tone, but lush. I placed my other hand on her sternum to hold her against me. "You might have surprised and overpowered Moira, but you'll have no such success with me. You are mine to do with as I please, and I will have every inch of you," I growled. She sucked in a harsh, gasping breath, and let it out with a mewling whimper.

Pressed flat against me, Shelly had a limited range of motion for her arms. My arms were under hers, so she couldn't get her hands on me below my neck. Moira staying tantalizingly out of reach, occasionally darting in with a hand to caress her lightly, pulling back before Shelly could reciprocate. I covered Shelly's neck and shoulders with kisses, taking time to suck on the triangular Trapezius muscle than ran from her neck to her shoulder. Shelly began to whimper and grind her ass against me, feeling my hardness pressed against her there. I moved my hands to her breasts, pressing my palms flat against them and rolling them in slow circles, keeping her pinned against me. Shelly turned her head to the side, and I captured her mouth with mine.

While we kissed, Moira dropped flat on her stomach and crawled slowly to Shelly, knees splayed to the side like a soldier in the field dodging enemy fire. Her pink tongue, extended between barely parted lips, began to lap at Shelly's leg just above her knee. As she covered Shelly's lower thighs with tiny licks, I wrapped one arm completely around Shelly's chest, over both nipples, of course, and slid the other excruciatingly slowly down her flat stomach. As soon as my hand passed her navel, she began to thrust her hips forward, begging for stimulation. "Oh God, touch me, please," she pleaded.

I didn't alter my pace, but I did eventually arrive at her soaked slit. I steered my fingers around her clit, and then curled one finger upward, barely breaching her outer lips. I used the side of my hand to pull her hips back against mine, further constraining her, as I stroked her with the tip of one finger. I could feel her heart pounding as she began to whimper steadily.




Push Me Ch. 05



Moira began to kiss her way up Shelly's legs. When she reached the apex, she put her hand on mine, and then got up on her knees to face Shelly. "Is this what you want?" she asked as she pressed my hand upward, pushing my finger into Shelly's soaking wet pussy. Shelly sucked in a breath like it was her first after being buried alive.

"Oh fuck yes please," Shelly begged.

"No, no I don't think it is," Moira answered, pulling my hand free. I placed my hand on Shelly's thigh to hold her in place. I was pretty sure I knew what was next. "I think this is what you want." Moira reached between Shelly's legs, avoiding her glistening lips, and grasped my cock. She cupped it in her palm, pushing me upwards against Shelly's hot, dripping entrance. Her slick labia gave way to my cock, but the angle was wrong for penetration. Shelly threw her head back and mumbled a string of gibberish. "Yeah, that's what you want." Moira nodded to me. I relaxed my grip on Shelly, and leaned her forward into Moira. Shelly threw her arms around Moira's shoulders and began kissing her face. I pulled back, and Moira angled me upwards. Holding Shelly's hips perfectly still, I sunk slowly into her.

Shelly bit down on Moira's neck and screamed. As soon as I was fully embedded, Moira reached down to caress Shelly's clit lightly. Her body spasmed in my hands, and around my cock, as her orgasm took her. She became totally dead weight, and Moira struggled to hold her up. As Moira eased her down to the bed, I slid out. Moira laid Shelly flat on her back, and then curled up against her side.

"Now that you've blown out the candles, it's time for cake," Moira said. She hooked one of Shelly's knees and pulled it up to her chest, motioning for me to do the same with the other. I hoisted her ankle, dropped it onto my shoulder, and began to kiss her slender calf. Moira busied herself kissing Shelly's face and neck as I licked and sucked on her leg.

"Mmm, yeah," Shelly mumbled. Then Moira's words sunk in, and Shelly suddenly noticed what was going on. "Wait, cake?"

"Yeah, cake," I said, lifting her other leg onto my shoulder. I leaned forward, and Moira reached down to steer my throbbing erection into Shelly's burning, wet channel. I pressed into her in one firm thrust, and her slippery walls took me in quickly.

"Fuuuuuuck I love cake," she moaned. I sawed into Shelly with long, full strokes, filling her as deeply as I could before withdrawing. With her legs on my shoulders, the penetration was incredible.

Moira pinched and pulled Shelly's nipples while I fucked her thoroughly. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," she mumbled, her head thrashing side-to-side. I kept a slow, consistent pace for several minutes, letting Shelly excitement build gradually. Moira moved her mouth to Shelly's nipples, quickly alternating between them.

Shelly's next orgasm was on the horizon by this time, and mine was building rapidly as well. Moira noticed my heavy breathing and pulled back from Shelly's chest. "Craig's gonna fuck your brains out now," she whispered into Shelly's ear before nibbling on it.

I leaned forward, still with her legs on my shoulders, and began to pound into her, hard and deep. Terse, unintelligible screams poured from her as I split her open with my full, firm length. Her body began to clench with every deep thrust, and her screams quickly turned to squeals. Knowing that I was providing this intense pleasure to her quickly ramped up my excitement level as well. After a few gut-clenched groans, Shelly exploded with an ear-splitting scream, and her convulsing pussy sucked the come from me. I roared as I filled her twitching channel, and then collapsed on top of her, gasping.

"Ay, Dios mio, that was hot!" Shelly mumbled a barely-conscious affirmative. I levered myself off of her and dropped to the bed, trying to catch my breath. "Happy birthday, sweetie," Moira said, stroking her cheek. Then, Moira turned her eyes to me. "I'm not done with you, though."

"I was hoping you'd say that," I replied with a grin. "Just give me a few minutes to recharge?"

"Of course. Although, I think I can help you recharge a bit faster." I chuckled and held my arms out to her. Moira pressed her delectable body against mine as she brought her lips down to kiss me. I luxuriated in the feel of her hot, silky skin as I let my hands wander up and down her enticing curves. Having had more resting time, she wasn't content with kissing and fondling for long. In no time she was moaning into my mouth as she ground her hips against mine, trapping my half-deflated cock between us, which caused it to quickly reverse direction. Moira's escalating excitement was evident by the way she was already dripping onto my member as she rocked her hips.

"I know what I taste like on you. I wonder what WE taste like," she said coyly. I shuddered. She grinned wickedly as she wormed her way down my body, pausing briefly to rub my cock between her pert breasts before swallowing me with one voracious lunge.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I groaned, still a little over-sensitive from my previous mind-bending orgasm. Moira moaned eagerly around my cock as she bobbed, licked and sucked every drop of feminine flavor from me. When she judged me to be hard enough, she withdrew with a last slurp.

"I know you love my butt, and there's something I want to try." My eyes widened in surprise. She giggled. "Not that. Although ... sometime..." She grinned deviously at me. "For now, just enjoy the show." She spun to face my feet and threw a leg over my hips. Then, she took my now fully awake dick in her hand, and sat down slowly. She was sopping wet, but still incredibly tight around my shaft as she gradually took me in. She was right, I do love her fantastic ass. I latched onto it with both hands and kneaded it, letting her set the pace. When I was fully embedded, she moaned quietly. "Mmmm I needed that." She looked back over her should at me, and then raised herself up slowly, clutching me with her vaginal muscles, until only my glans was still inside her, before dropping back down quickly. This time with both groaned loudly. She repeated the slow withdraw and rapid plunge until my hands on her gorgeous ass started to direct her to a more even rhythm. Soon she was riding my member up and down at a smooth pace, her head dangling against her chest. I placed my thumbs under her cheeks and pressed them upwards as she descended, pulling her lips taut around my shaft every time I filled her. "Ohh, fuck," she mumbled breathily.

She accelerated slowly, and the world washed away, leaving just the two of us, joined together, pleasuring each other. She again turned to look at me over her shoulder and smiled ecstatically. She was the perfect image of sensual love – an angelic face wearing an expression of serene peace, twisted by a hunger for me and the pleasure we were sharing, atop a lust-inspiring body. I need to have her, all of her, and I could no longer just sit back and watch. I was overwhelmed by the need to touch her and feel her against me.

I grabbed her hips firmly and buried myself deeply inside her. Then I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her perfect hand-full breasts, and capturing her nipples between my fingers. I covered her neck in frantic, biting kisses. She reached back to wrap her hands around my head.

"I had to" *kiss* "feel you" *kiss* "against me," *kiss kiss* I said urgently. She wiggled in my lap and sighed happily. I dragged my teeth from the soft hollow behind her ear down to the base of her neck, where I bit her gently, causing her to shiver delightfully.

While I was toying with Moira's nipples and roaming the landscape of her neck and shoulders with my mouth, I felt the bed shift as Shelly stirred. Her lips found my shoulder, and her hair caressed my back as she kissed my body. She worked her way to my ear, where she whispered, "Moira sandwich?" I gave Shelly a devious smirk.

"Lay down," I mouthed to her, nodding at the bed, trying to conceal our plan from Moira. When she was in position, I wrapped my arms tightly around Moira and flipped us over quickly, placing her gently on top of Shelly.

"Ohh. Hi, cutie," Moira cooed, wide-eyed, when she found herself suddenly face-to-face with Shelly. Their lips met gently but decisively. I slid slowly back into Moira, She broke the kiss long enough to suck in a breath. Then she dove in, kissing Shelly wildly. Shelly's hands went to Moira's nipples, and she rolled them gently between her fingers. I stroked slowly into Moira, rocking on my knees. Moira began to whimper into Shelly's mouth as I fucked her.

"Hey, Shelly, watch this." I withdrew from Moira's soaking channel, and then slapped her hard on the ass twice, once on each cheek. A throaty growl escaped Moira, after which, she leaned down and bit Shelly's shoulder while pressing her breasts into Shelly's hands. She also wiggled her butt at me enticingly. I gave her two more slaps, before burying my cock in her quickly and deeply. Shelly screamed with pain and pleasure as Moira bit her harder.

I gripped her hips and plowed deeply and firmly into her. She laid her head on Shelly's chest, her tongue occasionally snaking out to lick a nipple, and pressed back against me as I filled her repeatedly. Shelly wrapped her legs around one of Moira's, grinding her clit against Moira's thigh. I slapped Moira's ass again, and then began to thrust faster. Shelly and Moira gripped each other tightly as I rode Moira hard. Moira's breath became ragged, and her body clenched. Her orgasm tore through her, and she shuddered violently in my hands as she pressed her mouth against Shelly's chest and screamed. I pressed myself fully into her as she came.

While the moment passed, I held still and allowed her to come down. When her breathing steadied, I felt her muscles ripple around me, and she gasped. "Craig, I don't know how much more I can take." 

"That's OK, honey." She whimpered as I withdrew slowly. I leaned down to kiss the cheek that wasn't pressed against Shelly's chest. Then I sat beside them on the bed. My erection waved with my pulse. After one orgasm, and reasonable progress towards a second, I wasn't going soft anytime soon.

"I'm kinda sore too, but that got me all hot and bothered," Shelly said, with her eyes locked on my cock. She shifted her gaze to my face. "I'll do you if you do me," she offered. I realized I had never gone down on Shelly.

"Simultaneous?" I asked.

"Ooh, I wanna watch." Moira slurred, still pressed against Shelly's chest. She slid bonelessly off Shelly to lie on her side, her head resting on her arm. I took a moment to admire my Venus, her skin glistening with perspiration. I drew my gaze down the voluptuous curves she displayed so seductively, and I felt myself flush with affection.

While I was lost in my adoration of Moira, Shelly had spun around and was eying me down the length of her body. I sunk down flat on my back, and Shelly flung a leg over my head. Her inner lips were crimson and swollen from previous activities and present excitement. She lowered her body to rest on top of mine, and I felt her fingers slowly encircle my member.

My hands went to Shelly's tight little butt. I squeezed her cheeks before pulling her glistening pussy to my mouth. I tongued her with slow, vertical strokes, from perineum to clit, flicking my tongue under her hood before working my way back again. Shelly bathed my cock with slow licks, up and down the shaft, and around the head. My thighs quivered every time her warm tongue grazed the sensitive underside of the head. 

When Shelly started to rock her hips against my face, I used my thumbs to open her up, and buried my tongue in her. She whimpered, and then wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking it deeply into her mouth. I gushed a hot exhalation sharply across her soaking wet sex and she whimpered again. We licked and sucked at each other hungrily, trying to get as much of each other into our mouths as we could. I slurped at her lips and clit, tongue fucking her, vacuuming up her leaking juices. Shelly did her best to take all of manhood in to her mouth, gagging a few times before she completely deep-throated me. 

She bobbed rapidly on my shaft with firm suction as my tongue danced over her clit. Her enthusiastic sucking quickly brought me to a climax. I wrapped my arms around her waist and barely eked out, "I'm coming," before shoving her into my mouth as I groaned and unloaded powerfully down her throat. She squeaked with surprise, but didn't let up her oral assault until I completely emptied myself into her. She started to climb off me, but I kept one arm locked around her hips. "Relax, and worry about you," I told her. 

Then I attacked her with my mouth and hands. I dipped two fingers into her soaking wet inferno and wrapped my lips around her clit. She slumped onto my chest and began a litany of "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," as my lips and tongue worked her hard button. Her pussy gripped my fingers, pulling them deeper. Soon, her thighs were crushing my head, and she pressed her lips together to restrain a piercing scream as she coated my face with her nectar.

When she calmed down, I moved her gently off me, and then oriented her rag-doll form to lay beside Moira. Moira kissed her cheek, and I went to the bathroom to clean up. I returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned them both tenderly. By the time I was done, they were both asleep. I lay down on the other side of Shelly, whispered, "Happy Birthday," kissed her cheek, and fell asleep.



Push Me Ch. 06



*** Author's note: This is part of a Romance series, but this chapter is being posted in the Group Sex category because it is mostly about the sex. I recommend you read the other chapters as well, as some of the story may not make sense, but they are not necessary. FYI - Chapters 1 and 5 also contain group sex. Thanks, and please vote/comment if you enjoy.

Much editing love to Pandybear311. 

*

Obnoxiously bright sunlight woke me at an ungodly hour the next morning. Shelly's hand on my extremely hard dick made it impossible for me to go back to sleep. I managed to slip free of her unconscious grasp and get to the bathroom, where I had to wait for deflation before urination.

Finally relieved, I left the bathroom to find Moira's face plastered against Shelly's back. A trickle of drool had fled her mouth, climbed down Shelly's shoulder, and escaped onto to the mattress. Shelly had already claimed the space I had vacated, one arm and one leg thrust out as far as possible.

I stroked Moira's arm lightly to wake her. She flinched and snorted. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning, love," I whispered. She flinched again, and her eyes crept open. Her tongue and jaw oscillated slowly as she worked some life back into them before yawning fiercely. Then, her dark, almond eyes focused on my face, and she smiled weakly at me.

"Time is it?" she asked.

"Nine thirty."

"Too early. Weekend," she advised, as her eyes drifted shut.

I sat down between Shelly's arm and leg, and she grunted.

"How about you, chica?"

"Shh. Sleeping," was Shelly's terse response.

"Then scoot over. I didn't fuck you both unconscious just to sleep on the floor." Shelly twisted, pulling the limbs on my side of the bed against her, and flinging her other arm and leg over Moira, who promptly reciprocated. I slid under the sheets and spooned up behind Shelly, lazily caressing two warm, soft thighs, delicious in their distinctness. Moira's fingers captured mine and squeezed.

I heard, "S'nice," from Shelly before I drifted off.

Around eleven, I awoke for the second time that day with an erection pressed against Shelly's smooth flesh. This time, the warm valley of her ivory ass had partially captured me. Half-awake, I instinctively pressed myself more firmly against her.

"Mmm. Tonight, this is happening," Shelly moaned, rocking her butt against me slowly, "and yes, I mean what you think I mean." 

I heard Moira gasp. "Did you just ask my boyfriend to fuck you in the ass?" she asked, feigning outrage. 

"No, I told him he was going to. You did say he was my birthday present this weekend," Shelly replied. 

Moira giggled. "As long as I get to watch. Maybe I'll even munch on that sweet little cookie of yours while he does it, so I have a good view."

Shelly shuddered. "That would be fucking awesome."

"I would ask if I have a say in this, but I'm not dumb enough to protest anything I just heard," I said. They both giggled. "I'm going to hop into the shower. Then we'll get some food and head to the beach. How does that sound?"

When I didn't get a response, I opened my eyes to look over at Shelly and Moira. Their hands were on each other's faces, and they were kissing softly. I smiled and slipped away quietly to take a shower. Judging from the silly, content expressions on their faces when I exited from the bathroom, they hadn't stopped at kissing. They both stood and kissed me on the cheek before disappearing into the bathroom. They took the bag containing their purchases from the gift shop adjacent to Hyman's with them.

They emerged with wet hair, wearing matching, extremely skimpy bikinis. Shelly's was hot pink and shimmered like snake skin, while Moira's was a glittering, metallic silver.

"Oh, God," I fretted. "What are you two trying to do to me?"

They giggled in chorus. "These are presents for you," Shelly said. "We're going to make sure everyone at the beach knows that you have two hot babes clambering for your junk. You're going to put lotion on us, and we're going to make sure that you're thorough. Then, we're going to return the favor. If a guy hits on either of us, we're both going to snuggle up to you and tell him we're spoken for. If it's not too crowded, you might even get lucky." She paused reflectively. "It's a shame we don't have grapes and palm fronds." 

I turned my focus to Moira, but she just grinned and nodded emphatically. "Just try not to get me into any fights, please," I requested.

"Pshh. If an ass needs kicking, I'll be doing the kicking," Shelly declared. "We're more of the liberated, self-sufficient, devoted slave-girl types."

I laughed. "Well then, your master says you at least need to cover up for breakfast." They pouted, giggled, and then pulled short, but thankfully opaque, cover-ups from the bag that had previously contained their bikinis. They were wearable versions of the South Carolina state flag -- navy blue with the Palmetto Tree and crescent moon over the left breast. I was already wearing a pair of green and white floral board shorts and a plain white t-shirt. We all donned shoes and headed to the breakfast bar hosted by the hotel. 

I would go on to spend the rest of the afternoon wondering how Shelly could eat so many pancakes. "They were really good," was the only answer I ever got.

When we arrived at the beach around 12:30, it was just starting to get crowded. We found a nice spot about half way between the high tide line and the dunes, where we spread a large blanket. As soon as the girls shed their long shirts, I could feel the lascivious stares of other beach-goers.

With our gear unpacked, Shelly began to wave a bottle of sun-tan lotion at me. "Don't forget about your responsibilities...master." Moira giggled. 

"I blame you for letting her run amok," I scolded Moira.

She pressed herself against me. "Well then, you'll just have to punish me later. Maybe you can spank me again." She gave me a smoky stare, and then pressed her lips against mine.

"That kind of punishment just leads to more bad behavior," I told her. She giggled again.

"I'm not getting any less crispy here," Shelly said from around our feet. I looked down to see she was already facedown on the blanket, her bikini top untied.

"Wanna help?" I asked Moira.

"No way. I'm looking forward to my turn. I'm going to enjoy watching, though," she said, trailing a finger between her breasts.

I considered squirting a dollop of lotion right onto Shelly's back, since I knew it would still be cold, but I decided against it. Even with all the teasing, they were making this one of the best weekends of my life. I couldn't bring myself to stoop to petty harassment like that. Not when there were much more enjoyable ways to make them pleasantly uncomfortable.

I filled my hand with lotion and spread it onto my palms to warm it. Then I knelt at Shelly's feet, wrapped my hands around her ankle, and slowly ascended, stopping just before I brushed against her barely covered crotch. I dragged my hands back down her leg, twisting them slightly as I went, until I returned to her ankle. When I finished the next upward push, I flicked my thumb along her butt, right under the line of her bikini, and her hips twitched. I moved downward inch by inch this time, rubbing in the lotion until it disappeared.

One leg finished, I refilled my hands with lotion and started on the next leg. I used a similar method, but this time when I arrived at the top of her leg for the second time, I kneaded her thigh, my finger barely grazing the fabric cupping her warm lips before slipping a thumb under her bikini bottom and pinching her cheek gently. Seeing the effect I was having on Shelly, Moira began to supply color commentary.

"Oh, you like it when he pinches your cute little butt like that, don't you? I bet you're getting all wet, aren't you? His thick fingers are so slick from the lotion, I bet he could slip two of them right into you, ANYWHERE he wanted. Would you like that?" 

I heard Shelly moan. Moira was turning me on, too. I was glad I had on board shorts instead of the usual mesh-lined trunks; those would have been a cheese grater on my rapidly swelling cock. I started to rethink the whole 'teasing both of them with the application of lotion' idea, realizing that it would likely leave me painfully in need of some relief. Well, Shelly did say I might get lucky; although, the beach was probably already too populous for that.

With Shelly's legs fully coated, I filled my hand to start on her lightly tanned back. From behind me I heard a male voice say, "Need some help? I'm pretty good with my hands." I mentally groaned at the cheesy line, and I started to respond, when I remembered Shelly's "independent slave-girl" comment. I decided to wait and see what would happen, keeping my eyes on the task at hand, and my mouth shut.

Moira sat up and pressed herself against my side, nestling my arm between her sun-warmed breasts, before turning to look up at the source of the voice. "No, thank you. We have all the hands we need," she told him, smiling sweetly. Shelly took the opportunity to moan as I smeared warm lotion up and down her spine. 

I heard a mumbled, "Wow," and a shuffling of feet on sand that signified our unrequested assistant was departing.

"He was sooo jealous of you," Moira said.

"I can't blame him. I'm living a fantasy here, in so many ways." I gave Moira a significant, loving look. She smiled at me, closed her eyes and rested her cheek on my shoulder.

"Just wait until we go to work on you," Shelly said from her prone position. "But, until then, back to me."

"Yeah, hurry up. I want my turn," Moira demanded.

"Nuh uh, no half-assing. Do it right," Shelly replied.

"Woman, you're square in the middle of three days of me not half-assing something. You think I'm gonna start now?" I asked.

"No, sorry. It's just ... been a while since I had someone's hands on me consistently, and I ... I miss it more than I want to admit to myself."

Moira turned and frowned at Shelly's supine form before she lay down beside her blonde friend, resting her cheek on her own arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to rush him. I want to make sure you enjoy this. This weekend is all about you."

Shelly flipped her head to look at Moira. "I'm sorry, too. I know you're not trying to screw me over." Moira reached out and lifted a stray lock of hair out of Shelly's face tenderly.

Receiving additional re-enforcement from Moira that she was completely OK with everything that was happening, I spent some extra time working the lotion into Shelly's back and shoulders. Shelly moaned in approval, and Moira smiled gratefully up at me. I felt my heart swell.

I was more deeply in love with Moira than I had ever hoped was possible, and I truly believed she felt the same about me. Yet, she could easily accept me pouring all my attention and energy into a variety of intimate acts with her closest friend. Yes, Shelly and I had some history together prior to what I considered the "official" beginning of the relationship between me and Moira, but that only served to make us comfortable with each other. It was Moira's love and faith in us both that allowed it to happen.

As I worked my hands into Shelly's shoulders, I realized something. I had turned a page in my emotional life. I had given Moira the OK to be intimate with Shelly without my presence. Was it because I loved and trusted her, or because I felt an emotional attachment to Shelly as well, and I wanted both of them to be happy? I suspected it was a little from column A, and a little from column B. Would that be the case if Shelly was male, or if I didn't really like her? I doubted it, which bothered me, since that seemed to indicate I felt more for Shelly than I should.

I admit, I've always been curious about truly "polyamorous" relationships. Are they even possible? I never liked that word. I recently saw the term "polyfidelic" used, and that seems much more appropriate. The stereotype is that it's every guy's dream to have two women devoted to him, but can a person truly care that powerfully for two people equally? How can a person love someone as a romantic partner and not feel guilty for every iota of similar feelings he or she directs toward someone else? 

Implicit in that is the idea that a person has a finite amount of love, which I don't really think is the case, but the energy and the time necessary to manifest that love in all its forms IS finite. I can SAY I love someone as much as I love someone else, but if I devote my life to acting that way, am I not just half-loving both of them? Could I ever be sure I was even treating them equally, and not being a slightly better partner to one? I don't think I could handle it if I couldn't be certain.

Deep thoughts for an afternoon at the beach, I guess. Moira, eerily capable of reading my inner monologues as always, reached up to stroke my forearm with concern. I captured her fingers with a lotion-slick hand and kissed her knuckles, mouthing, "I'm fine." She squeezed my fingers and smiled.

"OK, Shelly, I think you're well-greased," I announced.

"Mmhmm," she mumbled sleepily. Pancake coma in three, two, one...

Moira sprawled on her back and held her arms out to me. I crawled between them and leaned down to kiss her softly. After a luxurious moment of our tongues delicately intertwined, she pushed me back gently and said, "OK, I'll do your back. You do your front. Then we can switch."

"Sounds good."

The calm, casual way we took care of each other after that did much to put me at ease. It wasn't uncaring or blasé, nor was it charged with tension. It was just comfortably affectionate. I enjoyed having my hands on Moira's caramel-colored skin, but that was because I was touching HER, not because I was touching a fabulous, feminine body.

When we were done covering each other with coconut-scented SPF 30, I sat back, spread my legs and pulled Moira to me. She reclined against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and we sat quietly for some time, watching the waves crash against the sand. 

"Are you sure you're OK?" she asked, after a while.

"Yeah, I'm just a little overwhelmed. My life has been jam-packed with new experiences since I met you, Moira. You know what a reserved person I am by now. It's a bit disconcerting. I feel like I'm living someone else's life. I'm not entirely sure I know what I'm doing, but I love every second of it, and nothing has happened that I will ever regret. I'm done with that. From now on, I only lament the things I've missed, not the things I've done, and I use that to remind me not to let anything else pass me by just because I'm scared." I squeezed her tightly, and she purred contently. "Thank you," I said into her mango-scented hair.

That brief, rather one-sided, conversation washed away any additional anxiety I had about the nature the relationship between the three people on that blanket. With programming, you have to be equally prepared to handle bad and good data, and you need a final solution which will accommodate all possible eventualities; otherwise, you don't have a complete program, and the first idiot that does something for which you are unprepared shows you the fallacy of the term "fool-proof." Life doesn't work that way. You can't plan for everything. You do the best you can with what you're given. Sure, you can prepare for the future, but the people who think they are prepared for everything have never experienced anything. They've just spent their whole life planning. They think their plans are perfect, because they've never come close enough to letting the brainless idiot that is life push the buttons to really test those plans.

I decided right then I needed some idiocy in my life. It was time to react how I wanted to react, not how "the plan" said I should.

***

Shelly popped up after napping for about an hour. "Throw me a bottle of water?" she asked.

I pulled three bottles from a small cooler and passed them around. As I drank, I stood to work some circulation back into my legs and feet. Moira began to rummage through the beach bag. She pulled out a red Frisbee and flicked it casually at Shelly, interrupting Shelly's application of sunscreen to her stomach. 

"Oh...my...God. I haven't thrown a Frisbee in so long!" Shelly squealed. "Let me finish with this and then we have to go toss it around." I took Moira's hands and hoisted her to her feet. Shelly tossed the Frisbee to me, and I spun it with one finger tucked into the curved rim.

I learned one other important thing that afternoon -- Moira was terrible at throwing a Frisbee. After retrieving a third errant toss from the breakers, I decided some pointers were in order.

"Remember when I showed you how to freeze your upper arm shooting pool? It's just like that, but freeze your whole arm. Nothing above your wrist should move." I demonstrated by flicking the Frisbee to Shelly. It jumped and bobbed in the ocean breeze, but took a straight course right to Shelly, shoulder high.

I grinned as I remembered my trepidation at a more hands-on demonstration of proper form the night we met. When Shelly sailed the Frisbee back to us, I decided to take advantage of the upgraded relationship between me and Moira. As Moira snagged the red disk from the air, I slid behind her and pressed her to my chest. She giggled and wriggled against me. I captured the fingers on her left hand with mine, and then wrapped my other hand around her forearm. I brought her throwing arm down to her waist and held it stationary.

"Just like I showed you," I said. "Nothing but a flick of the wrist." I pressed my lips against her ear. "Like you're stroking my cock," I whispered.

She whimpered and jerked, but with me immobilizing most of her, the Frisbee flew true to its target. Moira squealed with delight as Shelly caught it, and then ground her ass into my groin. "I can't wait to try my new technique later," she said.

"Anytime, gorgeous." I looked up to see that Shelly had attracted the attention of a group of what appeared to be other college students. She waved them toward her, and our Frisbee triangle doubled in size. The male-to-female ratio remained the same, and the ladies decided making the men chase the Frisbee into the chilly surf was extremely entertaining. I don't think anyone threw it directly to me the rest of the afternoon.

At one point one of the new girls stood right next to Shelly, and it quickly became obvious that I was the topic of discussion, judging from the repeated significant looks I received from both of them. Frisbee play petered out, and the second new girl joined the group discussion, followed by more blatant examination of me from a distance. Shortly, they waved Moira over to them. Their male compatriot had struck up a conversation with extremely curvy dark-skinned young woman in a lemon yellow bikini who was strolling down the beach at the time. As they huddled, I started to wonder what Shelly and Moira were concocting.

Shortly after, the group broke up. Shelly and Moira headed back toward the blanket where I had stationed myself, with the other two young ladies going back to their previous spots. It didn't appear that things were about to get far wilder than I had previously anticipated. I couldn't decide if I was relieved or disappointed.

"What was that all about?" I asked. "I'm pretty sure I don't need to ask who it was about."

"They wanted to know which of us was fucking you and if you were our sugar daddy," Shelly replied. "When we told them both of us were, and no you weren't, they decided you must have an enormous dick."

"We didn't argue," Moira pipped in. "Not that we needed to." She winked.

I laughed. "I was concerned that someone was going to volunteer me for, well, I guess it would be double double duty.




Push Me Ch. 06



"One of them hinted at it, but I gave her a 'hands off my man, bitch' look, and she got the point," Moira said.

"Yeah, we devoted slave girls are the possessive, jealous type."

The ego stroking really got to me. My eyes traveled down the beach to the other two girls, who were staring right at us. Coupled with the expectant looks on Moira's and Shelly's faces, I got the picture. I stood and pulled them both against me. I clamped a hand onto each of their asses, and then leaned down to kiss Shelly hungrily. She speared my mouth with her tongue and kneaded her fingertips into my chest.

When she was thoroughly kissed and fondled, I turned my head to Moira. Her eyes were lidded with lust, and she ground her warm pussy into my thigh, assisted with insistent pressure from my hand on her backside. I kissed her wildly. A few seconds later, a round of applause drifted up the beach on the breeze. We turned in that direction to see the two college girls clapping, and the guy with them hoisting his jaw up from the sand.

"I think they believe us now," Shelly said.

"Mmhmm," Moira whimpered and then shivered. "I think I need to sit down."

"Go chill, Mo. I want to talk to Craig. Walk down the beach with me?" Shelly asked me.

"Sure," I replied.

We strolled a sinuous path down the beach, dodging sandcastles, seagulls, and sun bathers.

"So, what's up?" I asked Shelly, after we had walked for close to ten minutes in silence.

"You really love her, don't you?"

"Wow, not what I expected to hear, but yes, I do. What makes you ask that?"

Shelly was quiet for a while. She chewed her lip, struggling with her response. "I ... have a bit of history with older men. It didn't end well. I don't want to see Moira hurt like that. She's my best friend, and she means a lot to me."

"She means EVERYTHING to me, Shelly. I would never hurt her."

She took some time to digest that. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"She fixed me, Shelly. She healed my soul. I don't know any other way to say it, or how to make you believe it if you don't, but she's my world." I paused. "I'm not saying that before I met her I wanted to die, but ... she made me care that I was alive. She makes me feel important. She brought me out of the darkness. In some way, I'm very grateful to you. I'm pretty sure I have you to thank for being the initial push that brought us together." I put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "I owe you, big time."

"I'll remember that. In fact, I'm going to call some of that in right now." She pulled my arm from her shoulders and laced her fingers between mine, squeezing my hand. "Just for a while," she said. 

She pulled us to a stop and turned to face the ocean. We stood and watched the waves, pacified by the rhythmic roar and crash of the surf. Shelly leaned against me, her sun-kissed skin enticingly warm against my ribs. As some gulls fluttered by overhead, I saw her reach up and brush a tear from her cheek.

"Shelly-"

"Don't," she cut me off. "Just ... just stand here with me."

I squeezed her hand, but said nothing. She sighed raggedly. After a few moments, she turned back up the beach, tugging on my hand. "C'mon, Mo will be wondering what happened to us." We walked through the cool, ankle-deep waters of the Atlantic on our way back up the beach. Shelly released my hand before we got within sight of Moira. 

***

Hot, tired and starting to feel pangs of hunger, we left the beach. "So, Shelly, what sounds good for dinner?" I asked, once we were in the car.

"Nothing fancy. Last night was great, but I just want to do something casual and comfortable. You mean you don't have plans?"

"I have dessert plans, but I figured I would solicit some input from you on the main course."

"OK. Just somewhere I can get a good burger maybe. I haven't had one in a long time."

"I'm sure I can find somewhere like that." I noticed Shelly was staring out the window, only half paying attention to the conversation. Once we were back at the hotel, Shelly headed to the shower without a word. 

When the door was closed and I heard the water running, I pulled Moira against me. "I'm worried about Shelly."

"Does this have something to do with what you talked about on the beach?"

"Sorta. She was asking me how I felt about you. She wanted to make sure this wasn't just a fling for me."

"Is it?" Moira asked with a teasing grin. She knew I was wrapped around her finger.

I chuckled. "I'm concerned that seeing us together is doing more and more to remind her of how alone she feels. I know the purpose of this weekend was to show her that she wasn't, but I think now that it's coming to a close, the only thing on which she can focus is that it WILL end."

Moira's face fell, and she sighed. "What do we do?"

I squeezed her tight. "Well, let's keep her focused on the here and now for as long as we can." I paused. "Um, is tonight ... going to be like last night?"

"You mean, are you going to get to fuck her in the ass like she asked?" Moira smirked at me.

"Well, indirectly, yes."

"It would be kind of cruel if we suddenly shut her out, wouldn't it?"

"Well, yeah. I just wanted to make sure you were OK with it."

Moira pulled me against her and kissed my chest. "I am. I want her to be happy. Maybe we can't make her happy forever, but we can give her one more night."

I stroked Moira's hair and held her close.

***

Shelly seemed in better spirits when she returned from her shower. "I hope you two didn't nasty up the bed while I was gone. I was gonna take a quick nap."

"It's still made, isn't it?" I replied.

"True, but you could just be more devious than I suspect."

"Oh, I am. I'm just being honest this time to lull you into a false sense of security."

She narrowed her eyes at me. Moira giggled.

"Take your nap, chica," Moira directed. "Craig will figure out where we're going for dinner while I shower. Then, he can clean up and we'll go."

Moira hopped into the shower, and I rummaged some restaurant recommendation web sites on my laptop with some difficulty. Shelly had flopped onto the bed, facedown, totally naked. Her ass, like two perfect, round grapefruits, stuck up into the air enticingly. Remembering her request from earlier that morning didn't help either.

"I know you're staring at my butt," she said, eyes closed, as I was doing exactly that.

"I know you put it there so I'd stare at it. Don't blame me for capitulating," I replied.

"You know you're going to be doing more than staring later, right."

"I am fully aware of that, yes."

Shelly reached back and gripped her ass with both hands. She squeezed and lifted her cheeks, moaning as she humped the mattress.

"You're a terrible tease, you know that, right?" I asked.

"This isn't a tease. This is a promise," she said.

"Is this something you've done before, Shelly?"

"Well, I've had a little bullet vibe there, but not very far in, and it's nowhere near as big as what you'll be using. Promise to be extra gentle?" She batted her eyelashes at me.

"Of course. It's just ... not something I've done either. I don't want to ruin it for you permanently or hurt you out of inexperience."

Shelly sat up quickly. "I get to be your first!?" she asked incredulously.

"Look, I don't know why you insist on my secret Lothario life, but for the sake of credibility, I'll throw out some numbers for you. My first was a two-time drunk performance with a semi-close friend, followed by the 'just a friend' conversation. The next woman, I married. And then we have you and Moira. Hell, until that fateful Friday night, I'd never even had sex without a condom -- another first of mine you can claim."

Shelly's eyes bulged at my revelations. "But, you were so calm and cool that night."

"Because I never thought anything would happen. I thought you and Moira were just putting on a show for me. I never expected to be involved. You caught me by surprise, before I had time to give myself a heart attack or over think anything."

"And we were really drunk," she supplied.

"And we were really drunk," I concurred.

"Wow. I just ... wow." Shelly shook her head in disbelief.

"Were you hoping to find some ammo in my lecherous past?"

Shelly winced. "I'm sorry."

I sighed. "Me too. Hell, sometimes I feel guilty because you and Moira are so young."

Shelly's eyes flashed angrily. "We are NOT kids. Don't you dare treat us like we are."

I held up my hands placatingly. "I know. I know. It's just ... what you said about having a relationship with an older man that didn't end well bothered me. I know I wouldn't hurt you deliberately, but we do see the world through different eyes, shaded by different experiences, and how I instinctively perceive something might differ wildly from how you see it. I always worry about not learning from the mistakes of others when I could. I really don't want to hurt you or Moira."

Shelly gave me a content smile, which I returned.

Moira appeared from the bathroom at that point, wrapped in towels. "Everything OK out here? No one thoroughly ravaged?"

"Damn it!" Shelly growled. "I didn't know that was an option! We've just been," she made a disgusted face, "talking."

Moira giggled. "Well, I'm glad I didn't miss anything. Go clean up," she directed me. "I'm starving."

After I took a quick shower, we headed to a mom and pop diner with rave burger reviews. I warned them to save room for dessert, but the energy expended on the beach gave us all ravenous appetites. We sucked down copious amounts of liquids as we completely destroyed three enormous hamburgers and equally titanic piles of shoestring fries.

"Holy fuck, that was good," Shelly commented, patting her belly and burping softly. "My sweet tooth is acting up though. I can't wait to find out what these special dessert plans you have are."

"You'll enjoy it. I can promise you that." I took care of the check and we waddled back to my car.

A few minutes later, we arrived at Paolo's Gelato. 

"Ohhh, I love gelato," Moira said as I parked the car.

"It's like Italian ice cream, right?" Shelly asked.

"But sooo much better than regular ice cream," I confirmed.

While we stood in line behind half a dozen other patrons, I pulled up Paolo's website on my phone. They have two web cams streaming the tiny dining room during business hours, so we entertained ourselves by making silly faces and sly sexual gestures to each other online while we waited.

Paolo's choice of flavors was, as always, extensive. Unsurprisingly, Moira selected cappuccino. I went with hazelnut brownie, and Shelly chose chocolate strawberry, which made Moira and I grin like idiots. Shelly glared at both of us, demanding to know what was so funny. On the way back to the hotel, Moira and I took turns describing our adventure in Chicago with chocolate-covered strawberries in agonizing detail. 

Shelly was openly fondling herself by the time we were done. "We need to stop at a drug store," she gasped when the story wound to a close. "We need some lube."

"I have it covered," Moira announced. When Shelly and I both turned incredulous stares at her, she said, "What? Craig isn't the only one who can plan. To be honest, I was expecting more along the lines of a sloppy, four-handed hand job, or maybe some tit fucking, but ... yeah, I'm prepared."

"God damn, I love you," I said, with a heated look.

"Don't you forget it," she warned me with a loving smile.

***

When we returned to the hotel, Moira gave me a surprising piece of instruction.

"Go get a drink at the bar, and give us about fifteen minutes."

"As you wish," I said with a quick bow of my head.

"My name is Inigo Montoya!" Shelly declared loudly. I chuckled as she struck a swashbuckler pose, drawing a confused look from Moira. Shelly hooked her arm through Moira's. "C'mon, Buttercup. Let's get this party started."

"What? Buttercup?" Moira shot me a pleading, baffled look as Shelly led her away.

Meandering to the bar, I ordered a Captain and Coke. I sipped it slowly, roughly judging the fifteen minutes, since I hadn't thought to check the time when I first arrived at the bar, having been rather distracted with what might be going on in my room upstairs.

The door to our room opened when I knocked. Moira greeted me wearing a black bustier with vertical, purple satin trim and a devilish grin. She turned to lead me into the room, strutting with her hands in the air and displaying her magnificent backside, split by a lacy, purple thong. As soon as I closed the door, Shelly strode from the bathroom in her new robe. She stood in front of me with her arms extended slightly to the sides, chin lifted, eyes closed, with an attitude of benediction. Moira reached around from behind her to untie the belt and peel the robe from her shoulders. As she did, she revealed a sheer black tank top, split down the middle, and a matching pair of sheer black boy shorts.

Moira moved forward to slip an arm around Shelly's waist, and the taller blonde wrapped an arm around her shorter friend's shoulder. "Remember when I said I thought you deserved a present too?" Moira asked. "Well ..."

"He's actually speechless, for once," Shelly observed after a moment passed that was filled with my wide-eyed staring. Moira giggled.

I stepped in front of Moira. "Sorry, birthday girl, but ... credit where credit is due on this one," I said, without taking my eyes from my lover. I leaned down and hungrily captured Moira's mouth with mine. She squeaked, and then kissed me back deeply. I dropped a hand to grip her luscious ass as our tongues wrestled.

After a moment, Shelly spoke up with a quiver in her voice. "If I wasn't so horny and desperately in need of some action, I'd like to watch you just fuck her brains out."

"You know, I think I can oblige both of those things and a fantasy of my own at the same time. It'll be win-win-win." I whispered a terse scenario description to Moira, who promptly shuddered.

Moira grabbed one of Shelly's hands, tugging her towards the bed. They embraced, and their mouths came together tenderly. Their fingers wandered each other's body slowly. The kiss gradually deepened, and their hands became more aggressive, light strokes turning to hungry gripping, anxious kneading. As if they shared one mind, Moira gripped Shelly's hips as Shelly clutched possessively at Moira's ass. They pressed themselves together, moaning into each other's mouths.

Soon, the need for skin-to-skin contact took control of them. Their hands frantically raced over each other's bodies, desperately seeking the straps and clips that would remove the offending obstructions shielding their skin. Tops flew, and bottoms fell. Fully naked, their wanton rush slowed to a luxurious crawl. Hands glided tectonically slowly over curvy, silken skin, memorizing every millimeter. They shuddered and gasped for breath, fingers trembling as they delicately caressed sensitive flesh. My heart pounded as I absorbed the fantastic visions.

They moved onto the bed, hands on each other's shoulders, tongues intertwined. Moira lowered Shelly onto her back, and began to slowly undulate her hips against Shelly's, grinding their pussies together. Shelly reached up to grip Moira's succulent ass. Golden bronze hands cupped coffee with cream flesh. Shelly thrust her groin upward. Breathy whimpers and moans filled the room.

Moira began to kiss her way slowly down Shelly's body. She flicked her tongue repeatedly over pert, pink nipples. Shelly buried her hands in the untamed waves of Moira's black hair as she arched her back, pressing her breast into Moira's mouth. Shelly's lips moved soundlessly as Moira loved her blonde friend with her tongue.

I removed my clothes unconsciously as I stood enthralled by the erotic spectacle before me. The room was filled with the sounds of feminine passion as Moira's hands roamed the landscape that was Shelly's smooth, muscular body. Barely audible were the sounds of Moira's gentle kisses as she explored every inch of Shelly.

As Moira worked her way to a pale, shaven sex, I stroked my cock slowly. Moira licked firmly at Shelly's puffy outer lips. Shelly began to whimper, and her legs convulsed with each pass of Moira's tongue. Moira opened Shelly with her fingers and pressed her tongue firmly against the inner petals of her pussy, lapping firmly. "Oh God, Moira," Shelly groaned. She pulled a pillow under her head and smiled with half-lidded eyes as she watched Moira make love to her with her mouth. 

I moved behind Moira and cupped my hand to her glistening sex. My dark-skinned lover moaned and thrust her tongue deep into Shelly. Shelly's fingers clutched at the sheets as she writhed against Moira's lingual invasion. I slowly sunk a finger into Moira, and she pressed back into my hand. I ran my other hand slowly up and down her back. She mewled into Shelly's pussy, and the blonde gasped with the vibrations. Moira attacked Shelly's clit, sucking and lapping hungrily. I inserted another finger into Moira, spreading her open and smearing her copious wetness around her lips. She parroted me, sinking two fingers into Shelly as she latched onto her clit.

I gripped my hard cock and slowly pressed into Moira's waiting entrance. Fantasy achieved. I spent a moment memorizing every detail of what I saw and felt -- Moira's firm, round ass in my hands, her hot, juicy channel wrapped around my hardness, and the ecstasy on Shelly's face as Moira devoured her. 

Moira's hands shot up to grip Shelly's nipples, tugging at them as I began to fuck her slowly. Shelly began to babble insensible syllables as I pressed Moira's face into her cunt with every thrust. I growled as Moira's blazing core clutched me. I gripped her hips and pressed my cock deep into her, rotating and grinding without withdrawing. "Eat her pussy, baby," I told Moira. "Make her come so I can fuck you good." I reared back and slapped her ass firmly. Moira squealed and shoved two fingers into Shelly.

Shelly screamed and began to thrust her hips into Moira's hand, greedily seeking her orgasm. Moira used the hand not pumping into Shelly's pussy to expose her distended clit and lashed it with her tongue. Shelly bucked wildly. Eventually, the sight of me plowing into Moira and Moira's tongue on her clit drove the lithe blonde to the edge. She loosed a piercing scream, and shook violently as she climaxed.

When Shelly's wild gesticulations finally ceased, Moira locked eyes with me. "Fuck me," she demanded, her desperate lust evident on her face. She rested her head on Shelly's still-heaving abdomen. My hands on her hips, I began to saw slowly in and out of Moira. My mouth watered as I watched Moira's lips cling to me every time I withdrew from her.

Moira began to whimper, her face pressed against Shelly's body, as I thrust faster. I closed my eyes, lost in the lewd, rhythmic slap of our flesh colliding and the wet grip of Moira's pussy. Faster and faster I filled her as my conscious being shrunk to the point of our joined bodies. Her cries of ecstasy escalated to shrieks of wanton pleasure as she thrust her hips against mine, swallowing me deeply within her body.

Shelly watched with rapt fascination as I made love to Moira. She panted as she stroked Moira's hair and caressed her face. By now, all thought had fled Moira. She was mindless confluence of pleasure. Strangled squeals forced their way from her throat, as though there was insufficient room in her body for them and my engorged member simultaneously.

I felt her body begin to tremble beneath my hands. She dug her fingers into Shelly's hips, and a scream, starting low and quiet and rising quickly to a piercing pitch and volume, exploded from her lips. She clutched fitfully at me, and her body vibrated with release. I buried myself deeply in her, and my abdomen clenched as my orgasm tore through me.




Push Me Ch. 06



I rocked my hips slowly as we both descended from our peaks, my hands still kneading lustfully at her flawless butt. Moira whimpered as she drifted back to Earth.

We collapsed into a pile of satisfied flesh, Moira sandwiched between me and Shelly. I blissfully, half-consciously covered Moira's neck and shoulders with kisses.

"That was amazing, love," I murmured between kisses. "Thank you for an experience I'll never forget." Moira cooed happily and turned her head to capture my lips with hers. I lazily caressed her hip and stomach as I spooned up against her. Moira whimpered into my mouth when Shelly began to suckle gently at one of her nipples.

We spent a comfortable hour leisurely pleasuring each other while we recuperated. Eventually, my erection began to show signs of new life as Shelly (I was pretty sure) reached between Moira's legs and began to fondle my balls.

"So, about that arrangement we discussed earlier...," Shelly hinted.

"You want your cute little butt poked?" Moira teased.

"Mmhmm," Shelly whimpered, shuddering. "I'm already feeling pretty relaxed. Do you think you and I could just switch spots?" she asked Moira.

"Oh, I get to watch your face while he does it? Deal." Moira rolled on top of Shelly, kissed her furiously for a moment, and then rolled off the other side, pushing Shelly toward me. I snagged Shelly's hips and pulled her against me. Moira slid forward and squashed the three of us together, reaching over Shelly to grab my hip for leverage.

Groins and asses ground together as we primed our pumps. Two sets of lips explored Shelly as her hands wandered mine and Moira's bodies. We were quickly a writhing, panting pile of hot flesh.

"Just fuck me for a minute before you stick it in my ass, OK?" Shelly asked. I pulled one of her legs up onto my thigh and guided my renewed erecting into her sopping wet sex in answer. She gripped Moira's hair and pulled her in for a kiss as I filled her. I did my best to play with four nipples as I slid slowly in and out of Shelly. I felt Moira's hand brush my cock as she caressed Shelly's lips and clit. 

"I can't wait to fuck that firm, tight ass of yours," I mumbled beside Shelly's ear, drawing a throaty moan from her. "It's such a gorgeous, round butt. I bet Moira and I will love the sight of it split open by my fat dick. You're gonna come sooo hard while I fuck it, aren't you? I can't wait to feel it gripping my big, hard cock."

"Oh fuck!" Shelly yelled, pressing her ass against me. "I want it in my ass, right now!" Moira immediately hopped up from the bed to grab the bottle of lube. I pulled out of Shelly, smeared my fingers in her juices, and began to toy gently with her puckered hole. She jerked when I first made contact.

"Shh, it's OK. I'm going to go very slowly. I promise. Just relax."

Shelly took a deep breath, nodding and shuddering as she let it out. I gingerly worked my finger in circles around her little knot. She slowly relaxed, and her breathing evened out. The rictus of concern on her face dissolved into smirk of pleasure, and she began to press back against my finger, which penetrated her just slightly.

Moira returned with the lube, smeared a copious amount on her hands, and then gripped my pulsing erection with one hand, stroking slowly. The other she used to replace my hand at Shelly's backdoor, teasing her opening.

I moaned into Shelly's shoulder as Moira slick fist stroked me. Shelly let out a low groan, and I looked down to see one of Moira's fingers gradually sinking into Shelly's asshole. When she was two knuckles deep, she began to fuck Shelly slowly. Shelly tugged at her own nipples while Moira penetrated her and stroked my cock.

"Fuck, this is hot!" Moira declared. "Pleasuring you both at the same time ... it's just ... wow."

Shelly began to press her ass against Moira's fingers as her opening stretched. "More," was her simple request when one finger was easily moving in and out.

"OK, baby, just relax," Moira replied. She began to slowly slip a second finger into Shelly's well-lubed butt. Shelly's fingers clamped down on my thigh as the second digit gained entrance.

I leaned down to her ear. "You need to relax. Otherwise, you'll hurt us both. Just let those muscles go, and take slow, deep breaths." I nibbled on her ear and stroked the clenched muscles in her arm. "By the way, you can change your mind anytime. Just say the word."

The reassurance that we would stop if she so chose did much to calm her. After a few more moments of Moira fingering her ass, Shelly felt she was ready for the main event.

"Feeling pretty relaxed and open here," Shelly advised. "You ready, big boy?"

"Beyond ready," I replied. "I'm going to let you set the pace. I'll just lie here until you're ready for me to do more." Moira guided my throbbing cock to Shelly's butt. When the head was snugly against Shelly's loosened hole, Moira told Shelly to push against it. The pressure was intense, but the prep-work had done it's job. The head of my dick slowly sunk into Shelly's ass. 

"Unnnggg, fuck!" Shelly groaned with the initial penetration. "That's a lot bigger than Moira's fingers." 

I could only groan in response. It took every bit of concentration and willpower I could muster to force myself to remain still, instead of gripping Shelly's hips and burying myself in her.

Moira used the hand that had been rubbing my cock to diddle Shelly's clit lightly. The sudden new sensation helped distract Shelly, and another inch of my iron hard dick gradually slid into her. I reached around to tweak her nipples, rolling one and then the other between my fingers. I pinched and tugged at them, and little convulsions ran through Shelly's hips, slowly impaling her more and more deeply on my cock.

"How," Shelly panted roughly, "how much is in?"

"About half," I replied.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? It feels like you parked your car in my ass."

"Well, you, and your butt, are tiny. I'm ... not. We can stop if you want. I don't want to hurt you."

"No, no way. You're gonna get that whole thing in my ass, and then Moira is gonna eat me while you fuck me. That's what I want for my birthday."

I chuckled. "Again, I admire your persistence. So far you're making good progress. Let me know what you need from me."

"Just give me a minute. I think I'm loosening up more."

Moira leaned down and kissed Shelly gently, still slowly swirling a finger around her clit. Then, she cupped Shelly's mound with her hand, slid a finger into her, and began to push her slowly onto my throbbing erection. Shelly moaned into Moira's mouth and began to rock her hips, each thrust backward swallowing a small additional amount of my hot, hard, slick flesh. 

My hands roamed Shelly's torso lightly, never lingering in one spot for long, just trying to reassure her that this was a pleasurable thing, and pain was not the intent. Concentrating on my roaming fingers also help distract me from the fierce grip wrapped around my cock. So I was surprised when I felt the smooth cheeks of Shelly's ass come to rest against my pelvis.

"I," Shelly began, and then shuddered as a ripple of pleasure, caused by the combination of Moira's nimble fingers in her wet pussy and my manhood buried in her tight little butt, washed over her. She took a few gasping breaths and then started again. "I did it."

"Job well done, birthday girl." I kissed the back of her neck. "You relax and leave the rest to me and Moira now."

"Mmhmm," Shelly moaned. Moira was still fingering her slowly, and I began to rock my hips slightly. Shelly bit her lip to hold back a squeal. "Oh fuck shit Jesus fuck," she babbled.

As gradually as I could manage, I slowly increased the arc of motion of my hips. Eventually, I was pulling out half way, maddeningly slowly, before sliding back into Shelly's loosened ass. She was groaning throatily every time I pressed into her, and her ass had gone from resisting me to gripping me tightly.

Suddenly, she slammed her hips back against me, pressing me deeper than I had been previously. "Ahhh! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" she yelled.

"I'm going to put you up on your knees, and Moira is going to get under you, OK?"

"Yes! Do it! Fuck me!"

I looked at Moira and saw the wild lust in her eyes matched the rampant desire in Shelly wanton exclamation. Moira licked her lips as I eased Shelly up onto her knees, still embedded deep within her. Moira then slithered underneath her, her face even with Shelly's red, swollen pussy.

"That is so ... fucking ... HOT," Moira declared. "His fat dick is splitting your cute, little butt open, and your pussy is just begging me to lick it." Moira delivered the last word in a long groan when Shelly bent down and shoved her face into Moira's smooth lips.

I slipped my hands around Shelly's hips and began a slow in and out. She expelled a low rumble into Moira's pussy, which made Moira's tongue dart out into Shelly's dripping sex, starting a feedback loop of sexual pleasure. The visual stimulation was almost as intense as the physical.

Shelly's ass convulsed randomly as I fucked her. She alternated between gasping breaths, throaty moans, and high-pitched whimpers as Moira lashed at her pussy with her tongue. Her smooth, tanned skin under my fingers was slick with a shimmering layer of sweat.

Faster and faster I thrust. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper I penetrated her. My breath gushed from me like a thoroughbred at a photo finish. I squeezed her cheeks roughly as I plowed into her. It was rough, animalistic sex at its best.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh FUUCCKK!" Shelly bellowed as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Her ass clamped down on my shaft, and her body shook as her pleasure dominated her completely.

If the hot, tight, slick sensations coursing through my cock weren't enough to send me over the edge, watching Shelly experience an epic climax with my manhood buried in her butt was. I pulled her hips against mine and vibrated violently as I gushed deep inside her.

I barely managed to swing my momentum to the side as I collapsed onto the bed. Shelly was already a motionless heap on top of Moira. I heard a wet squelching, followed by a throaty, "Ohhhh yeah," as Moira finished off herself after Shelly went limp.

After I caught my breath, I carefully pulled Shelly, who was barely clinging to consciousness, from atop Moira. We gently cleaned Shelly and then ourselves.

Before Moira and I returned to bed, I scooped her into my arms. She nuzzled sleepily against my chest, and I caressed her back lightly. We swayed slowly for several minutes, drunk with exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss.

"I hate sleeping in the same bed as you without sleeping next to you," I mumbled into her hair.

She kissed my chest. "One more night," she replied.

"Moira in the middle tonight," Shelly stated blearily from the bed. "It's the only way we haven't slept."

"She's right," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I captured Moira's lips with mine as I walked her backwards to the bed. Moira slid under the sheets and curled up against Shelly. I spooned up behind Moira, and fell asleep, my hands full of the woman I love, my nose full of mango-scented hair.



Push Me Ch. 07



**Author's Note: Sorry for the extensive delay. Life is just like that sometimes, and it was necessary to keep the story honest. Thanks to everyone who asked about the next chapter. Enjoy!




As soon as Moira's warm, nude form, which was pressed up delightfully against me, registered, in my slowly waking mind, a far less pleasant sensation intruded – a muffled sniffling coming from the other side of the bed. I felt Moira pull free from my grasp and glide across the sheets to Shelly, wrapping her arms around her sobbing friend.

"Sweetie, what is it?" Moira asked.

Shelly buried her face in Moira's neck as her body shook. Moira cooed and mumbled supportively until Shelly calmed down enough to speak.

"Why doesn't anyone love me?" she whispered. My heart broke. In my mind, I saw a banner hanging over the bed that said, "Mission Failed!" jeering me with accusing red letters. I shook my head to clear away the image. This wasn't the time for self-pity.

I hopped up and went to the other side of the bed, where I knelt and put my arms around Shelly from behind, resting my forehead against her smooth, tanned back.

"Shelly, we-" I began.

"Don't!" she bellowed. "Don't feed me some crap that you two love me. I know exactly how far that love goes. It goes from here to there!" She thrust out a finger and pointed at the door to the hotel room. I recoiled and withdrew my arms from her.

Moira winced at her angry accusation. "You think that's all this was? That we wanted you as a toy for the weekend? We don't care about you at all?"

Shelly sighed. "I know you care, but I also know this was just icing on the cake of your relationship. You two are together. This was just a last fling before you move on and leave me behind."

Moira moaned, saddened by Shelly's despondent words. "Shelly, this wasn't meant to be a goodbye of any kind. It was supposed to be a happy, fun weekend to show you just how much we DO care. We wouldn't have invited someone into our relationship like this unless we both cared about them very much. Nothing will be different between us when we get back home. I'll still be right there any time you need me."

Shelly tipped up her head cautiously and met Moira's eyes. "Really?"

"Of course! How can you even think I would abandon you?"

"Because," Shelly jerked a thumb over her shoulder, "he loves you so much. Why would you need me?"

Moira leaned in and whispered something in Shelly's ear, after which they both looked down at their own bodies.

"OK, yeah I guess you need me for that," Shelly admitted, giggling. Her laughter cut off abruptly. She threw her arms around Moira's neck and began to sob again. "Oh, Mo!"

"Shhh, it's OK," Moira whispered, stroking Shelly's back.

I sat frozen the entire time, feeling completely useless. 

Eventually, Shelly's cathartic sobbing spun down to the occasional sniffle. "You promise you won't abandon me?"

"I do. I swear I'll always be there for you. You're my best friend, and I love you very much."

Shelly giggled, "Plus, I took one for the team last night!"

"Hey, you put the metaphorical gun to your metaphorical well lubed head on that one," I reminded her, patting her naked rump.

They both giggled, "I feel like I got shot in the ass, that's for sure." She flipped over suddenly and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Thank you for being so careful and for keeping me calm. My first time was amazing. How was yours?"

"Thoroughly unforgettable."

Moira's face froze. "You had never done that before?" she asked, her eyes fixed on mine. "I didn't know that," she said, surprised and disappointed.

Shelly cried out an unintelligible wail of distress as she flipped back toward her friend upon hearing the sadness in her voice. "Please don't hate me! I'm not trying to steal him or anything, I swear!"

Moira's face softened and she took Shelly into her arms again. "It's OK. I'm glad I was there, and that it was with you. I just wish I had known at the time. It would have made it that much better."

"I'm sorry, honey," I said. "Shelly and I had that conversation while you were in the shower. I just didn't think about it again after that. I was focused on making it good for her. I was pretty sure there was no way I wasn't going to enjoy it."

They both giggled again, and the tension dissipated.

Breakfast and checkout from the hotel were quiet, and the trip home was uneventful. We were all very content as we reminisced about the weekend. Shelly was feeling less abandoned and vulnerable. Moira was OK with the fact that Shelly and I had experienced a first together. She actually admitted to being scared to try it and not being ready for it, and said she was relieved that I hadn't pressed her for the same treatment. She was also thrilled she could fulfill my fantasy of making love to her from behind while she went down on Shelly. A deep, hungry kiss from me while we stopped at a red light, made sure she knew just how memorable it was for me.

***

The next few weeks of my life were far more interesting than I had anticipated when we left the hotel. My relationship with Moira continued to grow as we learned more about each other. She got into the habit of spending every other night at my place, and I quickly became addicted to falling asleep with our bodies intertwined.

Somewhere during that time, another tradition started. 

It began with a knock at my door about half an hour after Moira showed up one Friday. She leaped up, saying that she was sure it was the "special dinner" she had ordered.

When Moira opened the door, there stood Shelly, wearing the robe I had gotten her for her birthday, her hair tied up in a bun, chopsticks shoved through it. Shelly waved a white plastic bag she held in one hand. "Dinnah is served," she drawled, suddenly a Georgia peach.

She handed the bag to Moira; along with a rolled gymnastics mat she carried in her other hand. Her robe hit the floor as soon as the door closed behind her, revealing her lithe, nude body. She ran her hands slowly over her torso, hips and thighs, ending with her palms cupping her groin lightly. "Mmm, freshly waxed from the neck down, nice and smooth," she said, pinning me in place with a smoky stare. "Can't get any hair in dinner, can we?" she asked with a coy smile.

While Shelly was distracting me, Moira had spread out the mat in a clear space on my living room floor. "You're here to work, not flirt," she directed toward Shelly. "Get your no-longer-virginal butt over here and lay down. I'm hungry."

"Yes, ma'am."

Shelly used her trademark hip-ticking walk to mesmerize me with her ass as she strode to where Moira stood beside the mat. Moira slipped her hands around Shelly's waist and hugged her close.

"Thank you for doing this," she told Shelly.

"No need to thank me. I think it's gonna be fun!" She kissed Moira lightly on the cheek before arranging herself comfortably on the mat. I quickly theorized what was in the bag and saw where this was going. I was half (at most) right.

Moira removed the chopsticks from Shelly's hair, ignoring the bags for the moment. She proceeded to treat them like paint brushes, sans bristles or paint, and drew lightly all over Shelly's body. Goosebumps arose as Moira caressed Shelly's skin with the blunt tip of each stick. After a few minutes of delicate caresses, Moira took the chopsticks in hand in the standard grip, and grasped one of Shelly's nipples, tugging gently. 

Shelly moaned quietly as Moira teased her. Moira licked the chopsticks and captured Shelly's other nipple, twisting it slightly as she pulled. Shelly bit her lip as her eyelids fluttered.

When Shelly's hand began to caress her own thigh, Moira rapped it with a stick. "Lay still," she instructed. Shelly shuddered and placed her hand back flat on the mat. The chopsticks meandered slowly down Shelly's abdomen. When they reached her bald sex, Moira plucked gently at Shelly's puffy outer lips, just as she had done with her nipples.

Shelly's hips lurched, and she whimpered as Moira palpated her tender flesh. When Shelly was slick with excitement, Moira spread her friend open and rubbed the chopsticks up and down her engorged inner lips. Shelly sucked in a ragged breath as her thighs twitched. 

Just as Shelly began to groan loudly at Moira's treatment of her pussy, my amazing lover stopped. Shelly's eyes shot open as Moira withdrew the chopsticks. Before Shelly could speak, Moira silenced her with a look. "It's dinner time," she declared simply, placing the chopsticks on the mat beside Shelly's head where she knelt. Shelly took a long, shuddering breath, but remained otherwise silent.

"You don't have to stand all the way over there," Moira announced without looking in my direction as she popped open the boxes nestled within the bag resting beside her. She gave me a sly smirk as I approached, and then returned her attention to her original task. Moira carefully decorated Shelly's supine form with pieces of sushi, using the chopsticks with which she had so delicately teased her blonde friend.

I watched quietly as Shelly was gradually obscured by a variety of sushi. As I knelt opposite Moira, Shelly gave me a restrained smile that quickly returned to her neutral expression.

With the boxes empty, Moira favored me with a brilliant smile. "I hope you like it. I admit, I stole the idea from a movie, but it seemed like fun."

"First, let me say that it is a fantastic idea, and you both deserve the highest accolades for this." Simultaneous beaming smiles lit the room. "Second, you know 'Rising Sun', but you don't know 'The Princess Bride'?" I asked, perplexed and exasperated.

"Well, I know it NOW. Shelly made me watch it," She paused and reached out a hand to me. "I love you too." I grasped her hand tightly and smiled at her, awash with a warm, comfortable affection. "Now, let's eat."

We teased Shelly throughout the meal, letting a chopstick trace designs idly into her skin as we chewed, deliberately brushing her nipples lightly. We fed her the occasional piece of sushi as well, caressing her lips or allowing a drop of soy sauce to fall on her chin or neck before placing the rice and fish on her tongue.

When I leaned down to lick a small patch of spicy mayo from the center of her chest, Moira barred my path with her chopsticks. "Not yet," she said. She picked up two remaining pieces of sushi, both of which were topped with the spicy mayo, and flipped them over, one onto each nipple. She hefted one piece and delivered it to my mouth before eating the other.

Chewing, swallowing and savoring complete, Moira locked eyes with me. "Now," she said simply, nodding her head. Together we leaned down and proceeded to clean Shelly thoroughly. While Shelly did her best to remain perfectly still, Moira and I bathed her taut nipples with our tongues, sucking and lapping the creamy sauce from her smooth skin. Our tongues battled for the other stray dollop of sauce between her breasts. We licked the soy sauce from her neck and face as she moaned deep in her throat.

When we sat back, Shelly was panting roughly, her eyes wild with need. I suspected this wasn't Moira's intended endpoint, so I played along. "You know, we probably should make sure we didn't miss anything, anywhere else."

"Well, it is tradition to lick the table clean," Moira advised. Shelly whimpered quietly.

"Sides or ends?" I asked, looking up and down Shelly's body.

"Mmm, sides definitely."

Moira and I covered Shelly's face with soft kisses. Moira nipped her ear and said, "You don't have to lie still anymore."

"Oh, thank God!" Shelly gasped as she thrust her hand into Moira's hair and pulled their mouths together. I kissed and sucked on Shelly's neck and shoulders while their tongues dueled. When I felt Shelly's hand dig into and tug on my shirt, I looked up to see Moira's lips were halfway down Shelly's arm. I moved my face over Shelly's, but before I kissed her, I stroked her check softly.

"This was an amazing experience that wouldn't have happened without you. Thank you."

She smiled briefly, her eyes sparkling with pride before her face contorted with lust. "Shut up and kiss me," she demanded. Our lips crashed together as we tried to devour each other. Shelly's hand found its way under my shirt, and her nails told me how much she was enjoying the slow, thorough consumption of her body.

My lips broke free and wandered her face, kissing, sucking and biting gently. When the opportunity presented itself as my ear was near her mouth, Shelly whispered, "Go strip Moira." Two naked women seemed like an excellent idea. 

I looked down to see that Moira was occupied with covering Shelly's stomach and hips with kisses. Slinking around behind her, I grasped her shoulders, pulling her up onto her knees. "No, no, Shelly first," she protested.

"This is Shelly's request," I told her as I unbuttoned her orange silk blouse. My lips found her neck, and she shuddered.

"You stay right there," Moira said, pointing an admonishing finger at Shelly as she began to sit up.

I slipped Moira's shirt from her shoulders and down her arms. Once it was completely removed, she leaned back against me, and my fingers danced up her abdomen. I caressed the underside of her breasts lightly through her white, satin bra. A hungry growl rumbled in my throat as my eyes soaked in the contrast between her caramel skin and the shimmering, snow white garment. I bit her gently on the neck, raking her with my teeth as I unclasped her bra, which followed the same path her blouse had, onto the floor behind us.

"That's enough for now," Moira said as her hands intercepted mine en route to her chest. "Shelly did something very nice for us, and she deserves her reward. Get back to your side." She thrust a shoulder backwards into my chest, pushing me away slightly.

I darted in to capture her earlobe between my lips before whispering, "As you wish." I saw her cheeks draw up in a smile, and she squeezed my hands briefly.

I leaned down, fastened my lips onto the skin of Shelly's stomach just below her navel, and sucked gently as I crawled over her body to take up station opposite Moira again. I kissed and nibbled her creamy skin from there to her ankle, my fingers tracing alternate routes to the same destination as my mouth.

As I dragged my lips and tongue back up Shelly's leg, her moans were suddenly stifled, and Moira's voice cried out. I looked up to see Moira dangling a nipple into Shelly's mouth. Shelly's fingers dug into Moira's ribs, and her neck bobbed rhythmically as she sucked and tugged on firm bud between her lips. Moira's ebony mane enveloped Shelly's head, and her parted, painted lips gushed breathy sounds of appreciation of Shelly's talented tongue and lips.

I straddled Shelly's leg and continued my rising kisses. Once I cleared her knee, her smooth inner thigh beckoned to me. I sunk my teeth into it and gnawed gently at the taut muscle. She whimpered and clamped a hand down on Moira's gorgeous ass in response to the sudden, new stimulation. I worked my teeth slowly higher, spreading her legs as I went.

Her smooth sex leaped toward my face when my tongue and teeth got near. I lapped at her slit with long, slow licks, barely penetrating her. She whimpered, and then mewled loudly when Moira's tongue joined mine, flicking across the delicate flesh covering her clit. I kissed Moira messily, and then thrust my tongue into Shelly's waiting pussy, exploring her thoroughly, massaging her with my lips and tongue.

All semblance of organization flew apart at that point. Clothing was rapidly shed. At some point, we moved to my bed. The focus shifted from person to person, and we pleasured each other well into the night. We culminated with one of Moira's legs on my shoulder as I straddled the other, my cock buried inside her while she and Shelly kissed wildly, screaming into each other's mouths.

The next Friday I cooked, and I knew Shelly was coming, and the ending was much the same, except the girls took turns riding me, dragging me close to climax repeatedly before switching off. Again, I finished inside Moira.

A week later, after dinner at a local pizza and pasta place, I found myself embedded in Shelly's ass for a second time. Moira sucked her nipples and stroked her clit, and Shelly screamed my name as an orgasm tore her apart, prompting me to unload inside her.

The shift was gradual. I didn't notice it until 'I wonder what my girlfriends are doing?' ran through my head one evening. "Oh shit," I announced to no one. I sat motionless in the dark for several hours that evening, trying to process what that one little "s" meant. In my mind, it all boiled down to equality. I couldn't use the same title for Shelly that I did for Moira, because I didn't feel the same way about them, even though I treated them very similarly. I'd even impishly kissed Shelly on the nose and told her "I love you, too," in response to her professed affection before we'd passed out after an energetic session the previous Friday. However, I didn't love her like I loved Moira.

I had to put a stop to this. It didn't take much deliberation for me to be sure I would never feel for Shelly what I felt for Moira. I worried for much longer about how Moira would feel about my conclusions. I knew Moira would be coming over the next evening, and I resolved to discuss this with her then.

***

I could tell something was on her mind the moment she walked in the door. She had trouble meeting my eyes, and she clung tightly to me when I greeted her with a hug.

"Seems like you have something on your mind, too," I remarked.

Her eyes leaped to mine, and then closed, washed asunder by the pain on her face. I took her hand and steered her to our usual conversation place on the couch.

"Do you want me to go first, or do you want to talk?"

Moira bit her lip and shook her head, eyes downward.

"OK. I'll talk, but I want you to look at me." My fingers captured her chin, and I gently pulled her face up to mine. She managed to conjure a brittle smile as our eyes met.

"I'm just gonna jump right in. I've been thinking quite a bit about the relationship between me, you and Shelly." Moira's face constricted, cluing me in that this had been on her mind as well. I hoped she had come to the same conclusions.

"Moira, I care about Shelly. She's one of my closest friends. She's a sweet, caring woman, and she deserves the best." I paused for a steadying breath. "But I can't give that to her. I love you. I feel like I'm cheating you and her out of something with the way our relationship has been recently. I don't think ... Friday night ... should continue the way it has."

Moira's reaction befuddled me. Instead of being outright relieved, or angry, or even pouty or sad, she was ... resigned. Almost as if she knew this decision had to come, but she wasn't sure where she wanted to be standing once it was, and she felt forced to abide by it, no matter what it was.

"Then that's how it will be," she said after a moment.

"Don't hide from me, Moira. I know this has been bothering you, too. Why the blasé reaction? Either this is what you wanted, or it wasn't. Or were you just not sure?"

"I know I don't want to share you anymore. I can't share you anymore. I love Shelly, and I love spending time with her. I enjoy all the things the three of us do together, but I can't handle sharing you like that with her anymore."

"Then why aren't you happier that we agree, and that I'm not pushing for more ... having and eating of cake?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts and take a deep breath. "I'm scared," she whispered.

I took her hands into mine. "Scared of what?"

"Shelly ... Shelly said you'd get bored, that it would take both of us to keep you interested. She was happy just being the bedroom toy. She said, "He's older than you. More mature. He's gonna want some strange. Better it's the strange you know, right?'"




Push Me Ch. 07



"Moira, I hope you know me better than that."

"I'm trying. I swear. But ... Shelly knows from experience."

"How so?"

"Well, you remember I told you she had a boyfriend at another school when we met?"

"Yeah."

"The other school was her high school, and the 'boyfriend' was one of her teachers."

"Whoa."

"Yeah. Anyway, eventually he dumped her and told her she bored him, since 'she wasn't good for anything but a fuck, and he had plenty of other willing, barely legal sluts.' That's why she thought it would be fun to talk to you at the bar that night. She thought you could be a relaxing fling with a more mature man, and she and I would be there to watch out for each other. But ... you turned out to be so much more."

"Well, that answers a question I hadn't thought of for some time, but Moira, please tell me you don't believe that I think that of you, or of Shelly."

"No! Of course not! But ... the ... the getting bored part, it scares me."

I sighed and pulled her close. She came willingly, nestling her face against my chest. I kissed her head and stroked her hair for a moment.

"I'm not going to pretend I know the future, Moira. People change. We are at different places in our lives, and we both have numerous things we want to experience, and no way to predict how those things will change us. I love you more than I can ever put into words. The sense of peace you give me just by being with me is the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I would never jeopardize that for some 'strange', however familiar it may be. You are truly all I want."

Moira broke down at that point, wailing, "I love you, too! I'm afraid I don't deserve you though. That this is some cruel trick as punishment for bad things I've done, and you're going to be yanked away from me just when I need you the most." Then, she collapsed sobbing into my chest. My arms enveloped her and held her tightly as she shook.

"Moira, you're not a bad person. Everyone makes mistakes. Few people deserve to be punished their entire lives for them. I think I know you pretty well. Even if you did some things you think to be terrible, I suspect you've long since learned your lesson from them."

"You don't understand! There's no lesson here! I did a terrible thing! Nothing can erase that! It doesn't matter what I've learned. I can't undo it, and I can't ..." She paused to snuffle and take a deep breath. "I can't even say I'm sorry. It's too late," she moaned through a new round of tears.

I rocked her in my arms as she wept, and shed a few tears of my own. When I thought she was collected enough to talk, I spoke up.

"Tell me, Moira, please. What is it that makes you feel so undeserving? What have you done that is so unforgivable?"

"You'll hate me, and you should."

"No, Moira, I won't. I love you."

She tilted her eyes up to mine, and I saw a vague flicker of shocked hope. "You mean that? No matter what I'm about to tell you, you'll forgive me and still love me?"

"Of course."

She took a deep breath, marshaling her courage. "It's my fault Julian is dead."

"Moira, that's not even possible."

"It is! He told me about the headaches first. I teased him that mami and papi would take him to a doctor to get a shot. He was so terrified, and I thought it was funny. He went months without telling them. Eventually, he couldn't hide it from them anymore. By then it was too late." She erupted into tears. "I killed my little brother!"

I pulled her to me and held her, shocked by her revelation, horrified that this had haunted her, her entire life. So much about her made sense in that moment – every moment that she doubted herself, that she shied away from the high opinions others had of her. Guilt had eaten at the woman I loved for a decade. It was time for her to start healing, and I swore to myself I would do everything I could to help.

"I understand what you mean by this being a harsh lesson to learn for seemingly no benefit. I can't imagine how much it must hurt, but you couldn't have prevented Julian from getting sick, and you don't know that doing anything differently would have saved him. I think you made your apologies a long time ago. You brought joy to your bother when nothing else did. His life was unfairly short, but you did everything you could to make it the best life possible. I still love you, Moira, and I know Julian always did."

Moira wailed like the damned, reliving a kind of emotional torture I can't even pretend to understand. She shook, sputtered and choked, and I cried for her, confident and at the same time mortified that I could do no more than I was.

After what seemed like years, her tears wound down, and we found healing in the silence, and in proximity. Moira's arms snaked around me and she squeezed powerfully as she drew in a deep breath. She tipped her face up to mine, and her frown shattered into a mirthful smile. A sputtering laugh burst forth, followed by several of its friends. She lunged toward my face, and we shared a salty, playful kiss.

"I was so scared. So, so scared," She paused for a breath. "But ... I believe. I trust you. I love you."

I kissed her again, softer this time, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "You'd better." I cracked a lop-sided grin. 

She thumped my chest, and pressed another smacking kiss on me before jumping to her feet. Grasping my hands, she pulled me to my feet. "Dance with me."

I drew her quickly to me. She gasped, and then smiled up at me, slipping her arms around my neck. We began a gentle sway. 

No music played. No beats, but our hearts propelled us. No predefined path guided our feet. No clothing was removed, but in that motion, we made love.

***

As the weather began to turn cool, which doesn't happen until November in South Carolina, my relationship with Moira solidified even more. She discussed our decision with Shelly, who respected it, after she threatened me with very specific descriptions of the bodily harm that would befall me if I hurt Moira, and promised to abide by it. Moira and Shelly also stopped fooling around without me, even though that hadn't happened much since our weekly group sessions started. I hadn't really been concerned about that, but I was relieved nonetheless.

Around the middle of November, my phone rang randomly one Tuesday evening. The number was familiar in a way I couldn't place, even though it wasn't a local area code.

"Hello?"

"May I speak to Craig Freeman please?"

"Speaking."

"Mr. Freeman, my name is Juliette Cobb, and I'm the Administrative Assistant for the Director of Stadium Technology at Soldier field."

"What can I do for you, Ms. Cobb?"

"Mr. Freeman, you've been brought to our attention as a potential candidate for a position we have available."

"Brought to your attention by whom?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that information. You could always ask the director though. If it's OK with you, I'd like to tell you a bit about the position and, if you're interested, schedule an interview."

'Can't hurt to listen,' I thought to myself. "Sure, sounds good."

Juliette told me about the portions of my experience they thought would be valuable to the project they were about to start, including trend analysis and real-time mass transaction processing. She also listed a boilerplate series of job expectations that were similar to the ones I had now.

"We're interested in filling this position as soon as possible, and it's top priority for the director. Therefore, his immediate schedule has been cleared for interviews. Are you free later in the week for a video interview?"

"Thursday and Friday are fine with me." I provided my Skype contact information, and she stated she would forward additional job and project information to my e-mail, as well as a time and date for the video interview.

"If you decide you're not interested in the position between now and then, please let me know. Otherwise, the director will speak with you later in the week. Feel free to reply to the e-mail you receive or call this number with any questions you may have before or after the interview."

"I'll do that. Thank you, Ms. Cobb."

"Have a good evening, Mr. Freeman."

I spoke to Moira that evening, and I didn't mention the random phone call. It never even crossed my mind.

***

"Mr. Freeman, I'll be honest. You're our top candidate for this job, and as things stand now, you can expect a phone call with an offer from us next week."

"Wow, thank you."

"We'll speak again soon." With that, the call disconnected, and the sudden career acceleration slammed me back into my chair. As a player or not, a job with an NFL team seemed like a pretty idyllic existence, and a life in Chicago was certainly a cultural step up from Columbia, not to mention the visibility of my new position within the tech world and the potential for accolades for performing what could be some pioneering work.

I kicked on my stereo and sat back as I pondered all the ways this could change my life. Music played but went unheard as my mind wandered off to disparate locations in the distant future.

Nevertheless, something was wrong, missing. The success, the experiences, they were hollow. An empty ache framed every fantasy. A shadowy hole polluted and disrupted every though. An eerie sameness began to creep in.

Then it hit me, a body-bending, world-crushing blow – Moira. For all that Chicago could offer, it could also take from me, the best thing that I ever had. The power of those two opposing forces froze me in place. My body thrummed as fate threatened to tear me in half. Panic. Terror. Loss.

Darkness.

As the darkness clouded my eyes, my ears caught a lifeline.

"Right here on the border, ain't nobody asking questions. No, I don't need a miracle, but I could use a push in the right direction."

I knew what I needed to do. I had to talk to Moira.

***

School kept Moira busy until Sunday night. When she showed up at my condo with her backpack, I assumed she was just coming from a study session. I could tell she was excited about something, but trying to hold it back, since I'd asked her to come over to talk about something important.

As we took up our positions on the couch, she slung her pack to the floor by her feet. "So, tell me what's on your mind," she prompted.

"I got a phone call out of nowhere last week, and, well long story short, I've been offered an amazing new job."

"Really?! Doing what? With who? Are you going to take it?"

"That's the thing, Moira. I'd be working for The Chicago Bears. You know, in Chicago. As in very far from Columbia. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you I don't want to take it, but I am scared to take it."

"Why?"

"You! That's why! What happens with us? I can't ask you to up and relocate to be with me, and I don't think I can handle a long distance relationship, not one with minimal prospects for it to cease being long distance at least. I feel like I lose no matter what." I pressed my fingers to my eyes.

I don't know what I did to deserve what happened next. A fairy-tale perfect confluence of circumstances fell together in that moment, and what unfolded is the strongest evidence I have ever seen for the existence of fate.

Moira reached into her bag and pulled out a manila envelope. After opening it and pulling up one sheet of paper to expose the letterhead, she handed the envelope to me.

"Hyde Park School of Dance?"

"Read it." She gestured with her head to what was in my hands.

I removed the letter from the envelope and began to read. "Ms. Zapata, we are pleased to inform you that your application has been accepted to the entry level program at the Chicago Hyde Park School of Dance, to begin January 6th, 2014 ..."

"Oh ye of little faith," Moira mocked me with a coy smile.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Don't take that high road with me! You had no idea what I was going to tell you."

"No, but I had enough trust in our relationship to discuss first and fret later. Besides, I knew you'd follow me like a puppy." She smirked knowingly at me.

"So, this wasn't just a test of yourself to see if you could do it? You really want to go?"

"No, I'm really going. Are you coming?"

I gave her a narrow-eyed glare before my joy overcame my desire to harass her and I erupted and laughed. Moira giggled along with me. 

"So, tell me about this job. When did you apply for it?"

"I didn't. I just got a call out of nowhere from the administrative assistant to the Director of Stadium Tech at Soldier field. When I had the interview with the director, he told me that a company called SAU, Stadium Advertising Unlimited, had found me on LinkedIn, spoken to a few people with whom I'd previously worked, and they had recommended me for the position."

"That's so cool! Do we get to sit in the owner's box?"

I chuckled. "I'll see if I can work that into my salary negotiation."

"So, this is really happening? We're going to move to Chicago together?"

"It certainly sounds that way. Are you OK with that? I know you're no stranger to moving, but sometimes that makes moving less attractive."

"I haven't felt like I was home since we left Colombia. Maybe I will in Chicago."

"You'll be there, so I know I will."

I lunged toward Moira, flung an arm around her waist, and hoisted her onto my shoulder before standing up from the couch. She giggled frantically as I carried her to my bedroom. I pulled her down my body, and her ankles locked behind my back as we kissed hungrily.

We made love slowly, unhurried. After all, we had plenty of time.

A few days later, we discussed telling Shelly. We decided I would make a holiday dinner, and we would tell her then.

***

Respecting Shelly's pescatarian lifestyle, I decided I would make a seafood meal for our little Thanksgiving and big reveal. I was extremely concerned about how Shelly would take the news that Moira was moving away, so I figured one less thing to make the night comfortable for her couldn't hurt.

I cut out of work at noon on Friday to do some last minute shopping for fresh fish. Once back at my condo, I assembled an Orange Roughy en papillote. I put the fish on a base of zucchini and orange bell peppers which I assembled on a piece of parchment paper. I placed paper thin slices of shallots on top, followed by a slice of lemon and a pat of butter. I finished the preparation with salt, pepper, some herbs and a splash of white wine, and wrapped the whole thing in the parchment. I also made a mango cayenne couscous with toasted pine nuts for a side. Simple Nutella cookies with cranberries and macadamia nuts would finish out the meal.

I had just pulled some stemless wine glasses from the cabinet when I heard the knock at my door.

"It's open," I announced loudly.

In walked Moira and Shelly. I hugged Shelly, who proceeded to investigate cooling cookies while Moira snuggled up in my arms and placed several soft, quick kisses on my lips.

"I won't need to beat you if you touch those. The cookies can defend themselves right now," I said without looking in Shelly's direction.

"What? Ow, fuck hot!"

"See?"

I turned to see her sheepishly sucking on her fingers. A warped, broken cookie lay on the counter beside her. Moira shook her head, and Shelly smiled mischievously. I chuckled and pulled a wine bottle opener from a drawer.

Glasses filled and fish in the oven, we all migrated to the living room, where we chatted lightly and sipped wine while we waited for dinner to cook. Moira and I decided not to mention the news to Shelly until after dinner. She didn't even know we had any big announcements. She thought this was just our little holiday dinner before the holidays demolished everyone's schedules. I felt bad ambushing her, but we felt the "one two three PULL!" method was best.

They both oohed at the big unveil of the fish packets, and the mango couscous was a big hit. We discussed holiday plans, making sure we had a solid date to have a small Christmas get together as well.

Once I had filled Shelly with enough fish, starch, wine and cookies to induce a near-comatose state, I decided the time was right.

"Shelly, I've already told Moira this, but I have some big news."

"What's up?"

"I've been offered a new job."

"Really? With who?

"The Chicago Bears."

"No fucking way! That's awesome! So, you're gonna telecommute?"

"No, actually. That's not going to work for this job. They need me there."

"What?! No! You're moving? What about us?" She gestured expansively. "What about Moira?!"

Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn decide against doing something potentially dangerous on a Friday because it's an unlucky day. To this point, Friday had been a Good Day. I should have known my luck couldn't last.

"Shelly," Moira stepped in, "I'm going to Chicago too. I got accepted to the Hyde Park School of Dance."

Shelly's eyes expanded to huge saucers, full of fear.

"NO!" she screamed.

Moira flinched, and I closed my eyes for a second.

"I'm not just abandoning you. I promise. I'll always-"

"NOOOO!" she roared again, leaping up from her chair.

"Shelly," I started, "we're not leaving for-"

"No, no, no!" she wailed, her fists clenched at her sides, leaning forward aggressively. Then, her eyes narrowed, and she rotated to me. An angry finger flew in my direction. "You were just supposed to go!" Then, she deflated, beaten and broken. "You weren't supposed to take her with you," she whimpered.

Time stopped. A pressure wave of information slammed into me, and my head reeled from the thunderous roar of impact. Her questions on the beach. Telling Moira I would get bored. Even the story of poor Billy. I just needed one more piece of information.

"Shelly, does your father work for a company called SAU?"

"No," she spat venomously. "He owns the company that owns it."

And, there it was. That's why Shelly picked me out in the bar. Because she didn't think I could take Moira from her, and now I had.

"Shelly, how could you?" I asked.

"What's going on?" Moira interjected. I could see the understanding on her face, and the fear of admitting she was right.

"This was your goal the whole time, wasn't it? You've been playing the long game, that's for sure."

Shelly glared at me before she turned a plaintive look toward Moira. "Moira, please, don't go. I love you. You're supposed to be with me!"

"Oh, Shelly." I winced as I watch Moira's heart break. She stood, and took a step in Shelly's direction. We both saw Moira's decision on her face, and it was all Shelly could take.

"Noooo," she wailed. Then, she fled.