5 comments/  39938 views/  4 favorites

Remembering Becky Ch. 01

By: davidwatts



The story begins in the year 1995, late spring.

This is the story of my relationship with a very special lady. A relationship that ended far too soon, but left wonderful memories...

*

It was just around the time when I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was just past forty, divorced going on four years. A divorce that left me crippled emotionally as well as finacially. I was so broke I couldn't even afford to own a car, despite my having a good job. If you're divorced and paying child support, I guess you understand. No problem about the paying mind you, and paying above and beyond what's expected for that matter, but it still makes life a struggle financially for everyone.

My love life had simply ceased to exist. Any confidence I may have had at some point was long gone. I hadn't even had a date for a couple of years and had pretty much given up any hope along those lines, until Becky came along.

I worked in the city for a very large concern, and had worked there for almost twenty years. After getting a few rapid promotions, I had settled into what was likely to be my last position, as I had no real hope for any further advancement.

I had gotten involved in an overtime project that involved a lot of physical work. That was fine by me as I certainly needed the exercise, having gotten a little pudgy since the divorce. I could also use the extra money and besides, what would I be doing at home anyway? Drinking, watching television or masturbating most likely.

The project had attracted mostly guys, the physical aspect apparently not appealing to the women of the company, with one exception. I had seen her around the building but since she worked on a different floor we had never actually met until now. 

There are some women that seem to fit into the category of "one of the guys", and Becky was one of them. Becky was outgoing and gregarious, and more than willing to swap good natured ribbing and insults with the men on the project. Becky was certainly no wallflower, and was able to bring almost anyone out of their shells with her engaging manner. Even me.

She seemed to take a special interest in me, for whatever reason, and teased and kidded around with me whenever the opportunity presented itself. Becky had discovered that once you got behind the walls I tended to put up around me, there was somebody really fun and smart and interesting. Becky's words there, not mine.

I was really bummed out about the overtime project coming to an end, which meant I would not be seeing Becky any more. On the final day, we were talking during a break in the work, and out of the blue Becky suggested we have lunch someday. 

Good thing she did too, since I was so lame I never would have come up with it. When I said I was low in the self esteem department, it was no exaggeration. I was always shy around new people as it was, but since the divorce I had lost the confidence I had managed to build up and had become the wallflower I had been in my youth. Becky would simply not allow that and always managed to bring me out of my shell.

The building we worked in was so far detached from the rest of society that everybody ate lunch in the cafeteria, time and distance not allowing any outside adventures except on special occassions. 

So on a Wednesday afternoon I found myself sitting in a corner of the cafeteria with a can of soda and a bag of chips watching the door for Becky. I was actually excited about this lunch, which would be a mundane part of most people's days. This was an event for me, almost like a date.

When Becky came into the room I waved to get her attention. She spotted me and came over with her lunch bag swinging wildly at her side, smiling and exchanging commments with those she passed on the way. She was dressed in a light gray sweater and charcoal gray slacks, much different than the flannel shirts and sweatshirts Becky had worn during our project.

The lunch went very well, as Becky got me talking and involved in the conversation from the start. I was a tough one to get talking but once I started you couldn't shut me up. Becky's words again.

As we spoke, I was able to look at Becky more closely. I had guessed her to be my age and I was right, at 41 a year younger than me. She was divorced and had two children, almost adults now actually (me too). Becky had one of each, and I was lucky to not have any girls. I couldn't imagine what that would be like, knowing what guys are always thinking about.

Physically, you could say that Becky was an imposing figure. At six foot two, I was only about three inches taller than her. I had never seen her in clothes that allowed a good view of her body, but she was very broad shouldered and judging by the way she had handled the physical work we had done, she was certainly no dainty debutante. 

I would guess that according to the standards of the time, Becky weighed about fifteen or twenty pounds more than the insurance charts said was what you were supposed to weigh. Since I fit into that category as well, I thought she was perfect.

Becky had these incredible green eyes and wavy red hair that she wore pulled back most of the time. She had a smattering of freckles around her nose that added to her healthy, strapping farm girl look. As she spoke I wondered if she had more freckles and I longed to explore for them.

As the lunch period drew to a close and we were packing up our things, I managed to stammer and stutter enough to ask her if we could do this again. She looked at me like I was from another planet.

"Well of course we will David" Becky said with a perplexed look. "Friday okay with you?"

Was it all right? Yes, I would make it a point to fit it in my schedule. 

**

Our lunches became semi-regular affairs and were the high points of my life. We shared stories, kid-related misadventures and the like, and I grew more and more fond of her. Becky was impossible not to like, I thought, and very easy to love.

After a few of these lunches, I made up my mind to ask Becky for a date during our next meeting. I rehearsed what I was going to say the entire morning, listening in my mind to various scenarios and possible rebuttals to rejection or hesitation on Becky's part. I know how goofy this all sounds, but this meant the world to me. 

I realized that there was a good chance that she would say no. Our employer had a very dim view of inter-office dating and although they couldn't legally do much about it, rumor had it that it was the kiss of death for your career. While I was fairly untouchable, Becky had not been there for nearly as long and probably still had a chance for advancement.

So with that in mind I sat in the corner, what had become our corner, and waited for Becky. She bounced in right on time and joined me with her typical enthusiastic greeting.

There was something different about Becky today, and it took me awhile to figure out what it was. Then it struck me. Becky was wearing a light blue short sleeved blouse, and I realized that I had never seen her arms before, or any part of her for that matter. She had always worn long sleeved tops and slacks.

This took me off my game a little as I got to see that in fact Becky did have more freckles, a lot of them in fact. They were sprinkled liberally over her arms and extending ever upward it seemed, until the sleeve got in the way of my examination. I found this exciting, and also enjoyed the pale, almost transparent downy hair that covered Becky's forearms. Maybe that was why she always wore long sleeves, I thought to myself. It wasn't any massive growth by any means, but most women tend to be very self-conscious about such silly things. 

I tried to get myself back on track, and started to turn the conversation around to asking Becky out. I began meandering around this subject of dating, awkwardly I'm sure, and I would cringe if I actually heard a tape of it. I hadn't gotten anywhere near asking her out when she interrupted me.

"I've been seeing someone for about three years now" Becky said matter-of-factly.

I guess after my jaw dropped onto the table it might have become apparent that I felt like I just had a stake slammed into my heart and was withering away like Dracula. While I had often mentioned my utter lack of love life in our conversations I realized that Becky had never mentioned her status, assuming for some reason that a woman as alive and attractive would be available. I suddenly felt like such an idiot and struggled to put on a brave face.

"Hey David, don't slink under the table on me. I'm just telling you that so you know. It's not an exclusive relationship or anything like that and I'm not committing myself to anyone, now or probably ever again" Becky said while reaching over the table and touching the top of my hand.

"I wanted to tell you because I had the sneaking suspicion that you were going to ask me out, at least I think you were eventually if I let you keep going" Becky said smiling. "I thought that you should hear that part before you asked me out, and before I told you that yes, I would like to go out with you. You were going to ask me out weren't you? Boy, would I feel dumb if you weren't!"

All I could do was nod, as this emotional roller coaster had left me speechless for a moment. Finally I regrouped enough to talk.

"Um... I was going to ask you if I could make you dinner one night" I managed to get out. I thought that this type of date might be a way to get around my lack of transportation as well as show off my culinary skills which are ...well, at least passable.

"Oooh! That would be nice" Becky said softly and seductively while looking at me with her green eyes blazing. "I get trapped in your pleasure palace and you can wait on me while I think up ways to ward off your after dinner attack" she cackled.

"Oh, uh no" I stammered weakly. "I wouldn't do anything to ruin your dining experience. Besides I think you're supposed to wait a half hour or something, aren't you?"

"I think that's for swimming David" Becky offered. "Don't wait too long though or I might fall asleep after dinner."

With that load off my mind I enjoyed the rest of the lunch. We hammered out the details, which took some doing. I had my kids every other weekend, and although they were getting older and more independent I needed that to continue. 

Becky's ex had her kids every other weekend as well, and it was sheer luck that the two schedules were the same. A week from this Saturday night Becky would be coming over for dinner at 5:00.

Having figured that all out, we resumed lunch. I went back to examining Becky as she spoke. Her arms were pale white, which made the freckles even brighter. I decided I liked freckles a whole lot more than I ever realized. Becky's arms were solid, almost muscular and I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. I knew she had been kidding around earlier, but there was no harm in imagining.

Just then, someone must have come into the cafeteria that Becky knew. She raised her arm and waved, and as she did, my eyes strayed upward. I did a double take, probably a triple take, because I wasn't certain at first what I had seen. 

The wave had only lasted a second, but in that second I had seen what was most definitely hair peeking out from under Becky's arm as her sleeve rode up ever so slightly. Dark, almost black cherry in color, it stood out in deep contrast to her china white skin. I sat silently, blankly staring over at Becky's arm, hoping for another glimpse.

"Hellooooo! Anybody home David?"

Becky was waving her hand in front of my face and bringing me out of my trance.

"Where did you go?" Becky asked, looking at me befuddled. "I thought I must have hypnotized you with my thrilling conversation."

"Sort of" I answered, feeling the embarassment flushing my skin. "I was... uh....praying I guess."

"Praying for what?" Becky asked. "I thought you were an agnostic."

"Praying... that someone else would come into the cafeteria that you know, I guess" I blurted out.

"What? Oh well, on that note, I'm due back on the planet Earth now, so I must depart" Becky chuckled while shaking her head, as we prepared to leave.

My heart was racing as we left the room and headed our separate ways. What an unexpected bonus this was to me, I thought while floating back to my desk. This made Becky all the more interesting and exciting to me, as I had always been an admirer of women who remain as natural as possible. 

I was not a fan of excessive make up, silicone and other such "beauty" methods. A little hair here and there certainly did not put me off, just the opposite. The first girl I had ever made love to had unshaven armpits, and since then I had been an unabashed admirer of the look, despite the fact that it had become more and more rare since the 60's and 70's.

The work day flew by as my mind was definitely elsewhere, and after the usual grueling bus ride home to my apartment I settled in for another night of television and vodka, and I was semi-dozing in front of another New York Rangers defeat when the phone rang. This was an event in itself as it seldom did, especially at 9:00, so I braced for bad news. It wasn't bad news however, it was Becky.

"Hey David! Sorry to call so late. I just got the kids locked into their rooms and finished the laundry. Did I wake you David?" Becky asked.

"No, I had to get up and answer the phone anyway" I quipped while trying to shake the cobwebs loose. I tried to think why she was calling and feared that my weirdness that afternoon must have scared her off.

"I got your number off the bathroom wall at work and had to call you" Becky said before yelling at one of her kids to knock it off and finish their homework. "Actually you're in the book."

"Well I'm excited to hear from you no matter how you got the number" I said.

"It was just that you were acting a little odd this afternoon and I thought I needed to talk to you about it" Becky said.

"Was I?" I asked innocently as I could. "I think it was just that I was excited that I was going to have you over for dinner. Kind of lost in space I guess."

"No, it was after that, Dave" Becky said with a different edge in her voice. "Something you said about hoping I would see someone else come into the cafeteria or something. What was that all about?"

"Uh... nothing. I think I was just babbling again or something." I was trapped like a rat and scrambling, looking for escape.

"David be honest now" Becky insisted. "I think that I might have figured out what it was. I think you might have caught a glimpse of something you weren't expecting, am I right?"

"Ummm, I'm not sure what you mean" I said defensively and nervously.

"I think you know full well what I'm talking about. That was my fault, my bad. You see, my laundry got way behind and I had to wear that blouse because I had nothing else decent to wear. I never wear anything but long sleeves to work. I hope nobody at work is as investigative as you are. Hell, it's probably just as well. I just wish you would have been honest and said something. You know, backed out of our dinner gracefully or something if it bothered you."

My silence was really screwing things up here, and although I was embarassed as hell I had to get it out.

"Becky, wait. You have this all wrong" I blurted out finally. "Look, I'm really bad at this stuff, it's seems like been so long since I've even spoken to a woman that I'm having troubles with it. You can tell that.... I mean it was taking me forever to ask you for a date, you practically had to pull it out of me"

"I know" Becky said softly. "I felt bad for you so I tried to bail you out, but it was kind of charming. Most guys aren't like that."

"Well, I'm not like most guys, for better or worse" I said. "And I was in another world anyway after you said you'd over for dinner. Then, when you...when you waved at somebody and... you know.. I could see... you know.."

"What could you see, David?" Becky asked. "No point in being shy now Dave."

"When you raised you arm to wave, the sleeve of your blouse slid up a little and I could see your underarm hair peeking out, and it looks like you haven't shaved it in a long time, if at all." All that in one breath, as I recall, and sweating like a pig all the while, fully realizing what I might have done to kill my chances with her.

"Made you want to run out the door, huh?" Becky said with amusement in her voice.

"NO!" I insisted a little too emphatically. "I mean no, it's just the opposite, believe me" I said with total candor. "It made me want to get a better look. I thought you were a beautiful woman before and I think that you're even more beautiful now. I had already asked you out by that time, if you recall."

"So David, is this a fetish of yours, women with hair under their arms?" Becky asked.

"Well, I don't know if I like the term fetish or not" I said. "Shaving or removing hair would seem to be more of a fetish, all this going out of the way doing something that is unnecesssary for medical or hygenic reasons. I can see models shaving since it would take attention from the clothes, but otherwise I think it's up to the individual. A smooth underarm is nice too but how long does it stay smooth before it starts to look stubbly? Is it a fetish for women to prefer guys with beards? What's the difference? Oh well, how's that for a speech? I finally asked."

"You're doing fine Dave" Becky cooed. "So tell me, did your ex-wife have hairy armpits?"

"God no" I remarked strongly. "I think she shaved her underarms everyday, until one day I told her I enjoyed women who let the hair grow under their arms. Then she started shaving three times a day."

I heard Becky's muffled laugh at that, and I realized this conversation was making me horny as hell, even more so than I was to begin with.

"So you've never been with a woman with body hair before, huh Dave?"

"The girl that broke my cherry had really hairy underarms" I said, recalling Doreen and her delightfully furry pits. "Ever since then I was attracted to the look, but that was the one and only time I've been with someone like that. You don't see much of that anymore, unfortunately. I take it that your other, I mean your boyfriend must like it too."

"No complaints that I can recall from my friend, if that's what you mean, but I don't remember it ever coming up" Becky said. "It wouldn't change anything one way or the other regardless. I am who I am. I got over letting others run my life the day my divorce became final."

"Good" I said with total conviction, "because I'm crazy about you the way you are.

"Hmmmm... interesting David, very interesting" Becky said in a mock sinister voice. "Well, I'll see you at work tomorrow Dave, good night."

***

That friday at work, I got an e-mail from Becky, asking me if I wanted to go out for a drink after work. Naturally I jumped at the chance and cut out of work a little early to meet Becky in the parking lot. She drove to this bar about halfway between work and my apartment. I thought it was a strange place to go but I was so happy to be with her it didn't matter where we were going.

When we entered the bar I was crushed to see that this was not going to be the one-on-one intimate meeting over drinks that I had envisioned. Instead, there were a bunch of people from work that had commendeered a group of tables and were carrying out loudly. We joined them and soon Becky was in full gear with them.

As for me, I didn't know many of them, but tried to get in the swing of things, figuring that if I pouted it might not look good in several ways. I had noticed a couple of upraised eyebrows when we had come in together as well. The last thing we, and especially Becky needed was the rumor mill to get fired up, although she did not seem all that concerned about it.


Remembering Becky Ch. 01



After a few drinks I had managed to feel more comfortable and was actually enjoying myself, but I figured that it would be a good idea for me to be the one to cut out first. I whispered to Becky that I was going to leave and she nodded, jumping up and announcing our departure.

When we got outside, I felt bad about Becky leaving too, as that was not my idea. We were on the busline and I could easily get home from there, which I explained to Becky.

"No, I had about all I could take anyway. Kelly has a senior class thing tonight so I had to leave soon anyway. Hop in and allow me to take you to your adobe Dave" Becky insisted.

I directed Becky to my apartment complex as we discussed the group we had just left. Becky said that she figured that we were the topic of their conversation now anyway, and I had to agree.

The complex is lived in was about a ten minute drive from the bar. It was a bland group of six brick buildings with four apartments in each. It was a decent enough place and my apartment was on the bottom floor of the building closest to the woods, which afforded me as much privacy as you could get there.

Becky pulled in and drove back to my building. I was getting ready to thank her for the ride when she pulled into a parking space and killed the engine.

"Would you mind letting me use your potty Dave?" Becky asked. "I should have gone at the bar I suppose, and I'll never make it home."

Of course it was fine, and we walked down the path to my place. All the while I was mentally trying to remember what kind of shape the place was in. I was a decent enough housekeeper as guys go, and was happy to see that the place was in good shape when we went in.

"Hey this is pretty nice Dave" Becky commented as I pointed her toward the bathroom, which I hoped was in equally good shape.

"Yeah, it's not worth the money they ask for it, but it beats living in the city" I answered as Becky closed the door behind her. 

I hoped she wouldn't be in there too long as the drinks had done a number on me as well, and I was pleased to hear the plumbing flowing in a moment. Did I leave a fresh towel up? Hope so, I thought.

It seemed I did and Becky emerged commenting favorably about my taste in shower curtains. I asked her to wait a second and hurried in after her to relieve myself.

I emerged shortly thereafter and started to talk to Becky but realized she wasn't there. I figured she might be looking at my CD and tape collection but she was not in the living room, or the kitchen for that matter. I went over to look out the window, thinking it weird that Becky would just leave, when I heard the sound of a throat being cleared. The sound was coming from behind the almost closed door of my bedroom.

I thought my heart was going to pop out of my chest as I walked slowly to the door and eased it open. I didn't know what to expect when it opened. I know what I was hoping for, but what I encountered was not anything I had imagined.

Becky was lying on my partially made bed. She had taken her sweater and shoes off, but was otherwise fully dressed in her slacks, bra and socks. Becky was lying on her back, with her hands interlocked behind her head, leaving no doubt as to what she was showing me.

"You wanted a better look Dave, well here you go" Becky said grinning. "C'mon in before the alcohol wears off and I figure out how stupid I must look."

I stood stunned in the doorway for a minute, taking in the view while my head spun. I quickly surmised that Becky had mentioned the alcohol as a kind of excuse for what she was doing. I figured that if she could use booze as an excuse for strange behavior so could I, so I walked over to the side of the bed and sat beside Becky.

She was wearing a white long line bra that encased a pair of delightful breasts, from what I could see. Even laying on her back she possessed a deep cleavage, with those nifty freckles sprinkled there as well as all over her upper chest and shoulders. But the main course being offered was the subject of our phone conversation earlier that week.

My eyes were riveted to the amazing sight of Becky's underarms, filled to overflowing with swirling dark red hair. Almost crimson hair that sprayed down almost to the side elastic of her bra and well up the inside of her arm. I glanced over and saw that Becky was watching my reactions with some amusement. I tried to speak but what came out was more like a croak.

"Nice, really nice" I managed to squeak out finally. "Uh... um... are you ticklish Becky?" I asked tentatively.

Becky shook her head no, and I found myself reaching forward with my left hand, lightly grazing the astonishingly abundant growth. The hair was unbelievably soft and my fingers felt like they were sliding through corn silk as they traveled slowly through the expansive forest. Although the hair was not particularly dense, it completely covered her entire underarm and slightly beyond. 

When I looked at Becky's face again I was half expecting her to be laughing at me, but instead she just looked like she was enjoying me enjoying her. Blame it on the booze, I thought, and bent down toward Becky.

For a second I had misgivings on what I was going to do, but only for a second. I bent down and softly kissed Becky's underarm, the hair almost impossibly soft against my lips. A slight aroma of what seemed like a spice of sorts wafted into the air in response to my activity. 

Not hearing any resistance or laughter, I began nibbling and kissing Becky's underarm, only stopping at the point the hair ended near Becky's prominent bicep. I let my tongue glide back down through the lush forest, having been completely enraptured by its softness. 

I heard a faint gasping sound and when I looked over, I saw that Becky's face was flushed and she was arching her head back, her mouth wide open. She was actually enjoying this, and enjoying it as much as I was, her breathing having become deeper and more rapid.

My kisses grew more intense, my nibbling more and more passionate as my hand slid up to cup her breast over the bra. Her impressively large nipple was practically bursting through the fabric before my hand got there, and now it felt like blue steel in my palm as I thought of ways to get the harness off gracefully. My lips continued to gently caress the hollow beneath Becky's arm, my tongue still darted madly, as my hand began kneading her breast.

In a flash, Becky sat up and swung out of bed, leaving me to crash face down on the space she had just occupied. She had her sweater back on in a second and before I knew it Becky was patting me on the back and saying good bye.

Leaving me.... well, confused for one thing. What had I done? Becky seemed to be enjoying things. The apartment door closed behind her as I tried to think what had gone wrong. 

I looked around the bedroom. All that lingered was that gentle spice aroma in the air, and a raging hard on in my pants.

As I layed there on the bed trying to assimilate all that had happened in the last two minutes, I surrendered to the inevitable and pulled off my slacks. My underwear followed quickly,having been absolutely saturated with what had oozed out of me in copious amounts during that brief encounter. It only took a couple of strokes for me to achieve ecstacy, but not with quite the degree of pleasure I had thought was headed my way moments before.

Cleaning up, I tried to figure out where I stood. Was dinner still on? Did I do something wrong? The questions haunted me the entire weekend. So too did the memory of those amazing few moments, moments totally unlike any that I had ever experienced before.

next... dinner is served



Remembering Becky Ch. 02



In Chapter One, we got to know each other and then proceeded to have a very unusual and intimate encounter. The story continues.....

After I spent the weekend worrying about Becky's abrupt departure Friday evening, I arrived at work Monday morning to find a package about the size of a shoe box on my desk, wrapped in foil. 

I opened it up to find a smaller box inside, also wrapped. Unwrapping that box I found a bag inside. Inside the bag, another wrapped box. I looked around to see if anyone was in the area chuckling at this gag, but the entire area was deserted. I opened that next box and finally got to the apparent end of the line. A ring box, the kind you would get from a jewelry store.

My heart skipped a beat from shock, and then confusion. I opened the box very cautiously, while looking around for likely suspects. Inside the box was... a Hershey's kiss. Under the kiss was a note written on lime green paper.

Dave, Looking forward to dinner Saturday night. Beast wishes, Becky

I laughed out loud, from the humor and from relief. I apparently did not scare her off as I had feared, and we were still on for our date. With that load off my mind, the week went by much better for me.

Becky and I had lunch together Wednesday as was our usual custom, and she made no mention of our initial ... what would you call that anyway?... when she arrived in the cafeteria.

"Thanks for the kiss" I said. "I think that I worked off whatever calories it contained by opening it up."

"Liked that huh?" Becky asked while winking at me. "You seemed like you were the type that might enjoy an activity that both engaged your curiousity and rewarded it afterward" she added mischieviously.

"Quite right", I offered cautiously, "although sometimes you aren't sure whether you make someone nervous when your curiousity leads to actions that some might consider... odd."

Becky's smile grew wider, that dazzling smile combining with those sparkling eyes making my heart explode with emotion.

"Well, I think that if a person encourages someone's curiousity, they are probably not only prepared for a reaction, they're probably hoping for one" Becky said.

"Then I assume that there was no one offended by someone's actions last week?" I asked while continuing the cat and mouse session we were both enjoying.

"We can discuss this in greater detail over dinner Saturday night" Becky offered. "You can safely say in this case that offended is not a proper description, but closer to an antonym."

I smiled the smile of a condemmed man getting the call from the Govenor. With all that out of the way we enjoyed lunch, that is Becky ate while I drank a soda and watched her eat as we talked about other things. When lunch ended, we left the cafeteria and I walked Becky to the elevator.

"I guess I will see you around five on Saturday" I said while we waited for the elevator. "Do you remember the way to my place?"

"Oh I remember alright" Becky said. "I'm really looking forward to it too. It's going to be great to be the one being waited on for once. I'm so used to being the galley slave and bottle washer at home, and besides, no guy has ever made me dinner before."


The elevator arrived and as Becky disappeared behind the sliding door, I suddenly had a change of plans. While I had planned on making a nice dinner and all that, I thought that I would go all out. Instead of using the dinner as a way to get into Becky's pants, for want of better terminology, I would try to get into her heart instead.

Saturday I spent running around like a madman, running being an apt term since I had no car. Walking the close to a mile to the supermarket for the groceries, and then on to the liquor store and the florist for everything I needed. The walk back was brutal, and I regretted not getting a taxi for the trip home, as the plastic bags cut off the circulation in my hands during the long hike back home. 

I unpacked the groceries and cleaned up the house, changing the sheets (just in case) and scrubbing the floors. I set up the music selections, programming them into the CD changer for the cocktail hour and dinner. I wasn't exactly sure of what she liked so I made it as eclectic as possible while keeping it light.

Dinner would not take long to prepare. We were having shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, with the main course being chicken breast marinated in wine and garlic and served over fresh angel hair pasta. Fairly simple and quick too, so I didn't have to spend any more time with it than necessary. 

I maranated the chicken, cut the baguette and got the shrimp cocktails made and put on ice. The bottle of Pindar chardonnay was chilling as well, along with another bottle as backup in case we were thirsty. I had also gotten a bottle of this blue gin, Bombay Sapphire, that she had ordered at the bar last week. Nasty stuff that gin, I thought, but at least that was something I knew she liked.

What if she didn't like chicken or something like that? I began thinking of everything that could go wrong. This made me even more nauseous than I had already been. It was 3:30 so I decided to take a shower.

At four o'clock it was plain to see that the shower didn't take. I was sweating like a horse, my clothes drenched like Albert Brooks in the movie Broadcast News. I hopped back into the shower for a cold one and tried to calm myself down.

The clock was ticking as I got dressed yet again, not dressed up but close to it. I was trying to look good but not trying to look like I was trying, if that makes any sense. I looked around as five o'clock neared. The chicken was cooked, the flowers in the vase and hidden, the stereo ready to go. I had not made the table but would do so right before dinner whenever Becky would happen to leave the room.

Everything was ready. 4:55. Looking out the window occasionally, I'm trying not to sweat through another shirt. I opened the inside door to the patio to let in fresh air. It was a nice May day, and we could probably have a cocktail outside before dinner if she wanted. The chardonnay comes out of the refrigerator and into the ice bucket.

4:58. The phone rings. My heart sinks. It's off, something came up.

"Hello?" The most defensive and quivering hello imaginable.

"Hello Mr. Watts how are you today? I'm Juanita from JC Penney calling to tell you about a great new travel..."

Sorry, no time for that bullshit now Juanita. Suddenly the doorbell rings. I click on the stereo and as Dave Brubeck goes into Take Five, I open the door.

It's Becky and she's beautiful. Wearing a sharp lime green pant suit that matches those amazing twinkling eyes and carrying a bottle of wine.

"Hey Dave!" Becky exclaims as she hands me the wine and kisses me on the cheek. Our first kiss, on the face at least, and I wasn't ready for it. Becky has nice full lips though, and I have a hunch she is a hell of a kisser when she gets serious.

"I either smell garlic or it's you and in that case I'm either going eat you or leave" she cackled while following me around into the kitchen. "Smells fantastic! What is it we're having tonight anyway, oh chef of the future?"

"I probably should have asked you what you liked first" I said meekly.

"I'm not picky Dave, as long as it isn't garlic" Becky chortled while enjoying the look of horror that filled my face. "Just kidding!" she added to my relief.

"Well, we'll be having shrimp cocktail for starters, followed by chicken breast served over angel hair pasta in a wine and garlic sauce" I said.

"Oh god, I died and went to heaven!" Becky said while inhailing deeply. "That sounds incredible. I can't believe you went through all this trouble for me Dave" Becky said while shaking her head. "I see you have wine already, just as well because I brought a red."

"Maybe we'll need it if the food is bad" I suggested. "Would you care for a cocktail before dinner, my dear?" I asked while reaching for the bottle of Bombay Sapphire and tonic water.

Becky looked over at the bottle and arched her eyebrow at me while slowly shaking her head in disbelief.

"David, man you don't miss a thing do you?" Becky said. "Although I guess I should have already figured that out already though" she added wryly.

I made the drinks and after I got water heating for the pasta we walked out to the patio and watched a robin hopping around from branch to branch. Spring was finally here, even though there were some tiny patches of snow still visible deep in the woods.

"This is nice and quiet back here David" Becky said. "Especially considering how close you are to the main road. Oh look, company!" Becky said abruptly.

Hopping onto the patio was this neighborhood cat, a morbidly obese cat that had befriended me when I had moved in. He must have gotten chummy with everyone because he looked like he ate a lot. He would usually just barge into your place when you opened the door and make himself comfy, I explained to Becky as she petted him.

"This place doesn't allow pets so I don't know where he lives," I said,"but he stops by here a lot and spends the night. Up until recently he was my closest friend" I offered cryptically.

"He's so cute, you ought to adopt him" Becky suggested.

"I like it better this way, him stopping by from time to time. No cat box this way. I think he likes to play the field anyway. Not tonight buddy" I informed my now offended chum, as we went inside, leaving him to scowl at us from the other side of the door.

When we got back inside Becky excused herself and went into the bathroom. As the door closed I sprang into action. I threw the tablecloth on the table and set the vase of roses at the center of the table with the wine bucket at the end. I turned off the lights and set the plates and silverware and put the napkins in place. I was just lighting the candles on the table when the bathroom door opened and Becky emerged.

The second candle ignited after acting a little stubborn, leaving me wishing I had just another couple of seconds to get everything just right. I braced myself for a barb from Becky, because the whole scene probably looked way over the top.

I looked up and saw Becky staring at this production, but instead of a wisecrack she stood there motionless. She moved her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out. Even in the dim light of the flickering candle I could see her eyes welling up and as a solitary tear began to trickle down her cheek she spun around and went back into the bathroom.

Oops. That wasn't what I was looking for. I had either gone absurdly overboard or had rekindled a bad memory. So while I waited for Becky to hopefully reappear, I brought out the shrimp cocktails and straightened up the kitchen, idly watching the water boil.

Becky came out of the bathroom and acted like nothing had happened. So did I. I popped open the wine and poured a little into Becky's glass. She tasted it and pronounced it "a nifty bit of grape stompin'" and so I proceeded to fill our glasses.

We ate our shrimp and after we finished I returned to the kitchen and tossed the angel hair in the cauldron while briefly nuke-ing the chicken in the microwave. The angel hair was done in seconds and I prepared the large dishes as professionally as I could, laying the chicken breasts over the angel hair as centered as possible.

I brought the toasty warm baguette directly from the oven to the table, and then came out with the entrees, elicting two oooh's and one ahhhh from Becky. I came around behind Becky and placed the dish in front of her before assuming my place opposite her.


I looked across the table at Becky who was staring at the table with what might have been shock or bewilderment.

"I... I can't get over this David" Becky said. This is... is.." Her eyes began to fill up again.

"Getting cold?" I offered with a smile.

Becky nodded with a smile and while Erik Satie's "Gymnopedies" played softly in the background, we dug in.

As for the actual dinner, I give it a B, maybe a B plus, although Becky claimed it to be the best meal she had eaten in years. The shrimp cocktail was good, although I had little to do with that. The chicken was indeed excellent, even I had to admit, tender and exploding with flavor. The angel hair was in a couple of seconds too long. Angel hair is tricky, especially fresh angel hair, but still I had to deduct points for that.

Atmosphere was also a B plus. The surroundings and setting were great but I committed a minor faux pas in the music programming. Tony Bennett singing "I Concentrate On You" was supposed to be followed by Pavarotti performing "E lucevan le stelle" and Elton John with "Your Song". Somehow, Barry McGuire's "Eve Of Destruction" worked into the mix, causing me to leap up for the remote as Becky howled with laughter.

"I think that might have been a mistake, but the chance that it was a subconscious thing exists as well" Becky chuckled to her amusement while I growled at her and skipped to the next selection.

Becky proved herself to possess a hearty appetite, and pretty much killed off the entire serving before tossing in the fork.

"How about dessert?" I offered. "Hot fudge sundae? Chocolate Moouse? Hot Apple Pie?"

"No way Dave" Becky said. "That was so good, but I'm stuffed."

"Good" I admitted, "because I don't have anything except a couple of fudgesicles that have been in the fridge since last summer."

We conversed at the dining table around the roses as the afternoon slipped away and night began to fall. The aroma of the flowers filled the air and made me pleased that I had chosen them.

"Are the flowers bothering you Becky?" I asked, not thinking she might be allergic to them.

"No, the roses are absolutely gorgeous David. I'm sorry, my eyes are still burning from the chlorine" Becky said while dabbing at them with her napkin.

"Chlorine?" 

"I swim at the Y a few times each week and somebody went nuts with the stuff today, or whatever chemical it is they put in the water" Becky said. "That's about my only recreation these days. I used to be on the swim team back in high school and college, and used to be halfway decent at one point, believe it or not."

"Oh really" I said with interest. "I guess that explains... uh how well developed uh.. your shoulders and arms are" I added, sounding like an idiot. That sounded great. "I didn't mean anything negative by that" I said quickly.

Luckily Becky didn't take it as an insult.

"No offense taken Dave" Becky said. "It does do that to you, build up your shoulders and back too. I mean, I'm never going to be taken for a model or anything one way or the other anyway and it scares off some of the predators too."

I laughed and countered with, "not all of them though. Some of those weirdos think it's incredibly sexy."

Becky chuckled and said "I hope it just spooks the ones I want to scare off."

"I'm glad it was the chlorine that was bothering you before and not me" I said.

"Oh, my little weepy thing before? That had nothing at all to do with the chlorine David. That was caused by you buddy. I can get very emotional, especially when people do very nice things for me that I don't expect. I'm not used to this kind of surprise from guys" she said with such uncharacteristically somber sincerity that I was rendered speechless.

During a rare moment of silence I looked at Becky from across the table. For the first time I noticed that Becky was wearing a little eye shadow as well as some lipgloss, but so delicately applied I hadn't even noticed it up until now. Her lime green outfit had a jacket over a matching blouse that kept her covered up pretty well, except for a tiny opening at the neck. That was probably a good thing, as it kept my mind on business thus far.

We had already gotten into the second bottle of wine and I asked Becky if she wanted another glass, acknowledging that she was driving.

"Go ahead and pour away David" Becky stated confidently. "I'll know when I've had enough."

We had a wonderful conversation, wide ranging and free-wheeling, as Alfred Brendel and Beethoven provided a piano sonata as background. An unintended insult to Ludwig perhaps, but I had my priorities. We talked about a whole lot of different things, everything but the "other guy". 

I was dying to know this guy that I was sort of competing with, but refrained from asking about him because I did not want to ruin the mood. Becky drained her glass and looked as if she was ready to leave. It was after eight already. How fast the time always flew when I was with her, I thought with amazement.

"David, I have something out in the car that I want to show you, to get your opinion on, is that okay?" Becky asked while getting up and heading toward the door.

"Sure" I said as the door closed behind her. Hey, I thought anything that kept Becky around me longer was fine with me. She probably bought some picture or clothes or something, I imagined. I would be sure whatever it was, I would like it.

The doorbell rang, as I had forgotten that my door locked behind you when you left. I jumped up fast, hoping Becky didn't think I had locked her out, and flew to the door.

"Sorry Becky. I forgot to tell you that the door locked automatically" I said as I threw it open.

"What do you think of this Dave?" Becky asked almost shyly.

This time it was my turn to get emotionally overwhelmed, as I looked with surprise at Becky's hand which was holding a small beige overnight bag.

"I... like it" I managed to croak very weakly, as I stepped aside to let Becky back in. "I really like it."

in the next chapter, the evening continues... 



Remembering Becky Ch. 03



Thank you so much for the enthusiastic response to the first two chapters of Remembering Becky. 

Becky and David's date continues .....

*

I stepped aside as Becky came back into my apartment with her overnight bag. The initial shock of Becky's suggestion about spending the night was wearing off and was being replaced by a whole spectrum of emotions. 

Excitement was definitely one of them, along with nervousness. A whole lot of nervousness. Becky was what I dreamed about, wished for and hoped for. Now that she was here, I was scared. It had been three years since I had been with a woman. In retrospect I was lucky that Becky had sprung this on me at the end of the evening, as I had little time to really freak out.

I went back into the kitchen and made myself a drink and when I turned around Becky had joined me. She put her hand on my shoulder and suggested I make her one also. My hands were shaking as I handed her the cocktail.

Becky had taken off her shoes and had also removed the jacket of her pant suit, exposing those incredible arms in the sleeveless blouse. Her nipples were trying to explode through the fabric of the bra and the blouse, and I was trying not to look, and failing miserably. 

Becky was standing next to me at the kitchen counter, her hand slowly stroking my arm. My heart was beating at a scary rate and my cock was starting to throb. I tried to casually reposition it so it was not so noticable through my khaki slacks.

"So Dave, are you surprised at how pushy I am?" Becky cooed softly into my ear.

"Uh, surprised... a little I guess, but very happy" I managed to respond. "I thought that when you flew out the door last Friday night I had screwed up. Uh, why did you leave like that anyway?"

"Well, I like to be in control of situations as much as possible, and I was losing it there" Becky answered. "Look, I had to find out about you, and I thought that would be a good way. Sort of a test."

"A test? I don't understand."

"Look Dave, when you said you liked the way I looked, well I didn't know whether you were saying that just to get in my pants or not. Talk is cheap. There aren't many women around these days that don't own a razor."

My mind now raced through the meaning of that statement as Becky continued.

"I've been humiliated before by people I thought I could trust, and I've been made fun of and been hurt. I'm not going to let that happen again if I can avoid it. So I decided to let you see me the way I really am."

I stood listening as Becky continued.

"When you went into the bathroom I decided to find out whether you were serious or not, so I took off my sweater in your bedroom. I didn't know whether you were going to laugh at me and make jokes or what, because you do have a caustic sense of humor. When you came in and checked me out, I was checking you out too"

"I guess I passed" I said tentatively.

"Well, I am here Dave" Becky said smiling. "When you sat next to me on the bed and started running your fingers through my armpit hair, I totally loved the look on your face. You were so... I don't know what you were. What were you anyway Dave?"

"Ummm, I was going out of my mind so I don't remember. I wasn't expecting anything like seeing you laying there like that so I just reacted" I admitted.

"You sure did" Becky said while putting her hand on my shoulder and squeezing. "I thought I had experienced everything, but when you started kissing and nibbling under my arm and licking all around... I couldn't believe it. I never knew I was so sensitive around there. No one had even done anything remotely like that to me before."

"Really?" I asked somewhat surprised. "I can't imagine how anyone could avoid something so wild and erotic looking."

"Well thank you for that too Dave" Becky stated happily while leaning over and kissing my cheek. "So anyway that's why I had to leave. If I didn't leave I would have had an orgasm any minute. I needed time to think about everything, and also wanted to give you time to reconsider."

I shook my head in amazement at that.

"Do you want to know what I did later that night David, when I went to bed?" Becky asked while looking into my eyes and blushing ever so slightly. 

I smiled and leaned forward awaiting her answer.

"I got myself off" Becky said, her face now a crimson red. "I played with myself under the covers while I thought about you licking my armpit hair, and the way it made me feel. That was so amazing I can't even begin to describe it!" Becky gushed excitedly.

I was blushing too but I was getting so horny hearing this I was going crazy. 

"See, you thought you were strange! Wow am I embarrassed now!" Becky exclaimed while nuzzling against me. "How weird it is finding out you have another erogenous zone at my age!"

The heat she was radiating was incredible, and I felt like I was going to come myself just by listening to Becky tell me these intimate details.

"Don't be embarrassed Becky" I said while holding her tightly. "I'll bet you were still in the parking lot out there while I was jerking myself off, for the first of many times that weekend I might add. Since you liked the armpit affection so much I'll do it again sometime."

"I'd be upset if you didn't" Becky said curtly while suddenly stepping back and giving me a devilish grin. "You get yourself off my thinking about me? Ooooh, that gives me goose bumps just thinking about it" giggling adorably like a schoolgirl.

Becky then proceeded to yawn and stretched her arms up, giving me a spectacular view of those breathtaking underarms. 

"Time for nighty night Dave?" Becky asked coyly and took my hand, leading me into the bedroom.

**

After we got into the bedroom, I lit a couple of candles on the night tables. I didn't want a whole lot of light, because I had enough body image problems of my own, but wanted to be able to enjoy looking at Becky. There was so much I hadn't seen, and I wanted to take it all in.

I turned around and Becky embraced me, and our lips met for real this time. Her full lips were every bit as great as I had imagined, and my hands slid up and down her back.

Becky stepped back and began unbuttoning my shirt, which I allowed with little resistamce and much interest. She pulled the shirt off my shoulders and ran her hands up and down my chest, pulling the hair on my chest and tweaking my nipples.

"The first time we met I could see you had a hairy chest from the view at the top of your shirt and it drove me wild" Becky said before bending over and sucking my nipple. "I love a guy with a hairy chest, it's been a long time." 

I tingled from head to toe as Becky licked and bit each nipple, her hands still busy running up and down my chest, grabbing handfulls of hair and tugging passionately as she did. When Becky straightened up and hugged me again it struck me how close we were in height, and how strange it felt to hug someone like that.

When you're 6'2" you're used to bending over to hug and stooping over to kiss a woman. There was no need for any of that with Becky, as she had to be close to six foot tall. The feeling was different, but wonderful too. Our bodies meshed perfectly as we embraced and Becky was grinding her body into me in a fashion that may not have been lady-like, but was without question very woman-like.

I fumbled with Becky's blouse for a minute before finally managing to get it over her head. She was wearing a very lacy white bra that showcased her freckled clevage, and I made preliminary explorations to try and see whether it was a front opener or not. 

Becky's hand slid down from my chest and found the bulge of my cock, squeezing and stroking it through the khaki as I moaned, trying to fight the urge to ejaculate from the probing.

"Ummmm.... this doesn't feel like a little cock to me Dave" Becky whispered huskily into my ear as she squeezed tightly. "Feels really nice...ummm... feels like a real thick one."

To do a backtrack at this point, during one of our lunch-time conversations in the beginning Becky had spoken about some of the guys we had been working overtime with. One of the guys had confided to Becky how well hung he was and Becky happened to mention how stupid she thought he was.

"Well, you won't ever hear me bragging like that Becky," I had said proudly, "because I'm hung like a horse. A sea horse" I admitted grudgingly to Becky's accompanying laughter. I had told her that despite all the anectodal stories of big feet and big hands being indicators of great endowment, I was pitifully average at best in that area. My size 12 shoes and barely six inch cock were evidence that such indicators aren't always accurate.

Now she had a handful of me and was squeezing and stroking like there was no tomorrow, which frankly there wasn't one at this rate. I had to grab her hand in order to stop an impending mess from happening. I tried desperately to form a coherent sentence as I fought back an orgasm that had been welling up for years.

"Becky, I feel stupid, but I have to tell you that it's been a long, long time for me... you know" I stammered nervously. "I've been dreaming of this moment since I met you and I just wanted it... you know warn you... ask you..."

"Spit it out Dave" Becky said with a giggle.

"That's a good choice of words" I muttered helplessly. "What I mean is that I'm so excited I wouldn't last a minute with you right now, and I really wanted our first time to be special" I said with a deflating ego and a dripping dick.

"Oh, that's so sweet Dave" Becky said while kissing me. "Did I get you too excited? Don't worry, our first time will be a special time David. Let me take a load of your mind so we can enjoy the rest of the night."

With that, Becky knelt before me and unbuckled my pants, letting them slide down my legs. I enjoyed the cooler air on my thighs as Becky grabbed the elastic of my underwear and tugged them down quickly. I felt my cock wildly spring up behind the passing elastic and I looked down to see Becky's tongue dancing around the tip of the head of my cock, toying with the strands of semen adorning it.

After a few seconds of that, I felt Becky's lips engulfing the head, and slowly spiraling down the shaft while her hands cupped my buttocks, pulling me ever closer and farther inside her mouth.

I didn't last a minute, of course. Within seconds the actions of Becky's dancing tongue on my shaft and her hands squeezing my ass cheeks with incredible strength, I felt my orgasm rise up from the tips of my toes. I started to pull her head away for some reason, but that was obviously why she was there. She knew it was coming and she didn't shy away from it, she took it in eagerly.

I felt my knees buckle as my cock spurted jets of cum into Becky's mouth and down her throat. With the exception of a brief choking sound Becky kept sucking wildly, coaxing more and more out of me, until I was drained, my cock still spasming but shooting blanks at the end.

Becky slowly pulled her mouth back off my cock slowly, until it sprang out as limp as could be. Becky got up off her knees and hugged me.

"I guess I had room for dessert after all" Becky said grinning and seductively licking her lips. "That was yummy! I hope there's more where that came from."

I kissed Becky with a passion that surprised both of us, my mouth sharing the mess I had created, not minding a bit.

"Let me get these clothes off you so we can have some real fun" I said confidently, all my fears and apprehension evaporating in the knowledge that I was with someone who really cared about me. Maybe almost as much as I cared about her, I hoped.

***

I had figured out that Becky's bra was a front hook number, and I slowly undid the three little hooks. The bra cups lurched forward as it came undone and I pulled the harness off her shoulders. Her breasts were a little smaller than I had imagined, beautiful coconut sized globes that would look quite large on most women's frames, but seemed almost lost on Becky's barrel chest.

Her nipples were the incredible part, enormous dark red puffy aureolas with long thick pegs for nipples that screamed out for affection. Becky's breasts seemed like they would be sensitive, a suspicion confirmed by the the shudder that rippled through her body as my hands cupped them.

Becky's head rolled back on her shoulders as my hands kept busy fondling those incredible tits while I kissed her neck and soulders, even flicking my tongue briefly at the crimson sprout of hair peeking out from under her arm. Plenty of time for that later, I thought.

I pulled her slacks down and helped her step out of them. Becky was wearing lacy white panties and as I directed her over to the bed, I could see her panties were unable to contain what appeared to be a massive bush of pubic hair, as sprays of deep red hair were peeking out from the top elastic in addition to the leg openings.

I got Becky to lay face down on the bed as I rummaged through my night stand, hoping to find... ah yes! There it was. A bottle of vanilla scented body lotion that I had bought a long time ago. The reason for hoping to use it back then never materialized, but now it had a purpose.

I pulled Becky's panties down slowly, enjoying her rich womanly scent as they came off. There she was, naked. All I could think was, what a woman.

She was an amazon, to put it bluntly, and not in an uncomplimentary way either by any stretch of the imagination. Impressively broad shoulders tapering down to a thick but solid waist. No rolls of fat to be found there, just a big beautiful woman. 

Her butt was glorious as well, not too big but generous and firm in keeping with the rest of the package. All tapering down to sturdy thighs and delightfully shapely legs. My opinion... well at that point the vote could be registered by my cock, which had come back to life and eagerly bobbed in front of me.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and coaxed some of the lotion onto my hands. I began rubbing Becky's foot slowly yet firmly, seeing no need to be gentle with this woman who I surmised was built to take whatever I could dish out.

"Oooohhhhh!" Becky moaned as my hands worked first her left and then her right foot. "Oh this is so nice...." Becky said faintly, her voice trailing off as my hands began to slide up from her feet to her ankles.

As my hands moved upwards, I discovered that indeed Becky did not shave anywhere, just as advertised. Her calves were covered with a thin coating of hair, light and fine hair almost imperceptable to the touch unless your hands went in the opposite direction. 

Initially I'm not sure what I thought, to be perfectly honest. This was a totally new experience for me, being with a woman whose legs were almost as hairy as mine, but as my fingers rubbed and kneaded Becky's calves I began to think back. 

I remembered rubbing up against the legs of other women over the years and unless they had just shaved you could feel the coarse stubble when you touched them. A rather unpleasant feeling that was certainly not like this. Becky's legs, as hairy as they were, were so soft and downy to the touch. Not bad at all, I thought. I could get used to this.

My hands had gotten farther up Becky's legs, where a light down graced the backs of her thighs as well. The only sounds I could hear were an occasional moan or delighted gasp from Becky, as my fingers slid over her butt to work on her lower back.

The flickering candles formed a kind of light show on Becky's back as I moved up and straddled her ass while massaging. My cock was nestled in between her butt cheeks, not accidently I might add, and I found the sensation of my cock sliding in that crevice as I worked her upper torso absolutely mind-boggling.

Finally I was at Becky's shoulders, and I went all out there, forcefully kneading and rubbing while she purred beneath me. My fingers occassionally slid down the outsides of her arms, gliding back up through the armpit hair as innocently as I could manage.

Becky was starting to squirm under me and I finally allowed her to roll over while still straddling her. I lifted my left leg which allowed Becky to part her thighs to let me nestle in between. Becky's eyes were a little glazed, her face more than a little flushed and her breathing more than a little rapid as she looked up at me.

Even an awkward and insecure fool such as I could tell what she wanted at this point. She wanted me.

"I was planning on doing your front next..." I said while putting the cap on the lotion and tossing it aside, "but I think I'll wait on that." 

I took my cock and started sliding it through Becky's bush, which was incredibly abundant and thick, yet just as soft as the hair on the rest of her body. Finding her opening was no problem at all, as she was as wet as could be imagined. 

I slid my prick up and down the length of her dripping opening, enjoying her animated facial contortions as I probed. I wanted to keep rubbing myself around the lips of her pussy and keep stroking her clit with the head of my cock, because it felt so wonderful. 

I surrendered to my desires though, and to the pleading look in Becky's eyes, and gently slid my cock into her. As I penetrated her, she moaned almost gutterally in response. I felt her vaginal muscles ripple and contract around my cock, which could not possibly be harder. By the time I had gone in to the hilt, Becky's was whimpering loudly and pawing at my shoulders, trying to pull me down to her.

I was rocking in and out of Becky's pussy as deliberately as I could manage, while she was now almost convulsing under me. She was now clawing at my back, wrapping her legs around my ass and bucking wildly. I was sure she had to be drawing blood but I could not have cared less, so throughly engrossed I was watching Becky go crazy that the pain was pleasurable.

When she came seconds later she was howling loudly, screaming so loud that I thought everybody in the building could hear her. Tough shit, I thought. I had listened to enough from the neighbors through these thin walls to mind. 

There's no sound as enjoyable as a woman having an orgasm you helped create, and Becky sounded like a symphony to me. After a bit she quieted down and looked up at me, her expression all glassy eyed and flushed,

I began pumping into her a little faster, a little harder. I wanted to hear her come again. I wanted to hear her scream my name and totally lose it. Becky began to thrust herself back up to me, and the sounds of our flesh colliding filled the room.

I was gaining confidence with every stroke, and when I saw Becky start to get that wild, urgent look in her eyes, I began pounding into her as hard and as fast as I could.

When she came this time she was not quite as loud, but she was writhing under me like she was possessed, contorting and tearing at the sheets while her eyes rolled back in her head. Damn, what a magnificnent view I had of this glorious amazon in all her glory.

As Becky slowly came back to earth, I changed my position to lay over her thigh while thrusting up into Becky at an angle. Since I didn't have to support myself now, this left my hands free to enjoy her breasts. As I tweaked and pinched her swollen nipples, Becky seemed surprised that I hadn't come yet.

"Oh Dave, this is so nice" Becky said while rocking back and forth against me. "Your cock feels so hard inside me... I want to make you come babe."

Within seconds I somehow found myself underneath Becky, who had almost effortlessly managed to spin us around so that she was now on top of me. All that done while keeping us coupled, the dynamics of which I could not figure out then or now.

Now Becky controlled the show, and I laid back and enjoyed her slowly grinding her hips down into me. Becky reached down and took my hands and put them on her breasts. Her hands held mine to her tightly, encouraging me to do the same. Becky soon looked down at me sternly, now biting her lower lip and looking distressed while her grinding increased in both speed and intensity.




Remembering Becky Ch. 03



"Ooooh god no...can't be...not again.... Dave... ohhhh... ooohhh no... coming coming... " Becky began wailing as her body coiled and twisted above me, as if possessed by a force beyond comprehension.

Becky's hands came up and pulled at her scalp as she came, exposing those incredibly hairy armpits to me. At the sight of those furry hollows, I knew I could not control myself any longer, and felt my cum blast inside of her. She reacted to each spurt with a yelp, contracting her muscles in response.

Becky had now drained me but remained atop me, still gently rocking back and forth almost imperceptively. A dreamy look on her face and a demented smile saved me the trouble of asking the obvious question.

Becky lowered herself onto me and we hugged. I felt my deflating cock began to slide out of her, and when it finally popped out it made Becky jump in my arms, giggling. We lay side by side for a time, not wanting to have this end.

In time I watched Becky's eyes begin to close, and I felt myself wanting to join her. 

****

I awoke with a start and looked at the clock. We had fallen asleep for about an hour. Becky was lying on her back, her eyes shut and her breathing steady. As for me, I had a raging hard on, which was not helped by the sight Becky laying there.

The candles still danced light around us as I leaned over and kissed her shoulder, and then gently nuzzled around her collarbone. When I looked up Becky was looking at me with amusement.

"Hi Dave, you're awake" Becky said with a grin.

"Yeah, I watched you drop off and I must have joined you' I said sheepishly. "Look what I woke up with!" I said while motioning down to my erection swaying in front of me.

"It's confession time Dave" Becky said chuckling. "I've been busy rubbing your cock for a few minutes just now before you woke up."

I got up onto my elbow groggly and tried to get my bearings, still lost in a light fog of wine and Becky.

"Hey Dave," Becky chirped, "let's take a shower together!"

With that she proceeded to help haul me out of bed and together we trudged to the bathroom. Becky had me get the water to an agreeable temperature and I hopped in while holding the curtain open for Becky.

"You can wash me and then I'll do you" Becky announced, and who was I to disagree? I eagerly grabbed the soap and lathered it up in my hands.

Becky reached up and held her hair up out of the spray, leaving no doubt where I was to begin.

"C'mon Dave, be sure to get me sqeaky clean there, in case you decide to do a little exploring there later" Becky instructed me.

My lathered hands worked up an impressive layer of suds as I worked the soap into Becky's armpits. I enjoyed watching her wiggle as I diligently scrubbed for far longer than necessary, just to watch her expression.

My hands worked down to her pliant breasts, and I milked them vigorously to her seeming approval. My hands went down to the spacious triangle of fur between her legs, and as my fingers slipped over her pussy she began to really get into it.

"Turn around Becky, I want to get your back" I told her, and she frowned in return.

"My back's not dirty Dave" she said pouting. "My front, now that's very dirty... very very dirty. I think you might have missed a few spots..."

I remained steadfast however, and Becky eventually turned around to let me scrub her back for a while. Becky announced shortly thereafter that it was my turn to get the treatment, and she took the soap from me.

Becky told me to turn around and when I did I heard her gasp a little as she began gently rubbing my shoulders and back.

"Does that hurt Dave?" Becky asked sounding concerned. I did feel a little stinging from the soap and figured that she had scratched me up a bit in the heat of the moment.

"No Becky, I'm fine. Why?" I asked.

"I'm sorry Dave, I think I got a little carried away and did a number on your back" she said haltingly. "I'll be careful from now on."

"Don;t you dare" I said quite firmly. "Don't you ever hold back. Whatever you did back there, as long as you didn't get an artery I'll be fine. It's sort of a trophy of sorts" I reasoned.

"Okey dokey!" Becky said happily. "It will be my pleasure to rip you to shreads every chance I get! Now put your foot up on the ledge for me."

I leaned agianst the wall of the stall and put my foot on the slippery ledge of the tub. Becky's lathered hands slid all over my ass, sliding up and down the crack, before sliding up between my legs and grabbing my balls. 

I groaned as Becky worked my sack roughly, kneading my nuts with a slow and undulating motion. Every few seconds her hand would slide back toward her and her fingers would run over my butthole, with a determination that left no chance of it being an accident.

As my balls continued to get churned, my cock had risen once again, and was now looking for attention. Becky had me turn back around to face her, and I purposely poked my erection into her. She made a face and ignored it as she instructed me to raise my arms.

"Oh look Dave, you have hair under your arms too" she exclaimed in mock surprise as she scrubbed my armpits.

"Not nearly as much as you I'm afraid" I teased.

"True... true" Becky said. "I wonder how you would like getting the same treatment you gave me. Whattya think about that?"

My arms came down abruptly as I started giggling in response to Becky's touch.

"No no no!" I said firmly. "I'm ticklish there, and I would probably have wet the bed if that were me last week."

"Okay" Becky said cautiously. "Maybe I'll rent some scuba gear sometime and we can give it a shot" she said as she washed my chest.

"Ummm, you sure are one hairy guy" she said approvingly. "Hair hair everywhere. Your chest is to die for, you know."

It had never come up before, and I didn't consider myself all that hairy but who was I to complain? Especially when Becky drifted down and began lathering my cock, which was blue steel once more. Up and down, around and around, Becky's hands corkscrewed and pumped my wet cock.

Becky now lifted her leg onto the tub ledge and began working my cock into her opening. It felt so good, so very very good, but I had to stop this now.

"No Becky no!" I said urgently. "We can't."

Becky looked hurt and asked me why.

"We're running out of warm water, and fast!" I said, feeling the water getting colder by the second. Damn those little apartment hot water heaters!

Becky was now feeling the change even shielded from the spray by my body as I turned the shower off.

"Oh I'm sorry honey, did I freeze anything off? Becky asked with mock concern.

I assured her I would be fine after I warmed up and we dried each other off with tender loving care before returning to the bedroom. Becky grabbed my bathrobe from the hook behind the door and pulled the belt out of the loops.

"Here!" Becky said sternly.

Puzzled, but having no doubt that whatever Becky had in mind would be entertaining, I took the cotton belt from her as she fell back on the bed and lay spread-eagled, her body reaching almost all four corners of the bed.

"That was very mean of me to do that to you, getting you all cold in the shower and everything, and I should be punished!" Becky said harshly. She put her arms far above her head, hitting her hands on the headboard.

"What should I do to someone so inconsiderate?" I asked while playing along.

"I think you should take that belt and tie my hands together and make me helpless" Becky said. "Then you can do whatever you want to me, because I deserve it! I was bad!"

I tried not to laugh at this vaudevilian production we were creating as I tied her hands up and jammed the rest of the rope between the mattress and the headboard.

"There Becky, you are completely helpless" I said in my most sinister Snidley Whiplash voice. "There is no way you can escape! Now what would be a suitable punishment?" I thought aloud. 

"Well, whatever you do, don't you dare do anything to my underarms!" she said with defiance. "I couldn't stand it if you did anything to me there like kissing and stuff."

I knelt next to Becky on the bed amazed. Although we were kidding around, she was practically begging me to do what I had originally thought had cost me any chance with her. Was it possible that she enjoyed it even more than I did?

My fingers touched the inside of her elbow and slowly went down the inside of Becky's arm. As I reached the beginning of the vast expanse of hair I abruptly stopped.

"Okay, I won't do that to you if you insist" I said while moving further down the bed.

I kissed Becky's neck and slowly licked my way down her body serpentine-like over her breasts and then lower. When Becky saw I was heading south, she started objecting.

"Hey Dave, come back... you come back up here dammit...," Becky said while looking down at me moving away. "Get back up here you turd!"

I chuckled as my tongue reached Becky's navel, a delightful indentation that I probed briefly before moving on. Just below her navel a thin wisp of fine red hair led downward to the wide timberline of her immense bush. My tongue moved along the trail before diving into the dense forest.

Becky had resigned herself to my destination and had begun to react to my actions. My face buried deep in the thick jungle, I savored the rich fragrance of her womanly aroma as my mouth danced over her pussy.

My tongue darted inside for brief attacks, and when I felt Becky start to respond I would pull away very briefly before diving back in. This eventually got her more and more interested, and when she started whimpering in earnest her hips began rising to try and meet my tongue. That was when I stopped, leaving Becky thrusting her hips futily into the air. 

It was at that point I began crawling up the side of the bed alongside Becky. I nipped her thick nipple hard with my lips as she looked down at me with what could only be described as pure unbridled lust in her eyes. I was hoping this all was not a dream, because it was all too wonderful to be believed. 

As my kisses went along over the fullness of her breast and down her side, she understood where I was headed. My tongue began sliding up her right side until reaching the target, gently parting the fine hair as I slid up though her underarm. 

Becky let out a loud moan as I kissed and licked my way through her armpit. Her breath was catching in her throat as I began biting and nibbling her armpit, sucking and chewing and doing anything I could think of to keep her responding like she was. Becky's back was off the mattress as she arched almost impossibly upward. My fingers pulled and pinched her nipple hard as it looked like she was trying so hard to come yet repeatedly left hanging on the brink. I wasn't trying to tease her any longer, it was just happening that way.

Finally, I brought my hand down her stomach and when it went between Becky's legs and brushed the lips of her pussy, she cried out in a voice I had never heard before. All of a sudden... well I wasn't sure what had happened at first, and it took a second before it sank in, but my hand and wrist became drenched as Becky literally came all over me.

Becky howled as I held my hand still against her as the seemingly endless series of what I could only describe as seizures washed over her body, gradually decreasing in intensity before finally ending almost mercifully.

Becky looked almost unconscious. This vibrant and alive woman of a few minutes ago looked like she had the life sucked out of her. I brushed her hair from her face and unraveled what was left of her restraint. She was lying in a puddle and had a meek smile on her face as I held her.

"I'm sorry... sorry I made a mess" Becky stammered. I don't know what happened to me. I can't believe what..."

I noticed that her eyes were getting misty and I kissed her cheek softly.

"Sorry?" I said mystified. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. That was so beautiful, please don't you dare ruin it for me by apologizing."

"You're so wonderful Dave," Becky said while giving me a weak hug, "but I can't leave you hanging like that after you were so good to me. Let me make you happy too."

"Not necessary" I assured her, but she was not going to take no for an answer no matter what I said.

It was at that point that I took her hand and brought it down to her side between us, and rubbed it in the pool of cum I had deposited there earlier.

"Huh?" was all she could ask.

"When you were in the middle of doing that Linda Blair thing and almost lifting us off the bed, I lost it just watching you" I admitted without shame.

"Oh man Dave, I don't know who's weirder, you or me" Becky said before drifting off to dreamland. I managed to get up and kill the candles before collapsing beside her, falling fast asleep in the soggiest bed you could ever imagine. I never slept so well in my life.

next.... what's for breakfast? 



Remembering Becky Ch. 04



Thank you for sticking with the story so far, and for all your kind words and encouragement. 

Chapter four of David and Becky's story...

*

I awoke with a nasty case of cotton mouth, a mildly throbbing head and an incredible soreness in my back and knees. That's when I realized that last night had not been a dream after all. The pleasant pain that comes from suddenly taxing muscles that had been laying dormant for so long felt great.

That, combined with the pleasant aroma of brewing coffee that filled the air, helped bring me back to earth. The space next to me was empty, the impression Becky left in the bedding still fresh. The scent of our lovemaking still lingered as well, and that along with the promise of coffee got my butt out of the bed.

I grabbed my bathrobe and staggered out of the bedroom into the living room. Becky had opened the drapes which drenched the place in sunlight. Funny thing is if I was here alone, I would have left the drapes closed, keeping the place dark and dismal and effectively sealing myself off from the world as had been my custom. I liked it so much better this way.

Becky was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter on top of the dishwasher, reading the paper. She heard me coming and peeked out from above the paper, and I knew she was smiling even though I could only see her eyes. 

"Good morning!" I said in the most chipper voice I could manage. "I see the paper came already. Anything interesting?"

"Good morning yourself you sleepyhead" Becky exclaimed. "Interesting? I don't know about that. Let's see...What do you think of this?"

With that she raised the paper, revealing that behind the paper she was very naked. Her swirling bright red bush was square on top of the dishwasher, her thighs spread slightly.

"Oooh, that's very interesting" I said. "Price Chopper has tuna on sale."

"That's not tuna, that's red snapper you turd" Becky giggled while looking down at the little tent erected inside my robe. "You better have some morning wood down there."

The paper went flying across the counter as I shed the robe and moved up between Becky's legs. My cock was indeed hard and I swirled it vigorously around the lips of her pussy. In the glow of the morning light her pussy hair was so bright it was almost phosphorescent, and she moaned softly when the head of my cock slid inside her slightly moist opening. 

Comfortable, it wasn't. The metal handle of the dishwasher was cold, and my balls slapped against it as I moved in and out of Becky. I only had about half of my cock inside her, alternately rubbing it around her clit after every few jabs inside. 

Becky began to get wetter as we continued, thus allowing for a little more peneration. The combination of my modest endowment and the configuration of the counter restricted my motion a bit, although the handle whacking against my nuts was becoming pleasant in a most strange way.

"Sorry... sorry I can't get any deeper" I said between strokes, our tempo picking up. "Not big enough."

"Good... it's so good ... good right there keep doing that" Becky said as she pulled me tight to her.

It was pretty much just the head of my cock sliding in and out, but she must have manuevered to the right place because in seconds she had pulled me tight next to her and was sinking her teeth into my collarbone. The magnificent sounds of her orgasm were somewhat muted by my neck, which would become another Becky battle scar area as a result of her teeth, but the squeals and gurgles that did come out were still enjoyable to me.

I kept poking Becky as she released the stranglehold she had on my neck. She leaned back a bit and put her hands on the counter, looking down at my cock dipping into her pussy.

"Ummm... look at that Dave," Becky said with almost wonder in her voice. "That looks beautiful, doesn't it? Of course, you can't see all that much tree for the forest!"

This felt so fantastic I didn't want it to end. There wasn't enough pressure down there inside of Becky to force me to come, but there was just enough to keep me very interested.

"I love the forest" I said. "The problem is that the tree isn't big enough."

Becky frowned and reached over and pinched my nipples...hard!

"Stop putting down your pecker, it's perfect!" Becky snapped. "It's just the right length and it's thick as hell. I like that. I was examining it this morning when you were sleeping. It's beautiful, no weird bumps, lumps or strange discolorations. It's a beautiful penisoarus, and I never want to hear another discouraging word about it."

"You sure keep yourself occupied when I'm sleeping, don't you? I asked with mock indignation. "What else were you doing while I was dreaming about you?"

"Well, you didn't have any donuts or anything," Becky said while shifting her butt on the counter, "and by the way you can come whenever you want now Davy me boy."

"No I think I like this too much to come" I said while continuing the gentle motion. My hands went to her thighs and I enjoyed the delightful feel of the soft, silky down that adorned them as my fingers slid merrily along. 

"My butt is starting to hurt now, buddy. This counter is as hard as you are" Becky said while scrunching up her face in discomfort.

"You should have thought of that before you got up there" I told her bruskly. 

"Okay, then I'll just relax until you come" Becky said, and with that she leaned back against the cupboard behind her. "I'll just sit back in agony and be forced to watch your hard throbbing cock violate my sweet innocent pussy while my ass goes numb."

"Good idea" I said approvingly. "I think I'll count your freckles while I'm at it" I said admiring the multitude of them that covered her upper torso.

"17,453" Becky said confidently. "That census has been done before and confirmed by an independent auditor. How are you doing down there babe, you just about ready to blast off?" she said rather hopefully. "My ass is starting to fall asleep!"

"No, not nearly ready," I said, "and I'd better count them again just to be sure. Is this a freckle or a crumb here?" I asked while touching her collarbone.

Becky promptly put her hands behind her head and started to softly whistle "They'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain."

I started laughing and looked over to the window. Becky grabbed me by the chin and turned my head to face her.

"Come on stud" Becky snapped while grinning wickedly. "Betcha can't look and not come" she said while leaning back again. She was obviously challenging me to look at her armpits, which were in their most radiant furry glory.

"You think that if I look at something that excites me, something that I love, something that I can't get enough of, just that alone will make me come?" I asked.

Becky nodded. And she was right. When my cock exploded into her a minute later, my eyes had remained fixed. Never for a second did they leave those sparkling green eyes. 

When she realized that I was looking at precisely what I was truly crazy about, she drew close to me and kissed me as I came. Becky held my face in her hands as she felt my orgasm slowly subside, our eyes never having lost contact with each other the entire time.

"Understand?" I asked softly while trying to contain my emotions, having tried to say in actions what I felt but could not say, not yet at least.

Becky stared back at me and with her lips persed, nodded slowly and broke into a smile.

"Understood" she said and dropped down from her perch, gingerly feeling the ridge the counter had gouged into the backs of her thighs.

She padded off the the bathroom and I got to experience the magnificence of her body from the rear as she left.

"It would have been perfect... so very perfect, if you had only gotten donuts" Becky said while standing at the bathroom doorway looking back at me. "Those little ones with the coconut on them? Yum!"

"I wasn't sure you would even show up for dinner last night, much less breakfast" I exclaimed with dismay as she winked and closed the door behind her.

"It's going to be a beautiful day Dave" Becky yelled from the bathroom. "Why don't we go on a picnic, that is unless you have other plans."

*

chapter 5... sharing secrets and baring souls



Remembering Becky Ch. 05



Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private. 

*

A picnic? Well, I wasn't planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn't a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic.

Seconds later, when I regained my senses, I hopped into the shower with Becky. Needless to say, we ran out of hot water again, but it was a bracing way to start the day.

We managed to put together some semblance of a picnic from what remained in the fridge. I had cooked up plenty of chicken the day before in case something had gone wrong with the initial batch, so we packed a little cooler with that, some chips and assorted goodies from my cupboards, and headed out.

Since Becky had the car and was driving, she was the pilot and took us out to Thatcher Park, located in the Helderberg Mountain area of New York. Not really mountains, but really nice, with abundant hiking trails and picnic grounds. Since it was still late spring, it wasn't crowded and we pretty much had the run of the place.

It was really a beautiful spring day, with sunny cloudless skies and temperatures approaching the mid-seventies. Becky had worn a powder blue jogging suit but after we settled on a picnic table, she asked me if I minded if she took off the suit and got more comfortable.

"Why should I mind?" I asked. "Hopefully you aren't wearing anything underneath."

"Well, almost nothing" Becky giggled and proceeded to take off the outer garments.

She was right, as she was wearing a blue tank top with matching shorts, and quite obviously nothing underneath on top. Becky saw my admiring gaze and smiled.

"Don't worry David" Becky said. "If this place starts getting crowded I'll put it back on. I won't embarrass you. I don't dress like this in public."

"Embarrass me?" I asked incredulously. "Don't you dare put that jogging suit back on for anything. You look incredible."

She did, of course. As I looked at the light red down on her legs glistening in the sunlight, it occurred to me that she wasn't referring to the lack of a bra.

"I'm curious Becky", I asked tentatively. "Does anybody ever make comments when you go swimming at the Y?"

"You mean about my swimming technique Dave?" Becky joked while watching me squirm. "Yes, many ask if I swim competitively."

"You know what I mean Becky" I said with a grin.

"What do you mean David?" Becky insisted. "You should feel free to come out and say what you mean without my dragging things out of you."

"Okay" I said feeling my face flush. "Do people say anything about the hair?"

"Rarely to my face, although occasionally somebody will make a crack behind my back" Becky said. "I wear a swimming suit that covers me from ankle to elbow, so nobody really sees much. I get an occasional look in the shower, but that's about it. I don't shove it in people's faces, and if they see it, they see it because they tried to. Like you did."

"Uh, what made you decide to keep yourself natural?" I asked, my curiosity overcoming my shyness. "Is that something you've always done, you know like a child of the sixties thing?"

"Long story Dave" Becky warned me. I was more than willing to listen and told her so.

"Well, to make it as brief as possible, I was just like the rest of the herd all my life. When I was married I kept myself shorn all the time. My husband... ex-husband was a fanatic about what he called proper grooming. During each summer he had me get bikini waxed every week. You have any idea how painful that was? Maybe things have changed now but back then it was torture."

"I was the dutiful wife and it was worth it to keep him happy. After we had the kids, things started changing. Over the years he started changing, getting more demanding and really moody. He would always put me down in front of other people and make me feel like dirt."

"Anyway, for years he used to have some people from his office over for Monday Night Football. They would drink, play cards and yell at the TV all night. I usually stayed away from the den anyway, and after I got the kids in bed I would go to the bedroom and read until I got tired."

"Over the years the people that came over changed. A lot of the guys that were there in the beginning stopped coming over. The guys that were there originally were decent enough guys, and the ones that replaced them were... let's just say not as nice. Especially this one guy, a grungy black dude called Spyke. "Spyke with a Y and if you give me a try you'll know why" he introduced himself to me as. Funny I still remember that after all these years. Not ha-ha funny, just funny." 

"I also remember he stunk, a really sour funky odor, and he would always rub up against me whenever he got the chance and make little comments. I complained to Rick, that's my ex, and told him about it. He passed it off as a joke, and then later would eventually accuse me of trying to lead Spyke on, which was so far from the truth it was laughable."

"One night it was getting really loud in the den and I was afraid that they'd wake the kids, so I went down to try and get them to keep it down. I was wearing flannel pajamas and a robe, not exactly suggestive attire."

"When I asked Rick for them to keep it down a little I could see that they had really gotten buzzed, more so than usual. Rick grabbed me by the arm and started feeling me up in front of these guys. A couple of the guys told Rick to cool it, but I remember that Spyke character egging him on."

"When I pulled away, Rick got pissed off and tried to pull my pajama bottoms down. He started yelling that I ought to be happy that anybody wanted to touch me. "You ought to see how hairy her cunt is!" he yelled at them. "It's like trying to fuck a bear." 

"I was crying and trying to get out of the room while keeping my clothes on. I felt my pajamas tear as I finally got away from him. I went up to the bedroom while his friends tried to calm him down. This was the absolute worst thing he had ever done to me."

"I literally cried myself to sleep, which was a big mistake. I should have grabbed the kids and left. It was after midnight when I heard Rick coming to bed. I thought he had a lot of nerve to even come in there at all after the shit he had just pulled, and I was going to tell him that too."

He came over to my side of the bed and at that moment I realized he wasn't alone. Even in the darkness of the bedroom I could tell that fucking Spyke was there, just by the smell. Rick jumped on my shoulders and tried to hold me down. "Just relax Becky, you know you want it, so just shut up and enjoy it" he told me."

"Spyke was trying to get my pajama bottoms off and get his pants off at the same time while my husband tried to hold me down. Even though I was half asleep and pinned down, I told myself that there was no way this was going to happen. I was kicking and punching blindly, flailing away and not caring what I hit."

"Hilariously enough, I remember Rick telling me to keep quiet so I didn't wake the kids. Don't wake the kids while we rape you? Incredible! Lucky they were so wasted I was able to free myself and I managed to scramble off the bed and out the door."

"I made it to the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the floor with my back pressed up to the door. I sat there crying for about four hours, too scared to move. Sometime in between, Rick came to the door and said he was sorry, that Spyke was gone, and we should kiss and make up. Talking baby talk like we had just had an argument over some little thing."

"There was no kissing and making up as far as I was concerned. I went to a lawyer the next morning and filed for divorce. There was no way I could stay with him after that. I loved that man so much and did so even through his treating me like shit. After that though, forget it."

"Rick kept apologizing, trying to get me back and telling me he was going to straighten up. I found out later he had developed a little problem with cocaine. At least that explained where the money went, because we should have been doing a lot better financially than we were. Not surprisingly, his supplier was this Spyke dude he worked with. Maybe he was trying to pay for the stuff by offering me up, I don't know. He said later that he didn't even remember what he had done, he was so fucked up."

"We divorced and that was that. To his credit, Rick did straighten himself up fairly quickly after that and he has been a good father to Kelly and Eric. I doubt he would have changed if I didn't leave."

"As we were going through the divorce, I decided to stop shaving my legs and underarms. It might have been a defense mechanism on my part at first, because I knew that would revolt him and he would never touch me looking like this. After a while, I started feeling more comfortable about myself the way I am, so I just never went back to shaving."

I was stunned into silence, unable to comprehend what possessed this guy to treat Becky like that. I didn't know him, but I hated him with a passion, and I realized how lucky I was to go through a relatively painless divorce in comparison.

"It was at least couple of years before I even considered dating again" Becky continued. "I was so busy with the kids growing up and everything it was all I could do to keep up with that stuff. I finally started seeing a guy I met through a friend.

"Things went okay until we started getting intimate one night. I'll never forget the look on his face when he saw the hair under my arms. That night ended rather abruptly, to say the least. He made up something about having to get up early and that was the last time I saw him."

"Later on he told my friend that he wasn't interested in women that were trying to be men, and if she was a real friend of mine she would teach me how to "shave like a woman is supposed to", so I could find a man." 

"The funny thing was that I liked this guy, and if he had just come out and said "Look, the hair really turns me off" or something like that, I would have gotten rid of it. I wasn't on a crusade or anything, at least at that point. So I really didn't have much of a social life until about three years ago, when I met Jerry."

Aha! My enemy has a name. Jerry. This guy she had been seeing for three years, but not so madly in love with that it kept her from staying uncommitted and from seeing me. Jerry, eh?

"Oh, his name is Jerry" I offered as innocently as I could, while studying Becky's face for signs of... who knows what?

"Yes Jerry" Becky said laughing. "I wasn't really looking for a relationship anymore at that point, but let's just say I got swept off my feet."

"But not swept off your feet enough to get married or anything like that" I offered.

'No, like I said David, I don't think I could ever be committed to one person again" Becky said. "After my husband... well I can't ever put all my eggs in one basket again. At least I don't think so."

"Does Jerry... know about me?" I asked.

"Yes" Becky said frankly. "Jerry knows about David, and now David knows about Jerry. That's all you know about each other is your names. Who knows, maybe someday down the road we'll all get together for coffee, dinner or... sex" Becky said mischievously, that delightfully manic gleam in her eyes turning me on as usual.

"Uh, I don't think so" I said cautiously. I don't think I could be in the same bed with another guy. I've got enough insecurity issues as it is."

"Never been in a threesome Dave?"

"Yes, I have been as a matter-of-fact" I admitted. "The same night I lost my virginity I ended up later in the evening with that girl and her roommate."

"Ooooh, that sounds like a story I'd really like to hear" Becky said squirming gleefully on the picnic bench. "Tell me more and don't spare the details. I love smut!"

"Maybe someday" I suggested coyly. "So anyway, this Jerry doesn't mind you seeing me?"

"I didn't say that" Becky said. "I said Jerry knows about you and knows I'm seeing you. That's all Jerry knows and will know. I'm not going to talk about either of you to the other. That wouldn't be fair to any of us."

"Does that mean we will see each other again after today?" I asked.

"Of course, you turd!" Becky said smartly. "I think you're really a great guy."

"Really?" I offered meekly, genuinely a little surprised.

"Yes really, that is if you want to keep seeing me Dave" Becky said. "I enjoy being with you so much. You're incredibly funny and considerate, you made me the most wonderful dinner imaginable, and the sex was absolutely amazing."

With that Becky's hand moved to the prominent bulge that seemed to have been there non-stop for the last two days. Becky rubbed and squeezed my cock through the fabric, causing me to do some squirming of my own.

"Time for our picnic!" Becky announced most cheerfully, and with that her attention went from my cock to the cooler we had brought. This change, of course, elicited a loud groan from me, as I had other ideas.

"Don't worry David," Becky said, I'm not through with you yet!"

**

We enjoyed our makeshift picnic as the afternoon sun washed over us. After eating, we decided to take a walk on one of the many trails that wound through the park. We reached an overlook that afforded an incredible view of the valley below as well as a glimpse of the city skyline thirty miles away.

"Beautiful" Becky said while enjoying the view from the edge of the hill.

"Yes, you are" I offered lamely, and stood behind Becky, looking over her shoulder, lightly kissing her neck through her wavy locks.

Despite the beautiful day, the park was pretty much deserted. We had seen a family passing through earlier, but that was it. This area was totally deserted, so I moved up next to Becky and put my arms around her.

"Uh-oh. Is that an anal probe I feel?" Becky said with mock fear in her voice. "Aliens tend to do that a lot, I've heard."

"Oops sorry" I said, not realizing that my erection was all that noticeable grinding into her butt.

"That wasn't a complaint" Becky said while thrusting her backside into me. "I just was making a comment."

With that my hands slid up and after looking around for company and seeing none, reached up and cupped her magnificent breasts. I squeezed and kneaded the deliciously pliant globes, feeling those enormous nipples come alive under my touch.

My cock had found his way back between her butt cheeks, so firm and so obviously unprotected by anything other than the flimsy shorts she was wearing. Becky sighed and rested her head back against my collarbone, and reached up behind her head to grab my hair, pulling me even tighter to her.

I moved my hands slowly across her breasts, sliding as slowly as possible up her sides and raking my fingers through her furry underarms. As my hands inched through the abundant growth, Becky let out a choking sound, gasping as my fingers continued inching upward, all the way up her freckled arms right up to her elbows before retracing their paths back through her armpits. From her reaction, this was something she enjoyed at least as much as I did.

Becky was writhing and contorting in front of me, and I was looking around for some place to go with her, when we heard voices in the distance. We quickly broke up our embrace and went back to looking at the view.

It was quite a while before the people got around the bend to where we were, since the sound traveled so well in the woods. It was that family again, the parents and two kids who seemed destined to fall over the side of the overlook despite their attempts at restraint.

We exchanged pleasantries and left them to enjoy the view by themselves, although probably not in the same way we had. Becky started giggling when we got out of sight and it was infectious, both of us laughing like hyenas.

"Man, that was close" I said. "Lucky they didn't catch us. That would have been so embarassing."

"You didn't see the way the woman looked at you?" Becky said while choking through her laughter.

I hadn't noticed, trying to pretend I was gazing off into the distance, and I was confused as Becky was almost convulsing with laughter. Finally she pointed to my groin and as she did, collapsed onto the ground as I looked down at what she was referring to.

My shorts had an enormous wet spot in the front, where my raging erection had apparently leaked. Leaked? Erupted was more like it, as the stain covered an area the size of a drink coaster.

I had to admit it was funny, but not nearly as funny as Becky did, as she was turning beet red from hysteria.

"Your choice... which... which would you...you rather have her think?" Becky choked out through her continuing unbridled amusement. "That you needed a... rubber or a diaper?" 

That set her off again, as I stood there in all my cum-stained glory, enjoying Becky rolling on the ground. After a couple minutes, she managed to calm down and I helped her to her feet, brushing off the leaves and twigs that clung to her. I paid particular attention to cleaning her special parts, which were many.

"Sorry for the giggle fit Dave" Becky said. "Are you mad?"

When I took her in my arms and kissed her with a passion that left no doubt about my feelings, that answered her question. Becky ground herself into me as she felt my renewed interest grow once again.

"Let's see... it must be around two o'clock" Becky surmised. "I have to be home at six when Rick brings Kelly home. Let's get back to your place, okay?"

***

On the way back to my place, I amused myself with running my hand up Becky's thigh, enjoying the silky feel of the light down that grew on the outsides. After an initial uncertainty, I was starting to like the feel of it, the incredible softness giving her skin a feathery feel. Occasionally my hand would dive down between her thighs and softly rub her womanhood through her fabric, causing her to wiggle in her seat.

"David, you are going to get yours when we get to your place!" Becky admonished me.

"Good, I want mine!" I said gleefully.

"We'll see how you feel about that when I get done with you!" Becky snapped as she pulled into my parking lot.

Inside, Becky went into the bathroom and told me to get naked and lay of the bed. I was most happy to comply, and stripped quickly. I busied myself with waving my erection around until she returned.

"Get your hands off your cock!" Becky commanded upon rejoining me, and I complied obediently.

Becky was still wearing her tank top and shorts, much to my dismay, as she rummaged around her overnight bag and took out what I thought was a lipstick. She went over and grabbed my trusty bathrobe belt from the night before and used to it tie my hands up. Becky pulled my arms over my head, leaving me in much the same condition I had put her in last night, to my delight.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked suggestively.

"Whatever I want to" Becky answered smugly as she stood beside the bed looking down at me.

Becky's hands came up to her breasts, and she fondled them through the tank top as she looked down at me, biting her lower lip coyly. One hand slid down under the elastic of her shorts and rubbed between her legs. I smiled as I was thoroughly enjoying this show.

"Like to watch me Dave?" Becky said while taking her one hand off her breast and reaching down to stroke my nipple. Her other hand continued to slowly work under her shorts. Becky looked down toward my cock, which was hard as a rock.

"Mmmm... looks like your cock is drooling again Dave" Becky said while reaching over to wipe the head of my dripping dick with her finger.




Remembering Becky Ch. 05



She brought her finger to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it, smiling and rolling her eyes at the taste of my seed.

"Tastes great Dave," Becky said with a sly wink, "and less filling too. Wow, this is the first time I've seen your cock in the light. Man, no wonder my jaws ached this morning. That is one thick cock you got on you. Never had one that fat before. You don't mind me talking like this do you Dave? You don't mind me telling you how much I love that fat cock of yours do you?"

I managed to shake my head no as Becky crawled onto the bed with the lipstick in her hand.

"You know what this is David?" Becky asked as she turned the bottom of the lipstick, which I realized now was not a lipstick, but a vibrator about the size of an index finger that came to life with a faint hum. Becky ran it over her pussy through the shorts.

"Thought you did" Becky said as she moved down toward the end of the bed. "I brought this with me in case things didn't work out last night for whatever reason. If I get excited and don't orgasm I get really cranky sometimes. That wasn't a problem last night was it Dave? You made me come so many times I lost track. Shame to drag this little fella all this way for nothing."

Becky was now straddling my right thigh, and reached down to grab my balls, gently hefting the sack and smiling up at me.

"Nice balls too, David. You didn't get cheated there either" Becky commented while rolling them in her palm. "Now then, why don't we just see how you like this."

With that, Becky's hand slid down from my nuts and worked down to my ass. I felt her digit rubbing against my anus, teasing and toying the area. Becky then gently inserted her finger ever so slightly, causing me to gasp suddenly. 

"So far, so good Dave?" Becky asked as I nodded somewhat tentatively. "How about this then?"

With that Becky withdrew her finger and replaced it with that little vibrator. My upper body bolted upright as I felt the thing inside me.

"Lay back down Dave, and relax" Becky said firmly, and as I did she started to gently work the thing around a little. It was little, but it was... interesting. I felt my whole body shudder as she moved it around. If Becky had asked me if I wanted this done to me beforehand, I would have said no, most definitely. Now, already somewhat... shall we say 'involved' with the toy, the sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. 

I was writhing around on the bed, wanting to come so badly, waiting for her to grab my cock. Hop on it, suck it, anything to make me come. I was going crazy.

As the vibrator went on whirring inside me, Becky leaned down as she cradled my balls in her palm. I felt her take first one, then the other nut into her mouth. Becky sucked each one vigorously, going back and forth as I moaned almost painfully, feeling like I could burst.

After a few minutes of this, Becky got up and came over next to me beside the bed. She began groping her breasts again, while looking down at me. Her hands raked my chest, again pinching my nipples, twisting gently.

"You want to come David?" Becky said smiling.

"Yes" I managed to grunt out, sweating like a pig and shaking with excitement.

"Go ahead and come if you want Dave" Becky cooed seductively.

I could have yanked my hands free at any time, but this was so much fun, even though it was almost torture, that I let it continue. 

With the little vibrator still humming away inside me, not uncomfortably I must admit, Becky reached her hand under the bottom of her tank top and slowly pulled it up over her head. Her nipples were almost visibly throbbing as her hands went back up to tweak them.

"Your nipples are incredible" I grunted. "So puffy and big and thick. So suckable."

"You like them Dave?" Becky said while leaning toward me. "Want to suck on them babe?" They're so hard and... no I don't think you should" she said while resuming her place.

Becky began wiggling out of her shorts, and indeed was wearing nothing underneath, her briliant crimson bush exploding into view. I could smell her excitement oozing out of her, that sweet pussy so close beside me, yet so far.

Becky raised her right arm and ran her hand through her curly red locks before placing her hand behind her head. Her left hand slid up to her right underarm and she lazily ran her fingers through the abundant thicket, smiling down as she gently pulled at the hair, toying and twirling to her delight and to my ever-increasing discomfort.

"You're as excited as I am Becky" I said while wiggling around as little as possible. "I can smell it on you. Why don't you hop on me and put us both out of our misery?" I suggested with a sense of urgency.

"That's a thought David" Becky responded. "Let me think about that for a minute. Can you tell that I'm turned on? Can you really see it?"

Becky put her knee on the side of the bed and slid her hand between her legs, her fingers parting the thick bush, exposing the pink puffy lips of her pussy.

"You're right David, I am wet" Becky admitted while sliding her index finger inside. "I don't know if I'm quite as excited as you are yet though" Becky said, and with that moved down to the foot of the bed again as I groaned in agony.

Becky again took my ball sack in her hand and began squeezing and kneading it again, this time more forcefully... more passionately, almost violently. My back arched upwards, begging for release of any kind. Instead Becky kept working my balls vigorously as I began almost speaking in tongues, so crazed I was by now.

"God, your cock keeps getting bigger, it's so thick and swollen it looks like it's going to burst" Becky said with feigned concern. "It's almost purple, and it's getting so veiny it's scary. Why don't you just come babe?" she said while again rubbing the cum off the tip of my dick, which naturally only made it ooze more. 

"Arrrgh... please... please Becky... got to come please" was all I could manage at this point.

Becky began working my nuts almost savagely, twisting and kneading them while wiggling that vibrator around with intensity. I was teetering on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like forever, making pathetic and absurd noises and thrashing around helplessly under Becky's touch.

Finally, I felt what seemed like an electrical shock come over my entire body, and I screamed out like an animal as I looked down to see the first spurt of my cum blast into the air.

With that eruption, Becky grabbed my cock with both hands and milked it wildly. I felt cum spraying on my chest and the side of my face as I kept ejaculating uncontrollably. Becky kept her cum-drenched hands pumping my cock hard as the sensations of orgasm continued even after I stopped coming. The entire front of my body seemed to be covered with the most ridiculous amount of semen imaginable. My body was still quivering involuntarily from the ferocity of my orgasm, so immersed was I in the experience. 

Becky slowed her jacking motion to a stop, and gently slid the toy from my butt. She jumped up to the head of the bed and before I knew it, she had straddled my head with her thighs and was grinding her pussy into my face.

I accepted this chore eagerly and my tongue darted into her dripping pussy. Within a minute Becky was screaming, holding onto the headboard for dear life and grinding herself into my face. I thought for a minute I would pass out from lack of air, but I soon was rewarded with a drenching blast from within her, as she wildly convulsed above me. I kept my tongue working over her clit through the spray, until her orgasm slowly subsided.

We ended up in each other's arms eventually, both of us looking like drowned rats. I held her as tight as I could, not ever wanting this moment to end. She returned the affection, and we lay like that for quite a while, totally drained and thoroughly satisfied. 

chapter six... here comes summer

Thank you so much for reading this far.



Remembering Becky Ch. 06



Thank you so much for continuing with me and for your support and encouragement.

*

That was how we began, and we became a couple after that weekend... sort of. As Becky had warned me, there was only so much of her to go around. Although her oldest was off at college, Kelly was graduating high school and shopping around for a college of her own. 

Then there was this Jerry, whoever the hell he was. How did he feel about this arrangement? Who knows? Probably not over-enthused, I would imagine, but never having met the guy I was only guessing. How would I feel if the roles were reversed and he moved in on Becky? 

Then there was me. Funny how before Becky and I established a relationship, I would have given anything, ANYTHING, for just a few minutes with her. Now that phase had passed, and naturally I wanted more. Much more.

How much was there to be had? She had her daughter all but one weekend every other week, and while she was certainly very mature and responsible, Becky would not leave her on her own for any amount of time, and didn't want to either, knowing she would be gone all too soon as well. While part of me didn't like that, but I wouldn't have respected her otherwise.

Then for the every other weekend that Kelly was gone with her father, there was the competition with "Jerry" for Becky's time. I knew better than to complain because I knew this was the way it was going to be right from the start, and if I didn't like it, well...there was no gun being held to my head. That was never said in so many words, but that was the situation, and I was free to handle it however I chose.

Including seeing other women, Becky once said without hesitation. She was not asking for any more from me than what she was giving, so if I found someone I wanted to spend time with also, it was fine by her.

Only problem was, I didn't want to be with anyone else. There was no line of women waiting for me anyway, but it didn't matter if there were or not. I was simply not interested. What it came down to was, I was in love with Becky. Madly, head-over-heels, weak in the knees in love with that crazy amazon.

When I wasn't with Becky, I was thinking about Becky every waking hour. Dreaming about her when I was asleep. Planning what we could do the next time we were together. It was truly all about the girl as far as I was concerned.

I would send out feelers of sorts in the beginning to determine when she would be free, but after a while I just came out and asked her, which was the way she wanted me to be.

One advantage I had was that apparently this "Jerry", in addition to having a regular job, was also an artist who occasionally had to go away for shows and sales. I had no problem filling in when those occasions arose.

That was also a disadvantage, I figured. He was an artist, that meant he was creative. Probably a more interesting guy than me, I figured, which kept me on my toes. This was actually a good thing the way I looked at it. How many relationships go sour because one person takes the other for granted? That was not going to be the case with me. Everyday, every minute with Becky I treated as an audition, a tryout, with my goal the eventual demise of "Jerry" and my elevation to "the man".

Becky, to her credit, never treated me like that. Never played me against him, never mentioned him or anything related to him. The one time I remember drawing Becky into a conversation about "Jerry", she was very diplomatic and honest about it.

I asked Becky how she was able to handle this relationship, as I thought it was not only tough schedule-wise, it had to be difficult for her emotionally.

"No actually, I'm having the most wonderful days of my life now" Becky said happily. "You and Jerry are both great to be with. You're both so very different yet for whatever reason, you both care about me. So I'm the lucky one. You two are the ones that have the tough parts."

"Aren't you ever tempted to tell one of us to hit the bricks?" I asked. 

"I've been tempted to tell both of you to shove off from time to time" Becky said chuckling. "I think that one of you will be the one that ends up telling me that you've had enough. Until then, what's that pretentious and corny saying... you complete me? That's what both of you do for me. You both have such wonderful things to offer."

So with that in mind, life went on. During the summer, her ex took her kids Kelly and Eric to Florida for a week. I asked Becky if she would like to go camping for part of that time. She had never been, but in typical Becky fashion, she was game for just about anything.

I still had a tent, coolers, camp stove and sleeping bags from my previous life, so we had virtually everything we would need except food and drink. I asked Becky if she had a preference on where to go. She left it up to me so I took a bit of a risk and chose a very primitive campground up in the Adirondacks.

It was about a two hour drive to Brown Tract Pond, a state campground located near Raquette Lake in the Old Forge area. The weather was always tricky up there, and the old saying "if you don't like the weather now wait a few minutes" must have been coined in that region.

Fortunately, the weather was great as we arrived at the campground. It had been wickedly hot back home in recent days, with highs in the 90's. It never got that hot up in that region, but even there it was easily in the low 80's. Becky drove up the road that lead from the village, which was bumpy and straight up in many sections of the unpaved road.

"Good grief, what the hell kind of road is this?" Becky howled as her car navigated a crazy hairpin turn and found a deep pothole enroute.

"I'm glad we took this way in then, because it's only two miles this way" I informed her. "The other road in is level but it's seven miles and much bumpier.

We made it without mishaps and checked in at the ranger station. Being familiar with the place, I was delighted to see that there was a great water site available. This being a primitive campground, all the sites were private, but this site was more private than most.

We drove back down the dirt road and pulled into our new home for the next few days. It was just as beautiful as I remembered, well hidden from the road and right on the water, with a tiny beach of our own. Despite Becky's grumblings along the way, I could see in her eyes that she was in love with the place. If her eyes didn't give it away, the way she jumped out of the car and flew down to the water surely did.

"Oh Dave this is beautiful!" Becky exclaimed with an exuberance that was almost child-like. "We're all alone out here" she chirped as she jumped into my arms.

"There's other campsites around, but they're hidden by the trees between the sites" I explained, pointing out a tiny part of a tent visible through the cover about a hundred yards away.

"I'm surprised there aren't any yahoos out on the lake with jet skis and stuff" Becky noted while looking out at the water. 

"No motors allowed" I said. "That means quiet, which is why I love this place. We can rent a canoe one day and paddle around the pond, or go out to the island" I told her, pointing to the hilly football field sized island in the middle of the almost mile-long pond.

"Oooh I'd like that," Becky said, "but first I have to go to the bathroom. That road rattled my kidneys pretty good!"

"Okay" I announced somewhat warily, and led Becky through the trees.

I wasn't quite sure how she would handle this part of the place. Primitive camping means primitive facilities, and that's what we had... an outhouse.

When we neared the wooden closet I watched for Becky's reaction. It wasn't nearly as bad as I feared, but it is a shock to the senses when an extremely fastidious woman realizes that she is going to be going to the bathroom in a hole for three days.

"Oh, isn't this... quaint?" Becky offered with an upraised brow as she opened the door and made a gagging sound. "Gee Dave, the light doesn't work."

"No lights my love" I told her. "No lights, no running water no luxuries of home out here. Sorry you came?"

"Not yet Dave, but give me some time. There's a spider eyeballing me in here that's as big as a mouse."

"Wait till you see how big the mice are" I warned Becky as I heard her talking to the spider in threatening tones.

I went back to the campsite and started unpacking the car while Becky enjoyed the chemical aroma of what was likely her first outhouse function.

"How was it dear?" I asked cheerfully.

"As good as it gets Dave" Becky responded. "At least there was plenty of TP in there. I thought maybe we had to use leaves or something. What do we do about water for washing hands and the like?"

"Right, I'll get some water. There's a spigot out on the road and up a few yards" I said but then I remembered who I was with, and handed Becky the five gallon plastic water container.

"You want to get it while I get the tent started?"

Becky cheerfully complied and headed out to the dirt road. My ex would have never been able to carry a heavy filled jug like that but I didn't think Becky would have any trouble with it at all. My suspicions proved correct as she returned moments later carrying it like it was a light as a loaf of bread. The weight of the vessel did make the muscles in her bicep bulge, which always turned me on as well.

The tent hadn't been out of it's case in years but it went up in a matter of minutes. I filled the air mattress with the car cigarette lighter adapter, set up the bedding and put the lantern by the tent door. Done.

We hauled the lawn chairs out next to the cinder block fireplace, cracked open a couple of beers and sat down and surveyed the scene while we patted ourselves on the back for our great work.

"Hey that was pretty quick buddy" Becky said approvingly. "I figured it would be a big production number."

"Tents are made to go up a lot easier than they used to" I noted. " Plus I didn't bring anymore stuff than we absolutely needed, trying to keep it simple and all. So what do you think of the place?"

"I love it!" Becky declared. "Talk about the middle of nowhere. No phones. No lights at all here either?"

"The ranger cabin way back at the entrance has a generator so she has lights but the rest of the place, no. Not for at least a five mile radius around us either. We can go into the village later for some ice and buy some firewood. After all, we have to have a raging campfire every night. It'll keep the wolves away" I noted.

"Wolves?" Becky said meekly.

"Well, not wolves" I said to her relief. "Bears. It might keep the bears away."

"Bears?" Becky asked. "There are bears around here?"

"Of course there are" I said. "It's the woods. Where else do they have to go but here? Don't worry, as long as we keep the cooler and food in the car we'll be fine. Black bears are just scavengers, not killers. Stay away from their cubs and they'll leave you alone."

"I'll try to remember that while I watch them gnaw on your ass" Becky said.

**

We went into town and replenished the ice in the coolers, and then filled the trunk of the car with firewood before heading back to camp. 

"It sure feels kind of goofy buying wood when we're surrounded by it doesn't it?" Becky said as we unloaded the wood back at our site. "You should get yourself a hatchet and go do a Paul Bunyan number out there."

"Well, you can't cut down trees on state land for one thing" I told Becky. "It wouldn't burn that well anyway most likely. There's downed wood around that we can grab off the ground for kindling, but as far as chopping, that's never interested me. Too much like work, and I still remember the first time I went camping. There was a guy at a site nearby us that was chopping away. All of a sudden there was this blood-curdling scream. Turns out he missed the log and got his leg."

"Yuck!" Becky said with a pained expression.

"Yuck indeed" I agreed, "and being as we're at least twenty miles from anything remotely resembling medical help, I would rather pay one of the locals for wood and relax. Would you like to walk around the campground and get the lay of the land, so to speak. Snoop around and see how the other goobers live?"

"Okay Dave, uh... what should I wear?"

"Wear what you've got on" I said, smiling approvingly at the yellow tank top and shorts she had worn on the way up.

"You sure? Becky said with real trepidation.

"Wear what you're comfortable wearing" I told her. "God, I wish you could see yourself the way others see you. You're an absolute knockout!"

When Becky started to speak again I cut her off with "and don't you dare give me any of that crap about embarrassing me. I'm so proud and happy to be seen with you that I can't even describe it. Besides, who knows you up here?" 

She smiled, bit her lower lip shyly in reaction to my little scolding, and we headed down the road. As we passed the other campsites widely scattered throughout the grounds, I couldn't help looking at Becky.

She always seemed so self conscious about her appearance, and I'm sure that being almost six feet tall and with an amazon like build, she did get a lot of looks from people. I would have guessed that most of them were admiring looks, but who knows how she took it?

As for the hair, the fact of the matter was that the hair on her legs was so pale and light that it was hardly noticeable, only really visible under bright sunlight. While it had thrown me off initially, I had come to accept it and even enjoy it, actually finding it far more pleasant to the touch than the inevitable stubble.

The hair under her arms was certainly very noticeable, but she never drew attention to it and like she had told me, the only people noticing it would be looking for it. My theory was that if they were looking for it, they were liking what they saw, but that was just my opinion. She was the one that would have to hear the comments, although if anyone ever dared say anything negatively about Becky around me I don't know what I would have done.

After our long walk through the campground, visiting the public beach at the other end of the pond and weaving our way around the winding gravel roads, it was getting a little late, so we headed back to our campsite.

We started a fire as we debated what we would have for dinner. I had brought enough for very simple meals, so the choices were limited.

"You know what I would like to do Dave? Becky asked.

"Go into the tent and make mad monkey love?" I asked hopefully.

"Later for that babe" Becky said. "What I have always wanted to do was to cook hot dogs on a stick in a campfire. I saw people do it in a movie once and it looked like fun."

So after hunting down some good and sturdy hot dog cooking sticks, that was exactly what we did. Sadly, we lost one weiner, who fell off into the flames to his untimely demise, but all the other ones cooperated. Becky pronounced them the finest franks imaginable and I had to agree, although the company was what made them special.

As night fell, I brought out marshmallows, that we were able to use our sticks on. And although we both agreed we were not all that crazy about marshmallows, they smelled great and it was a blast setting them on fire. It was also amazing to look at Becky's face lit up by the fire glow. She never looked more beautiful.

"I love you" I said. There it was, out there for the first time, the words I had wanted to say from the very first night we were together.

"I know you do David" Becky said. "Your face is an open book."

"I just thought I would tell you" I said awkwardly.

"That was nice of you to say Dave" Becky said, "but it wasn't news to me. Just like it shouldn't be news that I love you too. I thought it went without saying."

"You do?" I croaked.

Becky looked at me the way she always did when she thought I was deranged, called me a turd, and sadly shook her head while taking my hand and squeezing gently. We sat and watched the fire slowly burning down, now almost down to glowing embers, as Becky marvelled at how dark it got without any lights from civilization.

"Want to go for a swim?" Becky asked.

While it was not a uncomfortable night, it was still fairly warm and while I was not much of a swimmer, I cautiously agreed and we went down to our little beach.

Away from the glow of the campfire it really got tough to see, as we gingerly went down the short path to the water. Now free of the trees overhead that had blocked our view of the skies, we were treated to a spectacular view of the heavens. Stars and constellations covered the pitch black sky above and around us in this big natural bowl we were located in, with only the crescent moon providing the illumination. A spectacular sight like this you would never see in or near a city, unless you were in a planetarium, because of the artificial light that's always around us.

"Oh my God, this is amazing" Becky whispered as we took our clothes off on the shore. "The stars, I can't believe how many there are. Standing under all this makes you realize how small and insignificant we are when you look up at this."

We stepped out into the water which was brisk. Very brisk. The cold made me feel very small and insignificant in one area in particular as we got out to waist level, and I mentioned the shrinkage factor to Becky in passing, along with the fact that I didn't want to go out in the pond much farther. 

"I won't let you drown" Becky assured me as we reached chest level. "Besides, how would I find my way out of this wilderness without you?"

We were up almost to our necks now and all of a sudden I felt a familiar hand probing around my genitals, which warned them up and helped them grow back to respectability.

"Uh, I think I'm being attacked by a shark or something" I said cautiously.

"Oh no! Becky exclaimed, and then suddenly plunged her head underwater. Seconds later her hands were replaced by her mouth, and although it only lasted a few seconds before she came back up for air, the feeling was beyond description.

"False alarm" Becky gasped while choking a little bit and hacking up some water. "Maybe I scared it off, 'cause all I saw was an eel down there."

"I appreciate your efforts on my behalf" I said while moving my hand between her legs, feeling them part with my touch. "Oooh... you're really wet down there" I said.

"Oh brother" Becky groaned at my lame attempt at humor. She was not put off enough to keep from grabbing my cock again and slowly pumping it as I continued my digital manipulations inside her.

I was just about to suggest something when I heard a slight slapping sound. Becky heard it too and we both stopped our playtime. Seconds later a canoe quietly glided past us about fifty feet further out in the pond, the paddle making tiny waves in its wake. "Somebody fishing most likely", I whispered to Becky as we giggled like kids, not knowing or caring if we were noticed by the canoeist.

Just when we began to play with each other again, we heard the sound of muffled voices, and looked down the shore a bit and very faintly saw the people from the next campsite standing on their shore. Apparently they wanted to take in the astronomical view as well, and although they were a fair distance away and we couldn't actually see them, they could likely see our heads out in the moonlit pond.

"What is this, freakin' Grand Central Station?" Becky hissed in disbelief, as we waited to see what they were going to do. The voices continued for a few minutes until we finally agreed, the hell with them. I maneuvered Becky so her back was facing the shore, making her a little taller than myself. 

Becky caught on immediately and parted her legs as I rubbed my cock between the lips of her pussy. Amazingly enough, we managed to actually achieve penetration, and we quietly ground into each other. Becky took advantage of the bouyancy by hopping a little, forcing me to hold on for dear life. 




Remembering Becky Ch. 06



The footing was mucky and slippery as we fought to stay coupled and upright at the same time. The voices continued as we tried to stay as quiet as possible.

"This is really erotic" Becky whispered in my ear, holding me tightly as she tried to wrap a leg around me. "Wonder if they know we're out here making love? Mmmm... your cock feels so good inside me I want to scream."

"We have to live next to these people for the next couple of days" I hissed in response, "so remember that as you begin howling."

Thankfully the voices faded as the neighbors headed back to their tent. This prompted Becky to start grinding away in earnest and shortly as she began to cum, tried to wrap her legs around my ass as she sunk her teeth into my shoulder.

At this point, I was considering composing an elaborate ode here about what an incredible bit of artistic lovemaking this was, and how we drove each other to sensual heights never before reached by mankind. In the end, I decided to tell the tale the way it happened.

As Becky started to orgasm and wrapped her legs around me, my legs slid out from under me in the mossy and mucky pond bottom. Down I went, with Becky on top of me in the water, which was about five feet deep where we were at the time. 

My mouth being wide open at the time, I managed to ingest what felt like about half of the pond as I plunged down to Davy Jones locker. My life flashed in front of me during those terrifying few seconds. Well, not my entire life, just the part about how embarrassing it was going to be to drown while humping in five feet of water. Not to mention not having come myself, which might have been the worst part.

Fortunately, Becky was so athletic and agile that despite seemingly being in the middle of an orgasm, she managed to flip off me and haul us back up to the surface faster than it takes to describe it. Becky helped me back to the shore as I gagged and hacked up some of what I had taken in, laughing and choking every step of the way.

"What happened?" Becky said as she watched me on my knees on the shore, probably spitting up pollywogs, seaweed and other assorted goodies.

"I was... trying out an... underwater maneuver I thought you would really enjoy" I sputtered finally. "Too bad you couldn't hang on. Lucky I was there to save you" I added between wretches.

The voices returned to the shore next door, probably wondering what the hell was taking place out here, so we quickly waddled back up to the tent with our clothes in hand. We were not exactly being the best camping neighbors so far, I realized, but it's very tough to nearly drown quietly.

We dried ourselves as best we could before getting into the tent still naked and giggling again as we replayed the wacky scene we had just created.

"You didn't come, did you Dave?" Becky asked as she knelt beside me on the air mattress.

"No, I was close but no cigar" I admitted.

"I came, and it was incredible" Becky said while grabbing my cock and tugging it back to life. "I was still coming when we were trying to get upright again. I think I know what you'd like now..."

Becky ran her hand over my stomach, raking her nails gently across my chest.

"You've lost some weight haven't you babe?" Becky

asked as her hands worked over my body. My cock was standing at attention as Becky continued pulling and stroking it.

I had indeed lost some weight over the last few months, having had a reason to look halfway good for the first time in a long time, and I was happy she had noticed.

"I liked the way you looked before, obviously" Becky said, "but you look even better now. Just don't you lose anything off this plump boy" she playfully admonished me as she went back to enthusiastically pulling my cock, just before taking me into her mouth. "I dream about your beautiful cock all the time."

With that Becky's full lips spiraled down my cock, tongue swirling around the crown as she pumped the shaft before diving down again. It was all too brief a time before I felt myself exploding into Becky's mouth, feeling her hungrily swallowing each blast of seed and trying to drain me of every remaining drop of semen as her hand kneaded and milked my balls.

We lay wordlessly in each other's arms, enjoying the silence that engulfed us. From the distance, I heard a sound that I hadn't heard in so long, but had hoped to hear at some point in our stay. Becky's head lifted up off my chest as she heard the wail.

"What is that?" Becky asked. "Sounds like a cat. What the hell is a cat doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"It's a loon" I explained. "Loons used to always nest down at the far end of the pond. I guess they still do judging by the sound. They make all sorts of different calls."

"Amazing and eerie too" was all that Becky could say, and I had to agree. We fell asleep in each other's arms while listening as the loons continued warbling into the night.

chapter seven to follow

Thank you SO much for your support, comments, votes and especially for taking the time to read this.



Remembering Becky Ch. 07



Thanks again for making this story easier to write than I had thought it would be, due mostly to your enthusiastic responses, generous voting and many words of encouragement.

Chapter seven finds Becky and David exploring new territories...

*

We slept surprisingly well in the tent, although Becky's first middle of the night foray into navigating to the outhouse with the lantern proved an experience for her, although she initially declined to elaborate. I later learned that someone from the adjoining campsite was coming out when Becky was headed for the door, providing a rude awakening for both of them.

After a breakfast of campfire toast, granola bars and coffee. we enjoyed another beautiful warm and sunny day. We rented a canoe and explored the island in the middle of the pond, a mysterious place that I had always found to be enjoyable. I found it fascinating how such a small and hilly chunk of land could have so many points of interest. Becky was fascinated at the difference between the grassy side of the island which faced our campsite, and the opposite side of the island, which ended in a sheer rockface about fifty feet above the water.

Becky wanted to dive off of it, or at least claimed that she wanted to, which was most likely a bluff designed only to scare me. Who knew what was waiting underneath the surface there? After getting back in the canoe we spent a long time playing hide and seek with a loon. Becky got to see one fairly close up as we floated to within about twenty feet of one several times before it would dive underwater again, only to resurface twice the distance away and floating off in another direction.

"God, loons are so beautiful" Becky said as we tried to quietly paddle nearer only to have the loon dive down again. "Too bad we can't get really close to it."

"I think the loon is telling us exactly how close he wants us to get" I suggested. "We might think we're playing with him, but it's really the other way around. Besides, the elusiveness is part of their beauty and mystery, I think. As long as we don't go near the shore where their nest is, it probably doesn't mind playing out here with us."

After an extended play time with the loon, it apparently got bored with us and took a mighty dive that propelled him an exceptionally long distance from us, which was the signal that the game was over. We contented overselves with another lazy circuit around the perimeter of the pond before finally returning the canoe to the swimming area and walking back to camp.

That night after dinner we got the fire raging again and enjoyed another beautiful evening under the stars. I cracked open a bottle of champagne that I had buried in the bottom of the cooler and we enjoyed the bubbly as we threw the last logs onto the fire.

"We'll have to get more wood for our last night Dave" Becky said, the nightly fire clearly becoming a high point of the experience for her.

"We won't be here tomorrow night, if the weather permits that is" I said while declining to elaborate. "And speaking of the weather, I wouldn't be surprised if we got stormed on tonight. I've never gotten away without getting rained on up here before, and the weather's been just too perfect so far."

I would have liked to been wrong, but I wasn't. At least Mother Nature was considerate enough to wait until we had made our final trip to the facility. We brushed our teeth and enjoyed a primitive bath in our makeshift sink before the first raindrops started to fall.

We quickly got into the tent with some liquid refreshments as the rain grew steadier and harder. The coals in the fire hissed loudly as the rain grew in intensity. My tent was fairly large, as it was billed as being for six people. I had always gotten a kick out of that claim, trying to figure out how you could ever jam six people into this tent and actually sleep. It was similar to trying to get the sixteen servings out of a half gallon of ice cream that the nutrition label suggests. Still, the tent was almost tall enough for us to stand up in, and served our needs well. Our main need at this point was to stay dry and it was doing fine in that regard, despite the deluge from above.

We sat on our bed in the faint light of the lantern and listened to the rain persistently beating on the roof of the tent. Becky looked over at me and smiled ever so sweetly, her hand roaming under the sheet.

"You know what the sound of the rain makes me feel Dave?" Becky asked shyly.

"Sleepy?" I offered innocently, knowing full well that was not the case.

"No, you turd" Becky said sharply. "Does this give you a hint?

As she peeled off her sweatshirt and kicked of her pants, I got the hint.

"Too bad there's no shower around here. I tried to take a bath in our little sink-bowl but I probably smell like a monkey" Becky said while sniffing her underarm.

"There's no way I could tell if you stink or not, because I smell the same as you do. Probably we both smell like smoke from sitting so close to the fire. I'll prove it to you" I said and with that leaned over and buried my face in her armpit, my tongue dancing lightly over the lush forest and extracting a squeal of delight from Becky as usual.

"You smell fine and you taste great too" I told Becky as we tore off our clothes and made love to the rhythm of the falling rain.

**

The next day at camp, which unfortunatly was our last full day, was spent lounging around and swimming off our little beach. To be honest, Becky swam and I was content to wade around near shore, even going so far as putting my lawn chair out into the water at one point and sitting in it with the water up to my neck while watching Becky.

Becky was wearing a bright lemon yellow one- piece bathing suit which made her look amazing. I had suggested we go down to the public beach but Becky made a face and pointed at the crimson curls peeking out from the crotch of the suit. There was only the tiniest wisps of hair visible but she was adamant, so we stayed around the campsite.

As the afternoon grew late, I announced that we would be going out to dinner, and as Becky got dressed in the tent I packed my backpack with the things we were going to need.

"We aren't going anyplace fancy I hope" Becky said as she emerged from the tent in sweats.

"No, what you're wearing now, that's perfect" I assured her. "If there's anything you are going to need before tomorrow morning, grab it now."

"Another David adventure looms on the horizon, I fear" Becky said ominously as she gathered up a couple of things before we headed out.

We drove down the long bumpy road and then over to Old Forge, the largest town in the area. We went to Slickers, a tavern painted a garish yellow, located right on Fourth Lake. We devoured a pizza, some chicken wings and beer, and enjoyed being back in civilization for a brief period of time.

It was getting close to six o'clock, and I encouraged Becky to use the rest room. "After all, when's the last time you got to flush a toilet?"

We drove back toward our campsite but after leaving the paved county highway and driving about halfway down the washboard road that led to the campground, I had Becky turn off into a small parking area which, to my chagrin, already had a car in it. We grabbed the backpack out of the trunk and I led Becky down a grassy trail.

"Black Bear Mt. 2.8 miles" Becky said while reading the sign at the trail entrance. "Are we going mountain climbing Dave?"

"I thought it would be a great idea to work off dinner, don't you agree? I asked. "Ever been mountain climbing before Becky?"

"Umm, Whiteface Mountain" Becky answered.

"Well, this is nowhere near as big a mountain as that one" I assured her.

"I was in a car that time Dave" Becky retorted. 

"If you'd rather not... " I suggested, offering her a way out while praying she wouldn't take it.

"You know best Dave" Becky said. "You've done a fantastic job on this trip so far so I leave my ass in your hands. You seem to be carrying a whole lot of stuff though."

"All part of the plan my dear" I said as the trail turned right and started the lazy incline that would lead us to the summit. Just then I looked ahead of us on the trail and grabbed Becky's arm to stop her.

Just ahead in a clearing, a deer was standing across the trail, about a hundred feet away from us. Seconds later, another came into view behind that one and they both stood staring back at us. Becky's face was full of awe and amazement as we walked slowly and quietly toward them on the trail.

We got to about twenty feet of them, almost close enough to touch them, or so it seemed. They looked at us, tilting their heads to the side almost in unison. They then decided to move on, doing little ballet leaps over the brush as they bounded off unhurriedly. We watched them as they departed, until they finally disappeared deep into the woods, the rustling and crackling sounds slowly fading as they left.

When I looked at Becky there were a few tears trickling down her smiling face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, enjoying what had obviously been a magical moment for her.

All Becky could do was nod and hug me for the longest time, as I felt the emotion charge through her. I knew how she felt, because it wasn't like watching a circus, or looking at deer at a petting zoo.

We moved on up the trail, which became a little steeper and rockier as we climbed higher. I had no doubt at all that Becky could handle this. Black Bear being only 2,488 feet in elevation meant this was only marginally a mountain. The climb was still a workout though, especially if you weren't used to it. Becky paused about halfway up and took off her sweats.

"Hope you don't mind, but I'm starting to get hot" Becky said as she tied the shirt around her waist and took off her pants which I stuck in the pack.

"No, I don't mind at all" I assured Becky, "but I insist you lead the way from here on."

"Why, so you can look at my ass all the way up?" Becky said impudently.

"What do you think?" I asked her, knowing full well that was exactly what I planned to do, now that she was down to a tank top and shorts.

Indeed, the sight up Becky's impossibly long and shapely legs in front of me inspired me to climb better, even though the pack was starting to weigh me down a little. Just watching those muscular thighs and calves rippling just before me as she climbed was more than enough to keep me going. 

We passed an older couple coming down as we neared the summit. They must have been well over sixty but were looking sprightly as we passed on the trail and exchanged greetings.

As they disappeared down the trail, Becky shook her head.

"Boy, I'm glad I didn't complain about the climb. They were old enough to be our parents" Becky said grinning.

In moments, after a bit of a scramble over bedrock we were on the summit, and while it was only a tiny mountain in the grand scheme of things, the view was spectacular, and even more so when you considered the relatively short climb to get there. From many painful past experiences I had learned that you could climb far bigger mountains for twice as long for a fraction of the visual payoff you got from the top of Black Bear.

Thankfully we were alone on the summit, and we had made it with still almost an hour of sunlight remaining. I pointed out to Becky the various points of interest, with Cascade Mountain, Seventh Lake, Raquette Lake and Blue Mountain all layed out around us, and she seemed fascinated as she took it all in.

"I can't believe how far you can see from up here" Becky remarked, as we watched the sun beginning to set. "Let me guess, are we staying up here tonight?"

"No way we could make it down before dark" I told her as I looked for a place away from the summit. "Well, actually we could get down if we really hustled. It's up to you. Staying up here overnight is just something I've always wanted to do from the first time I climbed this."

True to form, Becky embraced the idea and helped me find a place to set up our very basic camp, which consisted of a ground cover and a sleeping bag.

"What else you got in the bag Dave?" Becky asked as she emptied the backpack. "Hmmm... here's a flashlight. That'll be good in case it gets dark I guess. Candy... yum. A can of cashews and a two liter 7up."

"That's fortified with vodka" I informed her, and she gave a thumbs up to that news.

"I approve" Becky announced. "Now what do we do if one of us has an appendicitis attack in the middle of the night?"

"Good question," I admitted as I pulled out the little swiss army knife from my keychain and looked at it dubiously while holding it up for Becky's inspection. 

Satisfied with the emergency provisions, we relaxed on the makeshift bedding that we had set up on a bare patch of ground on a gentle incline facing the panoramic mountain view before us. 

That wasn't what I came up here for, however, and hoped that the skies would remain clear as night came fast to us on the summit. If Becky thought it was dark in the campground at night, well even I was amazed at how dark, dark could actually be. 

I lit a match and fired up the little votive candle which gave us a chance to at least see each other's faces. Behind us in the trees that grew along the slope of the mountain, we heard rustling and scraping noises.

"Um Dave, please explain the origin of those noises" Becky asked with her eyes bulging in mock terror, or perhaps semi-mock.

"There's probably a reason for this place being called Black Bear Mountain" I suggested. "Then again, it's probably some little nocturnal guy hunting around. Either way, I'm going to stay right here."

As the skies became blacker with each passing moment, the constellations became more and more obvious, and even at this modest elevation appeared to be so close you could touch them. Mercifully the skies remained clear as we reclined and absorbed the view. 

We had polished off the two liter cocktail and snacks, and I was just making sure that the flashlight was at hand if needed, when out of the corner of my eye I saw it. Becky had noticed it first and grabbed my shoulder as she gasped.

A minute later, we saw another streaking across the heavens. The Perseids meteor showers occur around the same time every year, and these conditions were excellent for viewing. We sat up watching and waiting while the show continued, as these shooting stars would sizzle across the sky. We eventually stopped pointing them out to each other and just sat enthralled.

It must have been around midnight when the clouds began coming in, which effectively ended our astronomical adventures. The night had been remarkably warm and relatively bug free so far, which made it exceptionally pleasant.

"Was that meteor shower part of your plan too?" Becky asked.

"Well, I knew it was the time of year for the Perseids to be visible, but it was just sheer luck that the clouds held off as long as they did" I told Becky.

Just then, I heard the unmistakable sound of thunder south in the distance. Faint at first, the sound grew louder as the thunder rolled north toward us, sounding like a bowling ball going down a phenomenally long alley.

"Is that part of your plan too, Davy boy?" Becky asked as the sound echoed around us.

No, this was absolutely not part of the plan. A storm was not part of the weather forecast, but that meant nothing in these parts. Thunder storms would pop up out of nowhere without warning and leave just as fast. As for us, I had no clue what we would do, because there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. This had the potential to get quite ugly, not to mention a little dangerous, as we were potential lightning rods up here.

Becky was not as concerned as I was, or if she was she didn't show it. The thought of getting drenched and sitting in the rain until the sun came up was not going to ruin Becky's night, so I was not surprised when Becky started peeling off her clothes as the rolling thunder intensified with such volume you could actually feel it. In the spirit of the event I joined her in undressing.

"Making love in a storm will be really awesome Dave" Becky said as she grabbed my cock, which was in the state of rising anyway.

Becky went down on my cock, sucking furiously while working my balls. Over her shoulder I saw a another flash of lightning and a few drops of rain began to fall. The storm seemed to be coming from the southwest and I prayed that it would stay west of us. The light and sound show was more than exciting enough for me.

Becky rolled on top and put me inside of her as the rain sprinkled down on us. The lightning was the only illumination as Becky continued to ride me, and I could see her flailing her arms in the air as the thunder bellowed around us. She seemed like a female Thor, as the heavens seemed to erupt in response to her wild gestures.

Becky then spun around on me so that she was facing the light show that had been going on over her shoulder. She continued grinding into me as she watched the skies come alive above us, periodically emitting yelps of delight, caused only partly because of me. I was content to hold her hips from behind as she gyrated.

Becky came first, howling into a particularly deafening thunderclap, and I followed her soon after. The sprinkle of rain had pretty much stopped by then, leaving us only slightly damp as the rolling thunder revue seemed to fade away.

"Ooooh that was so cool Dave" Becky said as we hugged each other. "Too bad we didn't really get a wicked one."

"That was more than fine the way it was, thank you very much" I answered. "I thought you were the one controlling the elements, the way you were waving around."

"I felt kinda like that" Becky said, as we put our clothes back on and got our bedding straightened out for the night ahead. "That was the most unbelievable experience ever. Thank you so much for showing me all of this Dave. It's a whole new world for me and I don't want this vacation to end."

"It doesn't ever have to end" I told Becky as we held each other.

**

We awoke very early in the morning soaked with the morning dew and finding the summit enveloped in a dense fog. We waited around for a brief time until the sun gradually burned off the fog, which enabled us to begin the descent off Black Bear. 

Upon our return to the car we made a short trip out to the main road and stopped at a little coffee shack in the village that made their own donuts. Since we looked as ratty as could be, we ate at the picnic table and tried to avoid being seen in our present condition.

After breakfast, we drove back to our tent at the campground and broke camp, very slowly and reluctantly. It was going to be another scorcher if the morning heat was any indication, and Becky mentioned how she would like to stay and swim all day.

"I've got a better idea" I announced, and after we checked out at the ranger's cabin, we drove to the trailhead of Cascade Lake, located on Big Moose Road. To my delight, the parking area was almost deserted despite the great weather, although perhaps it being Tuesday was a factor.

We packed some of the remaining snacks and Becky's bathing suit into my pack and headed down the trail. It was getting warm as it approached noon, and was promising to be yet another hot one, but the trail was mostly a gentle stroll through the woods with no climbing involved. We did the two miles to the one end of the lake in no time and surveyed the scene.

The were a couple of people camping at this end of the lake but I was more interested in the other end of the water so we continued on the trail that wound along to the right. This part of the trail was a little more difficult to hike, as it was not traveled as much, but Becky had no trouble at all climbing over and around the various obstacles we encountered.




Remembering Becky Ch. 07



How I loved Becky's willingness to give everything a try, and did it in such an enthusiastic manner. No matter what I suggested, Becky would tackle it, and with a wonderful attitude besides.

And as far as being able to keep up, let me just say that I was doing my best to keep up, with her that is. Time and time again during our vacation she would show her incredible athleticism and strength during these various adventures, leaving me scrambling to stay with her without making it look like I was having to try. Nothing we had done had been incredibly difficult, but the last few days had not been filled with activities for the dainty, or the more high maintenance type of woman.

We came across the little waterfall, which was flowing a little more than usual due to the rain we had a couple of nights ago. Not Niagara Falls for sure, but a charming little thirty foot waterfall nonetheless. 

We backtracked and bushwhacked a bit until we reached a little beach area on the end of the lake, which was deserted as I had expected. The people at the other end of the lake were totally out of sight and mind as I unpacked the pack and handed Becky her bathing suit.

"I don't need that way back here, do I Dave?" Becky asked as she looked around us. "What's the chances of somebody else coming way back here?"

"I don't know Becky" I admitted. "This is a really popular trail, and I came back here so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable in your bathing suit."

"If you can stand to look, I think I'll try it without the suit" Becky said while beginning to disrobe. "The suit's a little funky and damp still, and I love skinny dipping. How 'bout you buddy?" Becky asked as I very tentatively started stripping, while still fully intending to keep my shorts on.

"What if somebody comes along?" I asked. "You wouldn't wear the suit to the swimming area back at camp because your pubes were sticking out. What will you do if you're naked and somebody waltzes by?"

"Give them a look they'll never forget, I guess" Becky said with a wink as she waded into the water. "Ooooh this is nice, and it doesn't get too deep too fast either. Nice sandy bottom too. I gotta give you swimming lessons so you have more confidence, Dave, 'cause you don't know what you're missing." 

"Okay, but we'll do the lessons someplace a little more safe and civilized" I said, while I watched Becky walk out about fifty feet before the water got up to her neck. After deciding to join Becky naked, I shed the shorts and waddled out to join her, which elicted applause and whistles from my sweetie. 

The water did feel cool and refreshing after the hike, and I stood about chest deep in the water as my dolphin buddy made like Esther Williams. She was a fantastic swimmer, and while I feared what would happen if she ever got a cramp or something way out there, it was breathtaking to watch her glide through the water so effortlessly.

I was so hypnotized watching Becky that when she swam back toward me after a few more minutes and I saw her laughing, I was completely unaware as to why. Becky happily clued me in.

"Guess you were right Dave" Becky said while gesturing with her head. "This is a popular place."

I turned around with great reluctance and saw a couple on the tiny shore where we had left our clothes. Becky waved to them as I prayed they would move on down the trail. When the male half of the couple asked how the water was, I knew my prayers were not going to be answered.

"Water's great and clothing's optional!" Becky yelled to who were obviously going to be our companions. I cringed at Becky's mention of clothing, or lack thereof, although our underwear laying on top of clothes might have given it away as well. I was perfectly happy to stay where I was until they left.

This couple were going to go it without clothes as well, and as they waded out to join us, I took the opportunity to check them out. They seemed to be about ten years our juniors, thirty somethings age-wise, granola munching types by appearance. I was grateful that the guy had a normal sized dong on him as I made the one and only observation in that area I intended to make, before checking out his female companion.

She was an attractive woman with curly black hair, a little on the slight side with a pair of cute banana tits that swayed as they joined us. She had an incredibly big and thick bush on her too, I observed, before it disappeared in the water.

They introduced themselves as Morris and Lisa, who were teachers at SUNY Oneonta, a college about a hundred miles from here. I was surprised at how comfortable Becky was standing there naked in water up to her waist, in strict contrast to my discomfort.

What was turning me on was the way this Morris guy was checking Becky out as she stood there talking mostly to this Lisa. Morris really got a eyeful when Becky reached up and pulled her dripping hair back off her shoulders, exposing those gloriously hairy armpits to the two of them without a trance of self-consciousness. Becky was surprising me once again.

While the sight of Becky's natural glory was not lost on Morris, it was Lisa that was confusing me. She seemed to be as interested in Becky as this Morris was, and that was saying something. It had to be my imagination, or the typical male engaging in fantasy, but she seemed to be really taken by Becky.

Naturally the sight of this little interplay disgusted me so much that I had a raging erection in no time. I was busy trying to watch the two ladies while Morris kept attempting to engage me in conversation. Becky was more than a head taller than Lisa, and my mind raced with thoughts of them together.

The two women went swimming further out in deeper waters, since it was obvious they were far more accomplished swimmers than I was, or Morris either for that matter. That left me with Morris and my erection, which I hoped would abate so I could get back on land for a badly needed drink.

I headed to shore, with Morris still by my side chattering away. I pulled my towel out of the pack and dried my face. Morris was still talking but I noticed that he was paying an inordinate amount of attention to my crotch. While I had been initially happy that I had maintained enough arousal down there to present a decent enough package despite the cool water, his constant gazing was giving me the creeps.

I sat on my shorts and tried to cover myself with the towel as I sun-dried. Becky and Lisa were still out toward the middle of the lake swimming and giggling, and I wanted to risk everything by going out to join them, preferring to take the chance of drowning to having Morris keep trying to gawk at my dick.

"Becky, is she your wife?" Morris asked while standing in the way of my watching the girls frolocking, his limp uncircumsized pecker wiggling as he dried his hair.

"Uh no, we're just together" I managed while looking around him.

"Becky, she's a whole lot of woman" Morris said. "That's not a insult man, don't take that wrong Dave, just the opposite. I mean, I just think she's an amazing looking woman, just incredible looking. You're a lucky man."

"I know" I answered as the two nymphs stopped swimming and began slowly wading to shore, much to my delight and relief. "Lisa's very attractive too."

"Yeah, I agree. I guess we're both lucky. Do you two have an open relationship Dave?" Morris asked. "The reason I ask is that Lisa and I, well... we like to get together with other couples. We're both very open minded sexually."

"Um, no." I stammered. "I'm not, but I can't really speak for Becky."

"Cool" Morris said simply, as we were rejoined by Becky and Lisa.

Lisa took it upon herself to pick leaves and things off Becky's back and thighs, and then finally just taking the towel and drying her back for her. Becky accommodated Lisa by holding her hair up and letting her do a better job, while watching me for my reaction.

I was busy trying to hide my reaction with my crossed legs and cupped hands, as my erection had returned in all its glory. I threatened to lose my load then and there when Lisa suddenly began working the towel under Becky's arms from behind. If a breeze had happened to hit my prick at that moment I would have come for sure.

I began looking through my pack for something, anything to keep my mind busy. When I glanced over I could see that the drying show was not lost on Morris, who had a half a hard-on himself. This whole thing was a really weird combination of excitement and fear, and I was actually happy when we finally all got dressed and headed back to the trailhead.

It was about an hour and a half hike back, and I found Morris and Lisa much more interesting and less threatening dressed, and the walk back from Cascade Lake to the car was very pleasant.

Back in the car we parted company with our acquaintances and headed home, our vacation together now all but over. I drove, and avoided talking about what had happened back at the lake. Becky had only made a brief reference to it herself, but I was pretty sure we would talk about it eventually. I was a lot braver now that we were safely away, but that vision of Becky and Lisa would not leave my mind. I fantasized about the possibilities all the way home, sans Morris that is.

Arriving home around suppertime, we unpacked the camping gear and stashed it in my storage unit. I looked at the pile of grubby clothes and knew what my first job would be tomorrow.

"You don't mind if I stay here tonight, do you Dave?" Becky asked. 

"Great!" I said, excited by this unexpected bonus.

"I can't wait another second to take a shower" Becky announced, and I could not have agreed more. While Becky hit the shower, I tossed a frozen pizza in the oven and put stuff away. After Becky came out I showered, and washing away the grime of the vacation felt so good that I didn't mind the lack of hot water at the end.

After eating, Becky and I went to bed, exhausted by a very eventful day but not too tired to talk. Becky wore only panties to bed, and I realized suddenly that I wasn't as tired as I first thought.

"So, what did you think of Morris and Lisa?" Becky asked, while laying on her side facing me, her hand softly rubbing my shoulder.

"Hmmmm, they were very... interesting" I offered.

"Morris certainly seemed interested in you Dave" Becky said smiling.

"Yeah, lucky me, but he was really interested in you also" I informed Becky.

"Not my type," Becky said, "and not your type either, I gather" Becky said with a laugh.

"No, definitely not my type" I told Becky. "He did tell me that they were a very open minded couple and wanted to know if we were too."

"Oh, he asked you too then?" Becky asked with interest.

"Yeah, while you and Lisa were swimming he asked me and I told him I wasn't interested in that sort of thing but he could ask you if he wanted, which apparently he did" I told her.

"You did?" Becky asked sounding somewhat shocked.

"Well, I don't own you or anything" I said.

"That's cool of you" Becky said. "Morris asked me if I wanted to get together with them some time, but I told him I had my hands full enough as it was with you."

"And Jerry" I added.

"I didn't get into all the details Dave" Becky responded. "Besides, like I told you, Morris wasn't my type. Now Lisa..." Becky said with her voice trailing away suggestively.

"Lisa was your type?" I said laughing.

"Oh yeah!" Becky said, and when I looked up I discovered I was the only one laughing.

"Huh?"

"Sure" Becky said while looking at me very strangely. "What's up with you? I am bi-sexual Dave, you know that. Uh... don't you?" Becky added, who was now looking as dazed as I was.

"No... I... I mean, I guess I never thought about it" I stuttered.

"God Dave, you confuse the hell out of me" Becky answered. "Sometimes I think you know everything about me and other times..., I don't know what I think. Does it matter to you that I'm bi?"

"No, I mean no, not in a bad way" I managed to blurt out. "Actually I think it's kind of erotic. If I have to share you with Jerry I might as well share you with Lisa too."

"No, I told her I was committed" Becky said chuckling. "She was my type though, and I could have sworn you were enjoying Lisa drying me off on the shore" Becky added slyly.

"When she rubbed under your arms with that towel I almost lost it completely" I admitted.

"Yeah, she was really interested" Becky said. "It's absolutely amazing that I've gone years with nobody going near them, and now all of a sudden I've got people lining up wanting to run their fingers through my armpit hair."

Becky slid her hand under the sheet and found my throbbing erection, running the tip of her finger over the crown which was oozing precum in response to our conversation.

"Davy likes this little talk we're having" Becky cooed while continuing to stroke me softly.

"Sure am" I admitted. "So tell me all about your type, and all that."

"Well, Lisa has the kind of body that turns me on" Becky said. "I'm guess that I'm attracted to the slender, waif-type girls, and she was a real cutie"

"Really, that's strange," I said, "because Lisa seemed the total opposite of you. You know, like Lisa had small breasts and a short and thin frame."

"Yeah, I guess opposites do attract" Becky offered. "Although she was a hairy lady too, as I'm quite sure you saw."

"Yes, I noticed that" I told Becky. "Lisa had one helluva big bush on her."

"Hair under her arms too" Becky answered.

"You're kidding!" I said in shock. "How the hell did I miss that?"

"I don't know Dave, you must be slipping" Becky said. "Uh-oh. Are you going to cum?" Becky asked, stopping the insistent rubbing that, combined with the conversation had me poised on the brink, I admitted.

"Okay, then just listen" Becky said with mock sterness. "When you guys went back to shore we were talking and I knew she was checking me out. Out of the blue she told me how much she loved the hair under my arms and then she showed me her armpits. She only had a little hair there, so that's probably why you didn't notice."

"Still, I'm embarassed to have missed it" I said scolding myself.

"Anyway, she said she couldn't believe how much hair I had under my arms and how sexy it was" Becky said. "I finally figured out Lisa was interested in me when she then told me she'd like to try and braid my armpits with her tongue."

A groan was all I could manage at this point, as Becky toyed with my nipple while I stayed on my back and fought the urge to cum.

"She was only just flirting with me" Becky said. "I was flirting a little back too, but that was all. Her hands were really busy under the water though. She was groping my boobs out there and feeling me up like crazy."

"Holy shit! Did you grope back?" I grunted out.

"Oh, I'll admit that I squeezed those little titties of Lisa's a couple of times, just to be sociable," Becky said, "but I made it clear to her that I had a man that took really good care of me, don't I Dave?"

"I'm not going to last very long at all Becky" I admitted with dismay, as I started to mount her.

"Just give me ten seconds babe" Becky said, her eyes wide with desire. "I'm ready to come myself" she said while taking her hand from her dripping pussy.

I gave her the ten seconds she desired, and maybe twenty more before I shot what felt like a quart of cum into her in what seemed like a never ending series of blasts.

We fell asleep soon after, putting an incredible end to the best vacation imaginable. 

* * * * *

chapter eight brings us close to the end, as winter and holidays arrive.

Thank you to everyone for reading and commenting.



Remembering Becky Ch. 08



Thanks for following along so far. 

This chapter deals with a part of Becky and David's relationship which has struck a definite chord with a great number of readers, judging by the incredible number of anonymous comments I have gotten. Thanks for them all, and there's no real need to be shy about what you like either. We're all friends here.

As the story nears its conclusion, Becky and David keep rolling merrily along...

*

The months flew past, and summer soon turned to fall, which became winter in the blink of an eye. In the meantime, my love for Becky kept on growing as did Becky's love for me. At least that's what she said, but there was still Jerry lurking out there somewhere.

As for me, the relationship with Becky had done me nothing but good. I had lost the extra weight I had been carrying around and was looking, if not really good, at least respectable. I had managed to get a car as well. While not a good one by any stretch of the imagination, what a six year old Neon can do for one's self esteem was more than you can imagine. Walk around everywhere you go for a couple of years if you don't understand.

Many times I would sit around the house with the kids during the "Jerry" weekends, or be driving around with them and was tempted to go spy on them just to see what this guy was all about. What he looked like, and what Becky was like when she was with him. I never did though, no matter how many times I wanted to. The sharing was painful at times, but I had to let Becky do this her way. I thought that I had made a lot of progress, and had to just keep plugging away.

Christmas rolled around, and Becky was going to spend the Saturday before Christmas with me. I made it a point to do it up in a major way, and bought a little turkey and the trimmings and made another grand production, much like our first date had been.

Becky arrived at my door wearing a Santa hat. making her look more adorable than ever. This dinner was far less nerve racking than our first one was, but in Becky's words, no less yummy.

After dinner, we sat around my Christmas tree to exchange gifts. My "tree" was actually a little potted evergreen twig about a foot tall, that Becky had given me earlier that week. She insisted that I needed something to make the place more cheerful during the holidays, and as usual, she was right.

We had agreed to exchange modest gifts for the holiday, given our equally modest financial conditions, but I was unable to hold up my end of the deal. I handed Becky the box her present was in, and enjoyed watching her unwrap the box.

Inside the box was a cereal box, and after she opened that she came across a french bread pizza box. On and on it went, to my amusement, as Becky kept opening smaller boxes.

"I hope I get royalities on this idea" Becky chuckled, as she kept opening boxes. This was a tribute to the candy she had given me at work in our beginnings, when I had to go through similar hoops for a hershey kiss.

"You've taught me everything I know" I assured her as I watched her near the end.

When she got to the last box and opened it up, the look in her eyes was well worth the payments I would be making for the next year. Becky held the diamond heart necklace up and watched it twinkle and sparkle. I know that it sounds like one of those corny commercials, except if you were there.

I helped Becky put it on and watched her face light up as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. I think her eyes were welling up with emotion, but I couldn't be sure because I had something in my eye at the time myself.

"It's beautiful" Becky managed finally, looking at me looking at us in the mirror. "You cheated on the agreement."

"Guilty" I said. "If you want, we can go to the store tomorrow and exchange it for something else. like a ring maybe? Tomorrow or any other day you want Becky."

Becky smiled as she admired the necklace. "I'll enjoy this for now David, this is enough for me to handle for now. It's been so long since I've been given anything so... "

Becky's voice trailed away as she became too choked up to speak, but I understood what she meant. Becky understood what I meant as well. That was as much of a proposal that I could manage at this point, but it was out there, which was all I cared about.

We managed to go back to the living room eventually so I could open my gift. My present was in a shirt box, but was heavy.

"I feel cheesy only giving you this now" Becky said.

"You were a woman of your word my dear" I told Becky. "I, on the other hand, have no problem reneging on my word if it results in making you happy. I live for that incredible smile of yours."

Becky responded in character with a goofy grin while contorting her face in the most gruesome way possible while I unwrapped the present. 

On top was a big curly tie. Well, a tie that had Curly of the Three Stooges on it from top to bottom. It looked positively hilarious as I tried it on. Although I rarely wore ties to work, I pledged that I would wear it on the first day back after the holiday. 

"A tie like this will provide the dignity that a person in my position deserves" I offered while strking as dignified a pose that one could manage while wearing a t-shirt with a Curly tie.

"Think anybody at work knows about us?" Becky asked. This was a question that I had often posed to myself over the last eight months.

While we rarely crossed paths on the job, we still shared the occassional lunch in the cafeteria. And while we tried to keep it professional at all times, much more for Becky's sake than mine, I'm sure that some people were aware something was going on. As Becky often told me, I could never make it as a poker player with my inablity to hide my feelings. 

One of my co-workers, a friend of mine, did know. As for the others, most probably did not care, at least that's what I hoped. As long as the upper management did what they were best at, which was staying clueless, all would be fine, I assured Becky.

Back to my present we went, and underneath the tie was a book, which I opened with glee.

"I didn't see this in your bookcase" Becky said. "Are you familiar with it?"

"Familiar with 'The Joy of Sex'?" I asked. "I have been for almost a year now."

"I mean the book, you turd" Becky admonished.

"Yes I am familiar" I told her. "I used to have this in my previous life but I lost custody of it when we divorced, and up until you came along I didn't need it. I'm trying to imagine what she could be doing with it now but I'm drawing a blank. Probably a door stop or a plant holder"

"I figured you would have had this book," Becky said, "given the drawings of the woman."

Actually I had forgotten about the drawings of the woman depicted in the many illustrations throughout the book, which presented the female in all of her natural glory. In fact, the author had extolled the virtues of women leaving their body hair unshorn every chance he got in the volume.

"Ah yes" I exclaimed. "I remember now. I remember giving the book to my ex and showing her the pictures, and can still recall the revulsion in her eyes as she recoiled in shock."

"Well, Dr. Comfort has a lot of interesting information in here" Becky assured me. "I look forward to using this book extensively, and experimenting every chance we get. Some of these positions look verrrry interesting, Davy me boy" Becky purred.

I cannot imagine a gift that I would have rather received more. A book about sex from the most beautiful woman on earth who wants to try out every position described? Life is very good indeed.

"Well, I hope I'm up to it" I said.

"You always are" Becky assured me while she climbed all over me. I tried meekly to hold her off but hey, as you know by now the lady is no cream puff, and I'm not embarrassed to say that I was soon at her mercy.

**

Later that evening we were in bed reading, when I discovered a new way to get aroused, which was reading 'The Joy of Sex' with Becky. We took turns reading and were doing well until we began bogging down when we hit the cassolette section, when we decided to get naked. I turned up the heat in the room as the winter winds howled outside, providing sound effects as well as what had to be near zero temperatures.

"Cassolette!" Becky announced.

"Ah, the natural perfume of a woman's scent" I exclaimed, while proceeding to explore each area as Becky read.

"Dr. Comfort says that women have the keener sense of smell, but men respond to smell more as an attractant" Becky informed me, while I inhaled the exotic aroma eminating from her crimson pubes.

"Mmmmm... can't talk... too busy responding" I mumbled while my nose slid up and down the moist opening of her womanhood, feeling Becky shudder as I glided up and down as slowly as I could.

"He says that many women shave their armpit hair, but... uh-oh" Becky said, as I took my cue and began slowly moving back up her body.

"If you'd rather I didn't... " I offered, but since Becky lifted her right arm and put her hand behind her head, while holding the sizable book as best she could with her left, I got my answer. So with that I continued my way upward, nibbling my way up her treasure trail.

"Where was I...? Becky asked herself. "Okay, he says that many women shave their armpit hair, well no kidding doc, mainly because they are conditioned by the idea that hairlessness is sexy. Right on doc! He says that opinions are divided on that and says fashion dictates that armpits should be bare, but in his opinion, ah-ha, shaving is simply ignorant vandalism. Hear that buddy? There you go Dav... arrgh..."

Becky lost her place again as my tongue began gliding through the fine, slightly scented hair, kissing softly amd enjoying Becky beginning to writhe under my oral caresses.

"I agree with the good doctor" I said before continuing my leisurely journey through Becky's delightfully furry underarm, while Becky struggled to hold the book and continue reading. I began taking hair between my lips and pulling upward before diving back in and nibbling some more.

I heard the book softly tumble off the side of the bed as my lips traveled up the inside of her arm to her bicep, before reversing field and retracing my path back through the lush forest. By now, Becky's head was deep into the pillow while the rest of her upper body was starting to arch into the air, almost levitating off the bed. Her eyes were bulging and she was making gurgling noises as she teetered seemingly on the brink of orgasm.

I continued my teasing oral assualt on Becky's astonishingly sensitive underarm while holding her violated limb down over her head with my hand. My other hand ran slowly over her breasts, plucking at the impossibly swollen nipples, before heading down on its way toward her mons pubis. I was hoping to be able to provide the manual impetus needed to mercifully push Becky over the edge.

Becky grabbed my wandering hand savagely by the wrist, stopping me in my tracks. That was obviously not wanted, I quickly surmised. She wanted to cum without that.

She did moments later after I continued my tongue lashing, her body ultimately convulsing in a series of wild thrashings and screams that were probably almost as pleasurable to me to view as they were to Becky herself. As her body gradually calmed down, I put my head on her still heaving bosom and listened to her heart pound away. It was a few minutes before Becky was able to speak.

"I knew you could make me come without touching the old grotto" Becky gasped while running her hand through my hair. "I thought I could have come the first time you did that without help that time too, remember that?"

"Vaguely" I recalled, knowing I was fully capable of being able to recall every moment I had ever touched her anywhere, anytime.

"You haven't ventured in these parts in a long time" Becky said. "I thought maybe you had lost interest in the area."

"No way" I responded. "It's just that you have so many fun areas to play with that I want to make sure I give them all some attention. I love your underarms, but I'm not obsessed with them anymore than I am with the rest of you."

"Well, I owe it all to you" Becky said. "I had no idea that I was that so turned on by that. Maybe there's a chapter in here on women who can come when their guy licks their armpits" Becky suggested while reaching for the book.

"By the by, did you achieve your pinnacle of penile passion that time Dave?" Becky asked while looking for the place in the book we had left off at. "I remember you lost it that other time."

"Not that time Beck" I told her, while shifting off the little stain I had created during that episode. "I dribbled but didn't shoot."

"Well we have to take care of that!" Becky announced. "Ah-ha! Here we are!"

**

"Never heard of it!" Becky announced, as she struggled for the right pronouncation. "Axillary intercourse? That sounds like it would be right up your alley Dave."

"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that" I told Becky sternly. "You might be offended by that kind of thing, because it sounds really kinky" I said.

"Yeah you're right, let's see what else the doc had up his sleeve here" Becky said while flipping the pages ahead.

"Of course, if you insist..., " I said, "I wouldn't want you to feel bad, Becky, and if it would make you happy I guess we could try it."

Becky put the book aside and began to position herself at an angle across my lower half facing me, trying to get my cock in line with her underarm. My cock started to come alive at the thought of this new experience. Becky took my half-hard member in her hand and wiggled it.

"Hmmm, he doesn't look like he wants to go in there. He's probably scared of going into the forest alone, poor fella" Becky said sadly, before lifting her arm and rubbing my cock head slowly and gently through the lush spray of silky hair.

"Oh my!" Becky exclaimed as my cock stiffened immediately at the incredible sight before me, and I turned away before I lost it before we even began.

"Can't look" I grunted, shielding my eyes with my arm.

"Too bad Dave, that's why I picked this position" Becky said, as I felt my cock become enveloped by her warm moist armpit. "The doc has some kind of position described where you just stick it under my arm while you're kneeling beside me. Can't look at each other that way, can we Dave, and that's half the fun."

I looked at the ceiling and felt the pressure of Becky's arm squeezing my prick. The feeling? To be honest, it was a little disappointing. I had expected more and was not feeling the sensations I had expected.

"How's this feel Dave? Becky asked.

"Good" I said. "How is it for you?"

"It's not as good as your tongue, but it'll do" Becky said.

Becky continued to slide up and down on me, and I was getting ready to tell her to save her energy, because there was no way I would be able to cum at this rate.

I lifted my upper torso by getting up on my elbows. When I looked down, well, let's just say everything changed a whole lot, and for the better. 

I looked down as my cock head slid in and out of Becky's armpit, while she smiled and looked up at me. Watching this was a different thing all together. The brilliant black cherry colored hair peeking out from under her clenched arm was an exhilarating sight in itself, and feeling the hair caressing the helmet of my dick as it rhymically exploded in and out was incredibly exciting. I could feel the hair envelop and caress the sensitive head of my cock so much more intensely while watching it happen.

"Oh man, that is so beautiful" I said in awe of what was going on. Becky was smiling as she pumped away while looking down at the cock popping out.

"He's dripping a little bit Dave honey" Becky said. "I think he likes it. I wonder if the hair makes it feel better?" Becky wondered aloud while dabbing with her tongue at the precum on the tip of my cock when it would emerge.

"Don't know" I said fitfully, not wanting to cum and trying to make this last as long as I could.

"I kind of like the way your cock appears out of all the hair and then disappears again" Becky said. "Boy Dave, I am really one hairy chick, aren't I? I've got more hair under my arms than you do."

"Argh... it's beautiful to me Becky."

"Maybe I should shave this spring Dave? Becky asked. "What do you think babe?"

"Don't care" I said, while still watching and enjoying, but in control for the time being. "I love you regardless. But if you decide to shave, do me a favor."

"What's that Dave, do you want to watch, you kinky devil? Want to watch me shave my armpits?" Becky asked in a husky voice and for the first time I noticed that Becky had raised her right leg by putting her foot on the bed. Becky's free hand was busy working around her pussy as she spoke.

"No, I want to do it myself" I told her. "I want to be the one to shave those hairy armpits of yours, Becky. How would you like that? That way I could see right away what it's like to lick them and fuck them when they're smooth. Maybe your underarms would be more sensitive smooth, think about that. That's scary. Maybe you'd have an orgasm when I shaved them too. I could rub the shaving gel in nice and slow, and take my time gliding the razor through all that hair..."

"Mrgh... Dave..., I... oh... arrrgh..." was all that Becky managed to get out before she came, and I enjoyed watching her get herself off as her fingers danced inside of her. Becky finally looked up at me with a dazed expression, her eyes glazed while she shook her head.

"Oh Dave, sometimes I think you could make me orgasm just by talking" Becky said with a chuckle while resuming the massaging of my cock under her arm. "C'mon babe, I want to watch you come. I want to watch that big fat cock of yours explode all over both of us."

Becky began rocking up and down on my member in earnest, and I felt the beginning of a great orgasm building rapidly.

"DAVE!" Becky practically screamed. "Please keep your eyes open! Don't close your eyes when you come like you usually do! Watch yourself cum!"

I forced myself to keep my eyes open as Becky demanded, not even realizing before this that I probably did usually close my eyes. This time when I began to come, I clearly saw the first thick jet of milky white seed spurt out of my cock toward me, landing on my stomach and chest.

As the next few blasts erupted from my cock, Becky reached around with her free hand and grabbed the base of the shaft, and began rubbing the crown of my member through the hair under her arm. I felt like I had stuck my foot in a light socket as a bizarre and intense feeling seemed to race up my body like an electric shock.

I watched in disbelief as another blast of cum erupted from somewhere beyond my comprehension. Sperm seemed to be spraying all over the place, drenching her armpit and landing all over the side of Becky's face and hair as she cackled madly, obviously in as much shock as I was over all this.

The cum stopped but I felt my cock continue to spasm as the feelings of orgasm continued non-stop. I remember screaming at Becky to stop as it was becoming almost painful, finally resorting to grabbing Becky's hand and pressing it down with mine until the seizures stopped.

I went into the fetal position and held myself, almost scared at the intensity of what I had just experienced, until finally just laughing uncontrollably as Becky hugged me.

"What the hell was that all about?" Becky said between nervous giggles.

"I have no idea" I admitted. "I never felt anything like that before. That was way beyond description."

"I thought you were having some kind of an out of body experience or something" Becky confessed while pausing to wipe the semen dripping down her cheek.

"I can't believe I stopped you Becky and I wish now I hadn't," I said, "but I was actually getting scared there for a minute. I couldn't catch my breath and it felt so good it almost hurt. In fact my balls are still tingling... they have a slight hollow and aching feeling to them now."




Remembering Becky Ch. 08



"That's an interesting concept, the never-ending cum" Becky thought aloud. "People who have trouble orgasming would kill for the chance, I suppose, but what would happen if you started cumming and couldn't stop? Compare that to hiccups! Better yet, try calling in sick to work with that excuse, or trying to hold the phone as you do."

"That was close enough for me" I told Becky, while snuggling close to my semen-drenched amazon. "It was really an unbelievable experience honey. I really love my book so far, and besides, we've only gotten through the first part."

***

Thank you for reading and I appreciate greatly all the comments and support you have provided. Thanks also to the inspiration provided by Dr. Alex Comfort, whose wonderful book 'The Joy of Sex', was the impetus for that most incredible evening. 

I hope you will rejoin me for the final chapter which will follow soon.



Remembering Becky Ch. 09



For those who have been with me all the way, I am most grateful for your very kind words and encouragement. It would not have been possible to get through this without you.

If you haven't read it up to now, it would help you to please give the preceding chapters a look first, as nothing will make much sense otherwise. 

For those interested in a sexually oriented story, please visit some of the earlier chapters, as there is no sex in this final offering. All this chapter is, is the end. 

*

That winter was a particularly nasty one as they go in these parts, and that's saying something. Snow seemed to fall nearly everyday, and the temperatures were bitterly cold. The only bright spots were my times with Becky. When I was with her I was oblivious to the elements, and just about everything else.

Valentine's Day came, and I brought up the idea of marriage again to Becky. While she managed to dance around the subject again, that time she seemed to be more receptive to the idea becoming a reality at some point in time. That ray of hope alone was enough to keep me warm at night.

March arrived, and with it came an absolutely ferocious storm that began early while I was coming in to work. As the day went on you couldn't see five feet out the windows as the snow came down relentlessly. I had taken the bus to work as usual, since parking was a real problem downtown even under the best of conditions. Snow merely made a bad situation worse. 

Quitting time finally rolled around and I got on the elevator for the slow trek home, and was most delighted that Becky was on it when I hopped aboard. Unfortunately there were other people on there with us which prevented me from attacking her, as I would do when we found ourselves on one alone. 

Becky took the opportunity to make faces at me when no one was looking, which made me giggle and probably confirmed my status as a total idiot to our unsuspecting fellow passengers.

I got to walk out with Becky into the storm, which was far worse than it looked from behind the glass. The wind was making the snow fall sideways, and the wind chill had to be at least thirty below. Knowing that the buses would be running late, I walked Becky down to her parking space and helped her clean off her car, which had almost a foot of snow on it.

"Sir Galahad, you're so thoughtful" Becky yelled into the gale as I brushed the snow off her headlights. "Want a ride home Davy me lad?"

Taking me home would take Becky a considerable distance out of her way, and I hated to see her driving in this weather at all. The thought of making her commute even longer was out of the question.

"I've got a better idea!" I said as the wind threatened to take my breath away. "Why don't you come to my place and stay there tonight? It's a helluva lot closer!"

"No clothes!" Becky screamed while getting a windblown mouthful of snow in the process.

"We could wash what you're wearing in the laundry room" I suggested, trying to shield her from the wind, which threatened to sweep us away at any minute.

"And show up at work tomorrow wearing what I wore today?" Becky said. "I think the cat would be out of the bag around here if I did that. Besides, Kelly's calling me tonight so I have to be there when she calls, that is if I get there in time in this mess."

Becky's daughter was coming home for Easter and was going to let her know when she would be flying in, so I knew how important that was to her.

"Alright, be careful" I told Becky, and gave her a little kiss after checking to see that no one was around. Just a tiny peck shared between two people with cold noses and chattering teeth, and Becky got in the car and drove off.

My bus ride was interminable, with the bus was so crowded to the gills it took forever for people to squirm out when it was their stop. Combined with the road conditions, it made the usual half hour ride take almost two hours.

Home at last, I tried to call Becky to tell her of the horrors of my commute, but discovered the phone was dead. The cable service was out as well, so I watched a movie on the VCR, grateful that at least the power was still on.

I fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up in the morning, it was plain to see that I had lost power sometime during the night. I lit a candle to find my watch, and discovered that I was going to be late if I didn't step on it.

I hoped that the power had only gone off recently so that I would have enough hot water to take a shower. I did, just barely, and the bracing end of the shower reminded me of the ones I had taken with Becky.

Overcoming the many obstacles, I managed to leave the house at the usual time and stomped through the snow to the bus stop. The paper boy must have slept in, or didn't get his delivery yet, which meant I wouldn't have anything to read on the way down to work.

As it turned out it didn't much matter, as the bus was jam packed, which made reading impossible anyway. People that usually drove to work would always opt for the bus during bad weather, since the parking situation was impossible with the snow. I wished that Becky lived on a bus route, so she would have the option of not driving, but that was the price she paid for living in the sticks.

I arrived at work only a little late, which was more than most of my co-workers could say. The place was very quiet, and the people that were there seemed very sullen. Over in the corner there was a girl from another unit crying, and for a moment I was afraid that the long-rumored layoffs had begun. Just what the morale of this place needed was a thinning of the herd, I figured glumly as I turned on my computer.

While I waited for the thing to kick on, I saw my only real friend in the place approach my desk. I started to give him our usual greeting, which was the HELLLOOOO! from the Seinfeld episode with the talking belly button, but caught myself when I saw his ashen face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in a quivering voice before his mouth fell open. "Oh God, didn't you watch the news? Don't you know what... Shit!" 

I had stood up at this point, totally confused, as he took my arm and hustled me into the men's room, which was empty.

"God, I can't believe you don't know" he said while starting to choke up. "I don't want to be the one to tell you this man, this just isn't fair."

He did eventually tell me. I don't really remember much after that. I remember feeling like a trap door had just opened up beneath my feet, and I was falling, and falling fast. Feeling like I was suffocating and unable to breathe. I recall losing my breakfast in a failed attempt to reach the toilet. Everything else was just a blur.

**

Becky was dead. Driving home in that storm the evening before, she had apparently come around a curve near her home and lost control of her car. Not a lot, just enough to fishtail a bit and clip the blade of the snow plow traveling in the opposite direction, which caused her car to spin around and crash into a telephone pole. The blessing, so the authorities claimed, was that it was over in a second. Painless.

Maybe driving too fast, trying to get home in time to get the call from her daughter. Maybe a particularly slick part of the road. Who knows? Who cares at the point? All I knew was that Becky was gone, and my life was over too.

I got home that day, but I don't remember how. I do remember drinking when I did get home, a lot. I drank Becky's vile blue gin until I got sick, and then drank the rest, finally passing out eventually.

I was in limbo. Becky's kids were flying in from their respective colleges. They didn't know me from Adam. I had met her daughter Kelly once, but had never met her son. Becky's mother and ex-husband were taking care of the details. I didn't know either of them. I was... who the hell knows what I was, besides alone.

The service took place a couple of days later. I arrived early and stood at the front of the church, watching the people pour in. Most of the people from work were there, but I didn't see anyone that fit the part of "Jerry". Just as well, since I had no idea what I would say to the guy. 

Becky's daughter Kelly recognized me at the door, a beautiful young woman with her mom's red hair and creamy white complextion. Kelly introduced me to her brother Eric, who was just as I had imagined him from Becky's descriptions, a bohemian type with his mom's outgoing personality.

They both hugged me, and Eric patted me on the shoulder, smiling grimly through the pain.

"Mom really loved you David, you were all she ever talked about" Eric said. "I'm so glad she had someone like you."

He said some other things, kind and thoughtful things. I should have been the one consoling him and Kelly, instead of the other way around. I thanked him, and told them that they were the most important things in Becky's life, and how proud she was of them. It was all true and they knew it already, but I had to say it.

I couldn't bring myself to go into the church. Too much for me to handle, so I stayed outside and waited for the service to end and milled around with the crowd as they departed.

Becky was cremated which was in accordance with her wishes, which I was pleased about. I knew her mother was against it, but it got done, which was all that mattered. I don't know how Becky would have felt about the service which I heard was a bit much, but that was more for the ones left behind, not for Becky.

I went home afterward, not interested in hanging around with the other mourners and going to eat sandwiches at Becky's mom's house, and knew I wouldn't be able to hold in my emotions much longer anyway.

***

My kids are the only reason I'm here to tell this story, because I'm certain I would have killed myself without them being around. I didn't want to give them the idea that you take the easy way out when things get bad, but it sounded like a viable option at the time, I must admit.

One day a few weeks after the accident, I was going through some of my things in my storage shed at the apartment complex. A tree had come down on the roof of the shed over the winter, and had caused a lot of water damage. Most of the stuff was outdoor things like my camping stuff, so it didn't matter all that much. 

When I pulled my backpack out, I reached into it and found one of those cheap disposable cameras that I had taken with us on our camping trip last summer. I had completely forgotten about getting it developed.

I hustled down to the pharmacy and ordered every conceivable size of print imaginable from the the roll, and waited impatiently for the work to come back from the lab in a couple of days.

On the designated day I joyfully went to the store and handed over the receipt stub. The slack-jawed yokel behind the counter fumbled around for a few minutes, and then handed me the pouch.

"You're lucky, no charge" he said grinning like a jackass.

On the envelope was a note saying that the film had been damaged and the photos did not come out. Included were twenty four glossy black squares and the matching negatives.

What ensued were not some of my finer moments, beginning with me ripping the hapless cashier a new one, and finally ending with the manager threatening to call the police if I didn't leave.

During the next month I was not a very pleasant person to be around, especially at work. I snapped at people with little or no provocation, and it got so bad I got called into the head honcho's office where I got read the riot act. I didn't really give a shit but managed to bite my tongue and take it.

I was coming in late, leaving early and taking a lot of sick days. Since I had been pretty much a model employee up until this point, I had built up a lot of good will, but I sensed it was eroding fast. Liquid lunches were not helping much either, and more of the same for dinner only made me feel worse, while only dulling the pain for the moment.

The worst part was just holding it in all day at work. Everyone had gotten the chance to let it out after Becky's death and gone on with their lives, but I just held it in. I had a little conversation with my friend at work about it, but I felt uncomfortable doing so after keeping everything hidden for so long. It was like our life together was still our little secret, even though it didn't much matter now.

I was sitting in our corner of the cafeteria on a Friday, nursing a soda and scowling at everyone that looked to be in good spirits. I didn't feel like anybody else had a right to a happy life and resented the hell out of those who did.

The cafeteria was rather deserted that day, and then I remembered that there was a retirement party for one of the big cheeses upstairs. Nobody I knew except by sight, but it didn't matter either way because I was not in a party mood these days. My stomach was still sour from the binge of the previous night, and I sat there alone stretching out my lunch hour trying to figure out what to get at the liquor store tonight to get blind drunk with.

The cafeteria cashier was involved in an loud and animated conversation with someone at the register. I looked up to see what was going on and saw that she was talking with the woman from upstairs, the one that was retiring. Waters, or Winters or something like that. This place was so big that you didn't know half the people that worked here, especially those in other units. 

Our eyes met as she was walking toward the door and she headed over toward my table. I had only a nodding relationship with her, and so I had no idea what this was going to be about, and I certainly didn't want to chat with her. Last day? See ya! I had even less reason to be pleasant with her than everybody else, because she was going.

Still, I managed to get halfway out of my seat when she came over.

"Hi, I was looking for you" the woman said. "I wanted to catch you before I left."

"Oh, right" I managed to say while she helped herself and joined me at the table without an invitation. "You're outta here after today, congratulations" I offered meekly.

The woman, whose name still eluded me for whatever reason, settled in across the table from me. She was a little older than me, probably in her early or middle 50's. Short and thin, with short black hair cut in a sharp angular way, and dressed with a quiet elegant flair. I had heard rumors about her, but I was so far detached from that unit she might as well be from Mars.

"Yeah, thirty years is long enough" she said, while I searched my brain for her name. "You've been here quite a while yourself" she added.

I nodded as I picked at the label of the soda bottle.

"Hope you don't mind me butting in like this" she said. "I wanted to ask you something before I left."

"Shoot."

"You were a friend of Becky's, weren't you?" she asked. 

"Yes" I croaked meekly.

"Feel free to tell me to mind my own business, because sometimes I don't but should" she continued. "You and Becky... I have a hunch that you were more than friends though, weren't you?"

I struggled to keep my emotions from bubbling over but was losing that battle badly. Tears began trickling down my cheeks as I looked around in a panic, searching for a place to run and hide.

"I thought so. It's all right David, let it out" she suggested, while sliding one of those little packages of tissues across the table toward me.

It didn't much matter if I had her permission or not, because it was coming out regardless, and I simply had a meltdown right there in front of this virtual stranger. I jammed the tissues to my face and kept as quiet as I could in the deserted room until I managed to get some semblance of self-control.

"Becky worked up on my floor, as a matter of fact worked for me until a few years ago" the woman said. "I knew she was really serious about somebody, you know how the rumors fly around this place. Judging my the way you've been acting lately, I took a wild guess it was you. Were you two engaged or something?"

I shook my head as I took a drink, hoping to be able to speak without breaking down again.

"No, we weren't" I managed. "I wanted to... I was hoping we would someday but you know... thanks for the tissues" I said while sliding the remainder of the packet back to her.

"I figured I might need them if I have to make a speech later" she said while tucking them into her blazer pocket. "I have to be able to show how very much I'll miss the place and all" she said sarcastically.

"I wish I could leave" I said wistfully. "This place has way too many..."

"Reminders?" she asked. "I know what you mean. Becky touched a whole lot of people around here. That's one of the reasons I decided to move on."

To my amazement, the stranger and I began to exchange Becky stories. The stories mostly revolved around work, as I resisted the urge to tell much about our personal times together. Just talking about Becky did so much for me though, and my pain seemed to melt away a bit as we spoke.

As the conversation went on, I felt more and more dumb about not being able to call her by name, and regretted not just asking her in the beginning. Now we were so far into it, I was way too ashamed to ask. If she sensed my anxiety, she didn't show it.

"Well, I've gotta get up to my bon voyage" she said while checking her watch. "One thing I do have to say, which was the reason I came over here. None of my business and all, and I know it."

"Go ahead" I offered.

"Do you know what Becky would say if she saw you like this? Moping around and being miserable? Acting like a total jerk?"

I was taken aback by that, and tried to regroup as best I could.

"I guess... Hell, I don't know" I stammered futily while searching for the words. "She'd probably say... get your head out of your ass... you turd" I blurted out as an after-thought.

The woman suddenly burst out laughing, quite loudly at the last part, and struggled to contain herself. This got me laughing too, for the first time since the accident as best I could remember. It felt good.

"Turd! I think you got it exactly" the woman said, dabbing carefully at her eyes. "Try and remember that David. Remembering is important, but you have to let go at some point. She wouldn't want to see you like this."

"You're right" I said. "It's just a lot easier to say than do though."

"I know, just keep it in mind" the woman said while fumbling into her pocket and pulling out a card. She handed it to me, a crimson business card of an antique shop in Vermont.

"If you're ever in the neighborhood, stop by and say hello" she said. "It's my sister's place, and I'm going to sell my paintings out of there, hopefully enough to keep the wolves from the door."

I fingered the card absent-mindedly, trying to find the right way to express myself.

"Look, I really appreciate you coming over like this" I managed to say.

"You didn't at first though" she added wryly.

"No, that's right" I admitted with a chuckle. "Really though, I needed this in the worst way. You have know idea what it's been like walking around here in this pain, with no one knowing and all. You have no idea how I've felt" I said, feeling my emotions rising once again.

The woman got up and put her hand on my arm, giving a gentle squeeze.

"I know how you feel David" she said.

At that, I felt my face flush with anger. I've always hated when people say that phrase. We never really know how other people feel, and it always seems so trite to hear it.

I rose and started to say something, but caught myself. It was when I looked over at this woman, this stranger. When I looked into her eyes welling with tears, I began to understand. Eyes filled with such a deep and almost infinite sadness that they was almost a mirror image of my own, that I suddenly became aware that she did know how I felt. She knew exactly how I felt. 




Remembering Becky Ch. 09



From over by the cafeteria doorway a rattled woman appeared, her voice sounding relieved as she called over.

"Geraldine! Thank goodness I found you! You've got a break room full of people waiting to finally get rid of you upstairs."

With that, she smiled grimly at me and said "Gotta go now. Goodbye David, and good luck."

She turned and headed toward the door as I eased back down into my chair, only able to mouth the words "Bye Jerry" as she departed.

***

Epilogue...

During the fall of that year, I found myself driving over to Vermont one sunny Saturday afternoon, to visit the Crooked Road antique shop north of Bennington. It was foliage season, which made for heavy traffic, but it was such a spectacular sight to see the brilliant colors of autumn in all its glory that it was worth it.

The antique shop was doing a booming business, the store overflowing with browsers and buyers. When I finally caught up with the owner, I found out that he woman I had hoped to see, her sister Geri Winters, was off at a craft fair out in the Boston area, displaying some of her work.

While I cursed my bad luck, as well as my stupidity in not checking first before driving up here, I wandered into one of the side rooms of the shop. This room displayed a large number of paintings, all originals done by Geri.

They were quite good, most of them scenes of scenery, farmhouses and the like. One picture, almost hidden off in the corner, caught my eye. Although it was priced at far more than I could afford, there was no way I could pass it by, so I wrote a check for it and took it home.

The painting hangs in my living room, where I can enjoy it from no matter where I sit. It's a painting of a woman emerging from a pool, climbing up the stairs. Her skin is radiant and glistening from the water, her hair is a blazing red, and her smile is so bright it lights up the entire room. 

Sometimes when I look at the painting, I laugh. Occasionally when I look at it, there are still times that a tear comes to my eye. It all depends on my mood at the time I guess, but either way it always makes me feel something. That's the important thing.


A couple of weeks after I visited her shop I got a note from Geri, saying how sorry she was that she missed me, and how she wanted me to stop up again so we could have lunch. Geri said things were going pretty well for her, all things considered, and hoped they were for me as well. 

Geri said she was happy I liked the painting of Becky enough to buy it, and she hoped it helped me as much to view it as it did for her to create it. She had priced it so outrageously that she knew no one would buy it. Inside the note was my check for the painting, cut in half.

There are those times when I say something that no one understands, but Becky would have, and I miss that. There are also those moments where Becky would instantly sense the absurdity of something, and come out with the perfect cryptic comment. Those moments just pass silently now.

There were times just after the accident when I wished I had never met Becky. Times when I wallowed in self-pity, and thought nothing could possibly be worth the pain I was feeling with her gone. In reality, nothing could have been further from the truth. I was the luckiest guy in the world, and now all I need do is to look at the picture. Then I remember.

***

Thank you to everyone who took the time to write and comment on the story.