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Reunion Ch. 01

By: skipthepitch



Of late, I have gotten into the habit of suddenly sitting back, in the midst of work, gazing out of the window and thinking of her. Sigh! I am a 35 year old man and I have a terrific job. I have a good team to work with and I enjoy my work tremendously. A lot of travel is involved, which I actually consider a perk, as I just love meeting people and interacting with them. But when it comes to making those reports... gosh! I get really lazy and have to literally force myself to finish them. Our offices are located on the seventh floor of the office complex and I have a fantastic view of a part of the city from my cabin's picture window. 

It really is very soothing to be sitting up here and seeing the hustle and bustle of city life and the traffic far below from this height without the sound effects. Sometimes I feel like God, watching it.

She would giggle every time I told her that. She would make all sorts of excuses to come up to my office and then stand gazing out from the window with a faraway look on her face. She is crazy about the beach. Every time we talked about a get-away-from-it-all, she would immediately wish it were around 11 am in the morning on a deserted beach, with room service... or was that beach service?? Sigh. Music, some cold drinks, a lot of talk, gazing at each other... 

I always thought I am the sort of guy who is not sentimental or who ever sits back and remembers with nostalgia, little things about a person - like a gesture, a mannerism or even snatches of conversation. Work has usually occupied most of my time and attention, so much so that I have tended to take most things for granted. Now I feel rather older, definitely wiser and mellower. All in the space of a year. Perhaps missing someone desperately brings out these latent qualities.

When we parted, she and I, I practically threw myself into my work with a vengeance. I often stayed over at office where I have a really comfortable couch. I kept this up for eight months. Things have sort of established themselves and I have been elevated twice in my job. 

My boss is a close friend of mine and I have a lot of women trying to establish contact all the time. I enjoy perfect physical health. I am considered athletic, sexy and handsome and very attractive to women. I have dated off and on, but never really got serious over anyone, until she came into my life, when I literally fell for her like a ton of bricks.

I miss her. So much. Funny, I don't miss my folks as much, with whom I have lived most of my life. I now live in the apartment where she and I lived after we got married to each other. I visit my folks about twice a month and my mother tries to probe. She is very fond of my wife. In fact, they got along fantastically from the moment they met. It was one of those wonderfully rare instances whe my mother took to someone so well. She often said she was destined for me. And so, after a torrid six-month courtship, we married quietly.

Life was great. We were so compatible, it was crazy. Not that we agreed on everything, but it was fun to agree to disagree. And then, there was always the making up. I guess we both looked forward to it. I remember this one time when she was relating an incident and it came to arguing about whose side would we take, if it came to that. 

Well, we differed. And then, without warning she just sprang up from the floor where she was lounging and fell on me. I was sitting on the sofa with a glass of juice in my hand... and just when she went for me I had it resting on my tummy. It spilled all over us... I dropped the glass and she grabbed my hand, and slowly began licking my fingers off. It was such an erotic moment.

We had some lovely saxophone music in the background. She stretched her leg out... and switched the light off with her foot. She had this little smile on her face. Our room was bathed in a sort of twilight glow... that time of day when natural light makes everything look romantic. Except that right now, we were both bathed in the glow of lust, rather than romance. While she was withdrawing her foot from the light switch, I put my hand on the underside of her knee... and she held that pose.

She has a beautiful body and wonderful skin. She loves to be caressed. Right now she was in a long sleeveless tee shirt with tags that tied at the shoulders and a pair of panties. My eyes ran across the shape of her leg, with my fingers following suit. As my palm cupped her crotch, I heard a quick intake of breath. Her eyes were half closed. She stopped, with my thumb in her mouth. Then removed it and taking my hand, put it on her breast. I slowly drew her closer, and gently tugged at the tag on one shoulder, which fell off, revealing her now aroused breast with her erect nipple. Mesmerised, I bent my head forward and took her nipple in my mouth. I flicked at it with my tongue, with the nipple inside my mouth. Her lips parted. With my other hand, I moved her panty aside and began to stroke her. She raised her hands and ran them through her long hair.

The sight of her had me aroused and I wanted her. Lowering her hands, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down in one quick motion. My cock sprang up. She pushed my hand away from her pussy and straddled me, and taking me in her hand, slowly slipped the head of my cock into her, really slowly. As I moved into her warm silky pussy, she took my head in her hands and drew my mouth to her breast. 

Seduction is a very erotic thing. It takes you steadily and irrevocably to a point of no return, especially when its someone you are crazy about. I was no exception. As I suckled at her breast, my hand fondling the other breast, she began to move, beginning to ride my cock. Our breathing quickened. While neither of us wanted to hasten the process of reaching orgasm, we were very excited.

Her hands gripped my head, and I knew she was getting close. Suddenly she struggled and disengaged herself from my cock, which came out with a 'pop'. She grabbed me and kissed my mouth and turning around beckoned me to enter her from behind, doggy style. I lifted her on to the sofa, so that she was comfortably on all fours, kneeling, giving me the right leverage to play with her breasts. Holding her by the waist, I teased her with my cock along the crack of her ass. 

I was crazy about her ass. Beautifully shaped and supple. I reached around to feel her clitoris and was excited to see that she was very very wet. Of its own volition, the head of my cock was twitching, and I entered her warm pussy, smoothly and slickly. I stayed that way for a moment, savoring the feeling, before beginning to fuck her. I bent forward slightly so that one of my hands could fondle her breasts while the other could rub her clit. 

She loved this combination of being fucked while her clit was rubbed. I increased the tempo and I could sense by her moans that she would be peaking very soon. This aroused me more and, ramming at her, we exploded on each other, and spent, just stayed that way for what seemed like a long time, but in fact, was only a few seconds. My cock slipped out of her, dripping with our juices. She turned around, and sat with a thud on the sofa. Her face was rosy and had a sated expression. 

I was about to ask her if she was thirsty when she put a finger on my lips and took my limp cock in her hand. She caressed it. Then, when it began to show signs of life, took it in her mouth and began to gently suck it. She looked up at my face, and I immediately wanted her again. She took my hand and guided it to her pussy. It was still very wet, with our cum. I pressed my hand down on her shoulder, indicating that I wanted to lie on the sofa, so that she could lie on me, while we did the 69. Quickly, she climbed on to me, spreading her legs over my face, so that I could lick her. She was licking the underside of my cock, all the way from my balls to the tip of the head, and when she got there, she took the head in her mouth, sucking it firmly, like a lollypop. She was playing with my balls, alternately caressing and squeezing them gently.

Soon she was taking the entire length of my cock into her mouth and mouth fucking me. I realized I was thrusting up in reaction. I held her cunt lips open and began to finger fuck her, with slow deep strokes as I flicked my tongue across her clit. I sucked on it. I could feel her shudder. Then I felt the rush of my cum through my cock. She sensed it too and got off my face, sliding off my body, so that I could look down and watch myself spurt, on to her face and breasts. I cum rather a lot, as she enjoyed telling me often. When I was done, I remembered that she had not cum yet, and got up, smiling, to take her face in my hands and kiss her deeply. Then I sat her on the sofa, spread her legs, while I knelt on the floor and started licking her. I licked her inner thighs. She loved that.

She has the sort of cunt lips that hang out prominently. Her clit is rather small and the hood juts out just a little when she's aroused. But she gets so wet, so very wet. And I just loved that because it turned me on no end. I put her thighs to rest on my shoulders and starting fucking her with my tongue, while massaging her clit with my thumb. I looked up at her and saw her rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She was smiling. I slipped a finger, then two into her soaking cunt and smiled back at her. She indicated that I should tongue her clit and so I did just that. I could see her writhing as I continued to finger fuck her and sucked her clit at the same time... suddenly she was there, cumming with long shudders. She grabbed my head and held it there. We were both ready to hold each other close now. We walked through to our bedroom and lay on the cool sheet, drifting off to sleep... 

Phew, that was a vivid memory!! I think the issue with us is pride. And it has certainly come before this fall in our lives. I wonder often, these days, why we separated. Time brings a lot of things into perspective, dulls a lot of pain. It was one of those mornings when everything goes wrong, or seems to, just because we are late for work. 

Things would have probably been better if we had both kept our heads. But these flashes of wisdom only come when its too late. What with one thing and the other, we slammed the doors on each other. I do not know what she is doing now. She left a note which just said she was leaving. I was too proud at the time to go and fetch her and I am sure she is too proud to get in touch. Sometimes I am guilty that I did not once bother to contact her, but I console myself weakly that neither did she. After she left, I made sure that I was out of town most of the time, maybe to justify how busy I was. I don't know. Most of the things we do at these times are rather illogical though we do them all the same.

I remember how she believed in telling me she loved me, often. Suddenly she would catch my hand in the middle of a conversation and say 'I love you' in a warm tone. I always grinned when she said that, but now I realized how it subconsciously mattered a lot. She believed in the theory of 'if you love someone show it' I have teased her a lot about it. But she always took it sportingly. Funny how I was never suspicious of her wide circle of male friends, now that I think of it. Even now, I don't wonder who she is with.

She makes me secure in her love, as I am sure she loves me, just as I love her. Maybe we needed some time and space apart. I have felt miserable at times. Chauvinistically, when I miss my breakfast being made, my clothes being taken care of, her face at the table and her kiss before I left to work... I often wondered how she managed to get ready within half an hour of my departure from home and leave for work, looking chic and smart and above all, practically always in a great mood.

I remember one day I had left for work, but remembering something at the gate, had gone back into the apartment. When I entered the bedroom, I was wondering what she was doing, and hearing the sounds from the open bathroom, had casually looked in. The sight of her standing under the shower with her face raised to the stream of water had aroused me instantly. She was unaware of being watched because of the sound of the water. 

Even as I noticed the water flowing down her lovely body, I dropped my briefcase on the bed and slipped off my shoes and socks. I quickly undid my tie,shirt and vest. My belt and trousers followed. By now, as I continued to watch her lathering her body with soap, humming softly under her breath, my cock was erect and throbbing. Completely nude now, I silently padded across to the shower and slipped my arms around her. Shocked, she shrieked and struggled. I held her close and firm and bending her slightly forward, shoved my cock into her. She had stopped struggling. 

She must have realized who it was and I could hear her giggling almost silently. I thrust in and out of her as if in a hurry to cum. I heard her moaning as she thrust back. This heightened my senses and going like a piston, I was ready to shoot into her. She must have felt the urgency too, as, in tune with me, she began to rub her clit, orgasming with me as I burst into her. I kept up the movement until my cock became too soft. I gripped her body until we calmed. She grabbed a towel and stepped out, while I stood there, feeling the water flow over me. I felt terrific.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I was a little surprised that she was already dressed to leave. We didn't exchange a single word. Just smiled at each other. The whole thing had taken just half an hour. It was wonderful. We locked up and left.

She has a really sunny disposition. The ability to take everything cool. The funny part is she would argue for hours about something which did not concern her directly and then turn right around to justify the whole thing. She had an explanation, an answer for everything, and usually cheerfully. She had her faults, of course. But then, who doesn't? They seemed quite negligible compared to the tolerant attitude she had towards everything that really mattered.

She does not work at the same place any more. I think I ought to find out where she is. I have now come to the conclusion that when two people love each other, pride has to be buried somewhere deep and far away. It does not matter who makes the first move, as long as it is made. That's all that matters.

Back to the present. It is time to leave work. I feel much more positive after all that thinking. Tomorrow's another day and I will start looking for her. I have to meet some old friends today.

To be continued... 

Reunion Ch. 01



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I couldn't believe that it was time for my high school reunion. I'd had to do a quick count in my head when I received the announcement to make sure it was right. It was. I'd gone to school in the day's where you could still say "Papa Don't Preach" because "Love Is A Battlefield" but don't worry "Billie Jean Is Not My Lover" and anyway "What's Love Got To Do With It" sometimes "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" but I'm still "Like A Virgin" and people would know what you were going on about. When Kylie Minouge still just wanted to do the locomotion Madonna didn't have her faux British accent and Alanis Morissette was still doing bubble gum pop instead of being all angst filled tormented.

I didn't even know if it would be worth going. I had been shy in high school and as a result people barely noticed me. I was smart and I did my work I was even kind of pretty if a little chubby. I hid beneath baggy jeans and large t-shirts. I wasn't what you'd call an attention magnet. I'd had a few friends that I'd kept up with when I was in college but even those correspondences had eventually fallen away. 

After thinking about it a few days I went ahead and RSVP'd it was months away after all and if I changed my mind I could always just skip it.

In the end I decided to go to the reunion more out of curiosity than anything else . The first night there was to be a cocktail hour or some such thing at the Biltmore Country Club then a picnic the next day followed by a banquet that evening. I packed more than necessary and flew into the small town where I'd attended high school. I hadn't been back in years .My parents had moved to Florida shortly after I'd graduated and my brothers and sisters were strewn with their respective families all about the United States.

When I arrived at my hotel in the afternoon I unpacked and took a nap. When I rose to take a shower it was still light. I paused at the window to take in the town, little had changed the tallest building in town aside from the hotel was still the bank. The only thing that interrupted the flow of the landscape I'd known was the new Wal-mart over on Sycamore Street. I felt as though I'd entered a really boring and uneventful time warp. As I walked into the bathroom to start the shower I idly wondered if I was the only lesbian in our graduating class.

I'd never really been in the closet, I'd always somehow known that I was a lesbian though I couldn't identify my feelings until I was in my early teens. While I didn't intentionally keep my sexual orientation a guarded secret I wasn't really one to go shouting it from the rooftops either. As a result only a few people knew. I later learned everyone who was privy to the facts seemed to have some reason to hide it.

My mother was running her own daycare at the time and most of the parents in our town would have yanked there kid out of there fast enough to make your head spin. My sister who was a year older and my brother who was two years older didn't want to be stigmatized or painted with the same brush, so they had their reasons. And then there was Shelby-Ann Tucker. She knew all right. 

She was my first "girlfriend"

But she was also the daughter of a minister and the president of our senior class. Two facts that had complicated our relationship immensely. She had eventually ended up dumping me and breaking my heart. Everything had seemed so paramount and important back then, but when I looked back years later I realized I hadn't loved her, I'd clung to her because she was the first person who opened herself up to me in a sexual way.

It was funny though in our small hick town no one would have guessed that all these secrets were being harbored because everyone was under the misguided impression a lesbian was a butch, unfeminine female who wanted to be a man. That was not the case with me I didn't learn about labels until well into my second year of college but I found that I was never a butch or a bull dyke or any phrase synonymous with those words. I was what some would call a femme or a lipstick lesbian. I enjoyed wearing dresses and makeup and having my hair and nails done. I also relished in my own femininity, loving the familiar sway, fullness and, weight of my breasts, and the way my hips spread beneath my narrow waist drawing the eyes of men and woman alike as I walked. My long legs and firm thighs are a bit on the skinny side though I feel that they're one of my best features. 

As I looked at my face in the mirror I tried to remember the girl I had been. My once layered and impossibly teased hair lay in gentle waves around my heart shaped face. My almond shaped hazel eyes were wide set and of course the same. However they appeared bigger because they were no longer surrounded by heavy purple liner or electric blue eye shadow. My face had lost all semblances of childhood a long time ago my cheekbones were well defined and my lips were full but the roundness that had once made me look very young was gone. My body was changed the most. I had lost weight after high school. I'd never been truly fat only because of my height. I was 5'11 and chubby. What my dad had always called "A big, healthy girl". Now I was slim and toned. 

My skin was smooth and caramel brown and well taken care of. A few years ago I'd gone on a health kick, which incidentally had inspired my exercise and weight loss as well as a new diet. I ate mostly fresh fruits and vegetables and very little meat. I also drank 10-12 glasses of water a day and at least one salad. It had become a way of life although I wasn't a zealot about it. Every now and again I had fast food or a rich dessert or two. But my diet and avoidance of the sun undoubtedly made my skin look good. Better than when I was a teenager really. 

I'd never been cute, my height and back then my weight had always made the word sound preposterous when paired with my name. Even now I had gone from being "pretty" or "okay" to attracting wolf whistles , cat calls and stares when I went out. I was surprised and flattered by this attention. although it did cause me to reflect and be thankful that I'd never had self esteem problems in the past.

Snapping out of my reminiscences I applied a coat of gloss to my lips and surveyed the outfit I'd chosen.

I was wearing a gray pin stripped suit The jacket was fitted and I wore only a bra beneath it. It was cut low enough to show off a bit of cleavage but not so low as to seem trashy. The straight skirt fell just above my knee and a pair of sheer gray stockings complete with garter belt and garters because I hated pantyhose and had abstained from wearing them for my entire adult life. 

The ensemble was completed by a pair of light metallic silver stilettos whose heel was at least three inches. The outfit was a little less than casual but as a criminal defense attorney business suits were what made up most of my wardrobe. Since I had put off my decision to come until the last minute I hadn't had enough time to shop for more appropriate clothing. I just hoped the Biltmore Country club still has air conditioning because if not I was going to burn up in this suit.

I grabbed my purse and the hotel key and left the room as satisfied as I was going to be with my appearance that night. When I pulled into the Biltmore and handed my keys to the Valet I saw that many people had arrived before me. Try as I might I couldn't associate any of the faces I saw with the people I'd gone to school with. Then I saw her there was no mistaking who she was. 

It was Shelby- Ann

she was standing a good 12 feet away from me but instinctively my mouth grew dry as my palms became sweaty. She hadn't noticed me yet so I took her in. Unlike me Shelby-Ann had always been the perfect cookie cutter image of a small town southern girl. From the crown of he blonde head to the soles of her feet. She was as petite as ever barely 5'3 and I could vividly recall her petite frame in my arms, as I toyed with her small breasts and felt the slickness of her sex. 

Her once permed hair was pulled into a long straight pony tail with a pink ribbon tied in a bow on top of it, and she had on a sundress with a sickening amount of flowers on it, her skin was unnaturally tan, even for someone who lives in a warm climate. I guessed she frequented the tanning beds. Her legs were still sensational and her white high heeled sandals were sexy but somehow innocent at the same time. 

I couldn't decide what to feel She looked good in a Barbie doll kind of way but I didn't feel that sexual pull that I'd always acquainted with her. Her accent that was once endearing seemed overly dramatic to my northenized ears, and her blue eyes seemed harder and less trusting than before, but I could say the same about myself. I had been staring at her for about two minutes when she turned and looked right in to my eyes. She had felt my stare like a physical touch but when she looked at me it was as if she didn't know who I was. There was no hint of recognition in her brief gaze as she turned away and continued her conversation.

I walked away, toward a table where there were nametags affixed to high school pictures of the owner. I located mine as the person behind the table claimed we'd been "Best friends!". I looked at her name tag it read Barbara- Jean Faris. I had no idea who this woman was and I doubted that we'd been friends at all let alone best friends. 

"I was on the soft-ball team with you junior year remember?"

"Sure" I lied with a smile "those were the days huh Barbara -Jean?"

She beamed as I walked away, Shaking my head. 

"I should have stayed home" I mumbled under my breath

"What's did you say?" Asked a familiar voice, as someone tapped me on the shoulder 

When I turned around I was face to face with one of the most beautiful woman I'd seen in a while.

Her brown hair was cut just below her shoulder and her eyes, the color of warm chocolate were looking directly in to mine. She had full lips that I irrationally wanted to kiss and dark Mediterranean skin that I wanted to run my tongue over. There was a lovely smile on her lips as she watched me staring at her. It was the smile that did it. I recognized that slow shy smile. 

"Nora, you look great" I said embracing her. Nora had been my best friend from sixth grade until my second year of college. After high school we had written and visited but then we just grew apart, without rhyme or reason. Eventually we lost contact. I could barely equate the sexy woman I saw before me with the Nora I knew. 

Nora like me had also been shy in high school. If pressed to describe her physically I might have said she was mousy. She had worn glasses that always seemed a little large for her face, and more often than not they were taped or broken, baggy clothes and until senior year braces. She had also been a late bloomer and therefore flat as a board until she was 17 with no real hips to speak of. The kids used to tease her endlessly and I gotten more than one shiner defending her. 

She was sweet and sensitive and caring I was one of the few people who'd known she cried herself to sleep practically every night for years. Even after high school when I'd seen her during our visits she had been basically the same old Nora, except without the braces. Now I was surprised on two counts, the first being how drastically her appearance had changed the second being the tug of sexual attraction I felt when I hugged her.

Pulling away she looked into my eyes 

"You don't look half bad yourself Lena, although I always thought you were pretty just the way you were"

"Thank you. You've always been sweet" I replied brushing off her compliment on my earlier looks.

I couldn't stop stealing glances at her as we walked back over to the table where she picked up her nametag. Next we headed to the bar and ordered drinks. By that time it was getting to loud in the main room to talk. We took our drinks and headed outside to the garden area. Once we were outside we began to walk on the path that wound all the way around the country club.

"How've you been Lena?"

"Fine, good." 

"Did you become a lawyer?" 

"Yeah, Criminal defense. You?"

"Teacher. Fourth grade"

"Wow really Nor? that's great!"

"Yeah got a kid too. She's three years old. Smart as a whip."

"Like her mom" I said hiding my surprise, I hadn't seen a wedding ring on her finger but I guess that didn't really mean a thing. I just figured Nora would be the type to do things the "traditional" way.

"No not like me" Nora replied vehemently . I noticed the shaky edge in her voice that had always meant she was close to tears. I remembered the way she'd been treated by the other kids and mentally kicked myself for my choice of words.

I turned to her. She might be able to fool others with her new looks, for a minute she had even fooled me, but I knew her. 

"Don't cry" I said. As if on cue she did start crying. I did the only thing I could think of. I put my drink on the ground and held her in my arms. "Don't cry" I repeated rubbing her back in slow circles. In a few moments I felt her relax against me and I could tell she wasn't crying anymore. She made no move to step out of my arms and I was enjoying the feel of her there. I held her like that for a few moments then she stepped back a bit though not completely out of my arms. Just enough to look into my eyes. She held my gaze for less than 30 seconds before she moved toward me and kissed my lips. It felt like fire was coursing through my veins. She nibbled my lower lip and stroked my mouth with her tongue. Probing and exploring. She was truly a great kisser. I pressed closer to her and cupped her ass in my hands as her fingers wove into my hair. I was just running my hand beneath her tight white tank top when we heard voices coming our way. I pulled away reluctantly. I almost laughed in the next moment though. I had never seen Nora with such a murderous look on her face. I wondered if I'd have to physically restrain her to protect whoever was headed our way. This image did bring a smile to my lips. 

We headed back toward the club when it became apparent that the path was becoming increasingly more occupied. I felt like I really was back in high school looking for a private place to make out with my girlfriend. When we entered the main room we were both pulled into a familiar group of woman who had been our friends all through high school. There was a lot of talking and reminiscing going on but I was barely listening, I was to busy looking at Nora and thinking. I wondered what the kiss outside had meant. Then I wondered what the story was with her daughter or even more accurately what the story was with her and the father of her daughter. And I wondered when and if I would get to touch her again.

I couldn't have recounted one thing that had been said since we'd reentered the club if my life had depended on it. I excused myself and went to get another drink. This one I needed. I downed it in a few swallows and tried to focus as I made my way back to the group. I was almost there when Shelby -Ann stepped right in front of me. I had to stop in my tracks to avoid running into her. 

"Hi." She said breathily

"Hi" I just kept right on walking She was practically running to keep up with my long strides. 

"You look real good, Lena"

"Thanks, you too" I said absently. Wishing she'd go away 

I was doing my best to search for Nora. She wasn't standing with the others anymore. Surely she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. Would she?

I walked out to the front of the building and sure enough there she was waiting for the valet to get her car.

"Nora"

I called out to her but she didn't turn around. The way she stiffened let me know she'd heard me call but was ignoring me. What was with her?

"Nora" I repeated this time I was close enough to grab her arm.

"Get Your hands off of me" If I hadn't been standing right next to her I wouldn't have heard.

I took my hand off of her arm and looked at her profile. Her lip was quivering and she would be crying any second. 

"What is it?" 

"Some things never change"

"Did someone say something to you?" I asked ready once more to go to her defense.

She smiled a bitter little smile. 

"You always did want to fight for me. Just not the way I wanted"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your girlfriend's waiting for you" She said as she stepped off of the curb and started to get into her car. 

I jumped in the passenger's side before she could pull away.

"Get Out" 

"No, not until you tell me what happened."

At this point she was crying. 

"Why didn't you tell me you and Shelby-Ann still have something going on?"

"What are you talking about. I haven't seen her for ten years."

"Then why did I over hear her saying you two were meeting in her hotel room later"

"I don't know" I looked out the window toward the club. Shelby -Ann was still waiting there.

"Go ahead" Nora sighed wiping her eyes.

"No. I don't know what she's planning but I don't want to be part of it. Let's go"

"What about your car?" 

"I'll get it tomorrow. "

We pulled away. She headed for the hotel we were staying at the same place. The town only had two hotels so there wasn't much coincidence there. When we boarded the elevator she pushed the button for her floor. I just stood there.

"What floor are you on?"

"The sixth, but I coming with you"

"What makes you so sure?"

I moved quickly surprising her. I ran my hand up her thigh and under her red skirt. dipping my hand into the waistband of her panties. I touched her. She was wet and warm. I pulled my hand back and licked my fingers.

"That." I said in answer to her question.

She smiled and when the elevator doors opened I followed her down the hall to her room.

I scarcely made it through the door before Nora was all over me. She was kissing my face and my neck and finally my lips. While her tongue caressed the inside of my mouth her fingers were at the buttons on my jacket. She fiddled with the buttons for a full minute with no luck. Then Nora unceremoniously ripped the buttons off of my jacket as she tore it open. 

I could hear the soft thud of the buttons hitting the carpet I would never find all six of them. At the moment I didn't care much, my bra followed my jacket and as she was sucking my nipples I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor. I pulled her head closer and arched against her. She slipped one hand between my legs as she continued to suck bite and lick my sensitive nipples. I was more turned on than I could ever remember being with any other lover. 

The crotch of my panties was actually soaked. I ground my hips in circles against her hand and panted her name like some kind of mantra. Nora slipped her hand into my panties and spread my wetness all over my pussy, running her fingers lightly over my swollen clit. I gasped audibly as she inserted first one then two and then finally three fingers into me. I rode her hand hard and fast as we developed a rhythm. We'd never had sex but Nora touched me like we'd been lovers for years. Like she knew me. Her fingers curled forward toward my pelvic bone as her thumb massaged my clit. I tensed up as my orgasm washed over me. I pulled her face to mine kissing her passionately as I continued to buck my hips toward her.

My fingernails dug into her shoulder blades as I shuddered and came all over her hand. My breathing was irregular as I stepped back and Nora pulled her hand away with a wet pop. She stood there fully clothed licking my juices off of her glistening hand. I fell back on the bed, for the first time I understood the phrase weak in the knees. I beckoned Nora to come to me, and she obeyed. I pulled her shirt over her head and undid he skirt letting it fall away. She stood before me in her panties., she hadn't been wearing a bra.




Reunion Ch. 01



Melissa looked in the mirror one more time. Turning half back and front, she checked out her dress, her shoes, and her hair. All had to look perfect for tonight; her 30th class reunion. She never made it to her 20th because she and her husband Gary had to deal with her mother's severe illness. Thank God she recovered, but there were some sleepless nights for those several weeks. However this time, the 30th, was even more important than the 20th. Back during the time of the 20th, she and Gary were still on very good terms in their marriage. Unfortunately, the past ten years had brought many changes in their relationship, and Melissa had learned to enjoy her strong sexuality, even if Gary didn't want to participate along with her. It seemed that she was moving into overdrive, and Gary was putting on the brakes.

For the past 5 years or so, Melissa had been undergoing what might even be called a "mid life crisis", most often thought of as something relative to men. Certainly, Melissa's situation was much the same thing. She had grown and blossomed a lot more than Gary relative to her sexual appetite, especially for what many would call kinky sex. She had found that she was not just interested, but highly aroused by bondage and discipline, and dominance and submission. She had always felt somewhat sexually submissive, but these "submissive" feelings that started about 8-9 years ago were getting stronger and stronger. She craved being bound and taken sexually in every way imaginable while she was totally helpless. She was turned on by being spanked and flogged and having her butt smacked with things like a crop and a wooden ruler and a paddle. The stinging pain along and humiliation followed by penetration of her pussy, ass, or mouth was a strong turn-on, almost to the point of addiction. She craved it more and more. Unfortunately, Gary did not share her feelings and found it difficult, nearly impossible, to give her what she wanted. 

Gary had always been a very quiet and gentle man, perhaps almost submissive himself. He could not bring himself to spank her or take her forcefully. He seemed unable or unwilling to "use her" sexually as she wished. It had lead to many "discussions" and arguments. She had tried to be communicative, even gave Gary some books to read and got some videos to show her the kinds of things she craved. However, Gary was way too "vanilla" as she had learned to call him. Finally, Melissa and Gary came to an agreement that would allow them to continue in their marriage rather than split up. Gary basically gave her a "hall pass" to enjoy what she needed with other men as long as she was very careful and totally discreet. Melissa had found several men with whom to have the sort of relationship that she wanted. They were actually married men who faced similar situations with their wives. They were the mirror image of her and Gary. Melissa even found that Gary liked to know about her relationships and her activities with these other men. It seemed to even turn him on, and that's when Melissa realized that Gary genuinely enjoyed his cuckold role in their new relationship.

Tonight was important to Melissa because she had hoped to re-connect with Jason, her old school sweetheart. Jason was her first love, and they had given each other their virginity. Back then she often even felt that they would someday be married, but after they both went off to separate colleges, they lost touch. In less than a year, they never even contacted each other anymore. She had numerous other boyfriends during college, and her first few years as a young working woman, but eventually she met and married Gary. At the time, they seemed perfect for each other, but after about 11-12 years of marriage, Melissa began feeling bored and trapped. She felt stifled sexually but also recognized her responsibility to her kids and Gary. In truth, she still loved Gary, but he just didn't seem to understand that love and erotic, often kinky sex are two different things. One was tender and caring, the other dark, animal, and physical. Ideally they should be joined into the perfect relationship, but Gary just didn't seem to "get it."

In the announcement sent out several months before the 30th reunion, Melissa noticed that Jason planned to attend. His name was on the list of people helping to arrange the reunion along with his e-mail address. After some soul searching, Melissa decided to message him, and they started a regular communication. She learned that Jason and his wife had lived in another state for over 20 years. However he had been transferred back into the area about 6 years ago and he lived in a nearby town about 40 miles away. 

Eventually, Melissa and Jason started opening up about their marriages, and the issues associated with their sex lives started surfacing. She told Jason about her interest in some kinky things, and he pretty much admitted to some himself. She learned that he was married, but he hinted that his marriage was a bit unconventional was Melissa's. He didn't elaborate, but Melissa took it as a hint that he might be "available" in a manner similar to the way she was. For that reason, she planned to attend the festivities without Gary and try to assess the potential of somehow reconnecting with Jason whom she had thought about often over the years. She and Jason had made arrangements to sit at the same table.

The banquet and dance was very elegant, but at first, the meeting with Jason had been a bit awkward. Of course there was the fact that both Melissa and Jason had put on a few pounds, but they were both in exceptional shape for people nearly 50. What surprised and slightly disappointed her at first was that he was there with his wife. Melissa wondered if he indeed had the same intention of "hooking up" as she did. After some conversation with the two of them, she learned that Jason and his wife Karen had done some swinging and were into certain types of BDSM type activity. They were very careful with whom they played, but when Melissa contacted Jason and initiated an ongoing discussion, hinting that she and her husband had an "arrangement", both Jason and Karen thought it might be something they could all find mutually enjoyable. Unfortunately, the presence of others at the table made it a bit awkward to talk openly.

After dinner and a few drinks, Jason suggested that rather than hang out at the dance, they should all go to Jason and Karen's house to get to know each other better. Melissa didn't have to be asked twice although she wondered a little where it was all headed. She called Gary and told him that she had decided to go have a few drinks with some old friends so he shouldn't wait up for her. She could be quite late.

Melissa followed Jason and Karen to a really nice house about 25 miles from the hall where the reunion was being held. They made themselves comfortable in the living room and Jason opened a bottle of wine. At first the conversation was just about the house and general things, but soon it moved to some of the e-mail discussions that Melissa and Jason had been having. It was no secret that Melissa had hinted that she and Gary were no longer ideal sex partners and that Melissa's tastes had progressed from pure vanilla to some things a bit more erotic and kinky. Jason and Karen opened up and told her that they had themselves gotten into some more adventurous sex play and had several couples with whom they enjoyed group activity. Karen asked if Melissa was bisexual and if she had enjoyed threesomes. Melissa tried not to act like a newbie, but indicated that although she had enjoyed some interesting fun with other men, she had never had a threesome. She also said that she had often wondered what it would be like to enjoy sexual contact with a woman and even though she and some of her girlfriends in college had tried a little kissing and fondling, it had never progressed to true intimate contact. As she talked, she hoped that she didn't seem too naïve for Jason and Karen, but the two of them seemed quite understanding and nice.

"Well Melissa," Karen said. "Perhaps tonight may be the opportunity to explore both fantasies. Did Jason tell you about our little play room? It's something we did about a year ago now that both of our boys are away at college. Come. Let's show you."

The three of them proceeded to the kitchen and down to the basement which was finished as a very nice recreation and TV room. Karen retrieved a key from behind a bookcase. She walked over to a door on the side wall which she thought perhaps went to the furnace room, but when Karen opened it and turned on a subdued red light, Melissa could see that it was indeed a room that looked like her image of a dungeon. On the far wall were a collection of D-rings mounted at about two foot intervals running at the same two foot intervals from floor to ceiling. There were several hooks on the ceiling and a small block and tackle sort of hoist. Recessed in the floor were many "D rings" which she suspected could be used to restrain someone. On one adjacent wall was an assortment of equipment including floggers, crops, paddles, and switches as well as leather cuffs and straps, blindfolds, hoods, ball gags, and other sorts of harnesses. One looked like one of those slings she had seen in a catalog that suspended a person from the ceiling with their legs open and their crotch and ass vulnerable. There was something she recognized as a violet wand, but had never experienced one. The other two walls were floor to ceiling mirrors. 

Melissa had heard about dungeon rooms and seen pictures of them, but she had never actually been in one. She was fascinated and a bit turned on by the whole thing. She imagined Jason and Karen playing together and with other couples. She felt her heart thumping in her chest and could feel the heat and moisture in her crotch. Her knees were quivering a little as she walked over to the wall and felt some of the crops and floggers and the cuffs. She sat on the bench and rubbed her hand over the leather cover. She could only imagine the number of women that had been fucked on it, or spanked on it or men sitting on it being serviced orally by bound and blindfolded women on their knees. 

Karen sat next to her. "Pretty nice isn't it?" she said. "We've had some interesting times in here. Have you ever had any experiences in a room like this?"

"No, never," Karen admitted quietly. "My experiences have been in motels or in the homes of others, but not in any specialized place like this, something specifically designed for kinky sex. I'm still taking it in."

Karen put her arm over Melissa's shoulder in a friendly way, but her touch sent shivers through her body. 

Karen asked, "After what Jason told me about your recent conversations and how you guys were intimate way back when, we hoped that you might want to join us tonight for some play. Please say that you're interested."

Melissa hesitated for a moment, but she had to admit to herself that she had wanted to be with Jason tonight. He hadn't considered the notion of his wife being part of it. However, given her adventures over the past few years, she was indeed interested in letting the evening progress in any way that could be imagined.

"Yes," she said looking at Karen. "Yes," she said again looking at Jason.

"Fantastic!" Jason said. "We were hoping you'd say that. I want you to understand Melissa that we won't do anything you don't really want to do yourself. You will be the one setting the boundaries, and if you truly want to stop or talk about it, we will honor that. You told me that bondage and discipline are things that you like, but we don't want to push you into areas you don't want. We will try to push you to your limit, but if you start to feel uncomfortable, just say "Code Yellow" and we'll talk about it. If you want to end things completely, just say "Code Red" and we'll honor that. We want you to enjoy the journey as we will, but our purpose is hopefully for you to want to be part of our future so we aren't going to do anything to turn you against us."

Melissa nodded, "I understand. I trust you both and I do want to share myself with you both. I just hope you understand that I've never really interacted with a woman, and that my tolerance may be lower than you're used to."

"Understood," Karen said rubbing her hand on Melissa's neck and back. "Understood. Don't worry. You're in good hands."

Jason pulled Melissa to her feet and hugged her. He kissed her neck and stroked her hair. At the same time Karen hugged her from the back, and her hands cupped Melissa's breasts and slid down her belly to her crotch. Melissa wasn't sure what to do. She just stood and enjoyed the sensations of both sets of hands on her.

Jason unbuttoned her blouse and rolled it over her shoulders and down her arms to let it fall to the floor. At the same time, Karen unhooked her bra. How strange it felt to be half naked and sandwiched between her old boyfriend and his wife. Jason moved his hands to her breasts kneading them and gently fingering the nipples. He squeezed a little harder and Melissa squirmed letting out a little moan, but she did not stop him. While he was doing that, Karen was unzipping and unhooking her skirt and pulling it down. Immediately, she had Melissa step out of her shoes and pulled down her pantyhose. 

With that, Melissa was now completely naked with these two people, one of whom she gave her virginity 30 years ago, and one she just met several hours ago. Karen's hands reached between Melissa's legs and her hand went to her hot and swollen pussy lips. Her finger slipped into her cunt. She was already soaking wet, and she immediately inserted two, then three fingers. Melissa squirmed and moaned at the penetration while Jason continued to milk her breasts and pinch her nipples. 

Karen walked over to a counter at the implement wall and opened a drawer. She removed four leather cuffs with short straps and hooks. Jason pushed Melissa gently to the wall where the D-rings were mounted. Karen attached the cuffs to Melissa's wrists and ankles and Jason fastened them to the wall so that she was spread eagle with her back to the wall. Melissa never protested or resisted. Jason again told her to trust them, and reminded her of the safe words. Then they stood back to look at their helpless guest. 

Jason stepped up to her and said, "Tonight, you are our whore, our slut, our slave. You will be used every way a woman can be used. You will pleasure us. If you do a good job, and you prove your worth, then you too will be pleasured."

Jason ran his hands over Melissa's body, her breasts and neck and ears and belly and ass. He felt between her legs and found that she was nearly dripping wet. He put several fingers in her as deeply as he could and fucked her with them hard. She let out a moan. Then he took his hand out and held his fingers under Melissa's nose. "Smell.....see how aroused you are?"

He stuck his fingers in her mouth and said, "Taste.....taste yourself, and later you'll taste my wife and me." 

He pulled his hand from her mouth and slapped her across her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her wince. She did not give any indication to stop. He leaned close and whispered to her, "It's time to give up your body to us."

Meanwhile, Karen was stripping off her street clothes and putting on a leather strap bra that was open to allow her nipples and front of her breasts to be exposed. She put on a leather belt/harness that fit around her waist and upper thighs but left her pussy lips and ass exposed. She also pulled on and laced up a pair of soft leather thigh high boots. She took a light leather thong flogger from the wall and approached Melissa. Jason stepped aside as Karen lashed her across her breasts and thighs. Karen herself knew the sting of the flogger and knew how arousing it could be on naked skin. Melissa let out a little yelp, but grit het teeth. Karen again slashed out across her breasts and thighs. With a deft hand, she slashed upwards between Melissa's thighs so that the leather slashed across her pussy lips. Melissa danced and squirmed but she could not hide from the tickling sting of the leather thongs on her most sensitive female area.

Jason had now shed his street clothes and donned a black leather vest and harness around his waist and thighs that left his cock and balls completely exposed. His cock was half hard as he strode back over to where Karen slashed the thong across her breasts and belly. He carried and object in his hand that Melissa had seen but never experienced. She knew it to be a Wartenberg wheel. She knew what it was used for but had never experienced the feel of it. 

Karen stepped aside and Jason stepped in close to whisper into Melissa's ear, "I think we'll give you a rest from the leather for something a little less violent," and smiled sinisterly. 

Slowly, lightly, he rolled the wheel down the undersides of her one outstretched and shackled arm, across her armpit, her breast and nipple, to the other breast and nipple, the other armpit and underarm. Melissa gasped and let out a half- hysterical laugh as she strained her arms against the shackles. Her eyes were wide and she continued to laugh hysterically as Jason ran the wheel down and around her belly and inner thighs. It felt like ants crawling over her, tickling her, and she shivered with the sensation.

"Oh God Jason, I'm so fucking ticklish," Melissa screamed. "You don't know what this does to me,"

Instantly Karen slashed the flogger across her breasts, "Shush. You will not use his name or mine. You will address him as Sir and me as Ma'am".

Jason continued down her leg and across the top of Melissa's foot, between her toes. He knelt and lifted her foot. Melissa shook her foot against his grip. "OH GOD SIR...NO!"

Jason ran the wheel slowly from her heel, across her sole to her toes and between her toes and ball of her foot. She screamed and laughed and shook as Jason continued to the other foot. Melissa was both laughing hysterically and whimpering and begging for it to end.

Karen leaned in and whispered into Melissa's ear. "You know you bad horny little girl, we've done this to some other sweet pussies like yourself until they actually pissed themselves. Do you feel like you might piss yourself? It's ok. Go ahead and laugh and piss yourself while we watch."

Melissa wasn't going to let herself go like that, but she wasn't ready for what came next. Jason continued to run the wheel lightly all over her body and even up the inside of her ass cheeks as Karen lubed a double vibrator. She inserted one part into her pussy and another into her asshole and turned on the power. At the same time, Karen touched another vibrator to her clit. Melissa moaned and laughed and screamed for what seemed like an eternity. She indeed felt like she would lose her bladder, but she held on. She started to feel like she would cum, but Karen sensed this and removed the vibrators. At the same instant, Jason stopped rolling the wheel. Melissa slumped against the cuffs nearly hanging from the wall as she moaned and writhed. Her skin glistened with sweat. The stinging of the flogger and the prickly tickle of the wheel made her feel like there were thousands of ants crawling all over her. She wanted to rub her skin, but was bound to the wall. She debated using the safe word.

Jason leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You nearly came didn't you? You want to cum don't you? Tell me. Tell me."

"Yes Sir. I want to cum. I need to cum. You're making me crazy."

"Good," Jason said sharply. "Perhaps you will, but only when we want you to. There's more to be done. Shall we continue? Shall we lead you on?"

Melissa nodded her head. Karen and Jason began unshackling her from the wall. Then lead her to a spot in front of the padded bench, pushed her to her hands and knees. Then they re-shackled her to D-rings in the floor. Her face was only inches from the bench. Again Karen leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear, "Now you can show us what a true horny little twat you are, unless you're ready to go home. Are you our special twat Melissa?"




Reunion Ch. 01



"Yes Ma'am", she whispered.

No sooner had she gotten the words out of her mouth when.... SMACK! Jason's hand slapped her exposed butt hard enough to make her yelp. Then again SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Melissa bit her lip and held in any more yelps as Karen used what felt like a wooden paddle or ping pong paddle on her other butt cheek. She couldn't turn around to see, but it sounded and felt different than a hand. Several more smacks and then she used the flogger again on her stinging, itching, tingling ass, making sure that the strands of the flogger found their way into her ass crack and slashed back upward on her soaking pussy lips. Melissa closed her eyes wondering when it would end. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it started. However, she again felt the Wartenberg wheel and what she suspected was a feather on her. Jason ran the wheel up the soles of her feet and backs of her legs as Karen used the feather on her nipples and neck and face and belly and down to her clit. Melissa squirmed and shook but was helplessly bound to the floor. Again, her sounds were half laugh, half cry.

She wasn't quite ready for what came next. Karen sat on the edge of the bench, spread her legs in front of Melissa and put her feet up on the bench so that her entire crotch was right in Melissa's face.

"Well my little twat," Melissa said. "You said that you had never eaten another woman's pussy. I think now is the right time to try mine."

With that, Karen grabbed Melissa's hair and pulled her face into her wet and musky pussy. Karen ground her entire crotch from her ass to her clit all over Melissa's face and demanded, "Lick it! Lick all of me. Lick inside me. You like the way I smell? You like the taste?"

Many times Melissa had smelled and tasted her own pussy either when masturbating or when sucking the cock of a man who had been fucking her. However, she had never experienced another woman's pussy as she was Karen's. It smelled and tasted very much the same as hers, but also different enough that she knew full well it wasn't hers. She mostly kept her eyes closed as she licked and probed her tongue into Karen's cunt, but several times did open her eyes to look at Karen. She was fully shaved and bare, unlike Melissa's own pussy that was trimmed neatly but still had a fair amount of pubic hair.

As she licked Karen's crotch, she sensed Jason behind her.....and then she felt it...... his cock penetrating her deeply. "Oh yes" she thought to herself. "This is what I hoped would happen tonight,..... feeling Jason's cock in me again."

She hadn't thought that it would be quite this way with her face in Jason's wife's crotch, but she was so proud and glad that she had endured the flogging and the tickling and verbal humiliation because Jason's cock was in her and he was fucking her like he meant it. She could tell that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Melissa didn't care that Karen was using her hair to shove her face all over the sopping crotch. She just focused on the pleasure of Jason's cock pistoning into her deeply. She was letting herself ride the pleasure of it, and anticipating her orgasmic release with Jason's inside her. However, he pulled out suddenly, leaving her crying for more.

Just then, Karen pushed her face back, and slid back on the bench, giving Jason room to straddle it and push his cock deep into his wife's cunt. Melissa looked up and Jason's balls were so close to her face that she could almost lick them as he pounded hard into Karen. She held her feet high with her own hands. Melissa reached her neck out to try to lick Jason's balls. She wanted to taste them, feel the skin of his scrotum against her tongue, but he was just out of reach. Her own pussy was aching to be filled. She was crying and wanted to cum, needed to cum, ached to cum. 

Just then, Jason bellowed out, and drove his cock deep into Karen's wet woman hole. She let go of her feet and wrapped them around Jason's ass pulling him deeper into her. Melissa could hear Jason's cries of release, and she imagined his thick man cream spurting and pumping out of his cock and into his own wife's cunt. Oh no, she wanted it in her. She had planned that this evening would end with Jason's cum in her.

Jason pulled out of Karen. He turned and sat on the edge of the bench. His now softening cock, coated with his cream and Karen's juices was right in front of Melissa's face.

"Lick it clean!" Jason demanded. "Lick it and suck it clean!"

She did as told and then Jason got up. Karen slid forward with her legs spread. Melissa could see Jason's cum running out of Karen's cunt hole.

"Lick her clean too," Jason demanded. 

Melissa leaned forward and began lapping up Jason's cum as it leaked from Melissa. The combined taste of Jason and Karen was the same as on Jason's cock, and she lapped it up like a kitten at a dish of cream. Melissa had wanted Jason's cum in her and she was at least getting to swallow it, even if it was from Karen's pussy and not directly from Jason's cock.

"Keep licking," Karen demanded. "Don't you dare stop!"

Karen pulled Mellissa's fact to her and in minutes she was grinding her clit into Melissa's tongue. She moaned, softly at first and finally screamed out, "OH SHIT! GOOD GOD! DON'T YOU DARE STOP TILL I TELL YOU!!!"

She came and came on Melissa's face. At the same time, she felt Jason sliding the double vibrator back into her ass and cunt and turned it on. He also held the vibrator wand to her clit. It wasn't long before Melissa was squirming her ass and pushing against the vibrators and was emitting screams of orgasmic release muffled in Karen's sloppy crotch.

Finally the two women stopped their moaning and thrashing. Karen pulled back and lay on the bench. Melissa was still on her hands and knees panting and sweating as Jason withdrew the vibrator.

Jason unfastened Melissa's cuffs and helped her to sit on the bench. Karen sat up to give her room. Jason sat next to her and hugged her as did Karen.

"You were fantastic Sweetie," Karen said kindly. No more names. No more demands, only her tender hug from one side that matched that of Jason from the other.

Melissa remained in Jason's arms as Karen left the room. In moments, she was back with a bottle of wine and three glasses. She poured and handed a glass to Jason and Melissa before filling her own.

Jason raised his glass, "Here's to you Melissa. You were wonderful. Karen and I weren't sure you would hang in for the whole scene, but we're both so glad you did. I told you that if you gave us the satisfaction we wanted, you would receive yours. This is the first time we're together, but I hope it won't be the last."

Melissa smiled and clinked glasses with both Jason and Karen. "I hope it's not the last time either. I hope to be back as often as I can."

Karen spoke. "You know we have other friends that often join us. You may want to meet them as well."

Melissa answered, "I'd like that."

Then Jason spoke. "What do you plan to tell Gary when you get home? What will be your reason for being late?"

"I plan to tell Gary every detail about tonight and will tell him to jerk off while I tell him. I'll make sure he cums in my hand and laps it up when I tell him to."

Karen laughed out loud. "Oh that is so delicious. Oh damn, that is such a great visual, and I don't even know the guy."

Then Jason spoke. "Hey, here's an idea. Melissa, do you think Gary would like to come over with you sometime? You said you've told him about the men friends you're with, but you said he's never watched you. How about if we shackle him to the wall and he can watch while we do you like tonight? Then you can release one of his hands and he can jerk off while we drink and watch. We'll make him cum in Karen's hand, and she can feed it to him."

Melissa beamed. "I like it. I like it a lot. I'm going to convince Gary that he needs to do that for me."

All clinked their glasses and smiled about some of the future fun they may have.

(To be Continued)



Reunion Ch. 01



All characters in this story are fictitious, and those who are having sexual relations are eighteen years old or older. 

This story was originally composed as one large work. My editor, Gabriel Anon, suggested, because of its length, that I break it up into chapters and I agreed. That being said, the chapter breaks may be a bit awkward at times. Please bear with it, it couldn't be helped. 

Thank you. 

D. S. 

*****

In the dark and my nebulous state of my mind, I could still tell that I was in bed, though I couldn't tell you what bed. I wasn't alone, though I wasn't with whom I ought to be. She nestled into me and I reveled in the touch of her body. She felt comforting and erotic all at the same time, though my attraction to her was clearly illicit. 

When she finally looked up at me, I could see it was Trish. Even though it was dark and I couldn't fully divine her face, I knew it was her, I had known it was her since I felt her in the bed. 

"You want me, don't you?" She stated more than asked while she moved up higher on my body, her lips tantalizingly close. I could feel her full, soft breasts pressed against my chest. 

"Trish I..." 

"It's okay, I know. I've always known, besides I want you to touch me. You do want to touch me Dan?" 
She moved a leg over both of mine, and now I could feel the brush of her pussy hair against the head of my erection. 

"I want you Trish."

"Mmmm. I know," she whispered all breathy. 

She pulled me on top of her, and I rolled between her legs. I could feel my cock against her, pressing up against her lips. I was hesitant but also anxious for her. 

"You're going to fuck me, aren't you Danny?" 

"Oh God, yes Trish."

"You want to stick that big fat cock of yours into me, don't you Danny?"

"Yes Trish."

"Well do it Danny. Fuck me, I want you to."

"Yeah?"

"God yes. Do it, please!" And then she grunted a little as I pushed into her. 

I could feel the walls of her tight pussy warmly wrapped around my cock. I thrust into her; once, twice, three times. Her nails raked my back as the passion took her, and I arched my back from the pain and pleasure of it. I could see the pink hue of her nipples against the warm color of her skin as I fucked her. 

I felt the pleasure build to its ultimate climax, but as it did I had the sense that this was all not for pleasure but instead necessary, necessary to assuage the recriminations of my life. 

Then I heard that unmistakable tone. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared for landing at New York's LaGuardia airport. Please bring all seatbacks and tray tables to their upright and locked position, and stow away your carryon luggage."

I awoke sharply, embarrassed that someone might be watching. My eyes flashed to the motherly looking women in the window seat, but she was intently playing solitaire on her phone. If I had done anything remotely inappropriate, she wasn't letting on. 

"Oh Christ!" I exclaimed under my breath as I tried to rub the catatonic expression off of my face. 

"You okay," she asked without looking up from her game, but a knowing grin came to her lips. Behind her, though the plane window, I could see the lights of the city skyline. 

"Yeah, just a very vivid dream."
"Is she very pretty?" The woman finally looked at me, She wasn't exactly old and grey, but she was much older than I, and from her dress and the way she coiffed her hair, she gave the impression she was someone's grandmother. 

"Who?"

"Trish! You've been calling her name out in your sleep."

"Who? What? Oh. Oh yeah. Um yes she's...she's very pretty."

"I guess she's someone special?" Her tone was more endearing than prying. 

"No," I said, blushing a little. "It's nothing like that, and besides I haven't talked to her in years."

"And you're still having dreams about her?"

"Apparently."

"Well, we all have that one that got away. Just don't let it ruin your life."

"Yeah, well it's too late for that," I said as I felt the distinctive bump of the landing gear locking in place under the fuselage. 

As Sunrise Highway stretched out before me on that warm summer afternoon in July, I felt a queasy mixture of anxiety and nervousness in the pit of my stomach. I was en route to my mother's senior citizen complex on the south shore of Long Island, and I was in no hurry to get there. 

The reason for the lack of intestinal fortitude on my part was that waiting for me at my mother's place were my two nieces and their mother; my sister, and I wasn't quite sure about the reception that I would get. 

You see it had been some years since my sister and I had been in the same room together, never mind talked to each other. We had once been extremely close, but things changed once I got married. 

For no discernable reason, my wife had developed a hatred for my entire family, except of course my father, who passed long before my wife could form a detachment to him. 

Now I can understand some aversion to my older brother and sister since they both had a tendency to act like pompous asses, but my sister was different, she was not only amiable but also self deprecating, and it was my appreciation of my sister that was a bone of contention between my wife and I. 

"There's just something weird about you and your sister," she was apt to say. "You two are a little too close."

Of course I would protest and argue to the contrary, but in my heart of hearts I knew she was right, though I would never admit it. 

As I drove, I took out my phone and scrolled to my favorite picture. One taken of my sister and I when we were younger. The picture was one of my guilty pleasures. 

We were on the beach, she in a very sexy little floral bikini, and I was standing beside her, my arm wrapped over her shoulder as she held onto my hand that was draped between her breasts.

I "dated" most of my sister's friends, and I also fucked her best friend, in of all places, my sister's bed. Sometimes I wonder if all that might have been some kind of sublimation on my part, or then again maybe not. 

It wasn't all a one way street. My sister had a tendency to send me mixed signals. Case in point, one summer afternoon when we were still single, she came over for a barbeque at my bachelor house. She was dressed simply in a cropped, scooped neck, white tee shirt and a denim skirt, but her top was skin tight and the skirt was extra short. 

I remember that I wasn't the only one at that party that couldn't keep their eyes off of her. Several people commented on how hot she looked, including some of the girls. There were plenty of good looking guys at this party, but for some reason she spent the whole night with me.

The thing I recall most about that evening was at one point in the night, she was sitting across from me, we both had too much to drink, and I could see right up her skirt. 

I knew that I shouldn't be looking up my sister's dress, but she was wearing the cutest neon peach panties, and besides I had the distinct impression that she wanted me to look. That lasted until ultimately one of my friends sat down to talk with us. Only then did she flash me a smile, and cross her legs to hide the view. I got the impression that night that I had missed an opportunity. 

Now you might think that a man so infatuated by his sister would marry a girl exactly like her, but you would be wrong. 

For her part my sister was a statuesque blonde with wide set, sparkling green eyes and just the right amount of freckles sprinkled across her pretty Irish face. Her body was provocative without her even trying, so when she did wear a tight sweater or a short skirt, it was startling. 

Robin, on the other hand, was a petite Italian with a Roman nose and brown eyes. She was considered by most to be attractive, even I did at one time, I did marry her after all, but any allure she had for me was overshadowed by her cold, mercenary heart. 

That being said, Robin and I were married for nearly twenty years and had two boys, one of whom was attending college in the fall. I tried to make a go at it with her, but in the end we just couldn't hold it together. Most of that was probably my fault: I wasn't in love with her, and eventually, she found someone else. 

The fight that alienated my sister and I was about something so trivial that I'm not even going to mention it. Suffice it to say, that during the ongoing exchange neither myself, my sister, or our two spouses showed much grace or understanding. 

I found myself caught in the middle, having to choose between my wife and my family. Not a situation that I would wish on my worst enemy. In the end the whole situation left me empty, lonely, and feeling like a coward. 

Flash ahead some eight years, and through a devious plan concocted by my mother, I was on my way to meet my sister and her two teenage daughters. I was a complete mess, quite convinced that they would shun me.

I pulled into my mother's senior citizen complex, and then down to her unit. A different car was parked in the driveway, which I assumed to be my sister's. I got out of my car and knocked on the door, but no one answered. 

I knew that if they weren't at my mother's condo, then they would be at the pool. Since the pool was less than a hundred yards away, I opted to walk the short distance across the complex's lawn. 

Sure enough when I got there I could see my mom and sister amongst the senior citizens sitting poolside. I walked through the gate, and both my mother and sister got up to greet me. 

I actually had butterflies as my sister approached, but then she gave me a big hug and kiss, and I have to tell you, I was greatly relieved by the reception. 

The swimsuit my sister Trish was wearing was wonderful. It was only a black one-piece, but it was strapless, made of spandex, and it hugged her every curve, and what's more, she still had the body that tormented me as a boy.

Her girls, one nineteen and the other seventeen, didn't initially move off of their chaise lounges, so my sister made them get up and greet me, but their hearts weren't in it. My sister was embarrassed, but I understood. 

They were only teenagers, I was a stranger to them, and I'm sure that they had heard some unflattering things about me over the years. 

"You look great," she said as we sat down at a table. It was late in the afternoon, and a stand of trees mercifully shaded us from the sun. Her smoky green eyes sparkled at me, and I got the impression that, amazingly, she was glad to see me. 

"Me? Look at you. You look wonderful," I said effusively. 

She smiled demurely as she flipped the windblown hair from her eyes. 

"No really, I don't think that you have aged one day since I saw you," I continued. 

"Thank you," she blushed. "I know that you are lying, but don't stop." 

"Danny, tell Patricia about Patrick," my mom said referring to my son. 

"What?" Trish asked. 

"He got into RPI," I said proudly. 

"Rensselaer?"

"Yes," I glowed, the proud father. "What about Katie?" I asked looking at Trish's eldest daughter. 

"Oh, she just finished her fist year at Syracuse. She hasn't a clue what she wants to do. Really though, does anyone at that age?" 

I looked at Katie. She was a somewhat pretty girl, but she had gotten her father's looks, and she couldn't hold a candle to her younger sister, Aileen, or even her mother for that matter. She didn't have the personality either. My mother always said that Aileen got the looks and personality and Katie got the brains. 

"Do you want something to drink?" My mother asked as she got up from the table. "I'm going back to the house." 

"What are we talking Mom? A beer or maybe a whiskey?" I teased her. 

"How about some iced tea?" She scolded me. She hated the drink. She had seen her father succumb to alcoholism, and so never touched a drop. 

"Okay Ma, iced tea it is."

"How about you Patricia?"

"Just some water Mom." 

Mom smiled and then headed for her unit. Mom was not very subtle. She wanted Trish and I to talk, so she made herself scarce. 

"Just water? You watching your weight?" I asked. 

"Always." She smiled a warm smile at me. "You look fit though. You been working out?"

"It's the divorce. I can't eat when I'm stressed, and I go for long walks to clear my head."

She leaned in on me to talk. I looked her in the eye, but I could still see how her swimsuit strained to hold in her ample bosom. Her lips also were a thing to behold. They were full, red, and luscious even though she wore no lipstick.

Here it was again. She was already giving me mixed signals. From experience, I knew that women are aware if and when they are being provocative, and they use it for either seduction or to get their way. 

"How are the boys doing?"

"Okay I guess," was all that I could come up with as she made me uncomfortable with the closeness of her cleavage. "How are the girls?" 

"I'm sure mom told you. It was all so heartbreaking. I tried to keep them insulated, but they knew." She sat back now that the mood had changed.

My sister's marriage broke up a little bit more dramatically than mine. Her husband had what I guess could be described as a nervous breakdown. He was always wound a little too tight, and he eventually became psychotic. He had to be institutionalized for a while, which led to their divorce.

"It sounds like a horror." 

"He's living in a half-way house. The girls have accepted it, but I can't." 

"You know when I first met him he seemed alright, but after a while I started to wonder about him." 

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Me? Who am I to say? Besides, I've been wrong about so many things over the years."

"It's all so embarrassing, I still can't believe it. It's all too much." She shook her head and started to become a little emotional. 

"Well let's not talk about it then. You know Trish I want to apologize for everything. I was wrong to let Robin come between us."

"Forget it. She was your wife and the mother of your boys. For better or worse, as they say." She smiled a forlorn smile. Over the years she too had made hard choices. "Wait right here, I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back, we have so much to talk about." 

As she walked to the pool house I watched her moves. She was in her mid forties, the mother of two teenage girls, and yet she had this great walk, and still had a perfect ass, even without the benefit of heels.

Mom came back with some cans of iced tea and a few plastic water bottles. She walked over and gave the girls a drink and stopped to talk with them. 

Trish came back from the pool house, and as I watched her long, supple body in her elegant bathing suit, I could swear she flashed me a knowing smile. As if to say - I know you are looking at me, and I'm looking at you looking at me. 

I couldn't believe it. I had seen that come-on look before, and it was unmistakable. But to get it from your sister? 

When she got back to the table, she touched my arm, and let her fingers trail across my shoulders as she glided around me to sit in her chair. I felt a chill run up my back. 

"That's a pretty suit," I said as she sat back in the chair and folded her legs. 

"Thanks. It's so hard to get a suit that fits. But I'm glad that I'm too old to wear a two-piece. I always felt so naked in a bikini."

"You're not too old to wear a bikini. There are young girls who would kill to have a figure like yours."

"Please," she protested. 

"I'll bet there are some men who would kill to get their hands on your figure."

"Danny," she shook her head and closed her eyes briefly for emphasis. "If there are, then they aren't beating down my door." 

With that mom came over and ended the awkwardness. "The girls are leaving," Mom revealed as the girls trailed behind her for support. 

"What?" Trish blurted out. "Their Uncle just got here. I'm not driving them home yet."

"Please Mom," Katie implored. "I've got a date tonight with Ryan, and Aileen is seeing Chaz."

"I don't have a date with Chaz. He's just coming over."

"Well that's good, since you have a boyfriend. He shouldn't even be coming over. Does Justin know?" Trish admonished the girl. 

"Mom!" Aileen protested with that teenage tolerant air. 

"Trish, I could drive you home," I said to break the impasse.

"See Uncle Dan could drive you home, and me and Aileen could go home." Katie was quick to pounce on the opportunity. 

"I don't know. That's a big imposition on your Uncle," Trish said to them, but she was looking at me. I got a tingle right down to my cock as our eyes locked together. 

"It's not a problem," I said as I averted my eyes, sensitive to the fact that there were others around. 

"Are you sure?"

I looked back at her. "I'm sure. It will give us more time to reconnect." I got the strangest feeling deep in my groin. It was as if an old girlfriend had come back into my life. Her twinkling eyes continued to speak to me, but what they were saying wasn't clear yet. 

"Good then it's settled. And don't worry Mom, I will drive carefully." Katie said enthusiastically. Trish broke eye contact as she looked at her oldest daughter. 

"You better. And don't make any stops at your girlfriends. Go directly home." She commanded. 

The girls said their goodbyes, and even though Katie was a little distant, Aileen gave me a big hug and kiss. At least one of them doesn't hate me, I thought as my mother walked them to the gate. 

"You have to give Katie some time," Trish said as if she knew what I was thinking. "She'll come around." She looked back to me and smiled. "Why don't you get on your suit, and we can go for a swim."

"Okay. It's back in the car," I said and headed for my vehicle. 

"Where are you going?" My mother asked as I passed her. 

"To put on my swimsuit."

"The door to the condo is open." 

Fifteen minutes later I had my suit on and I was jumping in the pool. Trish was being more lady like, and so used the stairs. She looked like Venus descending into the pool as I squatted in the cool water. 

I watched as first her long legs disappeared, and then I watched her pubic mound cover with water as she lowered herself into the pool. 

"It's cold," she said as her nipples became erect under that skintight suit. 

"It's beautiful," I replied as she dove the rest of the way in. She swam over to me, but stopped just a few feet away. 

"It feels great. I'm not used to getting this much sun." 

"Where did you get such dark skin? Mom and Dad were fair skinned, and look at me; I was born with red hair." 

"I don't know," she answered as she turned on her back and swam away. Her hair now just getting wet. 

"You must have been the mailman's kid." We both smiled. I wish she were the mailman's kid, I thought to myself. Then I wouldn't feel so guilty about feeling this way about her. 

I just sat in the water, my cock getting hard at the sensuality of swimming with a beautiful woman. 

"Remember the nights in the back yard pool?" I asked. 

"Yeah they were nice. Remember the time I dared you to skinny dip?" She laughed as she swam back to me. 

"You still owe me. You said you'd take off yours, if I took off mine."

"That should have taught you not to trust me."

"Yeah, I learned that too late."

She swam up real close to me, and whispered to me before she turned and swam away. "You know I did it."

"Did what?" My ears piqued up. I looked at her lips, which were red and full, and her eyes sparkling and beckoning. Her hair, now dark from being wet, was somehow more alluring because of it, and I could see under the water the distorted image of her round ass in that black swimsuit. 

"After you put your suit back on and went back into the house, I stripped off my bikini, and swam around in the nude."

"Really?"





Reunion Ch. 01



"Yeah. You should have come back."

"And what would you have done if I had?"

"Ha!" She laughed mockingly and swam backwards away from me, kicking a spray of water in my face as she did. 

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, we said our goodbyes to my mom, and headed out to my car. I had changed back into my shorts and polo shirt, and Trish was in a pair of white cotton shorts and a pink scoop neck top that showed a surprising amount of cleavage. 

She looked really hot, but something was wrong. I remembered Trish's style to be classic, and these clothes seemed more trendy and revealing. I just didn't think she would have been comfortable with how she looked. She was not much for flashing her boobs in everyday attire.

Then she turned to walk to the car, and I knew something was up, for I could see right through her shorts and what I saw, which is still fixed in my memory, was a pair of pretty pink panties showing right through her shorts. 

It was adorable, very sexy, and totally unlike something my sister would wear. Trish wouldn't suffer visible panty lines, never mind actually seeing her panties. 

"That's a pretty outfit," I said as we got in my sedan. 

"Ah yeah," she said sarcastically. "Katie took the wrong bag home. She was in such a hurry to leave, that she took my bag instead."

"And these are her clothes," I chuckled.

"Down to the sting bikini panties and the push up bra."

"You are lucky that you can fit into the same size clothes."

"If you could call this fitting. I feel like my breasts are popping out of this blouse, but what is the alternative, going bra-less?"

I just smiled at the thought of her bra-less in that form-fitting blouse, though she looked endearing with her breasts popping out. 

We made small talk on the way to her town. She turned sidesaddle in the passenger seat to talk to me, and her cleavage and long toned legs were constant distractions. 

We passed a restaurant not far from her house that I had been to years before, and I remembered that it had a nice bar. 

"Hey, do you want to go get a drink?"

"You are kidding right? In this outfit?"

"Why, you look great, and what are you going to do all night? The girls have dates, so what are you going to do, sit around all night in your pajamas waiting for them to come home?"

"How do you know I sit around in my pajamas?" She asked playfully. "But you're right. I can't remember the last time I went out for a drink. Okay Dan, let's go."

"Great!" I was ecstatic. I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than to be out with my beautiful sister in that very sexy outfit. It made my night. 

As the sun was just setting behind us, I caught my last glimpse of her sexy pink panties while I held the door for her and she entered the darkened bar. 

I ordered some drinks and appetizers while she called the girls and told them not to wait for her. After a few drinks, I grasped that she wasn't much of a drinker, because she was getting a little tight. 

The night got infinitely better as she lost her inhibitions and became more affectionate. She started with just the touch on my arm to make a point, and that progressed to leaving her hand on my thigh as we talked. It was if, after not talking for eight years, she didn't want to lose the connection between us and so she kept it physically. 

"You know, I should wear push-up bras and low cut blouses more often," she said after her fifth or sixth drink. "I'm getting a lot of attention tonight."

"I'm getting a little jealous," I kidded her, but I had noticed some of the guys at the bar checking her out. 

"Don't worry. I know who is bringing me home tonight."

"Who?" I said sarcastically.

"The bartender. He's cute," she mocked me, but as my grin vanished from my face, she slung her arms around my neck. "Aaah, I'm only kidding ya Dan. I'm going home with you tonight. You're my date." 

We had only been there a couple of hours, but she was slightly out of control, and since she was still my sister, I did the right thing. 

"Bartender," I raised my voice over the room's din, "I'll take the check." 

"What? We're leaving? Why it's still early," she actually started to slur her words. 

"Come on lady, you need to go home," I said reluctantly. 

It was a beautiful night. I drove her home, and then I walked her to her door. She wasn't falling down drunk, she was just cutely drunk; all affectionate and clingy. 

She got the front door open, and then turned around with a flourish to face me. 

"I had a great time tonight, but I'm afraid that I don't kiss on the first date," she laughed thinking that to be very funny. 

"That's okay. I'll wait for the second date." I really didn't imagine that she was going to kiss me goodnight, but then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me right on the lips. 

I instinctively put my arms around her and she felt so seductive as she leaned into me. I was about a half second from slipping her the tongue, when she stood up. "Thanks Danny," she said in a solemn tone. "I really had a good time tonight. The best I had in years. I really missed you."

"I missed you too Trish."

"No, I really mean it. I really missed you, and I want to see you again," she said holding my hands in hers. 

"I'll call you. We'll get together." 

"Good. Maybe you'll get lucky next time." She was obviously very drunk, and I knew she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. 

"Good Night Trish," I said as I walked back down her walk.

"Good Night Danny. I love you."

"I love you too," I said, trying not to be heard by the neighbors. 

There was an attraction between us. It was obvious. I felt it now more than ever, and though we were having fun flirting, I had no delusions that anything physical would ever happen between us. 

It was a fantasy, and 99% of all fantasies don't come true, and should never come true. You are talking about an act that society deems not only abnormal, but also criminal. I didn't even know how I would initiate such a thing. Still, as I drove home from her house I had a tremendous erection that I could barely wait to get home and relieve.

I wanted to call her and see her the next day, but I didn't dare call her too early, since I assumed that she would be nursing a hangover. I waited until after lunch, and when I got her on the line she was still feeling the effects. 

"What did you do to me last night?" She moaned. 

"I didn't do anything. I just paid for the drinks. You drank them."

"I'm just not accustomed to drinking that much."

"I remember days when you used to dance on the bar."

"I never did."

"That wasn't you?"

"No," she said with sternness in her voice. 

"I'm sorry I thought that was you." I sensed some irritability in her.

"Don't confuse me with some slut from your past."

Wow, I thought, that wasn't necessary. Something had changed. We weren't playing the same games we were playing the night before. She must have gotten a case of the guilts. 

"Well, I just wanted to call and see how you were doing."

"I'll be fine. I just need to get over this hangover. I hope that this isn't going to be a common occurrence now that you're back in my life."

"No, I guess not. I'm sorry that you feel that way. I'll talk to you later sis." I hung up the phone without letting her get in the last word. 

At first I was annoyed, but then I came around to the conclusion that she was obviously having pangs of conscience. 

Yesterday, she had not only teased and flirted with me, her own brother, but then she got drunk and kissed me on the lips in a way that no one would consider innocent. Her sense of morality was askew, and she probably felt that she had crossed the line. I knew that lashing out at me was just a natural defense mechanism. 

Well that was short and sweet, I thought. I probably won't talk to her for another eight years, and by then both of us will be too old for sex. I made other plans for the day. 

*****



Reunion Ch. 01



The panties we unremarkable cotton bikini underwear but on her they looked "dead sexy". I pulled them down past her knees and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them kicking the small piece of white fabric aside. I sat back and took her in. Her once flat chest had blossomed into a nice pair of well formed breasts. Her skin was smooth and her thin hips had widened. There was no way she'd ever get mistaken for a boy again.

For the life of me I couldn't remember why I'd never made a move on her before. I looked into her eyes and that same shy smile came to her lips. I smiled back as I leaned forward to kiss her navel. I wanted to savor her but I could hardly control myself. I spread her pussy lips loving the feel of her warm wetness on my fingers, then I dipped my head lower and tasted her for the first time. 

Her heady scent engulfed me, I almost felt drunk, but I'd only had one full drink. My first one was probably still sitting on the path at the club. I stuck out my tongue and licked her clit. She bucked her hips against my lips while gripping my head and trying to force me closer. I licked her clit again harder this time and I didn't let up. I sucked the sensitive little nub between my lips and lashed it rapidly with my tongue. Nora was shuddering and moaning, She pinched and tugged her own nipples as I continued to eat her pussy. I slipped one finger into her pussy for a moment, once it was well lubricated I removed it and stuck it in her tight ass. 

That sent her over the edge, She was pretty vocal as she arched against me I had to circle my free arm around her waist to steady her and myself. After she calmed I moved back on the bed pulling her on top of me. We kissed again giggling like school girls. I rolled over on top of her and then stood taking off my stockings garters and shoes and panties, she sat up and watched me then removed her own shoes. I lay back down on my side facing her. She stroked my cheek as I ran my fingers along the velvety skin on her arm. 

There were a lot of unanswered questions but for now I was content to just lie next to this woman who'd been my best friend and confidant. I hadn't planned it but we'd fallen asleep like that. When I woke she was in my arms with one leg strewn across my hips. I wondered what time it was, I didn't want to disturb her so I just lay there looking at her face, and re-memorizing her features.

Part Two Is in the works. Please vote and send feedback.



Reunion Ch. 01



We meet at our old high school – a place where no one will expect us, and one we both know. It's the middle of July, so there's no one at the school, and there wouldn't be anyone there anyways, at the time we're there. By the time I make it to Albuquerque after the drive from Denver, it's nearing 5:00 in the evening. We meet in the parking lot, quite familiar to both of us, although they've made some changes to the area. Looks like a new fence, new letters on the building, and they've re-paved the parking lot. Not big changes, but it looks less ghetto than it used to. 

I pull into the parking lot, and I see you've already arrived. You're sitting on the hood of your car in khaki shorts, a navy blue t-shirt, and sandals. Your hair is blowing a little in the breeze, and a warm feeling washes over me just seeing you again. There's nothing like seeing my best friend for the first time in years.

I park next to you, the butterflies beginning to flutter in my stomach. I always have butterflies when I know I'm going to see you. Kind of ironic, because you're the one person I'm most comfortable with. I catch your eye after I turn off the car. You have a little grin on your face that's only a hint of the weekend you have planned. Even from the distance we are apart, I can see that you've grown since I saw you last. You've put on a lot of muscle, making your arms beautifully built. Your arms, legs, and face are a gorgeous bronze color you've gotten from the summer Albuquerque sun. Your grin turns into a welcoming smile when I step out of the car. I'm wearing a white fitted top with no bra – they're so uncomfortable to travel in – and a pair of short, but not too short, denim shorts. I've got my hair up in a messy pony tail, just enough to keep it off my neck while I was driving. I try to play it cool, but I have to give in and run over to where you're sitting. The hug that follows lasts at least five minutes. We have missed one another so much that we don't want to let go. There have been so many times in the last few years that I've longed for your comfort, your touch, your therapeutic hugs – I want to catch it all up now. 

Finally, our hug breaks and I ask if we can go check into the hotel first so that I can freshen up a bit. It's been a long drive, and I have a nicer outfit I'd like to put on before dinner. We're staying at the courtyard Marriott for the weekend. We talked about staying somewhere cheap, but ended up deciding to splurge to make the weekend nice. I follow you to the hotel – it's one I've always wanted to stay at. Its outside has always been intriguing to me, as it actually looks like it belongs in New Mexico. Rather than a boring concrete building, it's got brown stucco and a notched roof, like some of the old Santa Fe houses. It will definitely be a good weekend. 

We check into the hotel and make our way up to the room. You follow me off the elevator and say, "It's room number 210." I find the room and try to get out of the way so you can open the door, but you surprise me. Your left hand grabs my right hip and pushes my back against the door of the room. I giggle, and you smile that beautiful smile of yours. You reach with your right hand to unlock the door, and bring your face closer to mine. I can feel your breath on my lips, and you brush my mouth with yours ever so lightly. We give each other knowing smiles and the door opens behind me.

The hotel room is exquisite. You've booked a suite, so there is a living area with a couch and television, and a coffee table with a dozen roses placed in the middle. There's also a kitchen, with full amenities – a refrigerator you've stocked with food for the weekend, including the makings for hot fudge sundaes, my favorite. I flash you a smile and walk into the bedroom to put my things away. I hear you doing something in the kitchen, and a few moments later you come into the bedroom with two glasses of white wine. It's nice to relax with you. We lie down on the bed and drink our wine while catching up on the latest in our lives. I finish my wine quickly, feeling its effects already; I've always been a lightweight. I set the glass down gently on the bedside table and snuggle in closer to you. I've always loved being held by you. We lie on the bed for what seems like hours, my head on your arm and our two available hands entwined. 

After sitting in the comfortable silence for a while, something invisible pulls our mouths together. We both feel it – this force that we must succumb to. I kiss you gingerly, realizing the hunger I've had for this all along. I wrap my right hand around your neck and pull you closer to me. I run my fingers through your soft hair. I can feel your strong hands on my back as you caress and massage at the same time. I feel you raise my shirt and you touch the soft skin at the small of my back -- this sends chills up my spine.

You pull my shirt over my head and release my breasts. For a moment you break our kiss to look at me, smiling. I have tan lines over my 34-C breasts, but it's obvious that my swimsuit is just enough to cover what it has to. You lower your mouth onto my neck, and kiss and nibble your way along my collar bone, down the left side of my chest, to my left breast. The touch of your lips feels so exquisite against my skin that I have to stop everything I'm doing just to enjoy it, in anticipation of your mouth on my nipple. You know this, so you tease me. You kiss lightly around the perimeter of my breast, sending goosebumps all over my body. My nipples are standing at full attention, waiting to be warmed by your tongue. 

Finally I can't take it anymore, so I put my hand behind your head and guide you to my left nipple. I almost cum just from the relief and ecstasy of your mouth on my breast. You switch to the other breast, which is ready for your attention as well. Meanwhile, my hands work their way down to your shirt and pull it over your head, breaking our connection for a brief moment. After a warm kiss to my waiting lips, you move back down my neck, down my chest to my breasts. You liked the reaction you got before. I reach down to my shorts and unfasten them, and then unfasten yours. I can feel you grin with my nipple in your mouth as you reach down to my waistband, pull my hips up, and remove my shorts and panties with one swift motion. I giggle as I come bouncing back down upon the bed. I've shaved my mound for this special occasion, because I remember that it's something you've said you like. You touch me softly with your fingertip and look up at me and grin. 

I sit up, and you let yourself be turned over onto your back as I kiss and nibble my way down your neck. I'm sure to cover every inch of skin between your neck and your waistband with soft kisses. I hear you let out a little gasp when I lick your hip right above your shorts. Hmmm...a sensitive spot. I'll have to remember that for later. I remove your shorts and boxers quickly; no need for those right now. I look at you. In the 14 years we've been friends, we've never been naked together before. Neither one of us has ever been able to put a good reason on why it never happened. But it's happening now, and it feels more right and more comfortable than anyone I've ever been with. I can see the same comfort in your eyes, as well as the same hunger I feel. 

I lean down to your mouth and kiss you whole-heartedly. I'm almost crying because I've wanted this for so long. Your right hand reaches up and runs through my hair. I've kept it medium length, dark brown with blonde highlights. Your left hand reaches down to my waist and pulls me on top of you. I straddle your midsection, laying down on top of you so my breasts touch your chest. After one more long kiss, I rise up on my arms and maneuver myself so you can slip inside me. We're such a perfect fit that it takes almost no adjustment at all. You close your eyes and smile as you feel my muscles tighten around you. You've been waiting a long time for this too. 

You open your eyes and look directly into mine. I slowly start to move, keeping your gaze the entire time. I lean down and kiss you deeply, our tongues dancing together so effortlessly, it's like they have a script to follow. I feel you moving inside me, filling me with your hardness. You put your hands on my shoulders, pulling me down so I can grind my clitoris on your pubic bone. I throw my head back in ecstasy; you feel so good inside me. Your hands move from my shoulders to my breasts and you massage each of them tenderly, but with enough force that I know you're feeling as good as I am. I can see the lust in your eyes and I lean down and kiss you again. I could kiss you forever; we fit so well together. Your hands move back to my shoulders and push down just a little bit. I let out a small yelp of pleasure as you hit just the right spot. You push down again, but don't let up this time. I begin grinding on your cock again, the tension building in my clit. I look deep into your eyes, and you can tell I'm about to cum. 

We smile at each other because we know the pleasure that's coming, and we're ready for it. I want to cum with you though, so I ask if you're ready. Your response is simply "Hell yeah," and with that I begin grinding harder and harder until we hit our climax together and simultaneously yell out "OH GOD." I feel you throbbing inside me as you shudder until your orgasm has subsided. Your arms fall to my hips and you finally relax. I smile at the gorgeous man I see before me that should have been mine long ago. I lie down on top of you, giving you one last kiss before I get ready for dinner.



Reunion Ch. 01



Trudy Ford sighed as she absentmindedly scrolled through her list of favorite places online. She was bored. Utterly, completely, undeniably bored. All her roommates had gone home for the weekend, leaving her alone in the apartment trying to think of something to pass the time. Of course, there were many a party going on around the apartment complex that was only inhabited by fellow students of Trudy's school, some being thrown by acquaintances of hers, but Trudy was never one for the whole wild and crazy drunken fun kind of thing. She was more of a laid back, small gathering of friends kind of person, so of course, that just left her sitting in front of her computer, alone, on a Friday night. Trudy shifted her eyes and looked at the pictures tacked onto the wall behind her computer. There weren't many, just a few pictures she had put up to look at if she ever wanted to take a quick break from studying. There were pictures of her family, friends of the family, and some of her friends from high school. She smiled at the sight of one of the pictures that had herself and three of her good girl friends posing around one of her good guy friends. Then her eyes went to the picture right next to it which held the image of her best friend, then the one below it, and that was when she stopped. That particular picture held the image of Jay Washington. She sighed softly and tried to look away, but she couldn't. Jay was one of her friends, although she wouldn't consider him a 'good friend' seeing as they hadn't spoken to each other since the last day of senior year. 

Trudy had been head over heels for Jay for the majority of their senior year. At times she wondered if it was love. She always told herself that their was no way a perfect male like himself would go for someone like herself-awkward, overweight, short-and she was right. When Jay found out how she felt about him, he was upset that he had to hurt her because he in fact did not feel the same. Trudy just put on a smile and did her best to move on. She never tried to make him feel uncomfortable, even if she herself felt awful-especially when he started dating someone and she'd see them together. After high school ended and she moved from New York to Pennsylvania for college, she did her best to forget about him and look for love interests in school, but no one caught her eye.

Trudy blinked and tore her eyes away from Jay's picture and forced herself to look at her computer screen. She sighed and put her hand on the computer mouse. She hovered the white arrow cursor over the X box and shut down her internet server program. Trudy stood up from her desk chair, slowly, feeling her muscles expand with joy of actual movement. She let out a soft yawned and reached for her pack of cigarettes that sat on the corner of her desk. She then put the small rectangular package in her pocket and found her lighter and keys. She shuffled out of her room and slipped on her shoes that were placed right by the door. Trudy exited her front door and pulled out a cigarette. She lit the cigarette and took the first puff. She watched as the smoke slowly danced with the wind as she exhaled. Watching the smoke curve and bend before it disappeared made her think about who she was and how she had allowed herself to change over the time she was in college. Once she arrived in college, she told herself she wanted a change. Thinking it would end the long stretch of lonely nights, she began to exercise and eat wisely to the point that when she last saw her mother during spring vacation, she needed a whole new wardrobe because of all the weight she lost. She was still the same shy, quiet and awkward girl, but she figured that was something that would forever be a part of her. 

Trudy took another puff off her cigarette. She absentmindedly walked down the stairs that led down to the main sidewalk and began to slowly walk down the sidewalk, her mind wandering to different places and people. She walked to the end of the sidewalk then turned around and began walking the other way. 

"Excuse me," came a voice. She stopped and turned around, seeing a tall African American male standing behind her. In the darkness she couldn't make out his facial features but she figured it was just some guy who lived in one of the apartments. "Can I bum a cigarette off of you?" He asked. 

"Yeah, sure." Trudy said. She pulled out a cigarette and offered it to him.

"Thanks." He said. He graciously took the cigarette and placed the filtered tip between his lips. "Got a light?" He asked. Trudy reached into her pocket and produced her lighter. The guy took it and lit the cigarette. "Thanks again." He smiled. Trudy gave him a half smile and nodded. The guy took a drag off the cigarette and turned his face away as he blew out the smoke. He handed her back the lighter. "So, you live here?" He asked. Trudy inwardly sighed. She had intended to continue on with her walking, but it seemed like this guy wanted to engage in some sort of conversation.

"Yeah." She said, figuring the polite thing to do was reply. "You?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Nah." He said. "I go to Temple, my roommate actually has a girlfriend who lives here and he dragged me down here so he would have some company during the two hour drive." He chuckled. Trudy's ears perked up at the mention of the university in Philadelphia. 

"You go to Temple?"

"Yeah."

"I know someone who goes there." 

"Do you? What's the person's name? Maybe I know them." 

"Uh, doubtful, isn't Temple like a huge ass school?" She asked, chuckling slightly. The guy laughed.

"Hey, you never know."

"OK, fine, his name is Jay. Jay Washington." She said. She heard silence. "I figured you didn't know him." She said, shrugging. 

"Uh……I'm Jay Washington." He said. Trudy's face paled. She blinked and turned to fully face him, realizing she hadn't really look too closely at his face. Sure enough, it was Jay. The very face she had been looking at on her wall mere moments before. He did look a little different, his hair was shorter and he had a little bit of stubble on his face in the shape of a goatee. "Who are you?" He asked. Trudy felt her heart racing at the speed of light. She had no idea what to say now that she was face to face with him. 

"Uh…….No………..Sorry, the uh……Jay I know is…….Uh………White." She lied. "I guess it's a common name." She said. Jay looked at her with a furrowed brow. "What?"

"You do look familiar." 

"I must have one of those faces." Trudy shrugged. "I've gotta go." She said. She went to turn around.

"Hang on." He said. Trudy sighed and looked at him. He gave her a smile. Trudy nearly melted. Even after not seeing him for a year, his smile still got to her. "Well, you know my name, so it's only fair that you tell me yours." He said. 

"Tru." She blurted out.

"Glad you see it my way." Jay said. Trudy laughed.

"No, no. My name is Tru." She said. 

"Okay, that's just weird." Jay said.

"What?"

"Well, the person you remind me of, her name was Tru……Well, Trudy actually."

"I know." She blurted out without thinking. Jay blinked. 

"You know?" 

"Well……..I………I'm Trudy." She said. Jay looked at her. Trudy rolled her eyes. "Ford…….We went to High School together, we were in the same senior English class first semester, and I had you read one of the characters in the scene I wrote for that class…." She said as she stomped out her cigarette.

"Trudy?" Jay asked, astonished. He dropped his cigarette and went over to her. Before Trudy could respond, Jay grabbed her in a tight hug and lifted her off the ground. "Oh man, it's great to see you." He said. Trudy closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of his arms around her. Jay slowly put her back down and stepped back. Trudy opened her eyes. "What happened to you? You look so…….Different…." He said.

"I lost some weight." Trudy said, shrugging.

"Trudy, you look hot."

"………Wow, thanks for saying I looked like the back end of a horse in high school…" Trudy said. Jay laughed.

"You know that's not what I meant." He said. He gave her another hug. This time Trudy had time to respond as she hugged him back. 

"I know, I know. Thanks. You look good too." She said. She paused and then smacked his shoulder. "And, hey! Since when do you smoke? Weren't you the one who said it's a bad habit that time you saw me smoking outside of school?" She asked. Jay sighed and shrugged.

"I just started a few months ago, stressed about mid-terms, you know." He said.

"Uh huh." Trudy said, crossing her arms. Jay simply gave her a grin, which caused Trudy to laugh. 

"Hey, you want to go somewhere and talk or something? You know, catch up?" He asked. 

"Sure." Trudy said. "My apartment's just down the block, we could go there." She offered. 

"Sounds great. Let me just go tell my roommate." He said. Trudy nodded. Jay went and walked up to one of the apartments and disappeared inside. Trudy stood back and went over what just happened. Jay was there…….And she was about to take him to her apartment……….She cleared her throat in an attempt to remain calm. A few minutes later, Jay returned. 

"Okay, let's go." He said. Trudy smiled and nodded. She led him down to her building and up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door and slid off her shoes. "Take your shoes off," she said. "One of my roommates is a stickler about shoes on the carpet." She said. "Of course, none of them are here but-"

"Got it." Jay said with a smile. Trudy laughed and walked to the kitchen. 

"You want anything to drink? I've got water and…….Well, water…" She said, giving him a sheepish look. 

"Water's fine." He said. Trudy nodded and got two cups from the cabinet. She pulled a plastic pitcher from the refrigerator and filled the two cups with cold water. Jay came over and took one of the cups. After she put the pitcher back in the refrigerator, Trudy took the remaining cup and led him to her bedroom. Trudy sat at the edge of her bed as Jay took a seat at her desk chair.

"So, how have you been?" She asked him. Jay shrugged.

"All right I guess, you know, the year's has its ups and downs, the usual." He said. Trudy nodded thoughtfully. 

"And how's……..uh………What's her name…….."

"Claire?" He asked, understanding she meant the girl he had started dating last they saw each other. "Uh, all right, I guess." He said. "We broke up a week ago." He said.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Trudy said.

"No, it's okay." He said. He sighed. "She had been complaining for a while about this whole long distance thing so last weekend I shelled out the Greyhound fare and wanted to surprise her but, well, she surprised me when I saw her walking down the street with some guy." Trudy gave him a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry." She said. Jay gave her a smile. "Well, maybe it was her brother……..or cousin….."

"Tru," he said. "I doubt it. I mean, the way they were kissing……."

"Ok, ok, I got it……How about a subject change?" She said. Jay smiled and nodded. The two of them spent an hour talking about how things were going for them in the past year and then talked about old memories from high school. 

"You know," Jay began, finishing the last of his water. "I still remember that notebook." He said. Trudy hid a wince and then feigned ignorance.

"Notebook? What notebook?" She asked. 

"You know, the one Rachel gave to me, it was from you and it had all those poems in it…..About me…" He said, trying to jog her memory.

"Oh….That notebook." Trudy said. She drank some water. "Well, I'm going to get a refill, you want one?" She asked. Jay shook his head. He looked at her.

"I really did like them." He said, talking about the poems. Trudy looked down. 

"Yeah, just not the person who wrote them." Trudy muttered. Jay looked at her. Trudy sighed and stood up. She made her way to the kitchen to refill her cup. She stood against the counter and downed the entire cup. She sighed and filled the cup again. She slowly walked back to the room to find Jay sitting on her bed looking through her yearbook. He looked up at her and set the book aside. 

"Are you okay?" He asked. Trudy set her cup down and waved a dismissive hand.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She said. She went and sat beside him. "I just……" She took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "That notebook…..The things I wrote in it……..It just………It was my feelings and I just felt so insecure and everything about it that I couldn't even give it to you myself. I just felt so vulnerable about it."

"I'm sor-"

"No, Jay, don't. I never blamed you for your response to it. I mean, you couldn't control how you felt about me, just like I can't control how I feel about you." She paused as she heard what she said. "I mean like I COULDN'T control how I FELT about you." She amended quickly. She looked down as she fidgeted with her fingers and then looked back up to him. "I'm just glad you didn't feel weird about it, you know? Like, we were still able to be friends." Jay smiled. He reached over and pulled her into a tight hug. After a long while, he slowly pulled away. His arms were still around her, albeit loosely. He stared into her eyes. Trudy looked away, feeling nervous and self conscious. "Anyway…" She said, trying to clear some awkwardness from the air. She looked up and saw that Jay was still staring at her. His intense gaze made her shiver slightly, unsure what was going on. Her breath caught in her throat as Jay slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Trudy's eyes widened. Ok, she thought. What's going on here? It was like a dream come true, for such a long time all she wanted was for Jay to hold her and kiss her, and now it was actually happening. She slowly put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back as her eyes drifted shut. Jay took this as an invitation and seconds later Trudy felt his soft velvety tongue sweep past her lips. She got the idea and parted her lips. His tongue slid into her mouth as hers just slowly swept past it. 

Trudy slowly leaned backwards on her bed, pulling him on top of her, which he didn't seem to mind. Jay slowly slid a hand up the side of her shirt, his fingers brushing up against the back strap of her bra. Trudy moaned gently, reveling in the feeling of someone's hands on her skin. Jay's lips slowly traveled down to her pulse point and he began to suck on the tender flesh. This went on for a while as Trudy withered beneath him. She blinked and stared up at her ceiling, trying to make her head clear a bit. In all her dreams and fantasies of this moment, it didn't exactly seem like this. This felt too rushed, too desperate. 

"Wait." She said softly. Jay didn't hear her. His lips found their way back to hers and he went to kiss her again. Trudy gently put her hands on his chest and pushed. "Hang on." She said. Jay kissed her. Trudy pushed him back. "Stop." She said. Jay looked at her.

"Is something wrong?" He asked. Trudy sat up; forcing Jay to slid off of her and sit beside her. Trudy pulled her shirt back down and fixed it. She then smoothed her hair down. She looked at Jay.

"No, I'm fine." She lied. Jay smiled. He leaned in and went to kiss her. Trudy quickly rose to her feet and moved to her desk. 

"Tru?" 

"Have you been drinking?" She asked.

"Just water." Jay said. "What's the problem?"

"Did you take some sort of illegal substance or something?" She asked.

"No." He chuckled. Trudy paused.

"Oh." She said in a knowing tone.

"Oh? What 'oh'?" He asked. 

"I'm the rebound." She said. 

"What?" Jay asked.

"I'm the rebound. You just broke up with your girlfriend a week ago, you've gone through the mourning period and now you're ready for the rebound."

"Trudy-"

"I mean, why else would you-"

"What?" Jay asked. "What?" He slowly got up and walked over to her. "Why else would I what?"

"Forget it." She said. She stepped past him and walked out of the room. Jay followed. 

"Forget what?" He asked, profoundly irritated. Trudy stopped by the door. 

"I think you should go."

"What?"

"Will you stop saying what!" Trudy groaned. 

"I will as soon as you stop acting crazy." Jay said. 

"I'm not acting crazy. That….What we just did, that was me being crazy, this, this is me being sane." She said. Jay's face fell.

"But what about-"

"It was a year ago, Jay." Trudy said.

"But you said-"

"It was a slip."

"Well, you know what Freud said about slips, right?" Jay said. Trudy rolled her eyes. She picked up his shoes and shoved them at him. 

"Goodbye, Jay, it was nice seeing you, really. How about we save the rest for the ten year reunion?" She asked as she shoved him out the door. Jay stared at her wide eyed as she slammed the door in his face. Trudy sighed and leaned against the door. Jay blinked a couple of times and slowly put his shoes on. He sighed as he walked back over to his roommate's girlfriend's apartment. Trudy peaked out of the view hole and saw that he was gone. "…….What did I just do?" She wondered out loud. Trudy quickly ran and picked up the cordless phone as she dialed a number by heart. She placed the receiver by her ear as she heard rings. "Come on, pick up the phone." She muttered.

"Hello?" Came a voice.

"I think I just did something incredibly stupid." Trudy blurted out. There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Trudy?" Asked a voice. Trudy winced.

"Oh…Hi……Uh, Mrs. Cooke." She said, realizing Rachel's mother had answered. "Is….Uh…..Rachel home?" She asked. Mrs. Cooke laughed gently.

"Yes, hang on a second, dear." She said. Trudy tapped her foot gently as she waited. 

"Hello?" 

"Rach?" Trudy asked, wanting to make sure. 

"Yeah. Hey, Tru, what's up?"

"I just did something incredibly stupid."

"What? What's wrong?" Trudy sighed and told her best friend that she met up with Jay and they talked.

"Wait, wait…….You're saying that Jay……as in the love of your life, Jay, showed up and you two talked?" Rachel asked. "Wow, small world. Okay, then what?" 

"Well…..We talked about that notebook…….And we kissed……."

"You WHAT!" Rachel exclaimed. "Oh my gosh, Trudy! That's great!" She paused. Trudy could sense the sneaky smile coming on her best friend's face. "Then what happened?" She asked.

"Not that!" Trudy yelled. "Geez."

"Oh come on, you've been obsessed with this guy-"

"I have not."

"-for over a year." Rachel said, continuing her sentence. "You're going to actually tell me that all you did was kiss?" Trudy sighed. "Oh boy, what happened?"

"What makes you think something happened?"

"That sigh, that's the 'something happened' sigh. So, if it wasn't sex, then what happened?"

"I threw him out."

"What? Why? Did he try something? Trudy, did he hurt you? I'll castrate him, I'll-"

"Down girl." Trudy said, trying to calm her best friend's protective murderous tone. "He didn't try anything……I just…….Sort of……Freaked."

"Freaked?"

"I just…..It felt…..Weird…"

"What felt weird? His-"

"Rachel!" Trudy groaned, rolling her eyes. "No sex or semi-sex things happened, can we move on?"

"Ok, ok, sorry, what felt weird?"

"It just felt like he was kissing me for the wrong reasons. I mean…..He and Claire broke up a week ago and he did say earlier I 'looked hot', so.." Trudy said, her voice trailing off.

"You're thinking that you're the rebound and also that all he's seeing in you is purely physical seeing as last time he said he didn't feel the same way about you as you did for him." Trudy was silent. "I'll take that as a 'Yes Rachel, you are correct'."

"Well, duh, you're my best friend and you're a psych major, what hope do I have from keeping anything from you?"

"True, true." Rachel said. "So, if you're so sure about this assessment, why do you think you just did something entirely stupid?"

"Well, I mean, like you said, he's the 'love of my life', maybe I shouldn't care about why he's kissing me, and just go with the flow."




Reunion Ch. 01



"You and I both know that that's not you. You want the whole emotional connection thing, which, hey, not a bad thing. Don't sell yourself short." Rachel paused. Trudy could tell there was something more.

"What?"

"Well, Jay never struck me as the type to sort of use girls like that. He has more respect for people then that."

"So….Are you saying I just made a total fool out of myself for nothing?" Trudy sighed. After talking to Rachel for about another hour, Trudy bid her best friend farewell so she could reflect privately on the evening's events. She sighed and took a cold shower, still reeling from Jay's kisses and touches before going to bed. Not to far away, in another apartment, Jay laid on Dylan's, his roommate, girlfriend's couch. He hadn't really talked to her much, but he did know that her name was Beth. He wore a t-shirt and boxers as he lay on the couch, staring up at the living room ceiling, thinking about Trudy. He sighed as he closed his eyes. He wasn't sure what it was that made him kiss her like that. It didn't feel like the desperation that came along with needing rebound. There was desperation, but not that kind. 

Maybe it was lust…….Maybe it was some inkling of curiosity that had lingered in the back of his head ever since he found out how she felt in high school. Maybe he just always wondered what it would've been like to kiss her. Granted, the Trudy he had just kissed wasn't the same Trudy he knew back then, at least not physically. 

Maybe seeing her look so different made that tiny inkling come out, which made him act upon it. Jay sighed as his head went to when they first saw each other that night. Even after Trudy had realized who he was, she was still hesitant to reveal her own identity. Was she offended that he didn't recognize her? Did she just not want to see him or speak to him? No, that couldn't be it. They left on good terms in high school and even a few hours earlier, when they got to her apartment, they did spend an hour talking. Things were civil, friendly even. He sighed. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to just act on his impulse like that. He hadn't seen Trudy for a year and they had only been reconnecting for an hour before he was basically checking her cavities with his tongue. Jay took a deep breath and willed himself to sleep, determined to talk to Trudy in the morning.




Reunion Ch. 01



I wouldn't have come to the reunion if I'd known he would be there.

I wouldn't have come, and I wouldn't be wearing this damned short blue skirt, either.

I was let into Liz's apartment, all smiles, with a bottle of merlot in one hand and the other free for hugs and handshakes. There were so many people, some I hadn't seen in years. We'd been a close-knit group in college, and kept in touch on the Internet for the past three years since graduation. And Liz was wonderful enough to host a party. It was so great to see everyone. Everyone except—

"Jack. What are you doing here?" I breathed, shocked to see him appear next to me. 

He stood there, grinning, as he looked me up and down slowly. His dark eyes sparkled mischievously. "That's no way to greet an old friend. Don't I get a hug as well?" Without waiting, he pulled me into his arms, hands caressing my back. "I missed you, Hilary," he whispered.

I pulled away angrily. "I wish I could say the same for you." I tugged at my flared skirt, trying in vain to make it cover more of my legs. "I thought you weren't coming." 

He laughed. "It was a last minute thing."

He hadn't changed at all since I'd last seen him. Same wiry, thin frame, belying his strength. Same grace in his movements. His dark hair fell in his dark Spanish eyes they same way they always had. He wasn't tall, but towered over my five feet and three inches, and he tried to rest his chin on top of my head as he put an arm around my waist.

"Jesus Christ, Jack, I told you, you could come only if you left Hilary alone," Liz reprimanded.

"Why did you let him come at all?" I demanded.

Liz turned her glare to me. "He's one of my friends, too, Hil. Try to play nice."

And then she was gone, leaving me at Jack's mercy once again.

He gave me a wolfish grin. "Now why would I leave you alone when the whole reason I came was for you?"

I turned on him. "Jack, I'm serious. I haven't spoken to you in years for a reason. Leave me alone."

He looked as though I'd slapped him. He seemed to have thought I would welcome him back with open arms. "Fine," he huffed, and skulked away.

He kept his word, too. At least for a while. He stayed on the other side of the room from me at all times. He even pulled our friend Janet into his lap and whispered into her ear as she giggled and looked at him seductively, but his gaze was firmly fixed on me. I turned away from them, disgusted, and made my gin and tonic stronger.

As always happened when my college friends got together and alcohol was present, people invariably started pairing off (tripling off, even, in one case). I looked up from a conversation with Liz to see Jack leading Janet by the hand to one of the empty bedrooms.

"What the fuck is he doing with her," I muttered under my breath.

Liz turned to see what I was looking at. "Well, you pushed him away."

I blushed. "No, I just mean—I'm just concerned about him. She's a total slut."

Liz rolled her eyes.

An hour or so later, Jack was back at my side, strong hands on my waist. "How come you don't like me anymore, Hilary?" he murmured into my ear. His breath smelled of wine.

I ignored the question. "What happened to Janet?"

"I bit her. She didn't like that." I could hear the amusement in his voice. He nuzzled my ear and nipped at it. "Not like you, hm?"

I gasped as I tried to pull away, but his hands held tighter. "I'm not like that anymore," I protested.

"Right, of course you're not, you're a good little girl," he said softly, dangerously. "You wouldn't ever dream of letting the big bad sadist bite you, no, not at all."

"Leave me alone," I said, but I didn't even sound convincing to myself. His low voice was lulling me into some kind of trance.

"You haven't changed, I know you haven't," he continued, his lips brushing against my neck. "If you're so sweet and innocent, what's this skirt for?" His hands moved down from my waist, finding the end of the material. "Who were you trying to seduce, Hil? Mike? Scott? Who?"

"Nobody," I mumbled

His hands moved up along my bare skin. "Are you so sure," he continued, "that you knew I wasn't going to be here? Maybe you wore it for… me?" He punctuated the end of his question by lightly biting my neck.

The feel of his teeth snapped me back to reality. 

"Fuck no." I wriggled out of his grasp. "Find someone else to be your bitch, because you're not pulling me into this again."

He pretended to pout. "But Hillary, you know that you're my favorite bitch."

I scowled and stomped my foot. "I'm not your bitch!"

The room went silent. Everyone stared.

After a moment, Liz made her way through the crowd. "Hillary, can I talk to you for a sec?"

She pulled me into the hallway. "Look, I'm really sorry that Jack's here, I know how uncomfortable he makes you."

"I just wish I knew beforehand, so I could—

"Not show up?" She half smiled. "Look, he's crashing here until his new apartment becomes available, since I've definitely got the space. So I couldn't not invite him. And I knew if I told you, you wouldn't come."

"That isn't fair!" I protested. "He harasses me!"

"I know, and I'm sorry. But just avoid him. He's harmless, you know that. It's not like he's going to rape you."

I said nothing. Harmless, my ass.

"Look, you loved him at one time, right? So surely you can find it in you to tolerate him for a couple hours."

"Fine," I huffed.

Liz must have talked to Jack as well, because he stayed away. He sat on the other side of the room, alternately sipping at his glass of wine and staring intently at me. It was unsettling, like he could see right through me. And right through my clothing.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. During a lull in the conversation, I made my way to his side. "Stop it," I hissed.

"Stop what?" He smiled lazily, knowingly. 

"You know. Staring at me. Like that," I added, when he fixed his gaze on me again.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Bull shit you don't. You're trying to make me feel uncomfortable."

"Aroused was more what I was going for."

I almost laughed. "Honey, it takes a lot more than a look to get me going. You know that."

I immediately regretted saying it as soon as I saw the sudden shift in Jack's face. His eyes were dark, dangerous. "Oh yeah?" he questioned mockingly, running a single elegant finger along my arm. I trembled involuntarily. "What does it take, Hillary?" His finger ran up to my neck, tracing the small hollows there. "None of my old tricks seem to be working anymore…" he trailed off, nuzzling my ear. A small moan escaped my mouth unbidden when he lightly bit the cartilage. "Or are they?" he murmured in my ear.

His low voice lulled me into complacency. I allowed him to continue the assault on my ear. I buried my face into his leather jacket, closed my eyes and breathed in his scent—almost musty, like an attic, like old comfortable sweaters, like college years spent happily handcuffed to his dorm room bed, his grinning face above me. His kisses drifted down my neck, tasting me as one of my hands tangled itself in his hair and the other explored his lean torso. 

His hand found its earlier position on my thigh, right where my skirt started, and moved dangerously higher, tracing small circles on my inner thigh. I sighed and leaned into him as his other hand found my breast, biting back a small moan as he pinched my nipple.

"No bra," he breathed, so only I could hear. "You are just the same."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, my breath now ragged. I ran a hand up his thigh—dark jeans, as always—to where I could feel how much he wanted me. God, he was hard. I bit my lip as I remembered how he looked under those jeans. I ran my thumb along the zipper.

He let out a low, throaty growl and attacked my neck, sinking his teeth in, carefully at first, then with more pressure. He twitched slightly under my palm. I squeezed him gently, through the denim, and he bit harder. I had to hold back another moan. It was so good, so familiar, so—

Wrong.

I pulled away with a start, getting up, stuttering, apologizing. "I- I can't, Jack. I'm so sorry." I backed away carefully, not able to take my eyes off of him, off of the confusion and something else—hurt, maybe?—I saw in his eyes. "Must've had too much to drink," I mumbled, before I turned and ran for the bathroom.

I wanted to vomit, but I knew it wasn't from the two G&Ts I'd had. How did I let him get to me? How could I be so easily wrapped around his finger? Made to want him? I felt even sicker as I realized it—I had definitely wanted him. It was wrong. He was sick, a pervert. And if I wanted him, that made me just as sick and perverted as he was. 

I splashed cold water on my face and breathed deeply. "It isn't your fault, Hil," I told myself. "He just has some kind of demented power over you, left over from when you dated." Not my fault. I looked up into the mirror and saw my eyes about ready to fill up with tears. Not my fault.

There was a knock at the door. "I'm in here," I called.

The door flew open. Before I could say a word, before I could even fully spin around, Jack effortlessly hooked one arm around my waist, shut the door behind him, and slammed my back up against the door.

"You can't leave me like that," he panted, and kissed me hard, breathless; demanding more as he opened his mouth to possess mine. I had no choice but to return his kisses with increasing ardor. "God, you can't…" he gasped for air between kisses. "…can't leave me…"

I felt dizzy, light-headed. Maybe I really had drank too much. 

"I still think about you. All the time," he confessed in a low voice, nuzzling my neck, still effectively pinning me against the door. I couldn't help but shift slightly against him where he was still so incredibly hard.

He closed his eyes and groaned, grabbing me around the waist and clutching me even closer to him. My sense came back to me, and I pushed him away slightly. "Jack, I…"

"I just can't forget you," he continued, seeming not to hear.

"You're just drunk," I told him, although I could tell from the look in his eye—there was a distance, a pain there, beyond the normal sparkle—that it wasn't just alcohol talking.

"Even if I was, it wouldn't matter. I'd want you either way."

"Jack, we've been over this a thousand times, I just can't be the person you want anymore."

"You've always been the person I want. Just give me one more chance." He wasn't begging; it was more of a statement, with an assumed agreement. "I just want to see if I can… change your mind." He wrapped his hand in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck, and trailed the tip of his tongue up it slowly.

The problem in dealing with Jack was that he knew what drove me crazy. I couldn't keep back my groan.

He grinned that devilish grin of his and bit down on my neck, hard. I gasped and clutched at him for dear life, sinking my fingernails into his back. But in the pain there was that familiar wash of pleasure. And in the fear of him, there was that familiar rush, that high.

He grabbed both of my wrists in his left hand and held them firmly above my head, against the wall. I protested, but was no match for him physically. "I just love you all stretched out and helpless, like this," he murmured, his eyes ravaging me. His other hand followed his eyes, but gently, feather-soft. It drove me crazy. 

His hand finally reached my knee and slipped under my skirt. I couldn't think, couldn't say anything. My head lolled back against the door, my eyes closed. He kissed me, teasingly at first, licking my lips, then more forcefully, biting my bottom lip until I thought I tasted blood. I didn't care. I kissed him back, returning his fervor, as he clasped my ass and held us together.

It wasn't until he paused and stepped back to undo his belt buckle that I could think clearly again. "Wait," I said.

"Wait?" he questioned mockingly. "You didn't seem to want me to wait ten seconds ago."

"I wasn't thinking… I really can't do this."

Jack just laughed and nibbled at my neck. "Come on, Hil, don't be ridiculous."

I pushed him away, gathering strength. "I'm serious."

He looked taken aback. "Alright then," he said eventually, descending again upon my neck and ear with long kisses and tiny nibbles. I couldn't help sighing again. "I'll tell you what," he whispered sexily in my ear. "You look at me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me, and I promise to leave you alone from now on."

The next minute was the hardest one of my life. Slowly, I was able to look up and meet his gaze. "I don't want you," I said softly. "I want you to leave me alone."

It was half-true, anyway.

He pulled away, shocked. "Well, shit," was all he said. "I guess… I guess I'll just go, then." He buckled his belt and left, his gaze firmly on the floor.

"You did it, Hil," I whispered to my reflection.

But then why did I feel so awful?



Reunion Ch. 01



[Warning: there is incest in Chapter 2. This isn't an incest story, but it was a convenient (and hot) way to contrast Stan's ideal relationship with his unfortunate reality.]

*

30 years removed from high school, this is the story of my reunion. I'm Stan, and at 48 I've been married to Claire for 23 years. She's five years younger, and won't let me forget it. Our daughter, Bev, just turned 18. The other character in the story is Lin, but I'll get to her later.

"Come on AutoWorld, it's been ages," I complained as my wife fended off my groping hands. Her name is Claire, but sometimes I call her by the name of a local car dealer because of the ads. You know, "No interest for six months". Claire is a fine looking woman, beautiful face, clear blue eyes, full breasts. Looks great in a tight pair of jeans. But pretty much coincident with the birth of our child 18 years before, her libido has diminished to zero. We were in bed, and as usual, she was reading and ignoring me, except for the occasional warning to keep my hands to myself.

"Stan, stop it," she kept saying. But, as usual, I was reeeaaally horny. She finally relented, lowering her arms, but continued to read as I played with her boobs. It had been this way for years, and the constant rejection was really getting me down. Beggars can't be choosers, though, and I knew that once she let me play with her boobs, I'd get what I wanted soon enough. Even though her mind never wants it, her body always does.

I had one hand under her shirt, squeezing a boob, rolling a nipple between my thumb and index finger. I lightly tickled her other nipple with my tongue through her shirt. That's all the position of her arms would allow. Initially her nipples weren't too responsive, but I was patient, and eventually they began to stiffen somewhat. I began to bite one nipple and slid one hand to the light curly hair between her legs. I massaged her mound, she held her legs tightly together. Just the very top of her slit was available, and I alternated the massage of her mons with a finger as far as I could reach down into her slit. There had to be a clit in there somewhere. She wasn't wet, so I just did whatever I could.

Eventually, I became aware of a change in her breathing. I looked up at her, and although she was still holding her book, her eyes were closed. Then, as my patience was near its end, she opened her legs a little. I slid my finger down to her vaginal opening, and there was a little lubrication to work with. I spread the moisture up towards her clit with my fingers. It wasn't slippery and slimy like it is when she's really excited, but it was a start.

"Ohh, you are persistent, aren't you?" she said in mock annoyance. She put her book on the end table and spread her legs some more. Now I had her. Now that she was cooperating, I pushed her shirt up over her boobs, and started to suck. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing heavy as I mauled her nipples. The consistency of her lubrication began to change, and the slipperier she got, the more effective my fingers became. My fingers never left her clit as I kissed my way down her body. She murmured something unintelligible as I buried my kisses in her pubic hair. My fingers wandered lower as my tongue took their place at the top of her slit. I licked round and round her clit, then down to where my fingers disappeared into her, dragging more and more lubrication back to her clitoris. I sucked her labia, one at a time, then back to her clit for more licking and sucking. Sometimes I'd be concentrating so hard on my oral activities, I'd forget about my fingers. Then as she got so close that her clit was getting too sensitive, I'd redirect my attention to my fingers, probing every nook and cranny that I could reach. I came up for air for a few seconds, returning my fingers to her clit. By this time, she was really slimy, and she was vocally enjoying my fingers whizzing across her button. It was plain to see that the time had come, so I returned my lips to her clit and my fingers to her G-spot. I awkwardly reached under her leg with my other hand and pushed a finger against her anus. She bucked against the finger, it slipped in a little, and she exploded.

"Ohhhh, ohh, ohhhhhh!"

I was content to leave it at that, smelling and licking my fingers as she went to sleep, but my wife had other ideas. In an instant, my penis was in her mouth, and she was putting her quarter century of experience to maximum use. When we first got married, she had a hard time getting me to cum with her mouth. As time went on, she got better and better at it, and now she was very, very good, although I couldn't identify exactly what she was doing differently. Sometimes she was too much in a hurry for me, but this time she was making it last and last.

"I wish I could come while you're doing that, and then come again inside you," I panted, "but at my age I'm going to have to pick one."

"I want to feel you come inside me," she purred.

She rolled onto her back and I climbed aboard. I'd like to say I pounded it into her for an hour as she came a dozen times, but she doesn't work that way. She's never come more than once, she gets so sensitive after the first one, she can't take any more stimulation, and by the time she's come down from that, she's lost interest. So I plunged into her for a few minutes, and as her lubrication started to wane, I picked up the pace so I could finish. I wanted to hold her, but she was distracted by the mess and by the time she got back from the bathroom, the intimacy was gone. I have to say, though, that at least physically, it was the best sex we had had in a very long time, and I was encouraged, thinking that after such an episode, she surely wouldn't want to wait long for a repeat performance.

I wanted to test that theory right away, but circumstances got in the way and it was almost a week later when I snuggled up to her in bed. She was reading, her back to me. She let me play with her buns for a few minutes, but after a while she glared at me over her shoulder,

"Stan, go to sleep!"

I didn't think I could sleep, I was so worked up. My erection was huge. In fact, it was too huge, I should have known that I was dreaming. I was sitting up, my huge pulsating member standing straight up, well past my navel. Suddenly her face was before me, hovering over it. It twitched and drooled as I felt her breath on it.

"Please," I begged. She rolled her eyes, and with an exasperated look on her face, lowered her mouth towards the head. But as I watched, her face turned into my face, and as the scene got more surreal, it was my mouth wrapped around my shaft. I sucked myself in, deeper and deeper, my neck aching as I stretched as far as I could. As I felt the orgasm about to overtake me, I woke up with a start.

"Are you alright?" my wife asked, looking back at me with her book still in hand. "Claire, please?" I begged, reaching for her. "Go back to sleep," she said with a frown, returning to her book.

It wasn't the first time I'd had this dream. As I began to doze again, I thought about what it meant. It seems my mind couldn't come to terms with my wife actually wanting me. I thought back to how much she enjoyed the sex we'd had just a few days before, and it hit me. It's not that she doesn't want sex, she just doesn't want sex with me.

Chapter 2

I really needed some time away from her, and circumstances obliged. She had a sales convention in L.A. and would be gone for the better part of a week. So it was just my daughter and I. My daughter! I realized I had been so wrapped up in my own problems, I had been neglecting her. The only times I even noticed she was around was when I felt the need to hide the deteriorating relationship between her mother and me.

I called her from work. "Hey you, what do you wanna do for dinner?"

"If you bring home Thai, I'll give you a massage!"

"Deal!"

We had a nice dinner, making stupid comments and laughing. I cleaned up the dishes (that is, I threw away the paper plates), and Bev laid a big beach towel on the floor. "You get changed, and I'll get my massage oil," she said. We had done this a number of times, but never when we were alone. For modesty's sake, I wore boxers over briefs.

"Okay, lay down on your stomach, arms at your sides. Relax! You're so tense!" She knelt by my head and started on my neck and shoulders. I swiveled my head, trying to relax my neck muscles, and found myself looking directly at her crotch. I quickly closed my eyes.

"Relax! Take a deep breath," she instructed. As I breathed in deeply through my nose, I detected a smell that was very disturbing to me, at least when coming from between my daughter's legs.

We made small talk, and I became resentful as I realized that Bev saved all her significant conversations for her mother. I'd always hear about the important things second hand. So I decided to do something about it.

"So, how's your love life?"

"Daaad!"

"Come on, you never tell me about anything important."

"I do too, and besides, I don't have a love life!"

"An eighteen year old as gorgeous as you? Somehow I don't believe you."

"I'm not gorgeous, and you know I haven't been seeing anyone."

"You are gorgeous, and I know if you were seeing someone, you'd never tell me about it."

"Well, I'm not. They're mostly girls in my classes, and most of the guys are way older than me anyway."

"D'you have something against older men? The most desirable men I know are older!"

"Me too," she said, kissing my cheek.

That left me speechless for a minute. She began massaging my feet, then my calves. She worked the oil into the muscles, and I melted. She straddled my legs as she started on my lower back. She pushed forward, sliding from my lower back all the way to my shoulder blades. She moved up a bit so she could reach all the way up, and the end of her reach saw her mound pushed hard against my tail bone. She repeated the move over and over, driving my penis into the floor. I could feel her hips rotate a little at the end of each cycle, and my hips were following suit involuntarily. I noticed the silence and the heavy breathing. Then she stopped suddenly, pushing hard into me, shaking. There was no doubt that she had climaxed.

"It was good for me, was it good for you?" I joked, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Daaad!"

"It's okay sweetie..."

"No, it's not. I'm so embarrassed. It's just that, well sometimes I get, you know, so... I mean really, really horny! You have no idea..."

"Sure I do. It runs in the family."

"Really?"

"Well, it runs in my side of the family anyway."

She giggled, and the tension was broken.

"Daddy, I'm afraid..."

"Afraid of what?"

"I mean I get reeeaaally horny. I'm afraid I'll jump the first guy that shows any interest. Not that anybody's interested."

"Oh, Bev, I'm sure that..."

"Did you mean what you said?"

"What?"

"Do you think I'm... desirable? Or did you just say that because you love me?"

"I'm being entirely objective when I say that you're a very desirable young woman. But I do love you, more than anything!"

"I love you too Daddy," she said, putting her arms around me. "That's what I need! Someone I love who loves me, who's experienced but doesn't get around, you know what I mean? Oh, and he should be fixed."

"Huh?"

"You know," she said, leaning close, "A vasectomy."

"Oh," I said, and a moment later I realized she was talking about me!

"You know, I've never even kissed a guy," she whispered, her lips inches from mine. She was so close I couldn't focus my eyes, my arms were around her, our breathing outpaced only by our pounding hearts. Then I did something I was sure I'd regret. I kissed her. I kissed her like a lover. It was the kind of kiss that communicated what was going to happen next. But I found I did not regret it, because my kiss was returned in kind.

"I've never seen an erect penis before, either."

"What do you mean, 'Before'?"

"Cause I'm gonna see one now, as soon as I can get these off!" she said, tugging at my boxers.

"How do you know it's gonna be erect?"

"'Cause I was laying on something hard, and now I wanna see it!"

I let her pull off my boxers and briefs, and her eyes got real big.

"Go ahead and explore, I remember how curious I was the first time I...."

"My God, this puppy's huge!", she interrupted.

"Compared to what? It's the only one you've seen, right?"

"Yeah, but it's huge compared to anywhere I might want to put it," she said. Then she blushed, "Did I say that out loud?"

She examined it very closely with her eyes and her fingers. When she had satisfied her curiosity, she looked up at me, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to hold you, skin-to-skin."

"Is that all?"

"No, but let's start with that."

As was her custom when lounging around the house in the evening, she was wearing pajamas. Unlike when Mom was home, though, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs weren't as big as her mother's, but they looked 18 instead of 43, which is to say fabulous. Her nipples showed through her PJs so nicely, I stared for a few moments before pulling the thin flannel up over her head. I decided naked was even better. She pulled down her bottoms and panties, releasing much more of the fragrance of her arousal.

We looked at each other, a bit embarrassed at our nudity, and then she proceeded to throw her arms around me. The kisses shocked me. I had forgotten what it was like to kiss someone who really wanted to be kissed, who really wanted to kiss me. Passion filled kisses, kisses that only ended when our smiles became so insistent that our lips could no longer pucker. The warm skin-to-skin contact of our naked bodies, the wandering hands welcomed rather than pushed away. Acceptance rather than rejection. Affection, desire. Love.

I eased her onto the floor as we continued to kiss. I was on top, our lips pressed together. My hands found her breasts, she squirmed under me, grinding her mound against my erection. We kissed for a long, long time, until she was in such a frenzy that she just couldn't kiss anymore. I moved lower, taking a nipple in my mouth.

"Ohhh, Daddy, ohhh, ohmmm," she said in a cross between a whisper and a moan. I played with her boobs with both hands for a while, but she no longer had anything firm to hump against, so I slipped one hand between her legs.

"Ohhh!" she cried, in a voice that could not be mistaken for a whisper. I kept my hand still, letting her grind against it for a few moments, getting a feel for how close she was. Then I began to work my fingers into her. I felt no barrier, I was almost positive she was a virgin, but I also knew she had a vibrator (okay, I admit I snooped around in her room once.) She was very well lubricated, and I enjoyed the sounds and smells as well as the feelings. I reluctantly left her breasts, scooting down between her legs. Bev went crazy with anticipation, knowing what I was going to do. I kissed her everywhere, rubbing my face in her curls. She spread herself open with the fingers of one hand, urging me on with her other hand in my hair. I tried to keep her close, making it last, but after a while, a finger appeared next to my tongue, and I followed it around as it guided me wherever she wanted me to go. Soon I concentrated on her clitoris, alternating between rapid flicks from my tongue and firm suction from my lips.

"OHHHH!, OHHH!, Ohhh....." she cried out loudly, trailing off into a moan as her hands went from clutching my face firmly to her, to gently stroking my hair.

At this point, I thought she might fall asleep, but suddenly she rolled over and pushed me onto my back. She quickly mounted me, sliding her slippery slit back and forth across my firm member. She leaned down to kiss me, and the change in angle caused my erection to slide right up inside her.

"Oh my God!" one of us gasped, I'm not sure who. She was deliciously tight, but there was so much lubrication that there was no discomfort. I looked at her face until she closed her eyes, then I took in the sight of her boobs hopping up and down as she began to move on me. I was about to reach out to touch them when she started to come again. I looked where our bodies joined, and I could see her clit riding on my shaft as I slipped in and out. She slumped forward, and I grabbed her ass, driving up into her as she came again. She didn't stop moving though, she just slowed the pace a little, dangling her boobs in my face. I took the hint, fondling and sucking the proffered flesh. Each time she came, it took more effort to achieve, and I knew the next one would require so much motion that I wouldn't be able to hold back. So I didn't hold back. She became frantic for one last climax, and I was thrusting hard trying to get her there. As my own explosion drew near, I slid my hand between us so we could come together. It was the most exhausting sexual experience I could remember.

We just held each other, smiling, for the longest time. I didn't feel guilty, except for the guilt about not feeling guilty. But I did wonder if she'd think we made a huge mistake.

"Bev, I...", I stammered, my thoughts appearing on my face.

"Oh, Dad, don't spoil it! I can't imagine a better first time! As far as I'm concerned, we didn't do anything wrong. It's exactly what I wanted, and I know you needed it. What's wrong with two people who love each other making love?"

"Yeah..." I paused, thinking. "I'm just worried about, you know, down the road."

"Let's just enjoy the time we have alone, okay? We can figure the rest out later."

"You're okay?"

"Dad, don't worry, I'm fine," she reassured me, "In fact, I'm better than fine. I feel so good, I'm... I don't know how I could be better."

We both floated around a foot off the ground all week. We spent all our free time together, talking all the time. It was exciting really getting to know her. And we slept together every night.

"Okay, time for your next lesson," I said as we spooned in bed.

"Oooh, what did you have in mind?"

"Say I'm your boyfriend, and we've been making out all evening. Somehow I've gotten your clothes off, and now I'm laying on top of you. What do you do?"

"Say, 'Take me, I'm yours!'?"

"Noooo, this particular boy has not had a vasectomy."

"Oh, right. How about, 'Sweetie, do you have a condom?'"

"That's a good answer in theory, but in practice, you both will be too hot and bothered to be bothered."

"Then what do I do?"

"This one works every time: Say 'I want you in my mouth!' Who's gonna say no to that?"

"Not you, I bet," she panted, pushing me off her. "I want you in my mouth!"

I rolled on my back, and she grabbed my penis, guiding it between her lips.

"Ohhh, does that ever feel good!" I said, interrupting my instruction for a moment. "Just try whatever you want, and I'll tell you how it feels."

She didn't need much direction, and I just moaned and groaned encouragement.

"Now, before he gets too close, make sure you get yours. Plant your.. ah.. crotch on his face, and he'll get the idea. He might be.. um.. scared or hesitant if you just ask him, and knowing you, you'd be too embarrassed to ask anyway. But with his penis in your mouth, he'll do anything, and if you put it right in front of his face, he'll know what you want."

Bev flipped her leg over my head, and lowered herself onto my face. I grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks, and lead with my tongue. She already had me very close, so I tried to distract her with my fingers and mouth. Man, an eighteen year-old ass! It felt so good in my hands. I licked all the way up and down, spreading her juices everywhere. She even liked it when I poked at her slimy anus with my tongue. I rubbed around it with my finger, but I didn't push it in. I was getting real close, so I returned my attention to her clit. She mashed into my face as she came, stopping her sucking for a few moments. Then, as she regained her senses, she resumed her sucking and stroking. All I could muster in the way of warning was an inarticulate cry, but she just kept on sucking as I erupted in her mouth. She swallowed and kept at it, slowing down as I came down from my climax.




Reunion Ch. 01



Selena reached for the cell phone in her pocket for the third time in five minutes—Can this bus go any faster? —she demanded silently as the man next to her in the rush-hour crowd glanced over irritably. It was 8:16 p.m. ... Chris' train was probably pulling into the station already.

That left her without a second to drop her stuff off, grab her keys and head back out to pick him up. As if she wasn't nervous enough already—DAMN! Why was she so nervous?

Chris was a gangly, shy and awkward guy—at least, that's what she remembered about him from high school. He was two years ahead of her in school at the peak of her brief but significant crush; but being his complete opposite back then—outgoing and confident with a larger-than-life personality—she pursued her crush for about three weeks before she tired of his lack of response (well, either that, or she scared him away with her aggression—Selena preferred to remember it as the former).

Selena and Chris had stopped speaking soon after the crush fizzled, and he barely crossed her mind in the ten years that followed. She'd almost completely forgot his existence until his name popped up on in her Facebook inbox. "Remember me?" it read. He still had the same disarming unforgettable smile, but a much better look to go with it. That was almost six months and dozens of friendly e-mails ago.

Chris was single, but Selena was in the "on" stage of an on-and-off long-term relationship so she tried her best to keep the flirtation to a minimum in her messages. It was clear, though, that the two had at least a friendly chemistry going. He wanted to catch up with her over dinner. She said it'd be difficult to make it back out to the town they went to high school in after a long day's work. "No problem," he'd said. "I'll take the train out and meet you." And just like that, they set a date...

DING! The signal came for Selena's stop. Shoving the phone back in her pocket and gathering her things, she excused herself and flashed a smile of understanding at the irritated man beside her before skirting around him and making a dash for the door.

Once off the bus, Selena realized her heart was pounding. She hadn't thought this meeting would be a big deal, but suddenly found she REALLY wanted to impress this man; she wanted to show him what he'd been missing out on after their short-lived almost-romance ten years ago.

As she approached her apartment fumbling for her keys, the phone rang.

"Hey!" she knew it was him.

"It's Chris. I just got here. Where should I meet you?" God, he sounded so sexy. Sexy, but friendly and unassuming. Why did he have to be so likeable?

"Chris I'm so sorry ... the commute took a little longer than usual and I'm going to be late. Do you mind waiting for me at the restaurant? It's down the block from the station."

"Yea sure—don't rush. I know where it is. Just take your time; I'll grab a beer first."

Muttering her thanks and hanging up, Selena rushed into her house to switch her work tote for a clutch and ran to the mirror—a quick touch up would have to do. She would have to go the restaurant in the black-and-white print curve hugging-pencil skirt and top that she wore to work that morning. Luckily her silky-straight black hair hardly ever required styling; it fell to the middle of her back in dramatic layers, framing her face perfectly. And her toned, olive complexion didn't require much makeup; she brushed on some bronzer to accentuate her cheekbones and applied a brighter lip gloss to give herself a fresher 'evening' look. Three spritzes of her citrusy Dior Addict perfume and three minutes later, she was satisfied, slipping into her black patent stilettos and running out the door to her SUV.

By the time Selena reached the restaurant, her nerves were noticeably calmer. She just wanted to have a good time with an old (and potentially new) friend, and besides—she had a boyfriend. She craned her neck as she stepped into the restaurant—a tasteful Mardi Gras themed bar that served amazing Cajun food—and saw him in his seat at the restaurant bar the same instant he turned away from the large flat-screen showing a football game and spotted her. She stopped dead in her tracks.

He was even taller than he was in high school—taller, tanner, and oozing as much confidence as he'd lacked in his younger years. His hair was cut short, accentuating his boyish demeanor, and he had the most beautiful arms—big but not huge, but clearly defined to show off an athletic lifestyle. Arms that were moving toward her! and suddenly wrapping around her shoulders...

"Wow! It's so great to see you. I can't believe it!" he said.

And that's how it started.

When Selena went back to her apartment that night, she was giddy. Giddy was a feeling she hadn't felt in years. They'd laughed all night and there was no end to their conversation. The chemistry was like nothing she ever felt before, even with her boyfriend.

Crap! her boyfriend—she forgot to call him to say goodnight, a tradition they upheld religiously. And it was already almost 1am... 

Selena got his voicemail. "Hi baby, I'm sorry to call so late. The dinner with my friend went well and we were just catching up. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Just as she hung up, her phone beep!ed a text message alert—not from her boyfriend, though; it was Chris.

"Stop thinking about what a great time we had!" it said, playfully.

After a pause, she typed back. Yea, too bad for you it's already over! =P

It really was too bad. When they'd parted at the train station, he lingered for a noticeable few seconds, as if waiting for something. She almost asked him over to her apartment, but it seemed against her better judgment and they made plans to meet again later in the week instead.

As Selena turned on the shower she replayed that moment and the palpable sexual tension over a few times. She thought about what she'd do if she brought him home with her ... imagined his strong hands roving, feeling her curves, searching for the hot flesh under her clothes. She wanted him to move under her black lace bra and cup her C-cup breasts, and to feel the bulge of his rock-hard cock against her body.

Selena touched herself in the shower, teasing her own clit and massaging her spot with two fingers—all the while cursing herself for not bringing him home and letting him rip her shirt off and hike her pencil skirt up before bending her over and fucking her ferociously from behind. She wanted him to flip her over and move his mouth over her soft, perfectly shaped tits—now peaked with nipples erect just from the thought of it.

As Selena felt the beginnings of her climax she dropped to her knees, the shower water still running steady over her back. The first wave of her orgasm came as she pictured Chris shoving his cock into her, to the hilt—and exploding himself, shooting rope after rope of semen into her, in helpless desire as he clung to her with those muscular arms. Letting her orgasm subside, she washed up and went to sleep, inappropriate thoughts of her old—new?—friend still flooding her senses.

Selena felt guilty the next day for her little fantasy when she met her boyfriend for an early breakfast before work. He said he was annoyed that she didn't call the night before, but got over it—perhaps a little too quickly. He didn't seem at all interested in her dinner with Chris, and was more concerned with the details of his upcoming trip to Las Vegas for his friend's bachelor party, which he was leaving for that afternoon. 

He knew she hated Vegas, though—so he spared her any excessive details, kissed her on the forehead as they got up to leave with the remainders of their coffee. "See you next week, hun. Don't worry; I'll stay out of trouble," he said. As he turned around and walked off to get to work, she felt strangely detached about his trip. Just days before, the thoughts of what he'd be doing at a wild Vegas bachelor party were driving her nuts—but now, she was completely preoccupied with thoughts of Chris.

By the time Selena got in to work, an e-mail was waiting for her—from Chris.

"Thought about you last night. I want to see you again."

Feeling a pang of guilt from just seeing her boyfriend, she ignored the message and got to work. Then just before lunch, though, another e-mail came. 

"You busy tonight? Going out with some friends. You should come."

How could she resist such a friendly, innocent request? She typed out an affirmative response and hesitated for just a second before clicking "send." What are your intentions, Selena? She asked herself. And as her mind flashed back to her late night fantasy and intense orgasm the night before, she felt a familiar tingle between her legs as she became wet with desire. Without another thought, the e-mail was sent, and her nerves started up again. She shifted uneasily in her chair crossing and re-crossing her legs, her panties getting damp with her juices as she thought about the millions of ways she wanted this sexy man to seduce her. She was already planning what to wear. How she was going to survive sitting near him around all those people the whole time without picturing him naked and fucking her, she didn't know.

The night out turned out not to be torturous at all. Chris' friends were almost as funny as he was, and the group had a great time out chatting and talking about their various travels over drinks. Every once in a while, Selena would glance over at Chris mid-conversation and see that he was just as engrossed, but looking at her intensely at the same time. It's like he was watching her, but secretly, and no one was the wiser. He was wearing a black blazer, perfectly tailored to his tall, muscular frame, over a graphic t-shirt and jeans. His loafers were clean, but not overly polished. She loved it. 

It was casual Friday and Selena herself wore a tailored button down shirt made from an exquisite brown fabric she bought in Vietnam, with three buttons open from the top that gave a subtle glimpse of her generous cleavage; she paired it with her favorite pair of jeans, which hugged her thighs and showed off her pert ass. She knew she was curvier than most Asian women, and had no qualms about showing it off.

As the night wore on, no one realized how late it was until a server announced that the bar would be closing in 20 minutes. The group was the last to leave.

Outside the bar, everyone said their goodbyes, and Selena recognized the silent nods of approval they were giving to Chris. She agreed to let him take her home—he'd driven out that night, and she couldn't decide whether he'd done so intentionally so he could give her a ride. At this point, though, she didn't care.

As the pair walked to the garage to pick up Chris' car, he reached over and grabbed her around the waist, joking that it wasn't safe for a young girl to be walking around at such a late hour. Selena happily let him hold her close, smelling the scent of his masculine cologne.

The closer they got to the garage, the fewer words they spoke. Chris' hands were gradually moving toward Selena's waistline, brushing his fingers against the skin above her low-rise jeans. Taking his signal, she moved her own hand slowly underneath his shirt to feel the flesh underneath, now flush as she touched the smooth skin of his back for the first time. He squeezed her close involuntarily at the first contact Selena's soft fingertips made with his skin; feeling his goose bumps rise, she knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him at that moment.

They rushed breathlessly to his car, he paid the valet and they sped off for her apartment. As they stopped at a red light, Chris turned to Selena and looked deep into her eyes as if to say—touch me again.

Selena decided to make a bold move and reached directly over to his thigh. Chris groaned audibly as she massaged around his groin, brushing past the visible bulge that was forming in his jeans. Applying more pressure, she realized with delight that he was well endowed. His dick strained against its denim prison as he tried to shift to give it more space as Selena's touch woke it from its slumber.

Unable to hold back any longer, she unzipped his pants and let his throbbing cock spring free. Pushing his thighs apart and cupping his balls in her hands, she descended on his 8-inch member, licking it from bottom to top, then swirling her tongue up and down again just as he drove onto the bridge that would take them to her apartment. His breathing became a pant. "Oh god, Selena ... oh fuck ... you're so good..." he said.

Chris battled with his urge the entire way to pull the car over and just fuck Selena then and there. But ever since the night before, he knew he wanted to wait patiently and make it last. He knew she was an amazingly self-aware, sexual woman ... a sexual woman who was giving him the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life as he drove. He watched her head bob up and down, first slowly massaging his skin with her tongue, then sucking his dick faster and faster, and suddenly taking his balls in her mouth and sucking them, too. She alternated between tugging at the base of his cock with her hands and taking the entire thing deep into her throat, almost all the way in.

Chris could barely tear his eyes away from the silhouette of Selena's ass next to him in the passenger seat as he drove, and as she drove him almost to a climax...

He'd always wanted her—since ten years ago as hormonal teenager. Selena was too much to handle then, though; he was intimidated by her openness and afraid of the dirty thoughts that were constantly running through his head. Each time she called him, he felt as if he'd faint or make a fool of himself, and yet he couldn't even count the number of times she'd been the subject of his sexual fantasies because it happened so frequently. 

When she suddenly stopped calling, he didn't know what to do about it so he just let her be—and watched from a distance as she moved on with her life, still fabulous, and clearly over him. He moved on too ... he went to college before she did, filled out to match his height and dated several women who excited him just as much as Selena did in high school. His confidence and prowess both in and out of bed gradually grew.

But ever since last night when he saw Selena again for the first time in ten years, he realized he wanted her more than ever. Ten years ago, she was just an unattainable fantasy—a girl whose image he jerked off to in the privacy of his room. Now, he could barely believe his eyes and the amazing sensations going through his body as this amazing Asian goddess was licking and sucking him to ecstasy.

Selena suddenly stopped and looked up at Chris with a devilish grin. "See what you passed up on back in high school?" she said. That look alone was about to make him bust a nut. Luckily—they were finally there.

Getting into Selena's apartment, a second-floor walk up, was a blur to them both. Suddenly they were halfway up the stairs, his blazer in a pile at the bottom, her shoes strewn in two directions; Selena pulled desperately at his t-shirt, gasping for air between deep kisses. His tongue dove into her mouth, searching, probing insistently. Somehow, he got her to the top of the stairs and over to the couch in her living room, then urgently removed her jeans to reveal her barely-there thong, a pink swatch of fabric standing between Chris and his objective.

A wet patch was already visible on her panties, and she frantically moved to take them off—but he stopped her. Held still by his strong grip, Selena watched curiously as he drank in the sight of her long legs, and inhaled the smell of her sex. He tamed his urgency into slow motion, lifting her left leg up and kissing her slowly, inch by inch, from her toes up to her thighs. 

Selena's body writhed with pleasure, her head thrown back and straight black locks splayed out over the arm of the couch.

She reached up, desperate to have him take her and just fuck her. But he kept a steady pace, and was now just three kisses away from the brown lips of her shaved vagina, which he exposed by moving her panties aside with his hands. Moving them aside revealed her glistening wet cunt, which clenched in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

As his hot breath hit her wet, exposed skin, Selena whimpered. She rotated her hips, her body pleading for more.

For a moment, Chris simply looked down at her, smirking as if he would let the torture go on forever. And then, just as Selena was about to cry out in frustration, he attacked her pussy, ripping her panties off and pushing his tongue deep inside. 

"OH FUUUUUCK!" Selena screamed, taken completely by surprise. She bucked her hips, meeting his rhythm as he lapped at her warm insides, twirling his tongue in multiple directions. Thoughts of her boyfriend flashed in and out of her mind, now conflicting her, now disappearing. How could something wrong feel so fucking good? She thought. 

Chris, meanwhile, moved his tongue expertly, drinking in the sight of her beautiful pussy as she ran her hands through and then gripped his short black hair tightly, grinding against his face as her juices oozed out of her. He reached up and massaged her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them rhythmically, making all thoughts of her boyfriend disappear into oblivion.

Knowing she was close to a climax, Chris moved his tongue even more intensely over her clit, teasing the protruding knob relentlessly while finger fucking her with two, then three fingers. "Say my name..." he muttered between laps, increasing the pressure still more.

"Mmm... oh Chris... CHRIS OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M..." and with that, Selena let out a shriek as she lost control and wave after wave of her climax shook her body, with Chris' tongue still not relenting. After what seemed like ages, her orgasm subsided and Chris' cock felt hard as steel and ached to be inside that tight pussy.

Selena was still coming down from her climax, breathing hard and a little dazed from the pleasure he just gave her. It was so much better than her fantasy from the night before, and they hadn't even fucked yet!

Looking over at her handsome lover, she saw he was pulling at his beautiful cock, looking lustily at her now-naked body. His tan skin looked so good; his bare chest glistened with sweat from their first round. She loved that his skin was so smooth, and his almond-shaped eyes were so tender yet so hungry and violating.

"Mmm..." she said, leaning her face next to his throbbing dick and watching it twitch with each hot breath she blew over it. "Let me take care of this for you, baby ... come take a shower with me..."

And with that, she stood up and walked down the hall, her hips swaying this way and that—Chris was transfixed. Selena glanced coyly over her shoulder as her naked form disappeared around the corner, beckoning him to join. 



Reunion Ch. 01



When I walked into the Harrier Hotel, I had certain expectations. I was there on a business trip, and I had never stayed anywhere as exclusive as the Harrier. I definitely felt like a stranger in a strange land. I thought for sure that someone would come and tell me I was in the wrong place, and from a certain perspective it turned out I was. Regardless, one of my expectations was that I would not meet anyone I know, my social network didn't frequent hotels like the Harrier. So when I walked through the doors ready to be overwhelmed by the pomp and glamour (which I was), I was not prepared to run into Anna. But within moments of entering the lobby I spotted her and had to rub my eyes in disbelief. I kept walking, uncertain of whether to approach her or not, when she looked over at me, paused, and let out a smile with such ease I half thought she was expecting me. She snapped off her sunglasses and called out, 

"Dan?! Dan is that you? Oh my god!"

I chuckled and walked slowly over to her.

"Its me Anna, boy how are you doing?", I said somewhat lamely holding out my hand. She ignored it and leaned in to give me a friendly hug, the smell of her hair wafting up at me, as pretty as ever.

"Well, what are you doing here?" she said when she finished hugging me.

"What you don't think this is my kind of place?" I said with a bit of grit in my voice.

"Oh don't be like that, I meant here in Chicago! I heard you moved up east?" she chided.

"Yeah, I did, moved up to Portland, got married, got a job, the whole deal. I'm actually just here on business."

"Really, and what kind of business are you doing these days?"

I laughed, "Actually it's government work, I'm a spy now. Oh shit, I guess I have to kill you now."

Anna left out a gentle laugh, "I see some things never change." She eyed me closely, "God how long has it been?"

I thought for a moment, "Well it must be about nice years now."

"God, nine years." she smiled somewhat ruefully and shook her head.

She spotted someone behind me and waved at them, I turn to glance at someone who was clearly a girlfriend of Anna's, having the same sense of fashion and style in her dress and demeanor.

"Claire, you are never going to believe this!" Anna grabbed my arm and presented me to her friend. "Remember that guy I told you about from college, Dan?"

Claire stopped and looked over her glasses at me and smiled, "So this is Dan?"

I rolled my eyes and gave Anna a cold stare, "What have you been telling people about me?!"

They both started laughing and I realized the joke was on me, Claire reach out her hand and said, "Dan, I promise she has never even mentioned you...although, that could be worse couldn't it."

I shook her hand somewhat chagrinned, "Dan Clark, nice to meet you."

Anna spoke up, "Dan we were just about to go have dinner, would you join us, I would love to catch up?"

"That's kind of you Anna, but I'm here on business and I have an early meeting to prepare for."

"Well how long will you be in town, do you have any free time to meet?" she asked more eagerly than I expected.

"Uh, I not very certain of my schedule, but I could probably get away tomorrow night."

"You know, I have a fundraiser that I am dying for an excuse to get out of. That sounds like my ticket. I will meet you here tomorrow at six?" as she spoke she reached in her purse and got out a card, "Here is my number if anything comes up."

I took the card and put it in my pocket. "Um, great, I guess I will see you tomorrow... will your husband be able to join us?" 

Anna gave the slightest hint of a grimace before covering it with a smile, "Unfortunately Matt is out of town."

"Oh well, that's too bad. Well I should let you two go and I have to get checked in, it's was nice to meet you Claire."

"My pleasure." she replied.

"Great, see you tomorrow." Anna gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and spun around to leave with Claire. I watch her walk away, unable to miss the familiar curves of her body that she had maintained since college. "My God" I thought to myself, "Anna Miller".

I stood there shaking my head for a moment, caught myself and turned to go check into my room.



Reunion Ch. 01



This will be a three chapter story. I'll try and submit a chapter each day. A special 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for editing this story for me. She makes it a much better read.

Chapter 1

"John, we got an invitation to our ten year class reunion and I want to go. Will you be joining me this time?

I hated parties and reunions and really didn't give a shit what the people I knew ten years ago looked like or hearing what they accomplished. My friends lived in our area; the others I just considered schoolmates.

"We'll see, but you know I don't really care to go," I replied.

"Beth and Brent are both going and they mentioned we could ride with them. Come on John, we hardly ever go out since you took that truck driving job. Besides, what if I go alone and Mark Brady shows up?" Amy asked with a smile.

"Look Amy, I know you're joking, but I don't think it's funny. I just don't like the guy."

****

Mark and Amy were both jocks when I transferred into the school from the inner city for my senior year. Amy and Beth were on the volleyball team and Brent played sports. He and Beth were a number.

I had just moved into the neighborhood and didn't really know anyone. A couple of guys knew the inner city school I was from had a rough reputation, so they tried to see if I was as bad. They soon found out I was when some guy started hitting on Beth. Brent knocked him down but two more creeps stepped in.

I didn't like unfair fights so I jumped the two and kicked the shit out of them while Brent took care of the prick bothering his girl. From that day on Brent and I were good friends. He then introduced me to Amy. She and Beth grew up together and had always been best friends.

I asked Amy out and she said yes. Brent told me that Amy and Mark had dated but since I wasn't into messing up relationships, I asked her about him. She admitted they had dated but weren't steady.

For our senior year, Amy and I dated but the same went for us; she would never commit to a relationship. She even went out with Mark a couple of times. I think she enjoyed flirting with both of us.

It didn't take long before I got tired of the bullshit and told Amy so. The prom was coming up and I wanted her to make a decision between us. If she chose Mark I would bow out of her life; if she chose me she would no longer be seeing Mark and we would become a number.

She kissed me and said, "I choose you. There is no way I will ever lose you."

Amy and I went to the prom and doubled with Brent and Beth. They got married the following year and we got married two years later, with all of us remaining best friends.

Mark took Cindy to the prom. She was another member of the volleyball team who always had a crush on him. Rumor had it she put out for him and got pregnant. They were married shortly after graduation and moved to Iowa where his uncle found a good job for him.

I got my CDL license and drove truck locally. Amy worked at the area shopping mall along with Beth. Brent worked in the local machine shop. Amy and I decided not to have kids for a few years so she took birth control pills. Beth and Brent already had two really sweet girls. Life was pretty good. 

****

When our fifth year reunion came up I told Amy that I wasn't in the mood and I wasn't going. I found out that Mark and Cindy returned their form saying they wouldn't be there because Cindy had been pregnant again and didn't want to make the trip. Amy ended up going with Brent and Beth.

I remember she was a bit drunk and we had some pretty hot sex when she got home. She was one of those women who got horny after a few drinks. I never had a problem with it since I was the one who benefited from it.

Brent told me Mark and Cindy sent back their RSVP for the reunion. He and Beth were in charge of the registrations and he thought I would want to know. That's why I finally decided to go. I think I was the only one who didn't like Mark. But of course it was because of Amy. 

"Okay, Amy, I'll go to the stupid reunion."

She kissed me and we headed to the bedroom for some hot sex.

Damn! She was a good lover. There was hardly anything she wouldn't do for me. We were young and tried just about every position we could think of. She gave great oral but didn't care much for taking it up the butt, which was okay with me. Why fuck a dry asshole with a nice hot pussy just an inch away?

****

For the reunion, we decided that we would double with Beth and Brent. We each got our own room at the hotel where the reunion was because we intended to drink a lot and didn't want to drive afterwards. I kept thinking of how hot sex was with Amy when she drank. I really loved her and was sure she felt the same about me. We seldom had any big arguments.

I did always wonder if she had ever done the nasty with Mark. She told me I was the only one she went all the way with and it really shouldn't have made a difference but I believe most guys wonder about things like that.

Our first time together was in the wee hours of the morning on prom night. We went to her finished basement, took off our clothes, and made love on the couch. There was only a light on in the bathroom, but it was just enough for me to see her silhouette. She looked so sexy.

She placed a towel on the couch and set a box of tissues on the end table. I guess she was afraid we might make a mess.

I rubbed and suckled her breasts. We had to be quiet so her parents wouldn't hear us. I started rubbing her sparsely covered mound, then went down on my knees and kissed her. I tongued her clit until I felt her juices drip over her lips. She was hot and I was ready. I quickly put on a condom and she held my cock at the entrance of her love hole. 

"Easy John, this is my first time. I love you so much." 

I pushed forward and gently entered her. She was holding onto my cock. I heard her let out a noise. I didn't know if it was pain or joy but I kept pushing. In no time we were fucking like bunnies. 

"Oh god, so good, I love you John. I love you so much," she kept saying as I felt her reach an orgasm. "Oh god, oh shit, feels so good."

I couldn't wait any longer and pressed in as deep as I could just in time to feel hot cum shooting from my cock. I have no idea how many times I shot into the condom. All I know is that it was the greatest feeling in the world.

As her pussy stopped pulsating and my cock began to soften, I pulled out. She grabbed a couple of tissues then pulled the condom off my cock before pushing some between her legs. Then she ran to the bathroom to clean up.

I took a couple more tissues, wiped off my cock and began to get dressed. Amy came back and told me she had a mess of blood and cum as well as the condom to dispose of. We kissed and claimed our love for each other and agreed to be a couple from that day forward. I was a very happy man.

We saw each other regularly and eventually Amy went on the pill. The first time without a condom felt great. Amy laughed and said it was a lot messier but she loved the feeling of me inside of her without it.

****

It had been a couple of months prior when I was down in the basement working on the furnace vent. I heard the doorbell and Amy answered it. It was her friend Beth. They were in the kitchen having wine coolers and talking. I could hear them as clear as if I was sitting at the table with them.

They were talking about their marriages and how happy they both were. Beth was talking about her kids and Amy mentioned that she was going off the pill since we were going to possibly start a family. We figured we were old enough and financially ready.

Eventually they got around to talking about old boyfriends. Beth mentioned that Brent was a good lover but often stopped before she was ready. I was surprised when she said she was only with one other guy and it was the one Brent had beat up when I met him. Of course Amy already knew since they had always been best friends. That was why the guy was hitting on Beth at the time. He wanted more nookie.

"So what about John? You always say what a great lover he is. Is he really that great? Is he better than Mark was?"

I almost fell over. I had always thought I was the only one Amy had been with. It shouldn't have made a difference since we weren't going together but that meant she lied to me.

"Mark was awful. He would just grab my tits and stick his dick in me and cum in the condom and he was done. I was only with him twice and I never had an orgasm until after the prom with John.

"I didn't understand the big deal when I heard women talk about great sex until I was with John. He has always been so sensitive and caring. There is no comparison between the two." I heard the two girls laugh.

On one hand I felt hurt about her being with Mark, but on the other I felt good she thought so highly of me. Since it was so many years ago and we weren't together then, I decided not to bring it up. Instead, I remembered what she had said that first time and made long passionate love with her that night. It was one of our best love sessions ever. The next morning she asked me what got into to me.

"Just wanted you to know how much I love you and never want to be with another woman."

"I feel the same about you John; I'll love you forever." 

****

It was the weekend of the reunion and Amy was mad at me for working that day, but I told her I would be home in plenty of time. Everything was going fine until one of my truck tires blew out. When I called the company to send out a repair truck, they told me it would be a couple hours.

Amy was totally pissed when I called to tell her what happened. I did my best to explain to her that I couldn't help it and even told her that if I got back at a decent hour I would still meet her there.

After telling me how inconsiderate I was, she hung up on me. I really felt bad but there was nothing I could do. I finally pulled into the station around nine. The reunion was only going to last till eleven and I figured it would be a waste of time to rush home, clean up, and make an appearance. But I still felt bad about hurting Amy, so I decided to do it anyway. Then at least we could spend the night together at the hotel.

I arrived at ten forty-five and saw Brent and Beth cleaning the greeter's table just outside the main party room. 

"Do you know where Amy is? I know I'm late, but my truck blew a tire," I said.

"The last time I saw her she was inside saying goodnight to people yet," Brent replied. 

"Aren't you going to go in and say hello to everyone?" asked Beth when I didn't move.

"No I don't think so."

I took a quick look inside from where I was and saw Amy at the far side of the room talking to Mark. That pissed me off right away, so I looked around for his wife Cindy.

"Where the hell is Cindy? I see Mark but not her," I asked as I turned to Brent.

"Mark said that one of the kids got sick this morning so Cindy stayed home. She told Mark to go ahead since the room and everything was already paid for," replied Beth.

"Did Amy spend the whole evening with him?"

"Take it easy, John," replied Brent. "He sat at our table since we had an extra chair but Amy didn't do anything wrong. She was with us the whole time."

"Did she dance with him?"

"Yes, and she danced with me, Bob, Charlie and other classmates. I swear John, she didn't do anything wrong. She might have drunk a little too much but she was with us. Why don't you go in and surprise her. I think she would be happy that you showed up," said Brent.

"No, the reunion will be over in a few minutes. I think I'll just meet her up in our room." 

I stepped inside the party room long enough to grab a bottle of rum and a large bottle of coke. 

"Don't tell Amy you saw me because I want to surprise her," I said, holding the bottles up.

They laughed and promised to keep it a secret. Then I went to the desk and got a keycard. I headed up to the room and turned on the small lamp. After pouring a drink, I sat in the big chair in the corner. I wasn't happy that Amy danced with Mark but it was my fault for not being there. And Brent and Beth wouldn't lie about her actions at the reunion. Besides, they were happy to see me. If anything had gone on, they would have been nervous when I showed up. 

Drinking my rum and coke, I thought back to an afternoon a couple years ago when I got home and found a message on the answering machine from Mark.

"Hi Amy, this is Mark, remember me? I haven't seen you since high school and wondered if you wanted to have dinner with me and catch up on old times. I'm in town tonight, but I'll be going back home tomorrow. If you can make it, give me a call at the motel. It would be great to see you again. Well, I guess I'll be waiting for your call." He left his cell phone number.

I was pissed when I heard the message, especially since he hadn't said anything about his wife being there or me going along. So I decided to return his call right then and there. Mark answered on the second ring. He must have seen our number on his caller ID. 

"Boy that was quick. You must have missed me as much as I've missed you."

"No, Mark, I haven't missed you at all," I replied. "I don't know what the fuck you want but the next time you call my wife, I'll hunt you down and put you in a body bag."

"Take it easy John. I didn't mean anything by it; I was just joking. I'm in town for the night and thought I'd call a few old friends."

"How many of your old friends are you meeting for dinner tonight? Is Cindy there with you?"

It was silent for quite a few seconds before he answered. "I'm sorry I called John. Just tell Amy I said hi."

"Let me repeat this for you, Mark. Stay the hell away from my wife. I better never see your name on this caller ID again." 

Slamming the phone down, I erased the message. I didn't figure Amy knew anything about it and there was no use getting her all riled up. And the sooner I forgot about the call the better. That night when Amy got home I took her out to dinner. We made love as soon as we got back.

Hearing voices in the hallway brought me back to the present. A quick glance at my watch showed it was going on midnight, but Amy still hadn't come to our room. 

**** 

Amy's story

I was so happy when John agreed to go to the reunion. I understood he was never comfortable with our old school crowd and only knew a few of the classmates. But Brent and Beth were our best friends and we were going with them.

We got separate rooms for the night because none of us wanted to drive if we drank too much. Plus I always seemed to go wild after drinking. Of course John was always there to take care of me. He was my rock.

When he called me and told me he probably wouldn't make the reunion because his truck broke down, I got really mad at him. Looking back I should have understood that it wasn't his fault. 

Brent and Beth picked me up and we went to the reunion. The tables were set up for six people, but we only had five since John wasn't there. A few minutes later Mark, my boyfriend before John, arrived. The two never did get along.

Mark had married one of the other volleyball players and moved to Iowa. He and Cindy had three kids. Their youngest child had gotten sick and Cindy decided to stay home with him. So he asked if he could join us at our table since we had an empty seat. Everyone at the table was friends with Mark, and I didn't feel threatened in any way because Brent and Beth were there.

We were all having a great time. I danced with everyone so when Mark asked me, I said yes. When a slow song came on, he held me close, saying how much he missed dancing with me among other things. Back at the table he talked about Cindy and his kids but whenever we danced he would talk about the way it used to be between us. He brought back a lot of good memories.

I knew I was drinking too much but I figured I would be heading up to my room later to sleep it off. When Mark pulled me closer I didn't say anything. He wasn't doing anything wrong like trying to cop a feel. I guess I liked listening to him talk softly about old times and how he missed me.

Toward the end of the evening he mentioned calling a couple years ago and offering to take us out for dinner. He described how John yelled and screamed at him and told him never to call our house again. I apologized but he just said if he had married me he wouldn't want another man around me either. We both laughed a bit at that. 

After the reunion I was hugging everyone goodnight and told them I would see most of them in the morning for breakfast. Mark had given me an extra long and tight hug that made me weak at the knees. He went upstairs and I talked with Beth and Brent.

"You have a wonderful night and try to get some sleep," said Beth.

She looked at Brent and they both laughed. I was a little aggravated they did that knowing John wasn't there.

"You two are the ones who are going to need sleep. You'll probably keep the whole motel awake with your noises."

When I got to the elevator I saw Mark there, standing near the doors and smiling. "I was waiting to escort you to your room." 

We got into the elevator together and he started talking about how much he had always loved me and missed me. Then he leaned over and kissed me. I don't know why I did it but I kissed him back.

Maybe he was helping me remember our good times or maybe I was just pissed at John for not being there. Both of us had rooms on the fifth floor, so when the doors opened, we stepped off together.

"Will you come to my room so we can talk a little more, maybe have a nightcap?" he asked.

I had no excuse other than drinking too much. Why should I go to my room alone when I could talk with an old friend? 

But I nodded and went with him. It didn't take long before we were kissing again.

"Mark, we're both married. We shouldn't be doing this. It's so wrong."

"Amy, no one need ever know. It will stay between you and me just like old times. Who knows, we may never see each other again."

While he was sweet talking he was slowly undressing me. I knew it was wrong but I let it happen. I had all my clothes off and before I knew it he was fucking me. It wasn't love it was just sex. 

I had to wonder if he would just stick it in and cum as he did years ago, leaving me unfulfilled. He wasn't a whole lot better than he was when we first did it but I think the thought of cheating and getting away with it just did something to both of us. 

Because he had a lot to drink, it took him a while to cum. But when he did I could feel his seed going in me. I was in heaven when I finally climaxed. He asked me to suck his cock which I had never done. When I did, he moaned and told me what a wonderful lover I was.

He ended up taking me again doggy style holding on to my hips while he fucked me. Once he came he pulled out, not waiting for me. I was tired and just laid down and either passed out or went to sleep. 

I woke up suddenly and it was dark. I tried to get my bearings and then it hit me what I had done. There wasn't much I could do about it. I honestly did regret it. Even though I was mad at John, he didn't deserve a cheating wife. 

I was still totally naked and could feel cum running down my leg. Pulling on my panties and dress, I stuffed my bra and pantyhose inside my purse. I knew I looked a complete mess but I had to get to my room down the hall.

The clock read four forty-five—early enough that hopefully the hallway would be empty. I looked back at Mark and wondered how I had been so stupid. Slowly I opened the door and checked the hallway before going to my room. I fumbled with my purse looking for my keycard, took it out and opened the door.

There was a light on inside which I figured I forgot to turn off. It was then I froze in my tracks. Lying across the bed was John. I must have made some noise because he woke up and looked at me. He turned toward the clock and then back at me but didn't say a word.




Reunion Ch. 01



I was scared shitless. I could see he was a bit drunk himself. Dropping my clothes and purse on the floor, I headed into the bathroom to take a shower and get the cheating filth off me.

All the time I was in the shower I wondered what I would say to John. Should I tell him the truth or lie to him. How could I possibly explain the way I looked, not wearing my bra and pantyhose? I was crying the entire time I was in the shower. I don't know how long I was in there but I knew I had to face him.

After slipping on a robe, I opened the door prepared for John to start in on me even though I had no idea what I would say. I had just cheated on the man I loved with the man he hated most.

John was gone. On the end table was his keycard and wedding ring. I sat down on the corner of the bed and began to cry. For the next couple hours I cried, taking a few minutes to pack my clothes and straighten up the room. I saw the half empty bottle of rum and wondered if it was full when John started drinking. 

My nerves were so bad that I threw up. I ended up taking another shower wishing I could wash away the sin I committed. At eight o'clock there was a knock on the door. I hoped it was John, but it was Beth with a big smile on her face. When she saw me she immediately knew something was wrong.

"Where's John? He was going to surprise you last night. Amy, what happened? Where is John?" 

"He left me. How did you know he was here?" I asked, bursting out in tears.

"He got here at the end of the reunion. He was a little pissed when he found out Mark was here alone. Brent assured him that nothing went on and he seemed to settle down."

"Why didn't you tell me he was here? You're supposed to be my best friend."

"What happened? He left to go to the room maybe fifteen minutes before you did. He asked us to keep it a secret so he could surprise you. Wasn't he here when you got here?" asked Beth.

"Oh god Beth; I just ruined my marriage."

"What happened, for Christ's sake? What did you do?" she demanded.

"Mark was at the elevator and we rode up together. I didn't mean for it to happen." I started crying louder.

"God no, you didn't go to Mark's room? Please tell me you didn't," said Beth.

"I was mad at John for not coming and Mark came on to me. I had way too much to drink and you know what I'm like. I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't think anyone would ever find out. I came back to my room, thinking no one would ever find out.

"When I got here John was sleeping on the bed. I guess he had waited for me all night. But he woke up, and I was such a mess. All I could think was to clean up and figure out what to say to him. When I came out he was gone."

"He'll be back. You're just going to have to tell him the truth. It's the only way to save your marriage. I can't believe you were so stupid to cheat on John. He's one of the nicest men I know."

"He's not coming back to me. He left his keycard and wedding ring on the end table. I was so foolish and now I lost him."

"Amy, get dressed and we'll go down for breakfast. You have to put on a good front so no one else knows about this."

"I don't think I can do that. And I don't want to face Mark either. What if he tells everyone?"

"If I know Mark, he just wanted in your pants. He has way too much to lose if his wife finds out. Cindy's uncle owns that dealership he runs. Right now just the three of us know. I'll have to tell Brent, so he can talk with John. God, I can't believe you did this."

After I got dressed, we met Brent and the three of us headed down to the reunion breakfast. I did my best to act normal. Mark was there and smiled at me but I didn't say anything to him. Brent told him to stay away from me—he had caused enough trouble. 

Mark looked surprised but didn't say anything. Everyone ordered breakfast and began talking about what a great reunion it was and how nice it had been to see each other again. I didn't talk much and hardly ate anything. I looked up and saw John come into the restaurant. He looked pretty hung over and extremely mad.

He finally eyed Mark. "You mother fucker. You just had to fuck her again, didn't you? I told you to stay away from her or I would kill you."

Mark smirked before responding. "I never touched your damn wife, you fucking drunk. Maybe if you took better care of her you wouldn't have to worry about her finding another man."

I couldn't believe Mark said that to John. Without thinking, I walked up to him and slapped him as hard as I could across the face. His head jerked and he grabbed his cheek. I then turned and ran to the elevators and back to my room. 

Brent later told me that John went after Mark but before he could get to him the motel security stepped in and made John leave the premises. Brent said that Mark looked really scared while the rest of the class sat motionless.

Security followed John to the door and watched him leave. As he left he clipped a light post. Apparently someone had called the police as soon as John went after Mark because they were there almost immediately. 

The police pulled John out of the car and arrested him for driving under the influence. He refused to take a breathalyzer test, though he probably wouldn't have passed it anyway since he drank half a bottle of rum less than eight hours before. Brent said all our classmates watched as the cops put John in a squad car. John yelled to Mark that it was far from over just as the door closed.

I stayed in my room and watched through the window. I knew I was to blame for all of it. Brent and Beth came up and got me as soon as the ruckus was over. 

Brent had told Mark that he made the biggest mistake of his life and no longer considered him a friend. But Mark denied that we were together. I guess it was the only way he knew to save his marriage. There was only one person I told and that was Beth. John had blurted it to the class and they would all have to decide for themselves. After the police car left, I remembered John saying about Mark fucking me again. How had he ever found out about the first time? 

My stomach was upset from my nerves being on edge. I also realized that I had unprotected sex with Mark. I wondered if the day-after pill would work two days later. Monday I saw my doctor first thing.

**** 

I was hoping John would call; I needed to hear his voice. I was almost frantic, and if it wasn't for Beth and Brent, I don't know what I would have done.

John spoke to Brent, emphasizing that he just couldn't see me right now. He had no idea what our future would be and needed time to work it out. Because of his arrest, he probably would lose his job. In our state he would get an automatic three days in jail and a six months driver's license suspension for the DUI, even though he didn't take the breathalyzer test.

He had to post five hundred dollars bond and instructed Brent to get our credit card information so he could withdraw the money. It hurt that he didn't want to see me since I was hoping we could work things out.

My stomach was hurting something terrible. I threw up till I had nothing left but the dry heaves. I struggled to make it to my doctor's appointment even. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long before they called me in. 

"Amy, you don't look so good," he said when walked into the examination room. 

"I've been a nervous wreck and throwing up." 

"Why don't you put on a robe and we'll check you over. Open the door when you're ready for me to come back in," he said as he left the room.

He didn't take long once he returned. After asking me several questions, he turned to my chart and made some notes. 

"Dr. Sheldon, I'm not sure how to ask this, but can you prescribe the morning-after pill for me? And will it work two days later?"

"Amy, I'm afraid it's a little late for that."

"I don't understand."

"You're pregnant, Amy."

Was it even possible to know a pregnancy two days after sex? I wasn't even in my right mind then.

"Amy, from what you told me, you stopped taking the pill several months ago. My best guess is that you're two months along. Don't you want the child?"

That's when I came to my senses. It wasn't Mark's child; it was John's. How could I have been so stupid?

"Amy, the throwing up was a combination of your nerves and the alcohol. I suggest you refrain from drinking while you're pregnant. Also, I should tell you that I don't do abortions. I'm here to save lives not take them. If you choose that route you need to go to a family planning clinic."

"No, Dr. Sheldon, I want my baby. God, I can't tell you how much I want it. I'm sorry I was so confused, but I want John's baby. Thank you so much, doctor."

The good doctor was probably pretty confused by then, but I didn't want to tell him anything about the horrible mistake I made. I hoped telling John about the baby would be enough for him to forgive me.

On Tuesday Brent went to pick up John. I had no idea what we would do since he had lost his job as a truck driver. All I knew was that I made a horrible mistake and I regretted it. I just wanted my John home with me so we could work out our problems.  

I told Beth that I was still scared to face John, not knowing what he might say or do. Three hours later when Brent pulled up in our drive, he was alone.

"Where's John?" I asked.

"I picked him up at the jail and took him to the bank."

"Where is he now?" 

"He told me to drop him off at the airport. I refused so he told me to pull over and he would get a cab. I did just that but I also followed the cab to the airport. I had a hard time finding him but he boarded a plane to Iowa. I came back as soon as I could."

"Oh my god, he's going after Mark. What should I do?" 

I was frantic. Should I call Mark or Cindy to warn them? I was worried about John getting in even more trouble, but at the same time I didn't want him thinking I was siding against him. My friends were as confused as I was. It was then the phone rang. The caller ID said Cindy Brady. 

"Hello."

"Amy, this is Cindy, Mark's wife. I received an anonymous call that said you and Mark had sex at the reunion. Mark denied it, swearing it was totally untrue. Is he lying to me? I really need to know."



Thank you for reading my story, comments are welcome and appreciated.

Ch. 2 to post soon.

DG Hear



Reunion Ch. 01



Ok, so this is my first shot at a girl/girl story. Constructive criticism would be great. I'm taking a chance with this one... 

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A goddess. After ten years that one word was what popped into my head at the sight of her. At 5' 5", bewitching blue eyes, a perfect smile, and brown tendrils that always held a particular sweet scent, she was the embodiment of Aphrodite. Yes, she was the only reason why I had said I would attend my high school reunion. The black dress she wore accentuated every luscious curve of her body and I found myself just as captivated by her as I had been back in middle school.

My post in the shadowed corner of the gym allowed me to watch her as she mingled. A smile formed on my lips, remembering the shy and introverted girl I had once known. Dances had never been our forte: We had left the glitz and glam to those better suited for it - the cheerleaders. As she took a seat at an open table I waited to see a 'plus one' join her. I was both shocked and thrilled - Is that petty of me? - When I realized that my goddess had no 'plus one' to join her. Taking advantage of the situation, I finished my drink and began to make my way over to her.

Ten years did a lot to a person. I had dropped 200 pounds, toned up, and changed my look - save for my trademark necklace and rings. Weight loss and exercise had turned my 5' 9" frame into tip-top shape; roaming eyes gave once overs, something I still wasn't used to. A Halle Berry hairstyle, black form fitting pants, a black tank top that dipped precariously low, and black, leather boots with a heel that rivaled a stiletto made up the new me. I knew she wouldn't recognize me...at first, anyway.

"It's true what they say, you never know who you're going to run into at these things," I said as I sat across from her.

She nodded, "I have heard that." Blue orbs met my gaze, clouding slightly as if she were trying to place who I was. I feigned disappointment.

I crossed my arms, "Damn. Ten years have gone by and not even one witty remark. Now who's the pushover, Missy?" Missy. A nickname that I was only allowed to call her. Her eyes widened and jaw dropped. The light bulb just clicked on.

"K-Kalli? Is that you?"

I smiled widely, "Not new, but definitely improved." Before I could say anything Amelia stood and then hugged me. A real hug. Wait a minute, she hated hugs...she hated physical contact period...or at least she use to. "Missed me, huh?"

She nodded then pulled back and returned to her seat. "You look..." A once over. "Great Really Great. I mean...wow..."

I laughed, "And you still manage to put the stars to shame."

A small blush, "I am perfect and you are...well, you're just a mere mortal, remember?"

"It's impossible to forget," I replied sincerely, her blush deepening. The fact that Amelia never knew how truly beautiful she was had always baffled me. Seems like perfection is a bit bashful.

"So who did you drag a long to this thing?" Mia asked, a brow rising.

I laughed, "No one. Flying solo tonight."

"Oh really?" Eyes narrowed. "So who's waiting for you back at the hotel?"

"This really cute pool boy named Chino," I replied, struggling to keep on my poker face.

Her eyes widened before a disbelieving look appeared. "You're making that up."

"Yes I am." We laughed. "There is no one waiting for me at the hotel...there's no one waiting period. I've been flying solo for a year now. Ever since Gina left me for Laura."

"Gina? As in Gina Morales?"

I nodded, "Yes, that would be her." Gina Morales - a girl I had been seeing on and off since we had met the summer before college. I'd become more confident with my bisexuality once I had left high school. With support of family as well as friends, I began to date both men and women. I suddenly began to wonder if Amelia had ever become more comfortable with hers.

"A year of being apart, huh? Any chance of reconciling?"

I shook my head, "Nope." I received a skeptical look. "I'm serious. That chapter is closed."

"Now where have I heard that before?"

I smiled lightly, "Yes, you were right and I was wrong. As usual."

"Perfection always is." Mia suddenly got serious. "Why did you run out on me all those years ago? Were you really that mad at me?"

I knew that was going to come up. Just didn't think it'd be this soon. "C'mon, Mia. That was so long ago. Ancient history. I'm not that pathetic little dork anymore," I said, looking to the table for a moment.

"You were never a dork, Kalli," she mumbled.

"You live alone?" I asked and immediately furrowed my brows at the randomness of the question.

She nodded, "Yes, I do."

"Wow, that's sad. At least I have a cat," I said, smirking and suddenly found myself on the receiving end of a wadded up napkin.

"Be nice."

I laughed then looked to the exit. It is kinda loud in here. "Want to get out of here?"

She nodded lightly, "I'd like that."

****

My hotel wasn't far from the high school and although it was a pleasantly warm August night, we had opted to take a cab. Once inside the cab, my destination given, my usual habit occurred and I placed my arm behind Mia. Looking into the rearview mirror I was met with the curious yet disapproving eye of the cabbie. Mia must've noticed and she pressed closer against me, immediately causing me to look to her with a questioning expression.

A sly grin formed on those tempting lips of hers. "Perhaps we should teach him to mind his own business," she whispered, her warm breath falling gently on my cheek, causing my heart to skip before I winked, signaling my agreement. I moved so that my face was out of the cabby's view and pressed my cheek to hers, lips level with her ear.

"Follow my lead," I whispered then pulled back slowly, letting my lips drag along her skin gingerly, feeling her shudder lightly. Maybe it was the drink I had had that night or the prospect of freaking some guy out, I wasn't sure but I knew that my courage had shot up ten points. A hand moved to rest on Mia's knee and not a moment later did my lips meet hers. Despite how deeply in love I had been - no was -- in love with her, I hadn't been expecting the sudden jolt of electricity between us to be so strong. The sensation had me half expecting Amelia to pull away, instead she pulled me closer.

Only one word is sufficient enough to describe that moment - bliss. Pure bliss. Suddenly the world fell away, the two of us the only people left. My tongue ran along her lower lip, a small moaning sound escaped her, and instantly she granted me access into her mouth, tongue battling with hers. A sudden lurch caused our lip lock to break, a man's voice barely registered in my brain.

"Huh? What?" I asked, trying to shake off the kiss induced haze and slow my pulse.

An irritated noise, "We're here."

"Oh, uh..." I reached down into my pocket and then handed the man a twenty. "Here ya go." I glanced to Amelia, noticing that the starry-eyed look still shown in her extravagant blue eyes and a rosy blush plastered her cheeks. Already I could feel a goofy-happy grin begin to form and so I quickly exited the cab, suddenly wishing it was cold outside. Mia followed suit and then we walked into the hotel in silence.

"I think we got to him," Mia said breaking the silence as we walked into the elevator.

"He's not the only one," I mumbled, pressing the button of my floor. The doors closed.

****

It's amazing how quick your patience disappears when your will power is waning. As I leaned against the elevator wall, it occurred to me that the machine was moving at a glacial pace -- surely fate couldn't be that mean, could it? My mind was still clouded from the lip lock Mia and I had shared in the cab, the sweet taste of her lips lingering on mine and causing the temptation to grate on the edge of unbearable. For that reason I dared not look at her, having learned long ago that looking at the object of your affection while enduring an awkward silence did only one thing...make things even more awkward. But this is what you've wanted since middle school. She initiated the kiss...you follow through, a voice in my head said, trying to sway me. I had -- no, did -- want this...her. But what if she didn't? What if Mia meant for that kiss to be nothing more than a game? That thought alone was enough to cause that all too familiar cold feeling to creep into my chest, making it fell like a ten-ton brick had replaced my heart. This wasn't a game...not for me anyway.

A light squeeze on my bare arm brought me back from my hectic thoughts. Mia's touch also caused me to look into those oh so blue eyes of my goddess. A lump formed in my throat, words swiftly departing -- save for the string of curses and questions that played through my mind. Why had I come back? Why did I think this would be a good idea? Why did I let myself believe that things could chang...

"Kalli, everything all right?" Mia asked, brows furrowing lightly.

Nodding I squeaked out a, "Yea, everything's great." It was then that I realized that we had reached my floor and the elevator doors were wide open. 

"Lead the way," Mia said, flashing a beautiful smile. I complied.

****

"So what is it that you do now, Kalli? Back when we were kids you always went where the wind took you," Mia said, smirking as she sat down on the plush couch.

I smiled, "As I recall, Missy, the direction I was usually headed in was yours as well." I sat down beside her, having decided that this was one of those times when alcohol wouldn't help. "But we all have to settle sometime."

A brow rose, "And what did you settle for?"

"Lots of money and a new body," I joked, raising both brows only to receive an elbow to the side. "Ok, ok. I settled for a comfy little life as a film historian working for Turner Classic Movies." I couldn't help but smile widely. I was one of the youngest historians on staff and would be the youngest co-host at the network. If I accepted that is....Wait? What!? Of course you're accepting. Why shouldn't you?

"Wow, Kalli. That's great. You're doing what you love. I'm proud of you," Mia said, meeting my gaze. "And even with your paycheck and devilish charm Gina left you?"

I nodded, "Her loss."

"What went wrong?" Mia asked and I watched her for a long moment in silence. 

"Laura Simone. Tall, blonde, and pretty. Producer at the network...and she got along great with Gina at the Christmas party." I sighed. "I was pulling late nights because I wanted to get ahead. She couldn't handle it so she went to Laura. Her loss."

"Damn straight," Mia said, placing her hand on my leg in the way that women do...but that didn't help my situation so I stood. Maybe that drink would help. "Kalli, are we ever going to stop pretending that ten years ago you didn't run away?"

I straightened as I poured my drink, "I didn't run away."

"Oh really? Because your back was the last thing I saw ten years ago when you walked out my door."

"Mia, it's ancient history."

"No it's not, Kalli. You could never lie to me back then and you're still terrible at it."

I sighed and turned to face her, "What do you want to hear, Mia?"

"The truth would be nice."

A frustrated noise left me, "I needed to leave. I was going to go crazy if I stayed any longer."

"Why?" she demanded.

"Because I fell in love with you and it killed me to see you with anyone else but me. Call it selfishness or jealousy or whatever you want to, but that's why I left. When I saw you making out with that scumbag you called a boyfriend I couldn't take anymore."

"So you left and changed everything about yourself, thinking...what?" she asked, standing and walking over to me, pulling herself to her full height as looked me square in the eyes. 

I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I hoped that if I got rid of the old me I could forget about the fact that everyone I was ever with was compared to you."

"If you wanted to forget then why did you come back tonight?"

"I've been asking myself that same question," I said. Mia nodded, grabbed her bag and then left, the door slamming behind her. Well that just went splendidly, I thought then downed the Scotch, the burn nothing compared to what I felt in my heart.

****

After Mia left I found that I probably should've spent some time on how to properly answer questions regarding my sudden disappearance. Then again, spilling my guts and confessing to having been in love with her then and now hadn't been part of my master plan, which had consisted of a simple "Long time, no see". As I began pacing furiously in the living room I knew I had done it this time. I cursed myself for thinking that popping up after ten years would be simple. Hell, simplicity to this whole situation had been thrown out the window when I had agreed to Mia's fake-out-make-out in the cab.

Halting my progression of making a rather large hole in the tile floor, I realized that I had two choices: Stay, grovel, and try to work things out...or turn tail and run. As appealing as the latter sounded, I knew that I didn't want to leave with things on shaky ground and so many unanswered questions...at least not again.

Leaving her ten years ago had left me empty, left me hollow. As cliché as it may have seemed, I had only been whole in her presence. Leaving had taken me from a whole, to that cold feeling of being a half. Despite my better judgment, I went crawling back to Gina, whom I knew wouldn't turn me away in my darkest hour. I blame a lapse in sanity for that decision. I also blame it for my ridiculous decision to push away the "old me" and go on the quest of making me everything I wasn't back in high school (most of which involved the physical). I spent the time I wasn't working on my schoolwork in the gym and whatever time was left over trying to make Gina and I work. Both of us had known it wouldn't, we just ignored it.

Sighing deeply, I plopped down onto the couch and placed my head in my hands. I couldn't keep track of the plethora of emotions that rushed through me. I was staying, I wasn't running, but...

"Now what?" I asked myself.

Wood creaked. "Historically this is the part where Casanova sweeps the girl off her feet," the familiar voice said. Startled, my head shot up and I felt my jaw drop as my eyes came to rest on Mia. I watched her, mouth agape as she leaned against the doorframe. "I thought that you of all people would know that."

"Wait...Wha...How..." My brows furrowed. "How long have you been standing there?" I could just imagine the dumbfounded expression on my face.

"Long enough," she replied.

"And I'm not dreaming or hallucinating right now, correct?" I asked, standing up and taking a tentative step towards her. A bemused smile graced her lips and something sparked in those sapphire eyes; my heart began to beat wildly in my chest.

She shook her head lightly, "No."

"Oh..." I stopped my progression towards her, trying to act cool, calm, and collected. "Good." My attempt failed and I had never moved so fast in my life. In three long strides I closed the distance between our bodies and our lips. My senses drank in everything; the familiar scent of her hair, the heat of her body, the taste of her tongue as we battled for dominance, the sound of a relenting moan escaping her, the feel of her soft skin, just everything. I felt myself becoming lost in the perfection that was Mia and not wanting the feeling to stop, I pressed closer, trapping her between the doorframe and I. When our need for oxygen won out over our lust, the kiss broke. Our breathing, though ragged, fell in sync on each other's lips and was the only sound in the room as our gazes locked. 

Finally regaining my voice, I said, "This could complicate things."

Her gaze dropped momentarily as she bit her lower lip and her cheeks flushed as she looked into my eyes once again. "So be it," she whispered.

The smile that tugged at my lips didn't have time to form as I found myself being pulled down for another oxygen depriving kiss. I couldn't believe this was happening -- maybe that Scotch I slammed down after her exit was the cause...Nah. My arms wrapped around her waist and I soon felt hers wrap around my neck. The bedroom wasn't far and judging by how quick the temperature was rising, I began to maneuver us in that direction.

Mia smiled into the kiss then broke it. "In a hurry?" she asked, but that husky, lust-filled voice held no objection.

I smiled playfully. "Oh well, if you're objec..." I was met with a brief kiss as her slender digits laced with mine. Breaking the kiss once again, she led me into the bedroom. Once there, Mia gave me a smoldering look that caused my blood to boil, hardly noticing that she was pushing me back towards the bed. Hypnotized by her body, my legs connected with the side of the bed and I didn't complain when she motioned me to sit.

Her hands reached behind her, the metallic whir of a zipper sounded, and that little black dress she wore slide to the floor. Heart pounding, lust becoming almost unbearable, my eyes slowly moved up her legs and as they continued their journey upwards, my brain had noted the dampness on the light blue panties she wore. Standing, I let a hand reach out and run along her thigh, raising Goosebumps. I held so much love and adoration for her that by the look in Mia's eyes, I knew she saw it in mine.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, lips just hovering over hers. The dress she wore had been strapless and she hadn't worn a bra underneath. The hand that moved along her thigh changed course, traveling precariously close to her sex and I heard a small gasp leave her. I had never been big on patience, but I had no desire to rush our lovemaking...even though my own body called to me to touch it. If there was one thing that could be sure, women had a common weak spot...the neck. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck and made my way slowly down it as my fingers pressed against her sex. She gasped and I knew I had her.

As my lips moved along her flesh and my fingers plied a certain nub on her lower body, I felt her nails move under my shirt before dragging them back down. The sensation caused a shiver to run down my spine. I loved the feeling of that and she picked up on it, hands making their way upwards and nails dragging down slowly. My lips pressed to hers, the kiss becoming frantic and passionate quick. I knew I had to change the course and in a smoothness that had taken a few years to get down, moved her so that she was the one against the bed and lowered her down onto it gently. 

With the tables turned and lips locked, I pinned her hands above her and broke the kiss. Dragging my lips over her chin, my tongue traced along the curve of her neck and all the way down to a full breast. Hearing her breathing increase slightly and feeling her shift against my leg that was between hers, I took the nipple into my mouth.

"Mmmm, oh...Don't s-stop," Mia moaned. Complying, I continued to tease her nipple with my teeth and tongue. Releasing her hands that I held captive, I moved lower, tongue making a path down to those panties she wore. My nostrils flared as the scent of her sex filled my senses, the scent intoxicating. Fingers hooking on the edge of her panties, I pulled them down and they quickly found their way onto the floor behind me. Glancing up to Mia, I noticed her chest rising and falling heavily in anticipation. Despite the voice in my head that said to continue on, I pulled back and figured that I had to level the playing field. I removed my clothing and couldn't help the feeling of satisfaction as a look of utter awe and admiration formed in her eyes. 

Moving back to my previous position, I slipped both her legs over my shoulders and placed my tongue on her clit. Her body seemed to convulse at the action, her hips bucking a bit. I stroked my tongue over her, the scent of her driving me on, making my desire to pleasure her that much stronger. Her hands tangled in the sheets and as I stroked harder, her moans grew louder. Just when I thought that they couldn't get any louder, she proved me wrong. I pushed my tongue into her core, probing deep, tasting her juices and wanting more. My restraint had left me. Moving my tongue back to her clit, I inserted one of my fingers and then another. I heard her repeat my name in between moans and pants; I pumped my fingers harder and faster inside of her as I flicked my tongue against her. Mia's hips bucked harder than before, her inner walls tightened, I removed my fingers, and then tasted her sweet cum.




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As she fell back against the pillows, I began to move back upwards. She practically dragged me upwards and kissed me fiercely. As it broke, I heard her whisper, "Now it's my turn." 

****

The night had worn on in a blur of heated skin and moaning, part of me never wanting the night to end. Unfortunately, it had to. ..and I wasn't pleased how it happened either. The first beams of sunlight crept into the hotel room through the cracks in the blinds and I pulled the sheets over my head, willing myself to go back to sleep. To my dismay I was unable to do so. Groaning with disapproval, I cracked open one eye and looked over to the other side of the bed...only to find it empty. 

Brows furrowing, I pulled the cover down and sat up, looking around the room. My heart was racing in my chest and a voice in the back of my head was telling me my worse fear -- she'd left. Realized it was a mistake and left. 

"Idiot," I mumbled to myself. Deciding to double check, I got up and searched the bathroom. Not there. The small living room. Nope. She was gone. You knew this was coming. She doesn't do 'complicated', remember? That's why you didn't do anything as stupid as this back then, the voice in my head said.

Just when I had thought that any pain I had felt in the past induced by her couldn't get worse, she had proven me wrong. Waking up alone after a night like we had shared was twisting the dagger a little too much for my liking. Throwing on a robe, I grabbed my cell phone from my bag and dialed 411.

"Hello? Newport, California." I grabbed a pen and paper. "I need the listing for a Miss Amelia Hatchet. Uh-huh. Thanks." Hanging up the phone, I sighed lightly. Ten years ago I'd run away from any confrontation with her...today I was finally going to initiate one.



Reunion Ch. 02-03



Chapter 2

As the doors closed behind me, I took a deep breath and felt the wave of nausea slowly pass. My head stopped spinning and I turned to Alex who had a big fat grin on his face.

"Don't do it!" I commanded.

He suddenly dropped his briefcase and hugged me tightly, laughing and kissed me on the cheek. "We did it, you stupid son-of-a-bitch! We got the contract!"

I pushed him off of me and laughed, "Hey it's not a done deal yet...there is still a ton of paperwork and security clearances that we have to get through."

" Jesus, you know we are up to speed on all that stuff, it's a formality! Why do you do that?! Every time we get something good on our plate you act like someone just ran over your dog!"

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to get too excited before all the t's are crossed, is that so wrong? Look, I am excited, I'm thrilled...I really am!' I said not very convincingly.

Alex punched my arm, "Put up or shut up, let's go have some drinks and piss away all our new hard earned money!"

"Shit Alex, I told I made plans to meet Anna at 7:00. Look, we fly out tomorrow, when we get home, I promise we will celebrate. We'll take the whole office out and celebrate. Would that make you happy?"

Alex reached down and grabbed his briefcase, "Ah yes the old girlfriend! Now I can see how you are planning to celebrate, you old dog!"

I laughed at Alex, "Don't be a dickhead!"

"Listen, you don't meet her til 7:00, let's just go grab a drink at the hotel bar and then I will let you go bang your ex."

I shook my head, looked at my watch and told Alex that he was buying as we turned and headed off to the bar.

I should have know better. Alex knows how to cajole me and before I knew it, I had polished off three martinis before I remembered to call home and pass on the good news. She knew I had been drinking and told me to not stay out too late because flying home with a hangover would not be any fun. I hung up the call and noticed the time. "Fuck! I gotta go get ready!"

"Hey listen Danno...you stay out of trouble tonight and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Seriously Alex, that leaves a lot open for me don't you think?"

You make it sound like I don't got no ethics or something?

I laughed, "When it comes to the ladies, I'm not sure you do. Look call me in the morning and we can grab some breakfast before we fly out."

I finished my drink and grabbed my briefcase before heading out of the bar. I stumbled a bit on the carpet of the lobby as I left the bar and as I caught myself I saw Anna sitting over on a couch, talking on her phone. I stood straight, checked my clothes quickly and then headed over to her. She caught sight of me, smiled and started to stand up.

"Well, my date is here so I have to go, I will talk to you about this tomorrow...OK...bye." She hung up the phone and leaned over to give me her patented hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Date?" I asked cautiously.

"Oh don't be an ass...you know, I'm so glad we could do this!"

I relaxed a bit, "Me too, I have to admit I was definitely a bit surprised when you suggested it, but the more I thought about it, I'm pleased."

"Well the thing about history is that it is history. Things didn't work out between us...but we had some good times and isn't that enough to be friends?"

I laughed, "The thing is I don't know if either of us felt that way nine years ago."

"Time heals all wounds right?" She reached and took my arm, "Now let's go have dinner and we can tell each other how we have moved on and how good we are doing without one another."

I laughed at her and we started walking towards the restaurant, "Somethings never change do they?" 

Chapter 3

My back slammed on the door of my room and I felt Anna's warm soft lips pressing hard against mine as she pushed herself against me. My hands grab her hips and pulled her tight as we kissed in the hallway, the smell of her hair and perfume working with the alcohol already in my system to further intoxicate me. I felt her tongue slide over my lips and into my mouth as my hands slid up her back, slowly caressing her. At last she pulled away and eyed me with a lust smile...a smile I had not seen in years. I immediately fumbled in my pocket and got the key card out, swiped it on the door lock and she pushed me into the room. I let her guide me over to the bed, kissing her deeply, my hands on her face as she wrestled my belt buckle loose. I stumbled backwards until the back of my legs hit the bed and I fell back onto it.

She laughed at me, "You always were soo clumsy."

I couldn't muster a response as she sank to her knees in front of me, staring at me the whole time with an intensely serious look. she slide her hands up my legs and took hold of my zipper, slowly peeling it down, smiling as she reached in my pants and pulled my cock free.

"Mmmmm I just knew you were happy to see me." She said admiring my stiffness, then she paused and ran her finger over her lips "Did you miss these lips?"

I gave a breathless response, "Yes."

"Do you want to feel them again?"

"Yes."

She purred and smiled, "I knew you would."

She slide her hand around the base of my cock and gripped it firmly, making it swell even more as she lowered her lips and wrapped them gently around the tip, and her tongue slid slowly under the head. She pressed her lips tightly for a moment, sucking on the head of my cock delightfully before she began to push her head down and take the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I let out a pleasured groan and she responded by pumping her head up and down, slowly running her lips and tongue up and down me, fucking my cock with her sweet mouth, over and over. My head spun with pleasure, amazed at her ability to drive me wild, still after all these years. Her fingernails dragged playfully over my balls as she continued to stoke me with her lips, pumping her head up and down with desire. She suddenly pulled her lips off me and pressed them on the tip of my cock, sucking on it gently as her tongue teased while her hand pumped the shaft slowly, my body instinctively shuddered in response, and my hips pressed up, but she held me down, keeping just the tip of my cock in her mouth as she looked up at me with her lusty eyes. She pulled her head back, pursed her lips and began to rub the swollen head of my cock all over her lips, stroking it with one hand, the other pressing down on my hips and holding me down. She was torturing me in a way that she knew she could, we had many opportunities to practice and it was incredible to feel again after so many years. She kept this up for what seemed like forever, stroking me with her hand while she licked and sucked me, then taking me deep in her mouth, over and over. But eventually she knew that I could not take anymore.

"I want your cum Dan." she commanded me after she pulled her lips off the tip of my cock, letting it pop free. "I want to taste your cum again!"

"Oh fuck yes!" was all I could say, as delirious pleasure swept over me. She began to pump my cock, wet with her saliva, hard and fast with her hand as she wrapped her lips around my cock again, moaning and stroking it in her mouth, the vibrations echoing down my cock. I could not hold back any longer. I let out a low groan that began to build to a loud moan, I gripped the sheets of the bed as I felt the heat of my cum flood into her mouth. A wave of intense pleasure swept through me, and she did not slow down for a moment, her hand pumping the cum from my cock into her eager mouth, her throat swallowing every drop. I held on as long as I could until the pleasure became too intense, and just as it did she pulled back, my cock slipping from her lips and she smiled up at me. I could tell just how much she got off doing that to me, driving me wild, bringing me to the very edge and pushing me over.

She climbed up and lay next to me on the bed, purring and basking in the afterglow of my orgasm.

"I hope you don't think your night is over." She said with mock sternness.

"I certainly hope not." I replied. 



Reunion Ch. 02



We slid back into the pool. Although it seemed like a very long time, only a few minutes must have passed because when I looked up, his wife, Alice, was still on the video. Just then, we heard the door open and Alice walked in. She was as beautiful and sexy as on the video. After Steve introduced me she looked up to see what we were watching. At first she looked scared but then she relaxed and looking at both of us said, “Are you interested in seeing the real thing?”

Alice left us for a few minutes while Steve and I stared at each other somewhat dumbfounded. She returned dressed in a robe and stood in front of the TV and preceded to imitate herself on the screen. She removed her robe to reveal a bikini with two gorgeous tits that were popping out almost as much as my eyes from their sockets. Her body was about as perfect as I had even seen – or even imagined. She joined us in the whirlpool and proceeded to deeply and sensually kiss Steve right next to me. I felt a little in the way and was about to excuse myself when she left Steve and gave me a little kiss which she then followed with another hotter one and another until are tongues were entwined halfway down each other’s throats. I think if she kept this up, I might have cum simply from a kiss. Instead, she put her hand on the bulge in my suit, looked over at Steve and said, “Do you mind if I help out your old friend here?” Steve couldn’t do much more than utter a groan of approval at which point Alice pulled down my suit and pushed me up on the edge of the pool. With my cock at head level, she began to slowly and deliberately lick up and down my cock. She gently sucked my balls one at a time while she entwined her fingers with mine with our palm touching. I could not believe I was having my cock sucked twice in the span of a half hour. If I hadn’t already cum, I would have lost it by this point. 

Alice told Steve to come over for a bit of attention himself. As Steve sat up to me, Alice swallowed almost the entire length of my cock. While doing so, she held onto my hands and dropped one into Steve’s lap where she had us rub the length of his shaft. I was not about to argue. Most of my concentration went towards trying not to come too soon. After a couple minutes, Alice let go of the hand not on Steve’s cock and took off her the bottom of her suit. She then climbed out of the pool and with me still on the side with my feet in the water; straddled me wrapping her legs around my back. As she slid down my throbbing pole, she again gave me one of the most sensuous kisses of my life. I had forgotten about Steve until Alice broke away from our kiss and told Steve to kneel up. He did so leaving his cock right at our face level. With her pussy gently moving up and down my cock, Alice grabbed Steve’s cock and began to lick up and down it’s entire length. His cock was only inches from my face. Continuing to hold his cock, Alice moved it away a few inches and kissed me in another one of her deep kisses. She then went back to Steve’s cock and then back to me – going back a forth a number of times. During our last kiss, she didn’t break away to suck Steve. Instead, she slid his cock in-between our kiss so that our lips met on either side of Steve’s cock. For the second time in my life, and the past hour, I was sucking on a guy’s cock. 

Breaking away from our kiss, Alice moved to the end of Steve’s cock and closed her mouth around it, taking in half of its length. She then returned back to our kiss with his cock in-between. She alternated between sucking his cock alone and between our lips until she pushed his cock into my mouth for a full suck. I was intoxicated with sex. I was going after his cock and her pussy with everything I was worth. Steve continued in the same daze. Just before I was about to come, Alice stopped moving, grabbed Steve’s cock from me and sucked hard while pumping his cock. Steve started shouting, “SUCK ME, SUCK ME, YES, YES , UH, UH, UHHHHHHHH” as he pumped his sperm into her hungry mouth and then collapsed. Alice then pushed me down on my back so that I would be much deeper in her pussy and she began to grind against my pelvis. With each movement, she would grind her pussy and would come closer and closer to orgasm. Just when it appeared she was about ready to cum, she laid down and kissed me. I was shocked to find that her mouth was still full of Steve’s come. She swirled it around with her tongue making sure I would get its full taste. 

With that she exploded, “FUCK ME, OH YES, YES, FUCK ME. YOU FUCKING GREAT FUCK, YES, YES, YES. YEEEEESSSSS.” I could take no more and exploded. My whole body convulsed as spurt after spurt of cum came firing out filling her pussy. Together, in an exhausted heap, we slid back into the whirlpool. 

We promised to keep in touch and they offered me a place to stay anytime I visited Philadelphia. I can’t think of a better incentive for finding business in the area. 



Reunion Ch. 02



Since I got so many wonderful reviews, I decided to award everyone by writing the second chapter as quickly as possible.

Again, constructive criticism is always appreciated. 

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Standing in front of the mansion that was Amelia's home, I realized that I was probably being a little too rash. Things had changed. I'd grown up with everything that I ever could've wanted...well, until middle school. Due to a series of events my family and I had ended up in a run down area of L.A. and the wealth we'd had was gone. Hell, she was the only thing that had gotten me through those years. Sighing, I rang the doorbell once more. "Probably takes about five minutes just to get from the kitchen to the door," I mused.

"Can I help you?" a male voice asked from behind me and I found myself turning to see another familiar figure.

"Tim Dalton?" 

"Uh, yeah. Who are you?"

"You live here with..."

"Hey babe, we need to get going if we're..." Mia's voice trailed off as her eyes came to rest on me. I looked at the two, not being able to hear anything but my heartbeat in my ears. Timothy Dalton and Amelia Hatchet -- the high school sweethearts had stayed together. My eyes shot down to Mia's left hand and suddenly a ring had formulated there. 

Tim cleared his throat and I looked to him. "I asked you a question."

"Still as polite as ever, Tim."

"Kalli..."

I shot a glare to Mia. "You..." It took all my strength to keep cool. "We need to talk. Now."

"Kalli? Wow, you look...wow."

"Yea thanks Tim as always your input is appreciated," I snapped then took in a calming breath.

Tim scoffed. "And you're still a bitch. What the hell are you doing here?"

"This has nothing to do with you," Mia piped in, looking to her fiancé.

"Actually it has everything to do with him." I looked back to Tim. "I've come here to speak with Mia."

"After ten years? Why?"

"None of your business."

Tim took a step toward me. "It is my business. You're talking to my fiancé after all."

I took a step towards him. "And what? She's not allowed to speak for herself?"

"Guys..." I heard Mia say.

"No, she's just not allowed to talk to you."

"OK, that's it!" Mia said, causing both of us to look over to her. "Tim, go inside. Kalli, come with me and we'll talk."

Despite how strong my urge was to give Tim another taste of my right hook -- having already shared with him that little beauty back in high school -- I followed Mia. I couldn't handle being around Tim and last night was the more important issue. She led me out to their pool house and once we had gotten settled she cleared her throat.

"I'm..."

"Sorry?" I said, not trying to hide every inch of malice that I felt. "For what?"

She sighed. "Look, last night..."

"Was a mistake?"

"Are you going to let me finish any of my sentences?" she asked, glaring at me. 

I shrugged. "Depends. Are you going to stray from what I already think you're going to say?" Silence fell between us for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not sure," she replied.

"You weren't wearing a ring last night."

"I took it off."

"Why?"

She adverted her eyes to the floor. "I'm not sure."

"Why did you tell me you lived alone? Why did you lie?"

"I'm not sure."

I shook my head then stood. "You know what? I knew you were going to say that. In fact, I knew this was going to happen...and I don't know why I bought into your crap about it'll be ok to complicate things."

"Kalli..."

"No, Mia. Last night you told me that you loved me. Did you mean it? Or was that just something you said due to being in the throws of passion? And don't say that you're not sure, because I know that's not true."

Her gaze met mine. "I did mean it."

"So, was last night really a mistake?" I crossed my arms, watching her.

"I honestly don't know."

I nodded, suddenly feeling my anger wilt and tears prick at the backs of my eyes. "Do you love him?"

"I...I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything right now." My eyes narrowed. "I'm serious."

Blinking back the tears, I looked away from her. "You going to tell him?"

She shrugged, "I don't know."

"Look, I've got business to do here. I'll be here for a week. How 'bout you call me when you've decided what you're going to do, who you're going to be with," I said then turned to leave.

"A week? You're giving me a week?" she asked, causing my hand to stop halfway to the door handle.

"Yes. Although you've had longer than a week. You've had ten years."

"Whoa, wait a minute." Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that she had stood. "You've had ten years too."

I turned to face her. "I wasn't the one to cheat. I wasn't the one who decided to take off my engagement ring. And coming back to my question, why did you take it off in the first place if you and Tim are so happy, huh? You must've been wanting to meet someone... or must've been waiting for someone." Looking down to the tan carpet, I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "Waiting for me."

She sighed. "It's like high school all over again."

"Funny how history repeats itself, huh?" I took in a breath. "You know where I'm staying. I leave from LAX at 8 pm a week from today." With that, I turned and left the pool house.

****

I'd lied. My flight was due to leave later that day. Once back at the hotel, I'd arranged to stay for another week and booked another flight to Chicago. Now I'd sit back and wait. I laughed at that thought. Me wait? The person whose patience wore thin, wait? Right. But I knew I had to. True I was at the risk of having my heart broken -- yet again -- by her, but I doubted that the pain I was already feeling could get any worse. 

Having stopped blaming myself for what had occurred and settled for finding some other reason or person to blame, I sat on the couch staring at the blank TV screen. Just when I thought that maybe a little TV couldn't hurt, a knock sounded on my door. I felt my chest tighten. Was it her? Had she made her decision already? There was only one way to find out. Standing, I walked over to the door and opened it. To my dismay, I found myself face to face with Tim again.

"Oh, it's you."

"What the hell did you do to her?'

My eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"What did you say to Mia?" he said, pushing past me and walking into the living room area.

"Sure, make yourself right at home," I mumbled, shutting the door. Joining him in the room, I kept myself a few feet away. That urge to remind of him of the punch I did pack having risen once again. "And I told you, it isn't any of your business." Yet.

"Like hell. She's not even coming out of the damn pool house."

"Maybe she just doesn't want to face that ugly mug of yours," I said with a smirk.

"You know, you've always managed to make things harder for her. What good have you ever done her?"

"Aside from making sure that she never found out how many times you cheated on her and putting up with her talking about you 24/7 like you were some sort of god? Hmm, I guess nothing."

He took a step towards me. "You listen to me. I want you gone, you hear me?"

"Sorry, Timmy, not going to happen."

Another step towards me; I held my ground. "Don't make me do something stupid."

"Don't make me make it so you can't chew stake without hearing your jaw pop again."

Blue eyes glared at me. "You don't think I know how you feel about her? How you've been in love with her since we were kids?"

"I know you have." I said, meeting his gaze. "That's why you worked so hard on making me out to be the bad guy. What's the matter? Scared that she'll see you for the bastard that you really are? Or are you still not secure enough with your man hood?"

"Bitch!" he spat, a fist coming my way and I ducked.

"Guess so," I replied. "Now it's my turn: Leave. I doubt you'd stay on Mia's good graces if she found out about this."

"Blackmailing me?"

"Just returning your kindness." I straightened. "Get out."

I knew my command had come too late and soon found myself on my back, pain flaring in my side. Wincing, I tried to get up but was stopped by the sole of his shoe stomping down onto my stomach, knocking the wind from me. Strong hands grabbed both sides of my shirt, pulling me up a small ways from the tile floor.

"You have two choices, Kalli. Do what I say and leave or this is going to get a hell of a lot worse for you."

"Big strong man," I managed to say. "Has to beat up a girl in order to feel like he's got things under control. Impressive."

Anger flared in his eyes then the world went dark.

****

I'm not sure on how much time had passed, but when I woke up I knew that going out in public anytime soon wasn't going to be an option. The happenings of the day flashed slowly in my mind as I tried to keep my eyes open, tried to sit up. Pain shot through my side and my head, causing the blurry images around me to start spinning. The sudden jolt of pain in my side had been so strong that my breath caught and I knew that I must've had a least two broken ribs. 

The cool tile floor pressed against my back, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. I'd thrown on a wife beater and pair of jeans earlier that day. I'd known this would be the price for coming back. The only difference was that I'd expected the ass kicking to come from her instead of Tim. What was even worse, was that this wasn't my first time. Memories of the excuses I'd used to not see her after Tim and I had gotten into an all out brawl one hot summer night sounded in my mind. 

I don't know why I had ever protected him...but deep down buried under all the hate I had for the guy I did know why. It wasn't him I was really protecting -- it was Mia. Tim had been her first relationship and if she'd found out about his cheating and what he did to me then she'd get hurt. Gritting my teeth, I pushed up onto my elbows slowly. Her get hurt. That's all I ever cared about back then. I'd never considered what I wanted for myself until I'd had enough of being led on then disappointed. Had enough of trying to make sure she was happy at the sacrifice of my own. Although, love made people do crazy things...and with her, what I did do for her got even crazier. Mia had a power over me, one that I doubted she even realized she did in fact have and if she did, she gave no indication of such knowledge.

My head throbbed, my ribs screamed their distress, my heart ached. Yep, she'd been right, it was just like high school. I placed a hand to the back of my head, feeling a damp spot just at the base of my neck. Blood. Not surprising. Tim could've killed me if he'd wanted, he had been certainly mad enough. Deep down I knew he wouldn't do such a thing, after all, that would hurt Mia too much...or at least I was hoping he wouldn't. 

Finally up on my feet, swaying slightly, I made my way into the bedroom. A hospital would ask questions, questions I couldn't answer. A voice in the back of my mind said that I should go to one, should answer those questions, that I should let Mia know what kind of man Tim really was. I tuned the voice out. It'd sway her decision...a decision I wanted her to make from the heart. Sighing, I sat down on the bed and then picked up the hotel room phone, my cell having been on the small table near the door, which had been too far away for my liking. 

A friend that I had stayed in touch with happened to work at the local hospital and I knew I could call in a favor. Hell, he'd practically been my physician since the whole love triangle came into place. He'd been the only friend from my once opulent lifestyle to not shun me for who and what I was. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer.

"Dr. Nathan," the voice said. 

Somehow I managed a smile. "Hey Shaun, remember me? Your very first patient?"

"Kalli?"

"Yea."

A small sigh. "What happened?"

"What do you think."

"I'm guessing that's leaning more towards a 'whom' instead of a 'what', right?" I didn't answer him. He sighed. "Where are you?"

"At the hotel three blocks from your office."

"How bad?"

"Possible concussion, broken ribs. You know, same old same old." My attempt at trying to keep the mood light failed miserably as another sharp pain ripped through my side, causing me to wince. "Just hurry, huh?"

"Yea, I'll leave right now. Stay awake, ok?"

"I know the drill."

"Kalli?"

"Yea?"

"I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch lately."

I sighed lightly, a small smile forming on my lips. "Don't worry about it."

****

"Well Kalli I can certainly say without a doubt that you are much stronger than you look," Shaun said, offering a smile.

"Thanks. I think." 

"So, back in that triangle, huh?"

I nodded lightly. "Odd how easy it was to slip back into it after all these years."

"You had help," Shaun said, a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Shaun..."

"I'm sorry, Kalli but you know that I've never agreed with how she treated you. It hurt me to see you hurt, both physically and emotionally. If she truly cared then she wouldn't have done all of this to you."

"She didn't throw the punches," I said, watching him.

"No, but she was the cause for them."

"Oy." I mumbled and relaxed into the downy softness of the hotel pillows propped behind my back a little more. "Things are..."

"Complicated between you two, I know."

"So I've used that argument before, huh?" 

Shaun nodded. "And I never bought it. All of you were to blame for this whole debacle."

"For the record, if you're trying to make me feel better, it's not working. I suggest you work on your bedside manner a little more, Shauny."

"I suggest that you listen to me for once."

My eyes narrowed. "I did. I left."

"You ran."

"You said leaving would be good for me."

"Kalli, I meant for a weekend in Palm Springs with me and some of our friends back then. Not ten years away."

"Friends? Aside from you who did I have here, Shaun? No one wanted to hang out with the girl who had suddenly realized her sexual identity and had gone from riches to rags." I took in a calming breath. "Mia was the only one who was kind to me in Chino."

"She's your poison, Kalli. You both know this."

"I hear what you're saying Shaun and I know that it's smart and I know that you're right, but I can't deny or ignore the fact that I love her. I haven't come back into this 'debacle' blinded. I know what I could gain or lose...and she's worth it either way. Getting closure, finally figuring it all out, is worth this."

Shaun watched me for a moment then let out a relenting sigh. "Fine. Just...take it easy, ok? You've got those painkillers in you so you will be able to sleep and wake up after doing so. I'll swing by later to check up, all right?"

I nodded. "Yea."

"And don't worry, I swear myself to secrecy."

"I trust you."



Reunion Ch. 02



It took Melissa nearly an hour to drive home from Jason and Karen's house. She had time to do a lot of thinking, and couldn't help replaying the evening over and over in her head. It certainly didn't unfold as she had envisioned it would, but if anything, it was an order of magnitude above anything that she had dreamed of. She had never experienced anything like the play room at Jason's, but hoped she would have more opportunities to visit. They certainly seemed to want her to come back and meet their friends and perhaps, if she played her cards right, even Gary may be talked into participating. The potential of having Gary go there with her was becoming important to her. He had never really expressed any interest in actually participating in the sorts of things she loved, but he did surly enjoy living such events vicariously through Melissa. Perhaps it was time for him to make the next step.

When she got back home, it was late, but she didn't feel at all tired. She was riding a wave of adrenaline from the time at Jason and Karen's. She wasn't even sure she could sleep even though she was exhausted. She was surprised to see Gary sitting in the TV room watching a movie on TV when she came in.

"You didn't have to wait up for me," she said. "I told you that I might be rather late."

"I know," he answered, "but I was concerned about you being out alone this late. Besides, I wanted to hear about your evening. You said you went for drinks with some friends. Did you really just go for drinks with friends, and who were the friends?"

Melissa had no reason to make up any sort of stories or excuses. She and Gary had been through these discussions before when she had been out with one of her men friends.

"I went over to the home of my old school boyfriend and his wife. None of us wanted to hang around too much after the banquet. They live about 40 miles or so from here in Kentwood. We did have a few drinks, but then we had a threesome."

"A threesome? You and his wife and him? Damn!" Gary said sitting up straighter. "What did you to take turns doing him or doing him in different ways at the same time? You and the wife didn't actually have sex together did you? You've never done that have you?"

Gary shut off the TV as Melissa sat down in a chair opposite him.

"I've never had any experiences with another woman since some relatively innocent fondling and fooling in college when some friends and I were drunk. But tonight it seemed almost natural that she and I would share her husband. Her name is Karen and his name is Jason. They lived away from here for years, but moved back some years ago. They have a beautiful house and they have this secret room for sex play in their basement. Well, for all intent and purposes, it's a dungeon."

"A dungeon?" Gary asked his eyes widening. "You mean like whips and torture and stuff like that? Holy shit Melissa, how much are you into this stuff?"

"Oh, it's not as bad as you might imagine. They took a fairly mild approach with me since it was our first time together. I'll tell you about it, but first you have to get naked. I want to watch you play with yourself while I tell you about it. I want to see you playing with your hard cock while I tell you what they did, but I don't want you to cum till I tell you that you can. Are you willing to do that?"

Melissa didn't have to wait for a verbal answer. Gary was busy taking off his clothes. In seconds he was stark naked. He went to the kitchen and got a bottle of hand lotion and squeezed it into the palm of his hand and sat on the sofa opposite Melissa. He began handling himself as Melissa settle in to tell him about her experiences. His cock was erect and hard and throbbing as he stroked it and fondled his balls for Melissa to watch. He had done this for her before when she told him about some of her times with other men, but never had there been a threesome in a dungeon and her having sex with another woman. It was all he could do not to shoot his load immediately.

Melissa smiled as she continued her story. "I was actually surprised that Jason brought his wife to the dinner and dance. I had assumed he would come alone and that we might hook up in a motel or something, but it turns out that he and his wife both enjoy playing with others,

We left the party after dinner and I followed them to their house. It's really nice. After a few drinks, they said that they would like to have a threesome with me in their special room. I was a little nervous since I had never played with a bi-sexual woman and haven't really done much in the way of heavy BDSM stuff. However, after all the wine I had drunk and as horny as I was, I was certainly not going to let the opportunity go by."

Melissa watched Gary intently. His eyes were closed as he slowly stroked himself and played with his balls. He knew he was in for a long story so he was in no hurry to pop his load. 

Melissa continued. "They took me downstairs to their secret play room. There were all sorts of whips and paddles and vibrators and other toys. There was a wall for shackling people; there was a mirrored wall for the shackled person and others to watch themselves. There were also rings in the floor for shackling people to the floor, and there was a padded bench or bed in the middle of the room."

Gary, eyes still closed, was obviously trying to imagine the room in his mind as his hands continued to pleasure himself.

Melissa moved over to the sofa to sit next to Gary as she went on. "They both caressed me as I stood in the middle of the floor and they undressed me. At first It felt odd being naked in front of Karen as well as Jason, but I soon got used to it as she played with my nipples and pussy. It was so nice having a woman do that because she seemed to know exactly how to touch me.

Both Jason and Karen got naked, but then put on leather outfits that were quite kinky. They shackled my wrists and ankles to the wall so that I was helpless. I could see my reflection in the mirrored wall opposite me.

"What did they do then?" Gary asked huskily.

First then slapped my breasts and then flogged my thighs and breasts and pussy with a leather stranded whip. It stung like crazy, but it didn't really hurt, at least not that much. Still it was so arousing to feel the sting of the whip as they slashed it everywhere on me. It was an odd feeling. Partly pain, but partly almost like a burning itch like a million ants biting me. I wanted to rub my skin, scratch the itch, but my hands were bound. That was the real torture more than the sting of the thing itself.

Then, they switched from flogging me to tickling me."

"Tickling?" Gary asked, opening his eyes and looking at her. "That's not like whipping you."

"No," Melissa responded. "In some ways it was even a worse torture. They used this little spiked wheel to run all over me, under my arms and across my breasts and belly and thighs. At the same time, Karen was using a feather on me in my ears and nose and lips as well as my pussy. She also put a vibrator in my pussy and ass,"

Gary moaned as he thought about his wife being tortured like that. "Were you actually laughing from the tickling?"

"Laughing, crying, screaming, moaning, what wasn't I doing?" Melissa told him. "I was so intense, especially when they started working on my feet. You know how sensitive my feet are. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and I couldn't move to stop them. I really felt like I was going to pee all over myself. Even Karen knew it and teased me that she wanted to see me do it, but I wasn't going to let myself go that way. I almost did, but they stopped because they could sense that I was also close to cumming."

Gary squeezed his cock and moaned, but he wasn't going to let himself cum either.

Melissa carried on. "After more tickling with a feather and some additional flogging of my tits and pussy, they took me from the wall and bound me to some rings embedded in the floor. My face was right up against the padded bench in the middle of the room. They spanked and flogged my butt but also continued tickling me. My God Gary, the whipsaw betweem the two sensations was unbelievable. It was like my mind was in another place trying to sort out the sensations. But then, Karen sat on the edge of the bench and spread her legs in front of me. I had never seen another woman that close except in pictures. I could smell her and see how wet she was,"

Gary almost whimpered as he slowly continued his masturbation with his eyes closed.

Melissa said softly, "I knew what was going to happen next as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her crotch and ordered me to eat her pussy. Gary, I've tasted myself on my fingers when I've gotten myself off, I had never tasted another woman. It was like me, but just enough not like me to know it was someone else. But I actually liked it Gary. I enjoyed pleasuring her."

"Did she cum on your face," Gary asked thickly in a husky whisper.

"No, not then," Melissa answered. "I just kept licking her, and then I sensed Jason kneel behind me and push his big hard cock into my cunt. I won't lie to you Gary. That's what I was thinking about for the past several months knowing the reunion was coming up. I wanted to feel Jason's cock in me again just like all those years ago. He fucked me hard and slapped my ass and pushed his fingers into my asshole as I kept licking Karen's pussy. I thought he was going to pump me full of his cum, but he pulled out."

"He didn't cum in you?" Gary asked his eyes open and looking into hers.

"No. He shifted to the front and put it into Karen's pussy. He was so close to me. I could almost lick his balls as he fucked her hard, but I couldn't reach them. I wanted to, but I think he purposely kept out of my reach to torture me. Karen knew I wanted Jason to fuck me and she was making me watch him fuck her. I was so close to them that I could hear the slurping of her wet pussy as his cock slid in and out of her. I could see his cock all slick with her juice and smell them. I wanted his cock in me Gary. I can't help telling you that. Finally, he let out a low bellow and shoved hard into her. I knew he was cumming. I know he was giving her the man cream I had wanted from his cock."

"I'm sorry Melissa," Gary whispered. "I know you wanted to feel him cum in you. I understand. Is that it? You came home?"

"No, not yet," she said. "He pulled out and put his cock in mouth to taste the two of them on his dick. Then he moved behind me as Karen slid down again. She ordered me to lick his cum dripping out of her hole while he stuck a vibrator in my pussy and ass, The smell and taste of him in her and the feeling of those dildos made me cum like a wild animal in heat. Good God it was intense."

Melissa saw Gary stroking harder like he wanted to make himself cum, but she took his hand away,

"No, Not yet. Don't come yet. Look at me. I will control when you cum and how."

Gary looked into her eyes. He knew she was up to something but not sure exactly what. Normally she just let him jerk as he wanted off while she told him about one of her adventures. He assumed that when she said that she had cum in the two dildos, that it was the end of her story. 

Melissa held Gary's hands and looked into his eyes for a moment. She had originally planned to let him cum into her hand and she would make him lick it up as she had talked about with Jason and Karen. But as she watched him during her recounting of the evening, she began having other plans and she had to make sure that Gary understood. As much as the previous couple of hours with Jason and Karen had been amazingly satisfying and tiring, Melissa felt herself becoming aroused again. She felt the heat and wetness in her pussy as she told Gary of her adventure. This often happened, but tonight was different. There had been something special with Jason and Karen tonight and Melissa felt that she was at a crossroad and she needed to explain to Gary.

She continued. "After I came, they released me and we shared another glass of wine or two as we talked about the future. I want to talk to you about that Sweetheart, but first, I want to see you release. It's time for you to cum."

Melissa removed all of her clothes and lay back on the floor with her legs spread wide so that Gary was looking right up her crotch. He loved seeing her like this and she knew it. He loved seeing her open and vulnerable and often told her how he imagined her being like this with the other men she had seen over the past few years.

"Come here Sweetheart. Look at my wet pussy spread for you. It's the same pussy Jason had his cock in earlier this evening when he fucked me, but he didn't cum in it. I want you to put your cock in my wet pussy and fuck me. I want you to fuck me and cum in me. Give me every drop of you deep inside me."

Gary didn't have to be told twice. He knelt between Melissa's legs and slid his rock hard cock into her as far as she could. Melissa let out a moan as she felt him bottom hard against her clit. He began to fuck her hard and deep. His passion had been building for the past half hour as he stroked his cock, listened to her story, and tried to envision her in Jason and Karen's play room.

As he pounded her hard, Melissa reached around him and smacked his butt cheeks as hard has she could. The sound of her smacks filled the room as she spanked Gary as hard as she could. It only spurred him on more, like a race horse under the crop as he came down the home stretch.

"Come on Gary, FUCK ME!" she commanded. "Fuck my cunt like it was the last one on earth. Fuck me! Fuck me hard damn it!" 

She dug her fingernails into Gary's butt cheeks, and he let out a roar, not from the pain of her nails, but the release of what seemed like quarts of pent up semen deep into his wife's soaking cunt. 

"JESUS MELISSA! OH MY FUCKING GOD!" he bellowed out as she wrapped her legs around him to pull him in as deep as she could.

In moments, Gary collapsed on her panting hard as Melissa stroked his hair. "That's it Baby, That's it. Give it all to me."

Then she continued. "Pull it out Baby, and bring it up here so I can taste us."

He straddled her face and watched as she licked his balls and now softening dick.

"Now it's your turn Baby," see whispered. "Go down there and clean up all your cum dripping from my pussy just like I cleaned Jason's from Karen's pussy earlier."

Gary crawled down and positioned himself prone with his face inches from Melissa's pussy that had started leaking his cum. This was nothing new for Gary. It loved eating his wife's creampie and went right to it with gusto tasting the sweet and pungent cocktail of his juice mixed with his wife's.

"Ummmm yeah," Melissa moaned. "Put your fingers in me and lick my clit Baby. Don't stop till I cum on your face."

In moments, Melissa was writhing and moaning as she rode the wave of her orgasm rippling from her uterus to her pussy being fingered and tongued by her loving husband. It wasn't an earthshaking orgasm like the one at Jason and Karen's with vibrators in her ass and cunt and her face in Karen's crotch, but still moving and fulfilling. She was even surprised that she could still cum after her exhausting adventure earlier.

As she calmed down, Gary crawled up and lay next to her, He rolled her so that her face rested on his chest and he could stroke her shoulders and back. They lay there for several minutes, and then Melissa sat up and leaned against the sofa. Gary looked up at her.

"Sweetheart," she said as she ran her hand softly over the hair on his chest. "We have to talk about something."

Gary sat up. He had long since learned to become wary when his wife hit him with the "We have to talk" line.

She continued. "You know how happy and grateful I am that you've been so understanding these several years as you've let me go out and explore my special interests and desires. I truly am thankful for that and love you for it. But tonight was something different. The other men I've been with have just been in motels or alone with them one on one and even though we've experimented with some of the B/D and kink that I love, it wasn't like tonight. Tonight was the first time I was with a couple, a couple with a special room and who really seemed to know how to push me further than I have been before. Trust me, it wasn't as far as I know It ccould go by any stretch of the imagination, but it was something different for me to be topped by two people at the same time. It was quite exciting and erotic. I loved it."

"So what are you telling me, Sweetie?" Gary asked. "Are you saying that you no longer want to be with me or what?" 

"NO! That's NOT what I'm saying at all." Melissa insisted. "It is true that I intend to go back to be with them as often as they'll have me. I also want to be with their friends who they also play with. I can't imagine how erotic and arousing It could be to be part of a larger group. What I'm saying Sweetheart is that I want YOU to be a part of that with me; to share it with me."

Gary looked at her. "You know I have a hard time accepting some of that sort of stuff Melissa. I don't know If I could. I don't know how I could fit in with that,"

"Yes you could Sweetie," She insisted. "Jason and Karen are great people. They would understand that you're new to this just as they understood that I was in some uncharted waters as well. They can help you understand. They could work with you,"

"But what would I do?" Gary asked. "Would I be expected to let them do to me the sorts of things they did to you, or are you expecting me to be more like them and do things to you like you've always wanted."

"It wouldn't matter, Baby. Maybe both. I don't know. I watched you tonight while I was telling you about my evening. You had your eyes closed and you were picturing me being taken. Imagine how erotic and hot it would be for you to actually see it, hear it, be right there. You could actually see Jason fuck me or watch me suck him off. Maybe I'd watch while they did things to you or even watch you fuck Karen. I don't know exactly what would happen. We'd have to see what you felt comfortable with, but all I know is that I want to continue on my little odyssey, but really want you to be there with me. I don't want to just keep going off and coming home to tell you about it. I want you to be part of it. It's time Gary. It's time for you to join me in the life I want. The life I need. It could be good for us and help us understand each other better. Please say yes. Please."

Gary looked into her face and knew she was sincere. She did want him to share this life with her. "Ok," he said, "OK, I'll try, but I can't make any promises that it will work out,"

Melissa grabbed him and hugged him hard. "Oh Baby, thank you. It's going to work. I just know it. I know that Jason and Karen can help us together."

Melissa was smiling broadly and couldn't wait to e-mail or call Jason tomorrow with her plan. She kissed Gary and said, "This is going to be so good for us Baby, really. But right now, I need a hot shower with you and some sleep. I'm so exhausted."

They gathered their clothes and walked up the stairs to go to bed. Melissa was already planning what she wanted to tell Jason and Karen.

(Continued)



Reunion Ch. 02



This is a continuation and to follow the story it would be best to read chapter one.

Cheers

CharlieB4

*****

At work, the boss was standing at the front door when I got there. I didn't expect that, as I usually opened up, and he strolled in, mid-morning. We were just a small workshop and steel fabrication business. We worked on mowers, small tractors and farm machinery. We had a steady clientele from around the district, especially people with older machinery. Parts could be hard to get, and expensive, but we had the gear to make new shafts and bearing housings from scratch at half the price.

I ran the workshop, and my boss did spare parts and sales. We mostly stayed out of each other's way, so I was surprised to see him waiting for me.

"What's up, Brent?"

"Do you know the Mason place on the hill, out past the sporting fields?"

"Yeah, everybody does."

I was on guard. Melissa's last name was Mason. The house he was talking about was her family home; a large, old-style homestead built by one of the original farming families. It had extensive grounds, and even a series of ponds. They opened the garden up for a family day a couple of times a year, with the proceeds going to charity.

"Well, they are thinking of changing their suppliers and were wondering if we could go up and service their machinery today."

"No chance. I've got a full book down here, today. Maybe in a couple of weeks..."

"No, Tony, it has to be today. She was most insistent. They are thinking about trading in all there stuff for new ones. That's two large zero-turn mowers, one 60 horse-power tractor and attachments." I could see the commission dollar signs spinning in his eyes.

"Well...I suppose I could send one of the boys out..."

"You're not listening, Tony. She wants the best, and that's what she is going to get. Now, get your tools in your truck and get your arse to that house!"

I did as I was ordered. Melissa was playing another one of her games, but she had me at a disadvantage, this time. Driving to the house, I wasn't too worried as it was her parents' house, so I assumed at least one of them would be there. I assumed wrong.

I had no idea where the equipment was housed, so I drove up to the main house. I pushed the intercom button, and Melissa answered.

"I'll be there in a second, just putting some clothes on." The distorted voice squawked from the small speaker.

I looked around at the manicured lawns and formal garden beds that flanked the paved entrance way. The door opened and revealed a recently showered Melissa, her hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head. Her face, clear of makeup, perhaps even more radiant. She was wearing a long cotton dressing gown tied with a sash around her middle, which accentuated her hourglass figure. The silky lapels crossed over her breasts, revealing a hint of cleavage. Dragging my eyes away from her body, I looked up and saw her look of satisfaction at the effect her appearance had on me.

"Where are the...er..machines I have to service?" I asked, trying to seem in control.

Melissa leaned against the door, smiling. "Are you sure you don't want to start with me?"

"Not until you and Sal have worked out the details."

"Spoilsport!" She replied, poking her tongue out. "Go back to the fork in the drive and follow it around the back. You can't miss it. The gardener has the day off, so you shouldn't be disturbed."

I retreated back to my truck and she watched me go; the amused look still on her face. I found the shed and started work. There were actually three zero-turn mowers of various ages and widths, along with a 60 hp Kubota tractor with front end loader and mower on the back. Next to the section with all the implements was a fully equipped workshop; new blades and bearings were laid out for each mower next to drums of oil. It was going to be a long day.

At about 12:30, I was wiggling out from under the tractor when I ran into an attractive set of stocking-clad legs. Melissa stood over me.

"I'm going to meet Sal at St Catherine's. Will you be alright here by yourself?"

As she spoke she moved one leg forward, giving me a view up her skirt to her crotch. I could see the small piece of material covering her pussy, and the thin strip of her g string disappearing between her cheeks.

"Yes...yes I'll be fine" I stammered, as I tried to move so I could see her face.

"Best be careful with that tent you're pitching. There are a lot of sharp things around here." Melissa laughed as she turned and walked out of the shed.

I looked down and saw the bulge of my growing erection in my overalls. Damn, that woman could get under my skin.

I had the job done by 3, and I was packing up, hoping to be gone before Melissa got back. My phone rang. Checking the screen, I saw it was Sal.

"Hi, Sal. How did it go at the school?"

"Great. They were so helpful and they seem excited for our girls to be going there!"

"That certainly makes a change. I'm just packing up from a job and that will do me for today, so I should be able to pick up the girls and get home early."

"No need. Mum's going to keep them overnight. I just have to drop off some clothes. Umm, well, I talked with Melissa and, well...er...she thought it might be a good idea to start your...er...baby making this afternoon."

"But, I thought Friday was the day?"

"These things aren't precise, so you know...if you do it more..then maybe it will mean it works this cycle." Sal sounded uncertain, and I know I was.

"What did you work out with Melissa?" I inquired, becoming resigned to my fate.

"Just that we will help her make a baby. She will come home when she is ovulating for six months. If it hasn't worked by then, you have to get tested. If that shows you're fertile, we have to try for another six months. If after that time Melissa isn't pregnant, then we call it quits, but the girls stay at St Catherine's."

"Can't I just jerk off into a jar after this time? And what's with the 'we?' Are you going to watch?" I was getting angry and raising my voice.

"Don't yell at me! Melissa wants to do it the natural way, that's all. No, I'm not going to watch, but I will be supporting you both through this. Come on, Tony! She's smoking hot! You have the opportunity for wild sex outside of our marriage with my agreement. Man up and get the job done!" Sal barked at me, matching my anger.

"That's easy for you to say...Sal...Sal?" She either lost service or hung up.

I threw the last of my tools in the truck and waited, wondering which motel we would be going to. Twenty minutes later, Melissa's BMW drove through the entrance gates and towards the shed. She pulled up next to the truck with her window rolled down.

"Have you spoken to Sal?" She asked.

"Yes." I replied, still sulking from how the conversation ended.

"Good, let's go over to the house and get started!" Melissa flashed me a sultry look over her sunglasses.

"What about your parents?"

"They're in Perth till Friday. We have the whole house to ourselves. Last one there gets to sleep on the wet patch!" Her window rolled up as she spun her wheels on the gravel road and headed for the house at top speed. I followed at a more leisurely pace. Her car disappeared into a garage, so I rolled up to the front door. As I got out of the truck, the front door opened wide. Melissa stood just back from the threshold, motioning me in.

"Come on, slow poke!" She scolded.

I walked towards her, the line from an old nursery rhyme going through me head. 'Won't you walk into my parlour, said the spider to the fly.'

Melissa closed the door behind me, then led me through to the kitchen.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked.

"Is there somewhere I can wash up?" I held up my hands, showing my oily palms.

"In the laundry," she pointed to a door off to the right. "There is a shower in there. You may as well freshen up before we get dirty." Her attempts to lighten my mood weren't working.

"I haven't got any clothes to change into."

"You won't need any." she replied, smiling. Then seeing my demeanor, she hardened. "Oh, come on! We aren't cutting out your kidney here! It's just sex. You might as well enjoy it, because I intend to!"

Moving towards me, she hustled me towards the door. "Get in there and wash away your frown." As I moved through the door, she slapped my bum, "I'll get you a bathrobe."

I took a long time in the shower. Getting out, I dried myself, then put on a robe that Melissa had left. Walking out, I saw Melissa standing impatiently at the kitchen bench with a glass of wine.

"Finally! I was worried that you had drowned in there. Would you like a drink?"

"No thanks, lets just get this done!" I replied. I may as well have been referring to a welding job.

"Alright then. Let's go upstairs to my room." She growled, tipping the rest of her wine down the sink.

We went up the staircase, and I tried to keep an obvious gap between us. Once inside the room, she told me to make myself comfortable while she went into an adjoining bathroom. I removed my robe and got under the doona. I began slowly stroking my cock, thinking if I could get a head start I might get out of there quicker. Melissa came out of the door and immediately guessed my intention.

"If you want to increase your chance of success, then you should realize if you pop off before I'm ready then you decrease the probability of impregnation." 

I stopped stroking.

Melissa walked slowly to the side of the bed and stopped. She slowly loosened the sash that held her gown closed. Once it was undone, she shrugged her shoulders and it fell, revealing her naked body. Even though I was expecting it, I gasped, which caused Melissa to smile. I had seen her in a bikini a long time before and knew she looked good, but naked she was unbelievable. Maybe she had been under the knife, but if she had, then it was money damn well spent.

She slid between the sheets and moved over to be next to me. Her palm slid over my chest and stomach, but stayed clear of my still hard cock.

"Oh yes, " she purred, " so tight and firm. Just like I hoped it would be."

Taking my hand from my hip, she lifted it and placed it on her breast. I slid it lightly over the surface, feeling her nipple pressing expectantly against my palm.

"Mmmn, rough hands. I like rough hands. "

Melissa pressed closer, forcing my hand to flatten her tit. She put a hand behind my head and moved in for a kiss. I ducked, so her lips met my hair. It didn't deter her, as she held my head down while lifting her body higher, bringing her impressive bust into play. I gave in, slightly. Melissa wasn't going to let this finish until she at least thought she had won. I opened wide, taking her right nipple and as much breast into my mouth as I could.

"Yes!" She moaned, "that's it, suck those titties!"

Pushing my head from side to side, she had me working on both breasts while running her fingers through my hair. I dropped my hand down and cupped her sex, then slid my middle finger along her very wet slit. Melissa moaned and lifted her hips to get more contact. I kept my touch light, teasing her outer lips every now and then, straying closer to the hard nub of her clit before dancing away again. All the while, I sucked and licked those magnificent tits.

Melissa was getting worked up, but so was I. Her hand now stroked my cock and desire was overwhelming me. In order to get back to business, I removed her hand and pushed her roughly onto her back. Moving between her legs, I positioned my dick at the entrance to her dripping hole. 'Just get the job done and get home.' I thought, if only it were that simple.

I slipped inside. Melissa gasped and I groaned. Wow! This was different. Good, and different. I hadn't been with another woman for the last ten years. Before Sal, I had some experience in the fumbling and giggling way teenagers have sex. With Sal, we'd worked out a bit of a routine, I suppose. We both knew what the other liked, and how to accommodate the other's desires, but it was mild-mannered married sex.

Melissa was hard where Sal was soft, demanding where Sal was compliant, and Melissa was tight. I don't know whether it was exercise and muscle tone, or my dick was a little bigger than she was used to, but I could feel her cunt stretch as I continued to push inside. Her fingernails dug into my butt cheeks and she moved her hips, pulling me in until I was fully enveloped by her slick cunt.

We stayed like that, our hips pressed together, for some time.

"Oh, god! It's so good to have a real man's cock for a change!" Melissa gasped, still grinding her sex against me.

I eased out a little, but those long fingernails dug in again and hauled me back in.

"Give me a minute, Tony. Bring those lips down here and suck on my titties some more." She commanded.

Telling myself that I had to do what ever it takes, I complied. In my head, I was trying to keep this a business transaction, but my body was sending me other signals. I nipped and sucked on her nipples before moving up to the nape of her neck. The fingernails retracted from my butt, and I began to move slowly in and out.

"Yes! Yes!" Melissa hissed, "fuck me country, boy!"

Her hands found the back of my head and she tried to trap me in a kiss again, but I dodged, and her tongue went in my ear. I may have been playing hard to get up top, but I was reveling in her pussy. I was starting to pick up the pace, and she was fucking me back just as hard. Her pussy clenched around my shaft as I pulled out, before opening to allow me easy passage back inside.

"Fuck"

"Fuck"

"Fuck" Melissa chanted.

"Oh shit" I was so close.

She grabbed my face, and this time I didn't dodge. I dove right in. Kissing her back, hard, groaning into her mouth as my balls churned and began sending in the advance party.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I yelled after tearing my mouth away from hers.

I went rigid, spurting my seed while she continued working those hips, dragging every last drop from me. Then she was kissing me again, less hunger now, but no less passion.

As my senses returned, I tore my lips from hers and rolled off, my limp dick laying slick against my inner thigh. I suppose I should have sat straight up and begun to get dressed, but I reasoned I deserved a rest. Melissa reached across and placed her hand on my thigh. I would have moved it but it was a respectable distance from my satisfied penis.

Melissa got up and went to the bathroom, and I was still getting my breath back, so I decided to stay lying down a little longer. The door to the bathroom was open and she stood silhouetted by the light behind her. Knowing I was watching, she leaned back against the door jamb. Licking her finger, she traced it around her nipple before taking both breasts in her hands and caressing them.

Shit, she was hot! Smoking! Leaving the light on, she walked towards the end of the bed. Climbing up onto it, Melissa stayed on all fours, and with her head down low, she crawled over me with her arse stuck up in the air, swaying enticingly. I should've been leaving, but I was mesmerized. Once her face got level with my knee, she began trailing fairy kisses up the inside of my leg. As she got closer to my limp dick she slowed, she knew I wasn't going to move.

She moved her mouth over my cock head, I could feel her warm breath. Her tongue darted out for a quick lick, then moved away to my other leg. The fairy kisses began again, rising up again before hovering over my now hardening dick. Her head tilted up, and even though I couldn't see very well, I knew she was staring at me. Probably with a smirk as she teased me.

I gave up, placing my hands on her head. I pushed it down, and it was what she was waiting for. Opening wide, she engulfed me in her beautiful mouth. If I thought the sex before had been great, then this was unbelievable, or maybe my life had been too sheltered. Melissa brought me to the edge of no return so many times, only to stop until I had calmed down before cranking it up again.

Finally, almost out of frustration, I hauled her up on top of me and slammed my cock into her. Her lips sought mine, and we kissed as I frantically fucked her. Breaking our kiss, she sat up.

"Whoa there, country boy! I need to catch up!" She lifted herself up until I slipped out. I was thrusting at thin air for a few seconds. When I stopped, she steadied my dick and began rubbing it gently on the outside of her pussy. "Just relax." she cooed, "Let me do the work. I'll let you know when to start again."

I stayed still and Melissa, satisfied I was going to be good, impaled herself again. She began riding me slowly, sensually rotating her hips as she rose and fell. I reached for her breasts, rubbing them roughly, causing Melissa to cry out and increase her tempo. Her breathing became more labored and her fingernails dug into my arms.

Taking the initiative, I gripped her hips and began rising up to meet her as she dropped down.

"Yes, Tony! Yes, Tony! Fuck me, baby!" Melissa gasped, changing position so she was kneeling astride my hips, leaning forward and resting on her extended arms on my shoulders.

I picked up the pace, feeling another orgasm bubbling just below the surface. I gripped her luscious arse and kept Melissa in sync with my quickening tempo.

"Oh god, Tony, I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big dick!" Melissa screamed.

"Right with you, baby!" I kept thrusting even as my cock began shooting its seed deep inside her.

Melissa collapsed on top of me, my dick still firmly embedded inside her. I stroked her back and hair lightly as we recovered. It was an act of intimacy that I practiced exclusively with Sal before now, and that realization brought me back to reality.

"I have to get home." I stated abruptly, rolling Melissa off me and sitting up. I turned on the bedside lamp and reached for the bathrobe.

"Sure I can't coax another rise out of you?" her hand snaked around my hip, trying to get to the family jewels.

"Lay off, Melissa. You got what you wanted." I replied, trapping her wrist and silently cursing myself for losing control.

"Oh contrer, my big stallion. I'm not even half way to what I want!"

Retrieving her hand, she sat up behind me, putting her arms around my shoulders. Melissa pressed herself against my back. I could feel her breasts flatten against me, and I realized I really wanted to stay. At least part of me did.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I shrugged her off, stood up and put on the robe. I was almost through the bedroom door before Melissa spoke again.

"What time tomorrow, stud?" She asked, mocking me.

I tried not to look around, but failed. Melissa was lying back on the messed up bed. Her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow around her head. Her legs were open with one slightly raised, her hand was poised provocatively above her pussy. One finger extended and disappeared between the folds.

"Umm, after...after work." I spluttered.

She lifted her hand up to her face and sniffed her finger, then placed it between her lips and sucked it inside before pulling it out with a sigh.

"Yummy! Don't be late, I miss you already." 

I turned away quickly, and accidentally banged my head on the door frame. Melissa laughed; a sound that followed me down the stairs as I went to retrieve my clothes.

As I pulled up at my home, I realized I should have showered. I probably smelled of Melissa and sex. When I had seen the time at Melissa's parent's house, I thought it best to hightail it home. It was 8:30 when I opened the front door, and Sal called out to me.

"Is that you, Tony?"

"Yes...I'm just going to have a shower." I called back, turning into our room and making for the bathroom.

As I was getting undressed, Sal appeared at the door.

"I was getting worried...it's after eight." Sal's concern showed on her face.




Reunion Ch. 02



What was I supposed to say? 'Sorry, but your friend's a great fuck and I had to have a second go?' I just mumbled 'sorry' as I took off my underwear and then walked into the shower. I was lathering myself up when the shower door opened and a naked Sal entered. She put her arms around my chest and pressed herself against my back.

"Sorry, baby." she said, kissing my shoulder.

Sal took the soap from my hands and began washing me. She took her time like she was washing a child, making sure she cleaned all the nooks and crannies. When she finished, I returned the favor. It didn't become sexual; it was just an act of love which was exactly what I needed. Afterwards, we sat down to dinner, trying to ignore the elephant in the room; my afternoon with Melissa. Retiring to bed, I was tired but I made an effort, giving Sal a massage to try and coerce her into having sex.

She declined, "Save your strength, lover. You still have tomorrow afternoon to get through, yet."

I think she appreciated the effort. She snuggled back towards me as we spooned, pulling my arm tight around her chest.

The next morning, Sal was up before me and when I got out to the kitchen, she had made scrambled eggs and had my lunch packed. We ate breakfast together, not really speaking except to comment on stories on the radio news. Melissa's name came up for the first time as I was preparing to leave.

"Did you work out with Melissa what was happening today?" Sal asked.

"I'm going there after work." I replied quietly.

"Okay, I'll have dinner ready for you." she said, walking over to me to get a kiss goodbye.

Walking out the door, there was apprehension about the future. If I was honest, there was also some excitement at the thought of being with Melissa again. At work, I was daydreaming while dismantling a baler for its service. Jim, from spare parts, came through to the workshop and told me Brent wanted me out in the showroom. I was a little pissed at the intrusion. The Archers wanted their baler back today, so I wanted to keep working on it.

I had to walk through the spare parts section to get to the show floor. The two guys who worked that section were normally sitting at their desks, looking at porn on their computers. Today, they were leaning over the counter, craning their necks to get a look at something in the showroom. Walking around the counter, I was greeted with the sight of Melissa bending over to look at something. Brent was pointing out a new mower.

She was wearing a very short skirt, and in her current position both the spare parts boys and myself could see the black lace panties she was wearing. Straightening up, Melissa's dignity was restored. However, when she turned around I could see dignity wasn't high on her agenda. Her breasts were barely contained in a tight tank top, Brent was struggling to tear his eyes away from them.

The clomp of my work boots on the hardwood floor alerted them to my approach. Melissa turned with a 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' look, even though everything else about her screamed 'bitch on heat.' Brent was trying to look at me, but his eyes were being drawn back to the mounds of flesh sitting above Melissa's top.

"Good morning, Mrs. Beaufort." I began formally, "Brent, you wanted me for something?"

"Melissa has decided to purchase this mower, and she would like you to take it out to her father's place this morning." 

"Can't one of the others do it? I've got a baler in pieces in the workshop." I replied, showing my annoyance.

"Melissa and her father are important customers, and it won't take you long." From Brent's tone, there wasn't going to be any negotiation.

"Tony was fantastic. Yesterday, he tended to my every need." Melissa added, smiling innocently amid guffaws from the spare parts guys behind me.

"I'll go and get the truck while you do the invoice." I said with an air of resignation, turning to go back to the workshop.

"Oh dear, I haven't got my purse. I wasn't thinking of buying the mower today, but you're such a good salesman!" Melissa was laying it on thick, and Brent was lapping it up. "Would it be alright if Tony gets the money after he drops it off?"

"That will be no problem at all." Brent replied, still staring at her heaving cleavage.

"Tony?" Melissa called after me, and I looked back over my shoulder. "Just drop by the house after you leave the mower at the shed." She said, batting her eyelids.

By the time I got back to load the mower, Melissa was gone. Brent was in his office and the spare parts guys were back on their computers. I drove as fast as the speed limit allowed to the Mason's, and dropped the mower at the shed before returning to the house. The door was ajar, so I called out, but no one answered. Then, I saw the shoe discarded just inside. A little further along, there was another shoe, and further still, a black skirt. Following the trail, I came to the stairs where a tank top hung on the bannister. Walking up the stairs, I could see a bra, and at the top, a pair of black lace panties.

I paused at the panties, conflicted. Melissa was manipulating me. I felt like a puppet. She pulled the strings and I jumped. I liked being my own man, being in control, but now I could feel myself being sucked into a tornado called 'Melissa,' and I didn't like to think of the carnage it might create. The real problem was the part of me that would willingly throw itself inside the storm just for the ride.

My thoughts were interrupted by a drawn-out moan coming from Melissa's room. I dragged myself to the door and peered around it. She lay on the bed, naked, her legs parted and one hand stroking her sex while the other held one of her breasts.

"Come on, baby. I had to start without you, but I don't want to finish that way." she said, looking at me while she continued to manipulate herself.

I only hesitated for a moment. Any thought of restraint disappeared as my arousal grew. I stepped inside and began tearing at my clothes. Thirty minutes later, I was putting them back on again. I looked over my shoulder at a smug Melissa, still laying on the bed. She had pulled a sheet over her lower half, but her breasts were uncovered. Seeing me looking, she squeezed them together with her forearms making them rise up invitingly.

"Sure I can't convince you to stay?" Melissa cooed suggestively.

I didn't trust myself to reply, so I continued dressing.

"Spoilsport!" she continued, "Make sure you hurry here after work, I want to feel that hard cock again."

Back at work, I got the baler back together. I had to stay back forty minutes to get it done under the watchful eye of the farmer's son who was waiting to drag it back to his property. I washed up and was walking out to my truck, thinking about fucking Melissa again, when I heard my name being called. It was Sal. She was waiting by her car at the front gate of the equipment yard.

As I drove over, she crossed the driveway so she would be on my drivers side.

"Hey, baby." I said brightly, trying to disguise my discomfort at having been caught thinking of Melissa. "What's for dinner tonight?" I asked, hoping to avoid talking about my next "job".

"Uhh, that's what I want to talk about. I was talking to Melissa just now and..." 'Oh dear,' I thought, "well, you know that tomorrow is her fertile day, so she thought maybe if you spent the night, then, you know...you could do it tomorrow morning before you go to work and she heads back to the city.."

She stopped talking, but I sensed she wanted to say something else, so I stayed quiet. When she quit shuffling from foot to foot, I realized I would have to prompt her.

"What do you think about that?" I asked, trying to sound neutral.

"Umm...I suppose if it increases the chance of you, you know, getting it done, then I'm alright with it." My feeling was, she wasn't happy at all.

"Why don't I come home, then go back in the morning before work?" I said, and her face brightened.

"That's a lot of driving around. It's okay if you stay." Sal gushed. The test had been passed. If I'd have jumped at the chance, Sal's insecurities would have come to the fore.

"It's only across town. I'll see you about 9:00." I countered.

"No, you stay. It will be easier that way...it was...it was harder than I thought last night. When you came home after...you know..doing it with somebody else. Maybe if you don't come home until tomorrow then it will be all over and we can forget about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Definitely. I'll make you a special dinner. Mum and dad have taken the girls up to Uncle Jim's farm, so they won't be home until Saturday. We can have a special night at home together."

I reached out and took her hand, then she leaned on the door and we kissed.

"Love you, Sal," I whispered.

"Love you too, mister." she replied, "Now, go and don't be this late home tomorrow!"

I made a grab for her breasts, but she slapped my hand and stepped away.

"Naughty!" Sal scolded like I was a child. "Maybe tomorrow, if you're a good boy and eat all your dinner!"

"I might skip dinner and just have you spread on the sheets." I teased with a laugh.

"Get out of here, you pervert!" Sal laughed and waved me away.

As I drove away smiling and waving, the guilt returned. The same part of me that had torn his clothes off earlier in the day to climb onto the bed with Melissa, had been high-fiving himself and hooping and hollering in my head ever since Sal had suggested I stay the night.

At the Mason's, Melissa met me at the door. There was no reluctance, no snide remarks, just pure lust. Before the door was closed, we were kissing passionately. We didn't make it upstairs. With half our clothes on, I fucked her on her parents formal dining table, which was in the closest room to the front door. After temporarily sating our appetites, we showered together, exploring each other's bodies until arousal took over again, and we adjourned to the bed.

Later, we were back downstairs in the kitchen, feeding each other dinner. I was naked. She wouldn't let me put any clothes on. She had one of her dad's old shirts on; not buttoned up, merely tied loosely at the bottom. We were spooning chocolate cake smothered in cream into each other's mouths when a dollop of cream dropped from my spoon onto the top of her breast.

"I'll get that!" I said, as she opened the shirt wider, exposing her bare breast.

She thrust it towards me, but I put my spoon down and leaned over, licking it off. Her groan at the touch of my tongue gave me an idea, so I picked up my spoon and got a big dollop of cream, and dropped it on Melissa's nipple. Leaning over again, I slowly licked it off before latching onto it and sucking it hungrily into my mouth.

"Get up and lay down on the bench." I ordered.

"What do you have in mind?" She replied, climbing up onto her stool to get on the breakfast bar.

"I'm hungry." I explained, walking to the fridge and looking for supplies.

I came back with some more cream and chocolate sauce. I got a larger spoon and scooped it full of cream. Slowly, deliberately, I dribbled it over Melissa's midriff and up between her breasts. Next, I followed up with the chocolate sauce.

"Ohh...ahh..that's cold!" she whined.

"It'll be worth it, trust me." I growled.

I kissed her lips, then trailed my tongue down the side of her neck. Moving down, I surveyed the delights before me. I selected a dribble of cream that was threatening to drip off Melissa's hip. Dipping my head, I flattened my extended tongue and scooped it up, following the trail towards her belly button.

"Eww, that tickles!" She giggled.

I continued, slowly lapping up the sweet dribbles from her body, bringing gasps, giggles and groans, especially when I got close to her erogenous zones. I'd missed them deliberately. This was the appetizer, and they were the main course. Once I had thoroughly cleaned up my mess, I moved up and kissed her again. She kissed me back, hungrily, and dropped her hand onto my semi-hard cock.

"Later!" I snapped, slapping her hand away.

I got some more cream and chocolate; this time dribbling it on the top of her breasts, and after pushing her legs together, over her upper thighs. The cool toppings caused her to gasp again, and her nipples were poking up like little plums. I took my time licking around both her breasts as the cream slid down the sides before sucking each nipple in turn.

I went down to her thighs, this time using short sharp dabs to mop up the sloppy mess. Melissa was trying to open them up, but I held them firmly together. Only when I was happy that I had gotten all I could get, did I allow her to spread her legs wide. The heat of her body had made the cream more viscous, and dome had mixed with the chocolate and run down between her thighs, coating her bare pussy. She smelled delicious, and I made a pig of myself, slurping on her sex. Her hands grabbed my head, and she began thrusting up against my face as an orgasm overtook her.

"Ohh god, yesssss!" she screamed, as her legs trapped my head and squeezed it.

As her grinding subsided, I eased open her legs and moved up to sit beside her head.

"My goodness, you are a wicked boy when roused." She panted, looking up at me.

I took her hand and moved it to my now-erect dick.

"Oh my! You are roused, aren't you?" Melissa sat up, "Your turn to sit up here."

I swapped with her and started to lie down, but she stopped me and had me sit facing her with my legs dangling of the edge. My cock stood straight up in front of her as she moved the stool back. Taking a scoop of cream, she dropped it into her hand and then applied it liberally to my cock. After doing the same with the chocolate sauce, she got down on her haunches and looked up at me, her tongue tantalizingly close to the base of my shaft.

"I'd do your balls too, but we have to get them shaved first." She said with a wicked grin.

Melissa started a long, slow blow job; nibbling, sucking, stroking until I was ready to burst.

Just as I was going to blow, she stopped, slowed down, then resumed another slow build up. I was getting exasperated when she dropped down again and looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"You want to cum in my mouth, don't you?"

"Yes, please!"

"Rather defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" She replied with an impish grin.

"Please, just once!" I begged.

"Okay, but you owe me one." Melissa said triumphantly, before enveloping my cock head in her warm soft mouth.

After cleaning up, we went bed, holding each other close. The next morning, we played again, and I was late for work. I was changing the oil in a tractor and contemplating what had transpired this morning. Melissa and I had parted with a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek that would have been quite acceptable in polite company. A far cry from the heights of passion we had reached an hour before in bed. Maybe this could work out. I must be the luckiest guy alive. With my wife's encouragement, I had the hottest sex of my life and I still get to go home tonight.



Reunion Ch. 02



Author's note- Some people have made comments about the editing of the last chapter, and of course they do so anonymously as I need not tell you. It is my opinion that my editor, Gabriel Anon, did a great job. Say what you want about my story, but please lay off the editing. 

The people who edit the stories for Literotica do so out of the goodness of their hearts for writers who are in essence strangers to them. They do it with greater expertise than I, and without remuneration or fanfare, so if they miss a comma or a typo, keep it to yourself. 

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My two boys were free that night, so I took them out to dinner. The place wasn't anything special, just a local restaurant that we had gone to many times as a family, but when we got there some friends were sitting across the room. They had two girls around the same age as my boys, and subsequently two tables became one, and my little family gathering became a party. 

In the middle of all this Trish called me on my phone. 

"What's going on? Are you at a party?"

"Sort of. I took the boys out to eat, and we ran into some old friends. Hold on, I'll take this outside." I made my excuses, and I took my phone out to the parking lot. 

"Hey" I said into the phone as soon as it was quiet.

"I don't want to interrupt," she apologized. 

"Don't worry about it. The boys are occupied. I've lost any chance at an intimate family gathering. What's up?"

"I just want to apologize for this afternoon."

"Why?" 

"I was a bit of a bitch. I had an incredible headache, thanks to you, and the girls were fighting. I kind of took it out on you."

"I didn't notice." I lied.

"Yeah right. You hung up on me."

"No, I thought you were done talking."

"Okay. Well I just wanted to say that I was sorry, and I had a really good time last night. Though I paid for it this morning."

"No need to apologize. I was just trying to show you a good time."
"You did, and I needed to thank you."

"No problem."

"Listen, now I need to ask you a favor."

"I'm listening?"

"I've got this thing next Saturday night, and since you said that you wanted to get together again, I was wondering if you would go with me."

"As your date?"

"Yes, I guess, as my date."

"I'm afraid to ask. What is it?"

"No, it's really not bad. It's a charity function. It's at a place right on the water."

"Charity for what?"

"The homeless?"

"We have homeless around here?" Our county was one of the richest in the country.

"Well no, but a lot of rich people need a tax write off."

"What's the dress code?"

"Sports jacket, but I don't think you need to wear a tie."

"And what are you wearing?"

"Umm, a dress?"

"What kind of dress?

"A cocktail dress, why?"

You have to understand, my sister's taste in clothing, though classy, it can be a little stiff. She is the type of woman who wouldn't dream of straying out of the women's section of Macys, unless it was to go to Lord & Taylor. 

If I had to go to this function filled with pompous people, I wanted to have some eye candy on my arm, and since my sister was being sufficiently contrite, I was going to push the envelope.

"Well, as you know, I have a certain reputation to uphold, and my date has to be hot."

"I'm not buying a slutty dress." Again with the word slutty. I had to be careful. 

"I didn't say slutty. I said hot."

"I know your taste; hot means slutty."

"Trish!"

"Okay, I'm asking you for a favor so I'll buy something nice."

"Nice?"

"Okay hot! But I'm not wearing anything slutty."

"Would you stop with the slutty. I never said slutty."

"Next Saturday. Pick me up at eight."

"I'll be there." I hung up the phone and went back to the party, pleased with my small victory.

Even though I have plenty of suits for work, I still went out and bought a new sports jacket. I wanted to look nice for her, and I spent a pretty penny on it. I thought of buying flowers also, but I reconsidered. I thought that it would be going too far. 

Saturday night, just before eight, I was standing on her stoop ringing the bell. It was a hot humid summer evening so I was glad that this party was going to be on the water. 

She and the girls live in a beautiful house in an upscale community north of the Long Island Expressway, the unofficial boundary line between the classes. 

Aileen opened the door for me and gave me a big hug and kiss, "Hi Uncle Dan. Are you here to pick up your date?"

I had been so preoccupied with her mother the week before, that I didn't really appreciate how pretty Aileen was. She was different than her mother, but still a beauty. 

"Yes, is she ready?" I felt like a kid on his first date. 

"Is she? You should see the dress she got for this party."

"That nice?"

"Smokin!" 

"I'll have to get my stick then, so I can beat off the men."

"Don't do that, Uncle Dan. That's why she got the dress in the first place."

I didn't want to tell her that she got the dress at my urging. 

"I'll just beat off the creepy ones."

"Now you got it. I'll tell her that you are here." And then she turned around and screamed up the center staircase. "Mom! Uncle Dan is here!"

"Aileen, I could have done that," I instructed. 

"I'm here," Trish announced from the top of the stairs. I heard her before I saw her, but as I looked up the stairs I saw a vision. 

The dress she was wearing was simple, but elegant. It was a black mini-dress that wasn't skin tight, but still form fitting. It showed off her incredible figure without showing too much skin, at least not from the front that is. 

At the top of the stairs, she turned around to give us the full effect, and I could see that the back of the dress draped down nearly to the crack of her ass. It was very sexy, and showed a lot of skin without being overly provocative. And of course, with the four-inch heels she wore, it showed off her great looking ass. 

"Wow!" Was all that I could say.

"Right?" Aileen remarked. "I can't wait to borrow it."

"It's not too much?" Trish asked as she descended the stairs.

"No," I said shaking my head like a lunatic. "You look great."

"Thanks, you look very handsome yourself. Is that a new jacket?"

"The newest one I got," I didn't want to seem to anxious by telling her I just bought it. 

"It looks great. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." 

She grabbed her purse and after a few last minute instructions to Aileen, we were out the door. 

The function was at a catering hall that looked from the front like a warehouse, but inside was where all of the finery was. It was Italian sheik, and as Trish had stated, it was right on a large canal with Great South Bay in the distance. 

We let the valet take the car, and I walked her in the door. She was such a striking woman that I started to rethink my delusional fantasies. I didn't think very much of my chances anyhow, but as we entered through the crowd, person after person (even some women) turned their heads to look at her.

I realized that she could have any man. Why would she want her brother? It wasn't depressing, but it did bring me back to reality, and then, while I was chastising myself for being idiotic, she took my hand, gave me a smile, and I was back in fantasy world. 

We got a drink at the crowded bar and began to mingle. She brought me over to meet some of the organizers.

"This is my date, Dan," she introduced me. "This is Joel and Sylvia Goldstein. These are the people that made this night possible." 

"It sure is a nice turnout," I said. 

"Yes, it is a testament to the good people of this county," Sylvia said. 

And our income tax system that favors the rich, I thought.

"You should be very proud with how it all turned out," Trish stated effusively. 

"Thank you, yes, but it's the work of dozens of people, not just us," Joel chimed in. 

"Dan," Sylvia looked at me with interest. "So how did you meet our Patricia? I don't ever remember her mentioning a Dan before."

"Oh, Trish and I go back a long way," I said without saying anything, and Trish gave me a satisfied grin so I knew I did well. 

That's how the conversations went as we hopped from group to group making our "hello's". What I really found curious was that with each group she would introduce me as just Dan, or her date Dan, but never as her brother Dan, and as she did she kept a hold of my hand. 

Reality told me that she was just embarrassed to admit that she couldn't get a date, necessitating her bringing her brother, but my delusions told me that she did it purposely, and that we really were on a date.

I actually ran into a few clients, and I pulled the same act on her, introducing her only as only Patricia. It didn't hurt that they thought that I was with such a ravishing woman. I could see the lust in the men, and envy in the women. 

After we said hello to everyone, we got another drink at the bar. She leaned into me, took hold of my upper arm, and said in my ear, "It's very crowded in here."

"And hot," I yelled back to her because of the din of the crowd, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you want to go outside?"

"Yes, if we can."
"I think so. I saw some people out there earlier."

I took her hand and led her through the crowd. It was turning into a magical night, and the feel of her hand in mine was just too good to be true. 

"Oh my God, it's so much nicer out here," she said as we walked outside. We were on a private dock overlooking a large canal. 

"It's a beautiful night," I said as we walked into the night. It was dark by then, but the dock was brightly lit. She looked wonderful, and her dress was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and she would look back at me coyly. 

"Sit," I said pointing to the bench at the end of the dock.

"No," she shook her head. "Go ahead." So I sat down, and she proceeded to sit on my lap. I took the opportunity to put my arms around her hips. "I didn't want to sit on it. It might be dirty."

"You just wanted an excuse to sit on my lap," I insisted, and she just smiled at me and gave me another coy look as she sipped her drink. 

"You never told me why you got divorced?"

"I don't know." I really didn't want to get into it. We were having such a nice time. And besides it was kind of a buzz kill. 

"Was it another woman?"

"What? No!" I insisted. "I've had my chances over the years, but I never cheated on Robin, and I have no reason to believe that she ever cheated on me, until at the end of course. The fighting just got to be too much."

"She never liked me."

"No," I agreed.

"Why? I never did anything to her."

"She was jealous of you."

"What? Why would she be jealous of me?"

"Because you're so beautiful."

"Stop." She blushed. "I'm no prettier than she is."

"Yes you are. By a mile." 

"You really think so?"

"I always have." 

"That's nice of you to say. I always thought that you were so good looking, but you were such a player when you were young."

"I was a player?" I was surprised that she would use such a young expression. 

"Dan, you slept with all of my girlfriends."

"I didn't sleep with all of them."

"Most of them."

"I was young."

"And a slut."

"Men can't be sluts."

"That's a chauvinist thing to say."

"Chauvinist? Does anyone use that term anymore."

"So I'm old. Don't change the subject."

"What do you want to talk about? My sex life with your girlfriends?"

"No. Are you still a slut?" she asked demurely.

"Now there's that word again. I'm not having sex with anyone. If that's what you want to know. I'm still not even divorced yet."

"You're separated. That's good enough."

"I don't want it to be an issue in the proceedings, besides there is no one in my life but you."

"Would she bring it up?" I wondered if she caught my last statement. 

"I don't know. It's not a very friendly divorce."

"They never are." 

"What about you. Why aren't you seeing anyone?"

"Who says I'm not?" She asked avoiding the question. 

"If you were, he would be here Instead of me."

"That's not true. I really wanted you to be here. I'm having a great time with you."

"And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than right here, with you in my lap."

"I don't know what that says about me, that I would rather be with my brother than anyone else."

"It means that we love each other."

She looked me straight in the eye, and she started to get emotional. "I do love you Dan, and I missed you so much. I was so miserable when we weren't talking."

"I know. It killed me too." I even started to get emotional. Then she put her arms around me and held me tight. Releasing me only to give me a big kiss right on the lips. She held it there too for a few seconds, and I held her even tighter, but then she broke away from me. 

"Whew!" She barked, "I need a drink."

"Me too. Isn't there a waiter over there?" I had seen him before getting drinks for people. "Waiter," I yelled to him.

"Yes sir," he yelled back as he was cleaning up some glasses. 

"Could you possibly get us two white wines?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"Good man," I shouted again, and then he was off. 

"Where were we?" I asked looking her in the eyes again. 

"You were telling me how beautiful I am, and how much you loved me."

"Right!" I smiled. 

We had to go inside after a while. The wind off the water picked up, and she started to get cold. We had a few more drinks, and then decided to leave. 

She held my hand on the way out of the hall and even on the valet line waiting for my car. I just kept wondering why I was so lucky. 

On the way back to her house she slipped off her heels and brought her legs up on the seat. Once again I was staring at her long wonderful legs. 

"Do you remember Terry, my friend from high school? You should. You slept with her," she laughed. She liked to tease me, and on many different levels. 

"There you go again. I remember that it was more than just a pick up. I remember there being dates involved."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "If that's what you want to believe."

"Anyway?"
"You remember she moved to California?"

"Yeah? That's why we stopped seeing each other. She got a job and moved away."

"Yeah dating. More like booty calls."

"Booty calls?"
"The reason I brought her up was one night, years ago, we were in a bar talking."

"Okay."

"And she asked me if I was mad at her for being with you."

"I do remember that you used to get pissed off about that."

"Because you were always picking up my girlfriends and dumping them. It was getting annoying."

"Anyway," I said frustrated. "Does this story have a point?"

"Yes," she said and just looked at me as if she were deciding something, 

"And are you going to tell me?"

"She asked me, point blank, if I ever slept with you."
"What?"

"She asked me if I ever slept with my brother."
"I can't believe that."

"I still can't believe it, and it happened twenty years ago."
"Why would she say that?"
"She said that she had never seen a brother and sister so connected."
"Holy shit." I looked at her good and hard. I was trying to read her mood.

"We really are connected aren't we?"

"Extremely," I answered and reached out and took her hand. 

Not much was said the rest of the way home. I felt a little awkward when I dropped her off. I stood on the walk as she unlocked the door, but stayed a distance away. 

"I'd ask you inside for a drink, but I have to get up in the morning." She was making excuses, but I understood. What was our next step?

"I know. I'm a little tired. I'm going right home to bed."

"What are we doing next week?" She smiled at me. 

"Oh, I see how it is. You just assume we are a thing every Saturday night."

"That's right. Why? Do you have other plans?" She asked suddenly insecure. 

"No. There's nobody I'd rather spend a Saturday night with than you Sis."

"Good," she said relieved. "I really had a great time tonight."

"I did too. It was a really nice night."

"Yes," she said as a funny look came over her face. Then she slowly stepped down from the stoop, ran the tips of her fingers through my hair, and gave me a kiss. 

It was slow, and tantalizing, and it lasted long enough, but yet not long enough. Finally she broke, but still keeping her fingers in my hair she said real sultry. "Good night Dan. Thanks for such a nice night."

"You're welcome," I hoarsely answered, and then she turned around and went into the house. 

"Hey, what are we doing next week?" I asked just before she closed the door. 

"Why don't you just come over for dinner? It will be you and I once the girls go out."

"Okay. Sounds good," I said, and she closed the door. As I walked back to the car I had to adjust the boner in my pants. 

I came home, hung up my suit, and after getting a beer out of my dorm-style mini-fridge, I sat in bed watching TV. Some reality show was on, but my mind was on her and that amazing dress. My phone rang. It was Trish. 

"Hey," I said.

"Hey. Are you sleeping." She had that breathy, sultry voice again. 

"No. Just got home."

"I can't sleep. What are you doing?"

"Laying in bed; thinking."

"About what?"

"About how beautiful you looked in that dress tonight."

"Thanks. That was a beautiful dress wasn't it?" She was silent for a few seconds. "You looked very handsome tonight, yourself."

"I do my best."

"I have to ask you something."

"What?"

"Didn't it feel like a real date?"

"You know I felt the same way."

"Did you?"

"Yes. It was a magical night. I mean with how beautiful you looked, the hall, the way you held my hand, and the best part was when you sat on my lap."

"What about you? I mean you are so good looking, and such a great guy. You would make such a great catch."

"So if I wasn't your brother, you'd date me?"

"Definitely."

"And would I have gotten lucky tonight?"

"Dan!" She said tolerantly. 

"I'm just saying, if I wasn't your brother."

"Well maybe not tonight, it's only our second date, but maybe something on our third date."

"Something?"

"Well you know."

"No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking. What would that something be? If I wasn't your brother."

"You're making me blush. I don't know. Making out together?"

"Just making out?"

"No maybe a little more then just making out."

"That sounds nice."

"Yeah, you'd definitely be happy when you got home," she whispered deliciously. 

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Could I make you happy?"

"If you weren't my brother?"

"Yes, if I wasn't your brother."

"I hope you would make me happy. I would like for you to make me happy."

"If I weren't your brother?"

"If you weren't my brother."
"What if I was your brother?"

"I don't want to think about that," she said with sad reluctance. 
"No?" 

"No."

"What if I think about it?"

"Don't."

"Do you think about it?"

"We can't."

"But do you?"

"Dan, please."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"Can we think about me not being your brother again? I liked that."

"Yes."

"What would you wear for me if I wasn't your brother."

"What do you mean?"

"You know; lingerie."
"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You should have seen what I wore tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"I had to wear a thong. If I had worn anything else under that dress you would have seen panty lines." 

"Wow! I would have liked to seen that. Are you still wearing it?"

"Yes. It's riding right up my butt. I hate it, but I have to admit, it does make me feel sexy."

"And you like feeling sexy right now?"

"Yes."

"Can you send me a picture?"

"Dan!"

"Why not?"
"Because you are my brother."
"Oh yeah," I said like I just realized the concept. "What if I weren't your brother."

"I don't know. That would be naughty."




Reunion Ch. 02



"You can't be a little naughty; if I wasn't your brother?"

"Maybe. I would like to be."

"I would like you to be too. What color is it?"

"What?"

"The thong."

"It's black with a little bit of lace on the legs."

"Nice. And no bra?"

"NO! You can't wear a bra with that dress."

"WOW! A black thong and no bra; my fantasy."

"That's your fantasy? A girl wearing a thong and no bra?"

"You wearing a black thong and no bra."

"We'll see."

"We'll see, what?"

"I'm hanging up now Dan."

"We'll see, what?"
"Good night Dan."

"Good night Trish."

As I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I thought about her and I thought about that thong.



Reunion Ch. 02



A week later after our high school reunion Rhonda and I decided to spend the whole weekend all to ourselves. Ever since that night in the school cafeteria we've grown closer, getting to know more about each other than ever before. Hard to believe she was that same girl who played volleyball like a pro with a tomboyish attitude to go with it. After leaving her phone number on my bathroom mirror I decided to call her up, see how things turned out once we hooked up. It was all worth it once that first call was made.

Together we went to the movies, saw a show, and paid a visit to her mother. Mrs. James was the one person I wanted to meet; responsible for Rhonda's transformation into the goddess standing beside me. The forty something year old was strikingly beautiful herself and seeing them both together you'd think they were siblings instead of mother and daughter. Rhonda and I had had enough for the day, spending the whole evening at my place, relaxing comfortably on the couch watching the latest football game on television. Rhonda laid her pretty little head on my lap, munching on a bag of chips and wearing one of my old striped denim shirts.

"Come on!" I yelled at the quarterback on screen, playing like a three year old on the field. "You had the ball in your hands!"

"He should put glue on those hands," said Rhonda, barely paying attention to the game.

"My grandma can throw better passes than this bum."

"Maybe you should give her a call."

"If she were young and strong, I would."

"I'm running out of chips. You want the last one?"

"Don't mind if I do," I said, taking a bite of the one chip sticking out of her mouth, kissing those juicy lips having the taste of salt and grease still on them.

"So," she said, sitting up on her knees. "How about we call it a night and plan our next rendezvous tomorrow?" 

"I thought you were watching the game?"

"You are watching the game. Show me one volleyball game and you got my full attention. Why don't we go to one for a change? It could be a lot of fun, just like back in high school."

"There aren't that many volleyball games in town. You could always wait for the Olympics."

"I hate waiting for the Olympics. If I wait for the Olympics any longer I'm going to scream."

"Don't get excited. Just relax and watch the game."

"I don't like football, Aggie. There has to be some volleyball tournament on TV. Give me the remote and I'll find one."

"No way. The only one who handles the remote is me and only me."

"Shut up and give it to me."

"No, you'll break it."

"I'll break you in a minute. Do I have to hurt you to get my hands on it?"

"You're not getting it."

"The hell I ain't."

"The hell you are."

"Let go of it."

"If you break it, you're buying me a new one."

"I ain't buying shit."

A sudden knock on the door drew my attention away and Rhonda easily took the remote from my hands. I let her play with it for awhile as I got up to answer the door. Waiting out in the hallway was the landlady, Mrs. Tate, who recently gave me a break when I came up late with the rent. Even though she hated when her tenants paid their rent late she was patient, very understanding, and well respected by the entire building.

"Good evening, Robert," she said.

"Mrs. Tate," I said. "What can I do for you?"

"I believe your time is up. Do you have the rent?"

"Yeah, I have it. Give me a second."

Rhonda waved at her and said, "hi, Sandy."

"Hello, dear. Did I come at a bad time?"

Mrs. Tate referred to me standing there without a shirt on and wearing only my boxer shorts. Lucky for me I wasn't completely naked or that would have been embarrassing, especially to a lonely old widow like Mrs. Tate, who hasn't had too many dates lately. Though there had been rumors that she'd been messing around with younger men in this very building.

"I'm afraid you did," said Rhonda. "But we forgive you."

"My apologies to the both of you," said Mrs. Tate.

"Pay no attention to her, Mrs. Tate," I said. "I have your rent over here."

I approached my flat screen television where the envelope full of cash was tucked safely underneath. I was about to hand it over to Mrs. Tate when Rhonda snatched it from my grasp, and refusing to give it back to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Come get it," she said.

"Not now."

"Come and get it."

Rhonda tucked the envelope right behind her pink underwear. No doubt she wanted me to go in and grab it, leaving me no choice but to play her silly little game. I started things off taking one step forward, but she backed away from me. I took two more steps, making her climb onto the couch.

"You're too slow, Aggie," she said.

"You're very annoying," I said. "You couldn't find one volleyball game on television, is that it?" 

"I told you, I don't like football."

"It's not my fault you like one sport."

"Come on, Aggie, you're really starting to bore me."

"I'm starting to bore you? Mrs. Tate, are you seeing this?"

"You kids today," said Mrs. Tate, enjoying the show we were putting on. "I could come back in an hour if you like?"

"That won't be necessary, because we're going to end this right now."

"Bring it on," said Rhonda, climbing down off the couch. "Let's see what you got."

I pointed at the TV screen and said, "isn't that your old coach?"

"Where?"

Rhonda turned her head towards the screen, giving me the one chance to spin her ass around and grab that envelope on time. I could tell by the look on her face that she was not happy with the move I made.

"You bastard," she said.

"Sore loser," I said, giving her a pat on the ass for her troubles. "Here you go, Mrs. Tate. Sorry for all the trouble she may have caused you. I promise I'll have her spayed in the morning."

"Thank you," said Mrs Tate. "Again I'm sorry I interrupted you both."

"Forget about it."

"Well, goodnight."

"Nightie night, Sandy," said Rhonda.

After I said goodnight and locked up the door, Rhonda continued teasing me when she decided to hide something else behind her back. Obviously, she was looking for some payback after embarrassing her in front of Mrs. Tate.

"All right," I said. "What are you hiding this time?"

"Take a guess, Aggie," she said. "Come on, take a guess."

"You want to continue playing games?"

"Don't you want to?"

"No, not really. If that's my remote you're hiding, you better hand it over."

"Or else what you'll punish me? You want to teach me a lesson, Aggie?"

Rhonda was being a naughty girl and I wanted to put her on my knee, giving her that one good spanking. Deep down she may actually enjoy it; might even give me one afterwards. Rhonda kept the remote behind her back, smiling and taunting me further.

"Is that your old coach?" I said, pointing at the TV screen once again.

Rhonda said, "Really, Aggie? You think I'm going to fall for that again?"

"I was hoping you would."

"Let me make this easier for you."

Rhonda made it easier tucking the remote inside the front of her pink undies. She stood there daring me to make a move just to get on my nerves. Maybe I should have asked Mrs. Tate to stay a bit and help me out; the two of us might have over powered her.

"You're a pain in the ass," I said.

"Are you going to do something about it, or stand there all night?" Rhonda stood there, showing off those bright pearly whites.

"Why don't you come over here, and let's talk about it?"

"Make me come over there."

"You're really going to get it."

"I'm so scared."

"You should be."

"Why is that, tough guy?"

I grabbed Rhonda by the shirt, pulling her towards me nose-to-nose and giving her one big kiss on the lips that left her weak in the knees. I quickly slipped my hand down her pink undies, pulling the remote out before she had a chance to back off. 

"You cheated," she said. 

"That's twice in one night," I said, tossing the remote aside. "I'm still the champ."

"You want a medal?"

"I want something better than a medal."

"I bet you do."

We stood there eye to eye, smiling at one another and waiting for the next move. The first move was mine alone when I shoved Rhonda down onto the couch. After hitting the cushions she laughed herself silly rather than get upset for pulling that stunt. I just stood there admiring her beauty, thinking how lucky I was having this sensual goddess in my life. A goddess with a pair of sparkling brown eyes, a bright smile, long curly locks, and one incredible body. Every little thing about her showed nothing but perfection. I got down on her to kiss those juicy lips, soft neck, and listen to the sweet sounds of moaning and giggling in my ears.

I politely asked her, "what are you laughing at?"

"You got some nerve," she said. "I'm supposed to be the tough one in this relationship."

"I'm full of surprises."

"Make love to me, you sexy beast."

I opened up the shirt one button at a time, giving me enough room to plant warm kisses on her left shoulder. I felt Rhonda's pulse racing on the tip of my tongue, licking all over her neck and throat. Rhonda was so good enough to eat I took a little nip on her neck, making her entire body shiver.

"Hey," she said. "Did you just bit me?" 

"I hope you don't mind," I said. 

"Take me, I'm yours."

I continued nipping on her neck and she loved every minute of it. Her warm hands slipped inside my boxers, caressing my buttocks, leaving imprints of her manicured nails all over my flesh. Things were heating up until we were interrupted by the ring tone of my cell phone. I wanted to let it ring all night, but I was losing my concentration and decided to answer it. Rhonda wrapped her hands around my neck, preventing me from taking one little step.

As calm as she could, she asked me, "where are you going?"

"I'm going to answer the phone," I said.

"Are you joking?"

"It might be important."

"More important than this?"

"We have all night."

Rhonda took her time before finally releasing me and allowed to get to my phone. I soon discovered that the call wasn't so important once I heard the familiar voice of my cousin Carlos on the other line. He called from out of town, practically crying to me about his wife had recently been caught cheating on him. It was one family emergency I wanted no part of.

"You called me just for that?" I spoke politely as I could, but not for long. "I don't have time for this shit."

"I need your help," said Carlos.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"I want you to come over and talk to her."

"What do you mean, go talk to her?"

"Tell her she made a big mistake cheating on me with that bum."

"Why don't you tell her?"

"We had an argument, and now she's leaving me."

"Now she's leaving you? I'm surprised she didn't do it sooner."

"What?"

"I told you she was trouble from the very beginning."

"Robbie, don't be like that."

"Don't be like what? I begged you to dump that bitch a long time ago, and I am not getting involved in your mess."

"You owe me."

"I don't owe you shit. This is your problem, and for once start acting like a man."

Carlos was the one relative I never got along with. For a long time he'd been a full blown alcoholic, making bad choices when it came to women. The conversation was getting annoying by the minute and Rhonda had had enough waiting on me. She planted her knees on my lap and smothered my face with her titties. Nothing would please me more than to hang up the phone, rip that shirt wide open so I could sink my teeth into those chocolate brown titties of hers. I couldn't talk on the phone with my whole face covered up, but deep down she was doing me a favor as I no longer listened to any more of Carlos' bitching and moaning. Finally, she gave me some breathing room to hang up and pick up right where we left off.

"I can't talk right now," I told Carlos. "I'm late for a date. You want my help? Dump the bitch and have a good life. Good night." 

I hung up the phone and ripped that striped shirt wide open, letting all the buttons fly all over the place. Rhonda's moaning started growing after I squeezed those soft titties and sucking on each rock hard nipple. Rhonda let the rest of the shirt slide off her arms, leaving only her pink undies on.

Seductively, she asked me, "do you love my titties?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. "I could just eat them."

"Hmmmm, suck those titties hard."

"You have perfect tits."

"What about my ass? You want to ride my ass?"

"You have a nice ass."

"You ready to give it to me?"

"I better be."

"You asshole."

Once Rhonda rose from my lap, slowly I slipped her undies down those smooth silken legs. I tossed them aside and dropped my boxers, shoving my already hard cock deep into her round ass. 

"Ah, yes," she said. "Love the feel of hard cock in the evening. Dig that shit deeper. Fucking tear it up! Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck that shit up! Tear my a new asshole, Aggie!"

For the second time tonight, the damn phone rang and I stopped what I was doing. The idea of stopping with my dick still in Rhonda's ass was unacceptable.

"This is not happening," I said. "This is not fucking happening."

"To hell with the phone and fuck me," said Rhonda.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this."

"Do what?"

"You're going to have to move over."

"I'm going to have to do what?"

"Move over so I could get the phone."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously, you better be fucking kidding me right now."

"We have to do this together."

"With your dick still in my ass?"

"Do you want me to take it out?"

"Don't you fucking dare."

"Then do what I say."

"I really am going to kill you."

"Yeah, yeah."

With my cock still in her ass, together we moved over to the left towards my phone, lying right next to the lamp. Every step we made was laughable and humiliating; it looked like we were playing leap frog. Finally, I was able to reach for the phone and answer the damn thing, with Rhonda still bent over right in front of me.

"Hello?" I said, calmly. 

"Hi, Robbie," said my mom. "How's my little boy?"

"Mom?"

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"No, I'm just surprised to hear from you at this hour. Is everything all right?"

"Have you heard about Carlos?"

"Yeah, he called me up a while ago."

It wasn't easy talking to your mother on the phone and fucking a hot girl at the same time. As much as I loved the woman who gave me life, tonight was not the time to have a long conversation on Carlos' personal problems. I was still fucking Rhonda in the ass while speaking to her; feeling wrong on so many levels. It was almost like fucking her in front of my mom.

"Listen, mom," I said. "Can we talk some other time? I've had a long day, and I'm very tired."

"Are you all right?" She asked, with a tone of concern. "Are you sick?"

"No, why you say that?"

"You're breathing in and out a lot. Do you have asthma?"

"No, mom. I'm just working out."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, mom. All I'm doing is keeping in shape, that's all. Stop worrying about me."

"I always worry about you."

"I know you do, and I appreciate it."

"Hang the fuck up!" Rhonda shouted at the top of her lungs.

It got quiet all of a sudden and I was in for an already rough evening. There was no doubt that my mom heard Rhonda's shouting loud and clear. Hell, the entire neighborhood probably heard her.

"What was that?" My mom asked, and sounding worried.

"Nothing," I said. "I had the TV up loud. Mom, I really have to go."

"You're sure you're all right?"

"Believe me I'm fine. I will talk to you later."

"I love you."

"I love you, too. Good night."

This time I turned off the phone, making sure there would be no more interruptions for the rest of the evening. However, Rhonda was not at all, convinced, and once the ass fucking ended she looked at me like she was ready to bite my head off.

"It won't happen again," I assured her.

"Damn right it ain't," she said.

Rhonda dragged me straight into the bedroom with a handful of my dick and balls. She pushed me down onto the bed and landed on top of me, almost knocking the wind out of my lungs.

"You're not going anywhere," she said, ready to fuck my brains out with a vengeance. "I don't give a shit if someone's at the door, or if my phone starts ringing."

"Don't forget, I bruise easily." 

"Shut the fuck up."

Rhonda owned my ass when it came to riding me like a wild horse, along with a fiery look in her eyes that told me she was all business. Her manicured nails dug deep onto my chest and sparkling eyes staring straight at mine, letting me know who was in charge. I was about to grab her tits when she took my hands, pinning them down with our fingers locked tight.

"That's it," she said. "I'm going to rock your fucking world."

"Rock me 'till it hurts," I said. "You do me good."

"Love it when a tough girl fucks you? Huh?"

"Oh, yeah."

Rhonda was a hungry tigress on the prowl and I happened to be her prey. Both of us were breathing heavily and our hearts beating up a storm. Rhonda soon massaged my cock, sucking all those juices clean off. She rubbed and squeezed it hard, enjoying the stiffness in her hands and letting loose those loud sucking sounds out of her mouth.

"Oh, yes," she said. "That's what I like."

"Oh, shit," I said. "Oh, yes. You know a good cock when you see one."

After she was done, Rhonda was ready to receive oral pleasure from me. I spread those lovely legs apart, going right to work exploring that pink piece of flesh with my tongue, leaving the poor girl almost out of breath. Despite all the interruptions, my performance would keep her in a bright and festive mood for the rest of the evening.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Hmmmm. So fucking good. Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop! Fuck! Fuck! Oooooh! Oooooo!"

With handfuls of my hair she kept my face pinned down so I would continue giving her more oral pleasure. Rhonda simply loved the feel of my tongue moving around inside, while I enjoyed tasting every juicy morsel I could find. Her mouth was shut tight, trying to keep herself from screaming any further. Rhonda knew it was useless keeping it all in, despite that tough girl attitude of hers.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Oh, baby. Ooooooo! Oh, fuck! You eat good pussy. That tongue feels so good. Hmmmmmmm! Ah, yes that's so fucking good! Right there, right there. Oh, yes that's the spot. Oh, shit. That's so fucking good. You ready to put that dick in me? Huh? You want to fuck me?"

"I'm ready to fuck you," I said. 

"Put it in me. Plant that shit in me, baby."

I gently put it in, giving her what she wanted the most. With every ounce of strength in me I gave it to her nice and hard, going deeper and faster until I had nothing left to give. 

"That's it," said Rhonda. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me! Just like that! Like fucking that! Love that swollen dick! Fuck! Fuck me harder! Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop! Fuck! Don't stop now motherfucker! Fuck me! Fuck me harder you cocksucker!"

"Ooooh!" I screamed, squeezing out all of my cum on her chest.

"Oh, baby," said Rhonda. "Give it to me." 

I poured every last drop until finally collapsing on the bed, letting out one big sigh of relief. It felt like I burned off some calories after that little workout, but in the end it was all worth it. Rhonda laid on her back, giggling with a big smile on her face.

"That's what I'm talking about," she said. "Shit."

"At least my phone didn't ring this time," I said.

"I'd have chopped your balls off if it did."

Rhonda was fiery and scary at the same time, but I was crazy about her. Our performance was nothing short of magic and we did put on our best act. Rhonda crawled towards me, dropping her head on my chest with a smile that could brighten any room.




Reunion Ch. 02



"We need to do this again," she said.

"I agree," I said. "Sex interruption is certainly the best."

Both of us laughed ourselves silly, laying there holding each other until one of us at last hit the shower and called it an evening.



Reunion Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - To The End

I am driving out to the restaurant where I am meeting my friends. This place has a lot of memories for me. It is where I introduced her to these same friends. And if I know them as well as I think I do, they would have booked the same table! They have tried to get me to discuss my separation, but it didn't get them anywhere because I've played dumb and deaf about it.

Maybe because I have not wanted to hear about what she is doing now - you see - the wives of two of these friends are pretty close pals of hers. I don't really have to do any serious searching to find her. All I've got to do is call one of them up and ask. They'd be only too eager to tell me more than I want to hear. But I wont do that. In some perverted - yeah, perverted - way, I feel I have to do it all myself. Very uncharacteristic, but that's the way it is. Sometimes I am childishly stubborn. I guess that's the way I am!

Right enough, as the doorman opens the door, I can see them from where I am standing - an expectant look on their faces. But dinner goes quite normally and I am surprised to find myself heaving a sign of relief as I drive myself back home to the apartment.

There is a sort of bridge on the way, where she loved to stop and gaze at the still waters. I had slowed down and realized I had stopped. I often seem to get into these 'memory-lane' routes these days, don't I? Maybe in my own way, I am trying reach the point of wanting to reach out for her. There was this time when we were holding each other and standing by the bridge. Not much traffic passes this way as it is almost private - and it only leads to a residential area eventually. We chose that area to be away from the noise of the city. Not that it was that far... but it gave the nice illusion of being isolated.

She was wearing a red tank top with nothing on underneath and a black and white wrap-around skirt. I would often tease her about her penchant for wrap-around clothes, and she would smugly inform me that all I had to do was tug once... to get close! I smiled at the memory. It must be all that wine. I remembered the way I had run my hands up her legs under her skirt... she had seriously told me that she was very horny and wanted to be taken right there on the bridge, under the stars.

And I had done just that. Gently parted her skirt. If anyone actually came by, it would look I was just hugging my sweetheart from behind, which was in fact what I was doing. I was amazed to find she had no panties on. This excited me instantly and I couldn't wait to get inside her. 

Smiling herself, she turned around and helped me undo my trousers quickly, put her hand in to free my cock and stroked it firmly. Then she looked at me and winked and turning around, casually bent forward, resting her elbows on the side of the bridge. I guided the tip of my cock to her pussy, rubbing the head against her wetness. I entered her slowly and buried my cock in her completely. She reached around for my hands and I cupped her breasts under her top. Her nipples were quite hard. She wiggled her ass and flexed her muscles around my cock. It was heavenly. 

Suddenly I wanted to fuck her hard. Lowering one hand, I felt for her clit and started a slow circular motion there. Then I withdrew from her almost fully and thrust in, in one smooth stroke. I repeated this a few times, and could sense that she was enjoying it very much. Now I had to increase my speed. I couldn't stop. I began thrusting into her faster. I could hear her begin to moan deeply. Her hands were now gripping the sides of the railing. And her body began to twitch slightly. I knew she was going to cum. This excited me too, and frantically ramming into her, I felt the rush in my cock as I started cumming myself. That was stupendous! When we recovered from our heady feeling a few seconds later, we became conscious of our surroundings.

The realization of what we had just done struck us both simultaneously as very funny and we began to laugh until tears streamed off our faces. I was holding her tight and she had her head thrown back against my chest. Perhaps if I were to be asked to recount some of my happiest moments, this would be one of them. Well, we gradually calmed down. My cock had slipped out of her and was dripping. She didn't have much to do to adjust her clothing, I thought, smiling. I zipped up and not bothering to tuck my shirt in, hugged her again. We decided to go home. We were both feeling very euphoric. I cant really imagine enjoying sex with anyone else as I did with her.

I started my car and drove down the short distance to my apartment, feeling rather lonely especially after re-living those memories. Back then, soon after we reached home, she had launched into this idea of wanting to start a kind of home for the homeless. She was big on taking up causes. She enjoyed putting in whatever free time she had in orphanages, even regularly contributing to some of them in her own way. I always thought that she would be very good if she did start something on her own because she has the dedication and energy. She tends to concentrate on whatever is on her mind at that point of time and gets very serious about it. I cant recall a time when I associated the words dull or boring with her. Which is what attracted her to me in the first place.

Ah! The first time we met! It was at a friend's party. She was animatedly arguing with my friend's very pregnant wife who was sitting with an amused look on her face and making obligingly correct noises from time to time, when I arrived. I was introduced to her. She nodded to me, broke off her conversation with my friend's wife and walked off. I was a bit lost. She was back in the next five minutes carrying a tray of drinks, which she offered me. Then she sat next to me on the settee and dazzling me with a smile, came over the heavy socialite asking all the right questions. 

I was quite dazed by the time she was through. Just as I was leaving she asked me if anyone had thought to mention that I looked better than a movie star. Completely embarrassed now, I managed to say something appropriate. I had a bike back then. She waved me away, saying that she had to turn in early as she had a big day ahead of her. She was staying over at my friend's place.

I had not been taken over by storm like this by a woman before. I was almost in shock as I rode back home. I went to bed in a trance. I think I dreamed of her. I woke up to the memory of her smiling face. You bet I was smitten!! It was barely 6.30 am, an hour I hardly knew existed. I had to see her. I did a record 'getting-ready' act and was out at my friend's place by 7.15 am.

As I walked up their drive wondering what I could say to her, I saw her, all dressed and ready, sitting on the lawn, scribbling away in her diary. She sensed my presence, looked at me, said an absent-minded hi-there and continued to write. This dampened me somewhat. I couldn't decide whether to just go ahead and meet my friend or talk to her anyway. She made my decision for me telling me not to bother talking to her as she was busy for at least another 10 minutes. She said I could drop her off at work if I liked. 

Which is what I ended up doing, after fidgeting around while she finished her stuff. She gathered her things, put them into a crazy looking bag and we left together. She worked with an advertising firm. She got off my bike, humming, as we reached her office complex and with a 'bye' breezed off. I made a dignified departure.

Talk about being under someone's spell. I went about my work as usual but she was on my mind most of the time. I was determined, though, not to call her. I managed to hold out till the next morning. I rushed over to my friend's place and was told by his sleepy wife that she had gone out of town and she didn't know when she would be back. But she had promised to call her in the evening. I spent what was probably the longest day in my life, waiting for THAT call. Suddenly I became very fond of my friend's wife. She was my only link. My friend had a happy time teasing me.

Well, life is weird. My friend called me in the evening to say there was no news. I was pretty stumped. Imagine waiting impatiently for something... and then nothing happens! I found myself sulking about the fact that she didn't feel the same way I felt! Some justice!!

I shook myself mentally and wondered - what the heck - it wasn't the end of the world. I mean, here was an attractive woman I met. So what? I met them all the time. Nevertheless, I was a bit depressed. I was locking up for the night when I noticed an envelope had been slipped under the door. Perhaps a friend had dropped by when I was not around and I hadn't seen it. I cut open the envelope and a card fell out. Puzzled, I picked it up and was instantly thrilled!! It was Hers! I turned it over and found the message that she would be back the following Monday at work with a 'do call up'.

I was elated! I sailed through the week in a very happy state. Sunday night had me wondering what time would be right to call her up, what to wear (yes, really!), what to say... as I dozed off.

The doorbell rang into my consciousness and, disgustedly, I peered at my watch. 6.00 am!! And on a Monday morning! As I became awake, sitting up in bed, the thought of her instantly put me in a great mood. It was THE day. Pulling on a teeshirt haphazardly I went to see who was calling so early. I looked through the eye-hole on my door and saw nothing. As I opened the door, I heard some soft humming. She was sitting at my doorstep with a couple of travel bags next to her and a bunch of flowers in one hand. I just stood there, staring at her, when she asked me if I wasn't going to invite her in. I hurriedly asked her in.

She informed me that she had just returned from her trip and had wanted to say hello to me first. I felt like the luckiest man alive. She said she had to get to work and wanted to use the bath first. I tried to clear up the mess around and she laughed, saying that she had seen worse. She was out quite soon and I disappeared into my bathroom, with the scent of her enveloping me. When I was through getting ready and emerged from my bedroom, I found her busily making coffee, with the toaster out and breakfast practically ready. She was certainly adaptable! I was a bit speechless. After we had finished eating, she told me that she would pick up her stuff later in the evening. She was quiet on the ride to her office where I dropped her. That was it. I wasn't sure about whether she expected me to pick her up in the evening. I called her thrice through the day but she was out.

While waiting at one of my client's offices, I mused over what had happened this morning. I found myself wondering whether she walked in and out of her other male friend's places like this, and found the idea quite horrifying. I had to meet my client and shelved my thoughts as I went about my work through the rest of the day.

When I returned home at about 7.30 pm, I found another of her cards slipped under the door, with the message that I was to pick her up from my friend's place. I called, and then literally raced down to my friend's house. She was waiting for me by the gate. My friend's wife was at her door and waved us off. I noticed my friend standing right behind her smiling slyly. Well, on the way back to my place, we stopped off at a superstore to pick up some stuff for dinner. We talked about the kind of day we had had. She was great to be with. I found myself relaxing. At home, we had dinner. She was in quite a boisterous mood and kept me laughing, doing imitations of people she had met. I couldn't recall another evening I had enjoyed so thoroughly.

It was getting late and I was wondering what she intended to do. I knew I was crazy about her and would have loved it if she shared my bed tonight. But I had no idea at all about how she felt. Even as I wondered, she glanced at the clock and exclaimed," Is that the time!! I must rush". And asked me to drop her back at my friend's place. When we parted at their gate, we shook hands (sigh!) and then she leaned over and pecked me on my cheek. Smiling, she hitched up her bags and went in.

I got back to my place, feeling good. I couldn't sleep. So I did something really weird... I watched a soft porn video. I rarely did these days. Somehow I was in the mood today. I picked one of my favorites, which has a thriller storyline, where there is this scene with a couple who dance slowly to some soft music and then seduce each other, stripping gradually as they get more and more heated up. 

Then as they continue to dance, the guy lifts the woman and impales her on his almost nine-inch erect cock. She lets out a deep moan. And pulls his head down to suckle her breasts. The guy is quite an expert and it turned me on just to see him dedicatedly going at her while lifting her up and down on to his cock as if she was weightless. He was standing with his legs slightly bent at the knees to support her as she was riding him. She had long hair streaming down her back. And it seemed to have a life of its own as she thrust with the guy, moving her head. 

They also swayed to the music as they fucked. I found this very erotic, as there were also close-up shots of the guy's big cock sliding in and out of the woman's cunt. They manage to capture these things in great detail on camera. 

As I watched them getting excited, I lay back and began to stroke my own slowly hardening cock. I thought about how it would have been if she had stayed over instead of leaving. I would have loved to have made love to her. It would have been great waking up with her in my arms... thinking of this, I released my cock from my shorts and began to pump it slowly and firmly. I watched with half closed eyes as the couple in the video changed positions and the woman took the guy's cock in her mouth, while the guy was exploring her cunt. I pumped faster and came just as the guy in the video was moving his hips to fuck the woman's mouth... I lay my head back and must have dozed off... because when I woke I found that the video was long over and there was static on the TV screen. Switching it off with the remote, I made myself more comfortable and slept.

I must have been dreaming again because when I woke up in the morning, my cock was tenting my shorts. I wondered what it might be like to have her caress it with my mouth... and smiling, went into my shower. I found myself stroking my cock again imagining what her nude body would be like and came real hard. Phew!! What a start to the day!!

After that day, she often came down to my place and we had a great time. She never encouraged me to get romantic. It was as if she considered us a couple of good buddies. Not that it stopped me from fantasizing about her. I knew I was crazy about her. On Sundays she came over for lunch and stayed late into the evening. She was staying with a family as a paying guest. I often came pretty close to asking her to move in with me, but was not sure how she would take it. Anyway, she moved into my friend's place soon after - she was a childhood pal of his wife - and they found the arrangement convenient as his wife was due to deliver their baby any day now. It was great for me, because of the proximity.

Life went on. It was three months since we had met and we began to devote all our free time to each other. I was getting a bit frustrated at times because I wanted to tell her how I felt. I realized I didn't want to risk losing the friendship we had if she didn't reciprocate. We got each other little gifts regularly. She had taken over most of my shopping, I was surprised to discover. She had just eased into my life.

Then one evening it happened. She was quiet and that was very unlike her. I tried to tease her out of it but it didn't work. I was getting worried. I suddenly saw tears streaming down her face. I joked about my broad shoulders being available and was stunned to find her in my arms and sobbing into my chest. Her arms were around my waist. As her crying subsided, she looked up at me, her eyes still brimming over. She was trying to smile at the same time. She looked so beautiful. I just couldn't resist kissing her. I was cautious not to upset her. 

When I found her responding, I was thrilled. Her arms were around my neck now. After a long long kiss, we drew apart and gazed at each other. I had to ask her now. Before I could say anything, she told me that even people who were in love and were crazy about each other had to eat. Her words sank into my consciousness and I thought I would burst with happiness. I must have been mad to have been worried about telling her. I might have known she would make it easy. Well... we enjoyed a quiet dinner together.


When I told her I had fallen hard for her from almost the moment we met, she was surprised and said she had realized how much she cared only recently. We talked pretty late into the night and she decided to stay over. Well, we held each other through the night and continued to talk. We must have slept at some point.

I woke first, and remembering, saw her sleeping next to me. Yes, dreams do come true. She was wearing only a teeshirt and it had ridden up to her waist. She was wearing a pair of pink panties. Her complexion was quite fair. 

I kept looking down the length of her... when I realized she was awake too. She didn't try to cover herself. She smiled, and climbed over on me. We hugged and smiled at each other. She must have felt my arousal. I drew her head down and started to kiss her. My hands ran all over her body. When they rested on her ass, she moaned and pressed herself closer. That was all the body language I needed. I slipped off her panties. Then her teeshirt came off. She helped me take off my clothes. We were both naked now. I wanted to suck her breasts. She had rather large areolae with big nipples and she was aroused now. I lay on my back again and pulled her on top of me. She took my cock in her hand and guided me into her now very wet pussy. I felt like I was floating. When I was fully in her, she sighed and smiled at me. She said she had imagined this many times. I was shocked. She had never once shown any sign.

I began to make love to her... I held her breasts in my hands and squeezed them. I looked down at the sight of my cock going in and out of her. She smiled and asked if I'd like to watch that in a mirror. She was wild! Adjusting our position so that we could watch ourselves fucking in my wardrobe full-length mirror, I found that extremely erotic. We savored the feel of each other for quite sometime before we started moving faster to climax. When we both came, she lay back against me and talked to me about how she fantasized about us making love. She said she often thought about being surprised by me, when she least expected it. One day while at work, while expecting me to phone her, she said she had sat back and fantasized about me coming in to her office, grabbing her, bending her over the desk and fucking her really hard until she exploded. She got up saying she wanted some coffee.

I was getting used to her honesty about these things, and found that I was hard again. I heard her calling out that the coffee was ready. Without bothering to pull on any clothes, I walked into the kitchen just as I was. I found her standing at the cooking range, looking out of the window beyond. 

I went up behind her and holding her firmly, took my cock in one hand and entered her a little at a time. I heard her moaning... and pulled out again, each time entering a bit deeper. I kept up a rhythm now, slowly moving in and out of her. Then I got an idea. I pulled out, and turning her around, lifted her on to the table, making her sit on the edge. I pulled her legs around my waist, with her hands supporting her on the table. As her ankles locked around my waist, I pushed my cock into her pussy again, sensing that she was very aroused now. Her nipples turned me on. I twiddled them with my fingers and teased them with my tongue. Then I found her hips moving against mine and, taking the cue, started fucking her. Harder and faster. We were both vocally expressive, and our bodies were slick with our effort. We both came, almost together. Well, after coffee, we continued what we had discovered in the shower... we couldn't keep our hands off each other.




Reunion Ch. 02



Practically living in the past was not doing me any good. I found that I was parked in my apartment complex but had not gotten out of the car. I came out of my reverie and found the night watchman peering at me through the glass, probably wondering if was still among the living... I had sat there for so long. I laughed at my morbid joke and let myself into my apartment. 

I almost imagined I saw an envelope slipped under the door. Now that thought got me really upset. Then I realized that I was looking at an envelope on the floor!!! Suddenly excited, I picked it up, and with my hands now trembling, found a card inside. Her card. A new job. I turned it over with a sense of déjà vu and she had written, just like she had, all those months ago... "at Tina's. please call" Tina was my friend's wife. It was 1 am in the morning. Who cared?? I certainly didn't!! I called. I knew she answered the phone. Just hearing her breathe was too much for me. I disconnected immediately and rushed over. She was waiting by the gate. Tina, and my friend were by their door. I caught my friend's eye and saw him rolling his eyes. Tina waved with a happy smile on her face and they shut the door.

I took my wife back home. She opened her bag and gave me a gift wrapped package with 'happy birthday' written across it. I hadn't realized. I was so emotional, I couldn't get any words out. She smiled at me. I knew I had to open the package. I did. There were a pair of tiny handcuffs on velvet. I looked at her. And she was looking at me, with that smile on her face, and held out her right wrist. She started to cry. And said, between sobs, that one cuff was for her and one for me. And started to laugh and cry at the same time.

A year has gone by. We are wonderful together. The sex is as hot as ever. And yes, I will be a father next month. She looks radiant. She quit her job last month as she would like to concentrate on the homefront for a few months, as we'll have our hands full. She's also working on a project for her own business.

I am a lucky man.

The End.



Reunion Ch. 02



When Kate and James had got their relationship back on track, they had discussed exploring the sexual side of their relationship after Kate's 'encounter'. They had decided that they wanted another person to have some fun with, either male or female. James had been on the Internet, and had finally found someone local for them to play with. His name was Matt, and he was twenty-five. They'd seen a picture that he'd sent them by e-mail. He was tanned, with dark brown eyes and black, spiked hair. He had an average to muscled physique, and from the second picture he was fairly well endowed.

James had dressed casually for tonight's event. He wore dark blue jeans and a black tank top. Kate on the other hand, had been given instructions. She wore a black bra with matching briefs, black suspenders with fishnet stockings, and high heels. She wore a black, silk dressing gown over that. Kate felt a little uneasy meeting a stranger wearing just negligee.

James heard the doorbell go and he went to answer the door. Kate sat in the living room, waiting. James and Matt entered the room. Matt was carrying a black bag. Matt shook Kate's hand and kissed her cheek. James offered him a drink or a snack, but Matt's eyes were fixed on the little he could see of Kate's outfit beneath her gown.

"Shall we go straight up? I find small-talk can leave you feeling uncomfortable." Matt suggested. Kate was rather taken back by his voice. It was manly, but he was very well spoken, and had a slight aristocratic tone.

"Kate?" James asked, waiting for the go ahead.

"Sure, why not?" Kate replied. She stood, letting her gown open a little. Kate left the living room and headed for the stairs, closely followed by Matt, and James behind him. Matt stroked Kate's ass as she went up the stairs, letting his hand slide under the curve of her arse. James felt a twinge of jealousy watching him. After that day at the army base, Kate had longed for more that one cock, and James was more than willing to comply, but he was worried that she'd now always crave another cock.

They got to the bedroom and Kate opened the door. She went over to her bedside-table and switched on her lamp, making the room light, but only light enough to see close objects. James sat on the edge of the bed and Kate lay down, crawling over to him. Matt watched her in fascination. He knew from their e-mails that Kate liked to do as she was told, but she also liked to take advantage of situations. Of course, Matt knew he'd be in control tonight, with James.

"I want to watch you masturbate." Matt stated. Kate was astonished by how direct he was. She expected sheepish small talk, and having to coax Matt into bed; but Kate did as she was told. She unclipped her bra and let her breasts free. Next, she pulled off her panties and tossed them to the floor. Kate started to rub herself with one hand, and she gently squeezed her left breast with the other. She circled her clit playfully, making her arch her back. Kate closed her eyes and recalled the five men at the army base. This soon got her dripping wet and ready for more.

Kate felt a mouth on her right nipple. She opened her eyes to find James gently sucking her nipple. He moved his hand down to hers and held her wrist as she played with herself. Both James and Matt were still dressed, but had pulled their trousers down slightly to release their throbbing members. Kate was enjoying putting on a show for the guys so much, that she didn't notice Matt had unzipped his bag, and was rooting for something. Kate felt something cold on the wrist that was massaging her breast. She then heard a metallic sound, and she looked up to find she had been handcuffed to their headboard! James then held her wrist tighter, and she saw a handcuff coming towards her. She was now almost completely helpless.

Kate's left wrist was tied to the right of the headboard, and her right wrist to the left, causing her arms to cross over her chest. James gently turned her over, and she assumed Matt was shackling her ankles as she felt a cold sensation against them. Matt had brought leg-cuffs, and was grateful for there being a matching board at the foot of their bed. Kate turned to watch them as much as she could. Matt had cuffed her legs so they were widely spread. She felt helpless in just her stockings and suspenders, and yet had a strange sense of arousal.

Kate saw him get out a piece of thick, black cloth, and then a strange-looking strap with a ball in the middle. The next item Matt removed from his bag, Kate could not see, because he moved swiftly towards her with it. She felt leather material on her neck, and saw him clip another strap to one of the bars on the headboard. Kate tried to turn her head - she couldn't... It was a collar and leash! Kate desperately thrashed against it in an attempt to view what was going on behind her. But had she broken loose it still wouldn't have helped her, as the thick, black cloth she had saw earlier was now being draped over her eyes, and was tied tightly behind her head.

"James!" Kate screamed, "James stop him! I don't want to do this anymore!" but all Kate felt was a mouth kiss her forehead. It was James, she knew, as he was slightly unshaven. "James please... No..." Kate whimpered, but again to no avail. Kate felt something being pushed into her mouth... Something round... A ball! That's what it was! She felt more straps go around the back of her head and the ball was pulled tightly into her mouth. Kate wanted to cry, scream, anything to get her out of this; but she couldn't. All she could do was pray that they were gentle.

Kate heard ruffling noises - Matt was going into his bag again! James saw him take out a long leather whip. He was erect to the point that it hurt him, watching Kate strapped up and helpless. James took the whip from Matt and looked at Kate's splayed ass and pussy.

"Kate, if you struggle, or attempt to scream, you will be hurt. I will not be lenient with you. You are a dirty little slut and you are here to please me. My pleasure is your utmost priority, and if I hurt you taking my pleasure from you, you will endure it to please me." James told her. Kate let out a muffled squeal, and almost instantaneously felt a painful, burning sensation on her lower back.

"Kate, you were warned! No noise, no struggling. If you do not comply we will whip you until you bleed." Matt warned her. Kate squealed again, defiantly, and again she felt pain across her ass as James whipped her. She decided it would be best to try and keep quiet. Since her first spanking at the army base, Kate had been whipped with James's belt numerous times when she did not comply with his sexual needs. She didn't mind, she enjoyed it, but James was whipping her harshly now, hurting her. Kate re-assured herself that she knew James wouldn't let Matt hurt her - not really hurt her, so she gave in to their demands.

Matt spat on his hand and liberally wet the head of his cock. He knelt behind Kate and thrust his cock inside her. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back as far as the leash she wore would let her. Kate was stinging where she had been whipped, and now her head and neck were hurting. The collar she wore was digging into the back of her neck, and her scalp hurt from Matt's tightening grip. Have to stay quiet, she thought; can't scream.

Matt began to thrust inside her, harshly and relentlessly. When he felt his balls press against her ass he pulled her hair harder, pulling him towards him, causing her ass to slap against his thighs. He moved his free hand to Kate's shoulder, and pulled her shoulder in time with his deep thrusts. Kate's neck and scalp were in excruciating pain, and she let out a small cry as her ass slapped against Matt. She felt a crack on her back. James had whipped her again! She desperately wanted to get Matt off of her. Her back was arched in such a way that she felt like she was being folded in half.

Matt quickly withdrew his cock from her pussy, holding her hair as he did so, pulling it harshly. Kate felt relieved that he wasn't fucking her anymore. His cock aroused her yes, but the pain that went with it was too much for her. Kate felt something large being pushed into her pussy. It wasn't one of their cocks as it was cold, and had a strange feeling to it. She felt... dimples... Perhaps even little spikes along its length. Kate knew then that it was a dildo. Not long, but incredibly thick. It pushed the inner walls of her pussy as wide as they would go. Whoever was holding it began thrusting it deeper, harder. Kate wanted to moan. To have her pussy stuffed so full was incredible. It felt strange, but desperately arousing.

James watched Kate buck back and forth on the dildo, so he pulled it out a little. The leash wouldn't let her move any further, so she could not fuck it. He was in control. He would fuck Kate with it as hard and fast as he wanted. James slid it in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster as she moaned.

"I'm warning you Kate, no noise!" James commanded. Kate couldn't help it. She was close to orgasm, and the pleasure she felt of being violated by these two men was overwhelming. Kate moaned again and she felt a shock on her back. It felt cold, but warm at the same time. It had caused her slight pain, but not nearly as much as the whip.

"That was a stun gun." Matt told her, "It's designed to force criminals to surrender, but they also make them for filthy sluts like you. Every time I have to use it, I will turn up the dial one point, causing the electric shock to become more powerful. If I have to turn it to the highest setting, it will easily knock you out. I do not desire to do that, bitch, as I like my sluts to feel the sensations I am placing upon them. However, if I have to knock you out, I will, and if that happens we will rape you."

Kate cringed. That was what he wanted, she thought, he wanted to rape her, but he wanted her to be awake when he did. Kate kept quiet. She was not going to be unconscious for this event. She wanted to feel them take their fill of her. Kate shuddered. She was going to cum! Of all the things she wanted, she wanted to cum, but she knew she would scream and didn't want to be shocked. She prayed that James would stop, but he didn't. He thrust the fat dildo harder inside her. She wanted to fuck it, fuck them, but she couldn't. She was helpless to their every whim.

Kate screamed as she climaxed. Matt sighed disapprovingly, and again stunned her. Kate jumped. The pain was greater than before, and although she was hot with desire, and enjoying the last waves of her orgasm, she felt pain and almost fear. Would James let Matt rape her while she was unconscious, she thought?

James removed the dildo and thrust his cock inside her. He could barely feel anything as the dildo had stretched her so much. He thrust hard inside her, and as her pussy resumed it's natural tightness, he could feel the juices of her orgasm leaking from her. James watched Matt pick the dildo up off of the bed. He took it round to Kate's face, and rubbed her juices all over her skin and lips. He watched Kate desperately try to taste herself, but the gag prevented that. Matt chuckled to himself. Such a sexy, succulent whore, and she is in my control, Matt thought. Matt moved back round and watched intently as James fucked his slut. He was as they had described in their e-mails. He was an animal, dominating and forcing his bitch to mate. Matt was simply showing him a new way to rape his slut.

Matt held the dildo to Kate's ass. He wanted to make her scream, and push her to her limits. He pushed the dildo to the rim of her ass. Kate squealed, and he turned the dial to the third setting. He shocked her again, and as she was feeling the pain, he thrust the dildo hard inside her ass. Matt scarcely believed that she could take it up there. Had it been any thicker, he would have split her in two. James watched Matt closely as he pounded into Kate's pussy. He knew she was hurting, and as much as he wanted to protect her from the pain, he wanted her to suffer at his hand. He wanted to dominate her, and make her completely his. He would own her, and she would never stray in search of another cock.

Matt thrust the dildo in and out of Kate's ass. She tried her best not to call out. The pain of the shocks was starting to make her feel faint. Her ass hurt. With little lubrication and the huge dildo, her ass was becoming raw. She wished she wasn't gagged. She would have begged, pleaded - done anything to get that monster out of her ass! Kate was enjoying being dominated and bound, and although she found the pain pleasurable, she was sure that this huge dildo might seriously hurt her. She couldn't see James, but she could feel him fucking her pussy. She knew he'd be watching Matt, making sure she was all right, but she wondered whether this had been his idea. He had told her that he was in ecstasy watching both her ass and pussy filled with cock at the base, and now he had it again, only on a more submissive scale.

"Fuck! I'm gunna cum!" James cried out. He pulled his cock out of Kate's pussy and stood on the bed. He masturbated furiously, and with one cry of relief, he ejaculated all over Kate's ass. His hot spunk trickled down her lush cheeks, and slowly crept to her rim, where the huge dildo was still pounding her. James got the keys of the cuffs off of the side table and undid Kate's cuffs. He then took off the collar and leash, and pulled the blindfold off of her. He moved his hands round to the back of her head, and undid the straps of her gag. Kate moaned in relief of being set free, and licked her dry mouth. James then went to the bottom of the bed and unlocked her from her ankle restraints.

Matt slowed down the thrusts of the dildo in her ass, and eventually took it out. Kate expected him to shove his cock into her gaping asshole to bring himself to ejaculate, but he didn't. He simply pushed his still hard cock into his pants, zipped them up, and put his toys back in his bag.

"Aren't you going to finish me off?" Kate asked, panting.

"Why? I've taken my pleasure from you - most of it. I'll be back for more you filthy bitch, don't you worry about that. Now, I'm going to get a drink. I'll see myself out." Matt said as he started for the bedroom door. He closed it behind him, and James looked at Kate.

"What the fuck?" Kate asked.

"He was weird, and too rough with you. It's ok to dominate someone with toys, but electrocution and rape? He was out of his fucking mind. Don't worry, he won't be coming back." James told her. Kate held James tightly. She had enjoyed herself, but she knew if Matt came back he'd push her harder until he found her breaking point. She was quite happy to let James command her, she decided. 



Reunion Ch. 02



A consistent knocking on the door awoke Trudy the next morning. She sighed as she dragged herself out of bed, scratching her head. 

"Who's there?" She called out.

"It's me, Jay." Said the person on the other side of the door. Trudy groaned. She wished she had had some more time to think up what she would say to him before she had to face him. She opened the door and jumped back a bit for instead of seeing Jay's face, she saw a large bag from McDonalds held high. Jay peaked out from behind the bag. "Peace offering?" He offered with a nervous laugh. Trudy sighed and stood back, allowing him to come in. Jay gave a relieved sigh as he stepped in. 

"Shoes." She reminded him. Jay nodded. "Here let me take that." She said. She took the bag from him and set it on the kitchen table and watched as he stepped out of his shoes. Jay looked up at her. Trudy's cheeks reddened and she looked away. Jay sighed and went to sit at the table. Trudy followed.

"I wasn't sure what you might've liked." He said. He reached in the bag and began pulling out several wrapped packaged sandwiches and laid them out on the table. Trudy stared at him, shocked.

"Jay, don't tell me you got everything they had." She said.

"Just about." He said. 

"It must've cost a lot of money." Trudy said. He then pulled a large carton of orange juice.

"I uh stopped at the super market on my way back...Figured you'd want something besides water to drink." 

"Jay, you didn't have to-"

"It's okay." He said. "Really." 

"I can't accept all this." She said. "I mean-"

"It's no big deal." Jay said, bringing on that smile of his that used to always make Trudy melt. "You can throw out the ones you don't want."

"Jay, I can't just let you waste your money like that." She stood up and went to her room. She came back carrying her wallet. "Let me pay you back."

"No." Jay insisted. "It wasn't a waste, really. I don't want your money." He took the wallet from her and placed it on the table. 

"Then what do you want?" Trudy asked.

"A chance to apologize?" Jay asked. Trudy sighed and sat back down.

"I should be the one apologizing. I acted like a total freak last night."

"No, no, you had every right to be upset. I shouldn't have just forced myself on you like that."

"You didn't force me." Trudy said. "I mean...It's not like I totally objected. I guess I just...wanted to be sure we were acting on whatever it was we were acting on last night for the right reasons."

"Right." Jay nodded. Trudy sighed and looked at the sandwiches on the table. She reached for one of them and opened the top of it and was about to take a bite before she stopped. "Something wrong?" Jay asked.

"I shouldn't eat this." She said. She sighed. "I look at this, and all I see is the little fat girl from high school." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jay asked. "First of all, one little breakfast burger isn't going to hurt you, second of all, you were not fat."

"Jay I'm glad to see you still have that extremely nice and kind nature, but come on, I was fat."

"You were not." Jay said. 

"Please! It took my mom and me a whole day to get my prom dress because the dresses that did fit me I didn't like and the ones I liked didn't fit me." Jay looked at her and shrugged.

"That dress you did wear seemed to fit you perfectly and it looked nice."

"Yeah, as if you remember what I wore." Trudy said with a laugh.

"What is it with you and this whole self deprecating attitude?" Jay asked. "Trudy, you are beautiful and you were beautiful back in high school. Now, eat the damn burger." He said. Trudy looked at the burger as if it was some poisonous viper. "Oh for goodness sakes." Jay said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed one of the remaining burgers and tore it open. He took a big bite out of it and began to chew. "Mmmmmmm! It's soooooooooooo good." Jay said, speaking with his mouth full. Trudy laughed. "You don't know what you're missing, Trudy."

"Ugh, mind swallowing? I can see chewed up meat in your mouth, its gross!" Trudy giggled. Jay swallowed the food that was in his mouth. "Thank you." Trudy said.

"Come on, you know you want to eat the burger."

"Oh so now you're resorting peer pressure, huh?" Trudy asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, sure, why not." Jay shrugged with a laugh. 

"Fine, if it'll get you off my back, I'll eat the damn burger." She said. She took a bite. "There happy?" She asked. She began to chew and suddenly gave a soft gasp, her eyes drifting shut. "Oh my god, I forgot how good these were." She said, looking as if she was experiencing total bliss. Jay laughed. 

"That a girl." He said. Trudy and Jay sat there enjoying two more burgers each before putting the rest back in the bag. "You can keep the rest. Put them in the fridge for later or something." He said. Trudy sighed.

"You're terrible." Trudy said. "You're like the little snake in the Garden of Eden, you know that? If I go back home this summer and need to get a bigger pants size, I'm going to kill you." She said. Jay rolled his eyes.

"Again, I doubt a few burgers will turn you into the Goodyear blimp." He said. 

"Just saying, if you see me floating around in the air with a propeller sticking out of my ass, you'll know why." She said. Jay laughed. Trudy went and put the carton of juice and the burgers in the refrigerator. She sat back down with him.

"So, since we're okay, I was wondering if you were doing anything today. My roommate and his girlfriend are going swimming down at the river, they asked me to come along but frankly the idea of being a third wheel isn't too appealing."

"So you want me to come along and be the fourth wheel?"

"Exactly." Jay said. 

"Is this just some ploy to see me in a bathing suit?" She asked with a smirk. Jay laughed. 

"Oh, but of course." He joked, although the idea of seeing her in a bathing suit did sound nice. "So, would you like to come with us?" He asked.

"I would, but I don't have a suit." Trudy said. "I mean, I have some bathing suits, but they're pre-total body makeover, so they don't exactly fit right." 

"Well, isn't today your lucky day." Jay said.

"How so?" Trudy asked.

"Beth-my roommate's girlfriend, just sprang this whole river idea on us, we didn't bring appropriate attire so Dylan and I are going to go get some cheap trunks, you could come with us and get yourself something." He said.

"Well, you've thought of everything, haven't you?" Trudy smirked.

"Pretty much." Jay said. "So...?" He said.

"Sure." She said. "What kind of female would I be to turn down the opportunity to do some shopping?" She grinned. Jay laughed.

"Awesome. So, do you want us to stop by and get you in about an hour?" He asked. 

"Yeah." Trudy said. The two of them got up and Trudy saw Jay to the door. He put his shoes back on and stood there for a second, looking at Trudy. "So, I'll see you in an hour." Trudy said, her tone a few degrees close to nervous. 

"Right." Jay nodded. He opened the door. "See ya." He said before walking out. Trudy let out a sigh. She was glad that things were all right between her and Jay, but she wasn't quite sure what those things were. Were she and Jay just going to pretend nothing happened? Trudy sighed and decided to not try and dwell too much on it and just hope things became clear. She went to her room to get dressed and brush her hair. 

An hour later, there was a knock on her door. Trudy walked to the door as she pulled her purse on her shoulder and was in the middle of putting her dark brown hair in a ponytail. She opened the door, expecting to see Jay but was surprised to see a girl standing there. She recognized her from her literature class the past semester and gave a friendly smile. 

"Hi, you must be Beth." Trudy said, figuring it was Dylan's girlfriend. The girl nodded.

"Yeah. After Jay told Dylan that you were going to go shopping with them, I figured I'd come along, you know, so you're not drowning in a sea of testosterone." Beth said with a smile. Trudy laughed. 

"Cool, well I need to just put my shoes and socks on. You can come in if you want." She said, stepping aside to let her in. Beth walked in, shutting the door behind her as Trudy grabbed her sneakers and went to sit on the couch. Beth stood by and watched her pull on her socks and sneakers. 

"So, Jay told us that you guys went to high school together." Beth said, trying to make conversation. Trudy tied her shoes and pulled a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, we did." Trudy said. She stood up and smoothed down her white t-shirt and blue jean pants. Outside the apartment, down at the sidewalk, Dylan and Jay sat in Dylan's car waiting for the two females. Dylan sat behind the wheel with Jay sitting in the back. 

"So, you're saying she's changed over the year?" Dylan asked his roommate, referring to Trudy. He had seen Jay's yearbook and Jay had pointed out his friends whenever he came across their pictures. When Dylan came across Trudy's picture, Jay said she was a nice girl who had had a crush on him. Dylan didn't exactly think she was incredibly good looking-not that he thought she was ugly, she just seemed plain. At first Dylan had a hard time believing she was in the same grade as Jay seeing as she had a chubby face which made her look a lot younger then what she was. 

"Yes." Jay said. "Dude, when I first saw her last night, I almost didn't recognize her." Jay said. The two were silent for a while. Soon they saw the girls coming down the stairs. Dylan gave a low whistle.

"Man...If I didn't have a girlfriend..." Dylan muttered. Jay glared at him.

"Well you have a girlfriend, so don't even-" Jay began, but stopped when Trudy and Beth reached the car. Trudy smiled as she slid in the back beside Jay. Beth got in the passenger side.

"Hey." Trudy said to Jay. Jay echoed the greeting.

"Trudy, I'd like you to meet my roommate, Dylan." Jay said. Dylan turned around in his seat to face her and extended his hand.

"It's very nice to meet you, Trudy." He said. Trudy smiled and shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too." She said. Dylan turned back around. 

"All right, everyone ready?" He asked, although he didn't expect to get an answer. "Let's go." He said as he pulled out of the parking space and drove off. They ended up at a long strip of stores and everyone got out. They walked into a store and separated-Beth and Trudy going to look at bathing suits and Jay and Dylan going to look at trunks. Trudy found a plain black one piece bathing suit and picked it up.

"Uh uh." Beth said. "That suit is all wrong."

"It is?" Trudy asked. Beth nodded. 

"You want Jay to drool over you, don't you?" Beth asked. Trudy's cheeks turned crimson. 

"Jay and I are just friends." Trudy said.

"Who did some serious 'good to see you again' making out last night." Beth added on for her. Trudy shot her a look. "He told Dylan what happened; I overheard some bits and pieces." Beth said. She looked around. "What size are you?" She asked.

"Twelve." Trudy said. She sighed and put the bathing suit she had picked out back on the rack.

"How's this?" Beth asked, holding something up. Trudy looked up and her eyes bulged. In Beth's hand was a hanger then held a black two piece bathing suit. The top looked like it could double as a blind fold. It had strings to tie in the back and neck and two triangles of fabric to cover the chest. The bottom looked like a pair of regular black biker shorts. 

"I can't wear that." Trudy uttered once she was able to speak again. "I mean it doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination."

"Exactly." Beth smiled. Trudy made an uncomfortable expression. 

"I don't know.." She said. 

"Just try it on. If you hate it, then we'll find something else." Beth insisted. Trudy decided that seemed fair and took the suit to try it on. Trudy stared at herself in the mirror. The top of the suit covered most of her breasts, showing off her cleavage and the inner sides of each breast. The shorts came up to her hips. She came out so Beth could see. She smiled her approval. "Don't tell me you don't like it." She said. Trudy sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"It's nice...I just...I've never worn something like this."

"You've got the body for it-the hips and, not to sound like I'm coming onto you-the chest. I say you flaunt the body you've worked hard for." Beth said. Trudy couldn't help laugh a bit. She went back and changed back into her clothes. The two of them went to the cash register and Trudy paid for the suit. They then met up with the guys and drove back to the apartment complex. Trudy went up to her apartment to change and told them she'd meet them at the river. Jay, Dylan and Beth all got to the river before her and waited. Beth laid out her towel and took off her oversized t-shirt which she wore over her pink one-piece bathing suit. Dylan gave his girlfriend a wolf whistle. Beth laughed and gave him a playful shove. Dylan grabbed her and picked her up, running out to the river. Jay rolled his eyes at the couple and looked off to the distance, waiting for Trudy to show up. After a while, he saw her walking down the hill. She still wore the white t-shirt from before, but now wore cut-off shorts instead of jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a braid and she was no longer wearing her glasses. Jay smiled softly as she got closer. Trudy returned the smile and set her things down.

"How's the water?" Trudy asked Beth and Dylan, who were splashing each other. 

"It's good." Beth said before giving a squeal as Dylan grabbed her around the waist and dunked her in the water. Trudy laughed. 

"You coming in?" Jay asked. Trudy nodded. 

"I'll be there in a sec." 

"All right." Jay said. He got in the water and waded in it. He heard the sound of someone getting in behind him and turned around. His eyes fell on Trudy and what she was wearing...or lack thereof...His throat and mouth felt as dry as cotton and he felt himself stiffen...below the waist. Trudy walked over towards him and leaned back, getting her hair wet. 

"Wow, Beth was right, the water does feel nice." She said softly. She leaned forward and swam out a bit, brushing past Jay. Jay watched her.

"Yeah...N-n-nice..." Jay stammered. As the afternoon progressed, Beth and Dylan separated to a different end of the river as they began to grope and kiss each other and Jay and Trudy ended up together. 

"Are you okay?" Trudy asked.

"Yeah, why?" Jay asked. 

"Well you seem to be having a bit of a staring problem...And it seems to be centered below my neck." Trudy teased. Jay gulped. He didn't mean to be that obvious.

"I'm sorry." Jay said. "I-"

"You know, you're really disproving that whole 'gentleman' persona that you portrayed back in high school. I mean first you maul me last night and now you're staring at my chest." Trudy sighed. "You're such a typical male." She smirked, telling him she was messing with him.

"Hey, I didn't maul you!" Jay said. 

"Uh huh, sure." Trudy said. "You're just a little horn dog, aren't ya?" She laughed, splashing him. Jay laughed.

"Oh, that's it, you're asking for it." He threatened playfully. He went over to her and gripped her wrists and the two began to playfully wrestle, trying to dunk one another into the water. Jay let go of her wrists and began tickling her sides. Trudy shrieked as she tried to squirm away from him.

"Okay! Okay! You're not a horn dog!" She said between laughs. Jay laughed and stopped tickling her, but didn't remove his hands from her sides. Trudy looked up at him as she recovered from the tickle attack. "That wasn't fair." Trudy said. 

"Oh well." Jay said, shrugging. Trudy frowned and hit his shoulder. She let her hand linger on his dark skin, indulging in the feel of it under her hand. Trudy looked at her hand and saw the contrast in their colors. Trudy came from a bi-racial background-her mother being African American and father Caucasian-but had taken more after her father when it came to skin color so although there wasn't a total contrast, Trudy couldn't help watch the two colors together. She tore her eyes away from her hand only to see Jay staring down at her, his eyes gleaming with such lust and passion that it made Trudy tremble. 

Ever so slowly, Jay leaned down and captured her lips with his. Trudy sighed softly as she felt his hands cup her face gently. Their tongues were tangled together as the kiss got deeper and deeper. Trudy wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands pressed against the small of his back. Jay took one of his hands away from her face and put it against her back, right above the back of the top of her swimsuit. He crushed her body against his as they kissed. Trudy felt his wet skin against her own. Trudy tried to make her head clear as she reminded herself that this is exactly what happened the night before. She pulled her head slightly.

"What's going on?" She whispered against his lips.

"I don't know." Jay replied honestly. Trudy turned her head to look over where Beth and Dylan were. They were too busy with each other to notice anything going on around them. Trudy sighed. 

"I think I'm going to head back to my place." Trudy said as she disentangled herself from his body. The air hit her wet skin full force as she trudged out of the river. She turned her head back to look at him. "You coming?" She asked. Jay numbly nodded as he followed her. The two gathered their things and left. They walked back to Trudy's apartment in awkward silence. Trudy opened the door and they walked in to the apartment. Trudy walked to her room with Jay right behind her. She stood against the wall as Jay walked in. "We should probably talk about this.." Trudy said. Jay nodded, agreeing with her. He sat down on her bed. 

"You want to sit?" He asked.

"I think having a little distance would be a better idea." Trudy said, looking down. She took a deep breath. "Why?" She finally asked.

"Why what?" Jay replied. Trudy looked up at him. 

"Why me? Why now?" She asked. "I mean, is this some sort of cosmic joke or something?"

"I don't understand." Jay said. Trudy gave a soft bitter laugh.

"We haven't seen each other or spoken to each other in about a year. And then, you show up and all we seem to do is kiss? I mean, what is this?"

"I...I don't know." Jay said. 

"Well, how about a simple question-why did you kiss me last night?"

"I was up half the night trying to figure that out." Jay said. "I don't know. Maybe I was curious."

"Curious?" Trudy shot back. "Curious? That's the biggest bull shit of an answer if I've ever heard of one."

"Well, what do you want me to say? I mean, it seems like no matter what I say you're going to be pissed."

"Well don't I have a right to be?" Trudy asked. "I poured my heart out in that notebook last year and you didn't feel the same. Now you can't seem to keep your hands to yourself. Forgive me for being a little bit suspicious of your motives."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, let's see. Last year I was the same person I am now except with an extra forty pounds. You do the math."

"You think I'm that shallow?" Jay asked.

"No, I don't. That's why I felt that way about you. You were the only guy I knew of who was completely genuine. But now I'm not so sure." 

"Fine. Do you want an honest answer?" Jay asked.

"That would be nice."

"Fine. Last year, I thought you were a pretty great person. The weight wasn't the issue. Do you know what the issue was?"

"What?"

"The fact that you couldn't give me the notebook yourself. The fact that afterwards the closest you came to talking to me about it was that message in my yearbook. 'Thanks for being so cool about everything after the notebook thing'."

"First of all, I was too scared of rejection to give it to you myself. In retrospect I guess I was right, huh? Second of all if you wanted to talk about it, why didn't you?"




Reunion Ch. 02



"Because I thought you'd try and play it off as if it was nothing."

"And you did a fabulous job of doing that yourself." Trudy muttered. Jay sighed.

"Anyway, I always kind of wondered what it would've been like to kiss you." Jay said. The statement caught Trudy by complete surprise.

"And what was it like?" Trudy asked, indulging in her curiosity.

"Pretty great." Jay said with a smile. Trudy couldn't help laugh a little. "I mean, duh, I did keep kissing you, didn't I?" 

"And then you kissed me today." Trudy said. "So, is that all there is? 'Pretty great' kissing?" 

"No." Jay said. "I like this new you. I mean, you're more confident then you were last year. I've always thought you were a beautiful person and now, it's like you've gotten even more so." Trudy blushed. "So, are we okay?" Jay asked. Trudy nodded. "Good, because I really want to kiss you again." Jay said sheepishly. Trudy laughed. 

"Yeah, that could be arranged." She said. She walked over to him and stood in between his legs. Jay looked up at her and put his arms around her waist. Trudy leaned her head down and the two continued their heated kiss from before. Trudy's heart went off like a jackhammer in her chest as she felt one of Jay's hands reach the string of the top of her bathing suit. Jay stood up as he gently pulled at the string, feeling the knot come undone. Trudy put her arms around his shoulders, needing something to steady herself since her knees were beginning to feel weak. Once the knot was undone, Jay reached up and began to work on the knot behind her neck. The knot came undone and the top of her swimsuit fluttered to the ground. Trudy felt dizzy as the air hit her bare breasts. The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back on the bed and Jay was on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulder as his hands fumbled with the button of her cut off shorts.

"If you want to stop.." Jay said, his breath hitting her neck which was wet from his kisses. 

"No." Was all Trudy could bring herself to say. She reached down and assisted Jay with the jeans. She lifted herself up as he slid the shorts down her legs, leaving her lying there in just the bottoms of her bathing suit. Trudy gasped as she felt Jay's hand between her legs, his palm flat against the fabric covered juncture. The fact that the only thing between her and his hand was a pair of tight shorts was intoxicating to her. Jay's lips trailed down her neck, to her collarbone then down to her chest before reaching her breasts. Trudy moaned as she felt his warm mouth encase her nipple. She felt his velvet tongue sweep past the erect nub. 

Jay was in another world. A world were Trudy invaded all his senses. He could feel her withering beneath him as she moaned and gasped. Jay continued suckling on her nipple before switching to the other. After a while, he abandoned his post which resulted in a dissatisfied groan from Trudy. Jay couldn't help smile to himself at the sound. He pulled himself back up to her and kissed her. Trudy kissed him back hungrily, softly nipping at his lower lip, urging him to continue his previous actions. Jay pulled back from her. He looked in her eyes. He could see the desire, lust, need and passion shimmering in the brown orbs of her eyes. He lowered himself down to her neck, kissing, sucking and biting the tender flesh as his hand, which up until now was still between her legs, glided across her stomach as he found the waistband of the shorts. His hand slid in the tight space as it made its way between her legs. It reached the desired destination. Jay couldn't help moan against her neck as he felt the wetness oozing out of her beneath his hand. The fact that all that was just from what he had done so far did give his ego a little bit of a boost.

Trudy saw stars. Her entire body felt like it was all connected as she felt one of his fingers slowly line the inside of her labia. Jay, the man she had felt so strongly for, was touching her in a place that only she and her gynecologist had ventured. Jay's finger slowly inched higher and higher until it brushed against her clit, which had been begging to be touched. Trudy threw her head back, choking back a moan as Jay's finger circled around the base of the tender bundle of nerves. He continued manipulating the button, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Trudy was lost and all she knew was the feel of his hand touching her and the feel of his lips against her neck. Which was why she was so startled when his hand fell away. Trudy's eyes snapped open and she looked at him, a little upset that he stopped. 

"What are you doing?" Trudy asked. Jay smiled at her and kissed her lips.

"Don't worry." He whispered against her lips. He slowly went down to the edge of the bed and reached up with both hands, catching the waist band of the shorts with his thumbs. He gently pulled the last remaining article of clothing down her hips. Trudy, aching for him to continue touching her, lifted herself up as he slid the shorts down her legs. He tossed them to the side. He looked up at her and felt himself stiffen even more. Trudy wasn't small in the chest area when he knew her last year but it just seemed like it was all from the extra weight that she had. Jay was pleased to see it wasn't. 

Jay wasn't exactly a coinsure of breasts, seeing as before that moment the only woman he had been with was Claire-who barely had any breasts in the first place-but as any red blooded American young male, he had seen a few adult movies and Trudy looked like she could be in one of those movies. Her C cup breasts heaved as she panted gently, waiting for him to do something. Jay gently stoked her hip, silently telling her he'd continue in a minute. At the moment, he was too busy staring at every inch of her. He slid his eyes from her breasts to her stomach which was small, tight, and Jay could see the beginning formation of some type of 4-pack or something. His eyes continued downward, where he came to the juncture between her legs. There were soft brown curls of hair surrounding the mound and he could see the wetness pouring out of her.

"Jay...Please..." Trudy whimpered, arching her back a bit. "Touch me..." Jay looked up at her. Her eyes where clenched shut and she was biting her lower lip gently. His hand gently grazed her outer lips resulting in a soft moan and sigh from Trudy. He reached up and gently parted the lips with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the nub and hole. He felt like a kid in a candy shop, staring at them, wanting to taste both but unsure where to go to first. He leaned in and placed his mouth against her, the tip of his tongue teasing her as it slowly poked inside her. "Oh god!" Trudy gasped. Now, no one had done what he was currently doing and Trudy felt like her entire being was on fire. 

Jay slid his tongue inside her as he brushed his thumb against her clitoris. Trudy's hips bucked gently at the feel of the double stimulation. Her head swam and her toes curled as he continued. After a while, he pulled his mouth away from her. Trudy panted.

"Don't st-" She began to beg but was cut off as she felt Jay's mouth close around her clitoris. He sucked on the nub gently, letting his tongue poke at it every so often. "Oh god, oh fuck..." Trudy whispered. "Yes...don't stop..." She said. Jay wrapped his arms around her thighs, his hands resting against her buttocks as he sucked her in deeper. Trudy shrieked with pleasure. She reached down and placed one of her hands on his head, keeping him in his place, afraid he was going to stop. 

Jay was drunk on her. Her taste, the sounds she was making, the feel of her beneath him. He just wanted to get more and more of her in his senses as he sucked harder on her clitoris. After a while, Trudy reached her peak. Her body became rigid and tight as she climaxed. She cried out as she rode the waves of pleasure that consumed her before slumping back in her bed, feeling spent yet satisfied. Her eyes drifted shut as she tried to catch her breath. She felt the bed shift as Jay moved up to her, lying beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Trudy laughed softly.

"I'm more then okay." She replied, resting her head against his chest. She laid there as she regained her composure, her back pressed up against his chest. She felt him lean down and lay feather soft kisses up and down her neck and shoulder. Trudy gave a soft moan as she brought her arm back, resting her hand against the back of his head. Jay reached her earlobe and sucked at the tip of it, nipping at the flesh. Trudy arched her back, pushing her head back to him more. "And here I thought this was just a 'pretty good' kissing thing." She said softly as she smirked. Jay laughed softly in her ear.

"Well, technically there was kissing." Jay said. "I kissed you here..." He said as one hand cupped her breast. "And here.." He said as the hand slid down and a finger swept past her hole. "And here.." He said as he rubbed his palm against her clitoris. "Was it pretty good?" He asked. Trudy's eyes closed as she began withering against him.

"It was fucking amazing." She gasped out. Jay kissed the back of her neck as he stopped rubbing and put his hand on her hip.

"Trudy?" He asked her.

"Hmm?" She asked. Jay paused before continuing, unsure how to go about it. Trudy turned around in his arms so that she was now facing him. "What is it?" 

"Never mind, forget it." Jay said. Trudy frowned. 

"Come on, you can tell me." She said. "I mean, after what happened, I'm pretty sure you can tell me just about anything." She said with a smile. 

"It's nothing...I just wanted to see if you were awake." He said, although Trudy saw through the lie. She got up and straddled his hips, sitting on him and placing her hands against his chest. 

"Come on, now the curiosity is killing me." She said. She shifted gently on top of him. She stopped when she felt something stiff against her thigh. She looked down at Jay. Jay quickly turned over, making Trudy sit on the bed. 

"I should go." Jay said. Trudy grabbed his hand, keeping him from getting up. 

"Was that..." She said, her voice trailing off. Jay knew what she meant. He slowly nodded. "But I haven't touched you how-" Trudy stopped. "You got wood from that?" She asked.

"Well, I mean, I was looking at you and..." He trailed off. "I'm sorry. I should go." Trudy turned and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Stay." She said.

"I'm afraid that if I stay here we're going to do something that later on when you're head's thinking clearly, you'll regret." Jay said. Trudy slid her hips back and forth, running her naked center over his clothed erection. Jay moaned. Trudy leaned against him, crushing her breasts against his chest.

"Jay, I've wanted to be with you for so long. No matter what we do, I highly doubt I'll regret it." She whispered in his ear before letting her tongue slide into it. Jay gripped her waist as he felt himself get even harder.

"Holy shit." He gasped. This was a whole new side of Trudy. She was the hunter, the seductress, and it wasn't at all helping the growing erection he had. He had to be inside her. He had to be inside her now or else he would explode. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" She whispered. Trudy was a little shocked by her own actions, but Jay had already brought her to orgasm once and she wasn't about to let him leave before he could do it again and again and again. She figured her newly brazen attitude had to do with the fact that they didn't exactly just get involved with innocent activity; therefore her usual innocent persona was taking a break. 

"Oh god yes." Jay moaned. Trudy turned so that she was lying on her back again and Jay was on top of her. She reached down and pushed his swim trunks down. She felt his erection spring free and rest against her thigh. "Do you have any-" He began to ask.

"Top drawer." She said, tilting her head to the side indicating it was in the top drawer of her nightstand. Jay reached over and opened the drawer. He saw an open box of condoms which was barely half full. In the back of his mind he wondered about the other men Trudy might have had in the same exact position he was in and he got a little jealous. He then reminded himself that she was free to be with whoever she wanted. That is, until now, he thought to himself. He retrieved a condom from the drawer and opened the foil package up. He shifted on top of her as he slid the latex item on. He looked at her. She placed her hands on his shoulders as Jay slowly slid into her. She was tight around him. He kept going then stopped when he felt the barrier at the tip of his penis. He looked at Trudy.

"You're.." He said. Trudy nodded gently. Jay gave her a look. "But what about the box of condoms in your drawer...It's open..."

"My roommates have boyfriends yet don't always have condoms." She said explaining it to him. "Is this a problem?" She asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." She said. Jay kissed her as he slid in further, trying his hardest not to hurt her as he broke the barrier. He felt it tear around him. Trudy tore her mouth away from his as she let out a soft whimper. She buried her head in her shoulder. 

"Are you okay?" Jay asked, he felt her grip on his shoulders tighten a bit. 

"Yeah, just...give me a sec." She said as she tried to accommodate herself to what was now inside her.

"We can stop, if-"

"No, don't." Trudy said. "I want this." She looked up into his eyes. "I'm okay." She told him. 

"All right." He said. He went back and continued kissing her as he slowly moved in and out of her. Trudy moaned into his mouth as he began to slowly thrust inside her. She wrapped her legs around his. Jay felt a wetness flow past his penis, he figured it was just from Trudy's arousal and ignored it as he continued thrusting. Jay tried his best to go slow for Trudy's benefit and did anything he could to distract himself from wanting to thrust deep inside of her. He sucked on the flesh of her neck again and he felt Trudy's hips bucking, trying to meet his thrusts. Jay gently held her hips keeping her in place. Trudy gasped as Jay picked up the pace of his thrusting. Jay slowly pushed further inside her making Trudy wither and gasp even more. 

"Oh god...Jay..." Trudy moaned. She gripped at his back, her short nails digging into his flesh. The sensation of that made Jay loose control as he started thrusting in and out of her faster and faster. Trudy screamed as she experienced the second orgasm brought on by Jay. Jay continued thrusting in and out of her as Trudy's legs tightened around him. Jay grunted and moaned as her inner walls clamped around his penis which was enough to do him in. 

"Oh shit...!" Jay cried out as he came. Trudy's walls gripped Jay tightly, as if milking out the last drop of him. He weakly trusted in and out a few more times before collapsing slowly on top of her. Jay shifted so he was lying beside her with his arms around her on his stomach. 

"Wow." Trudy breathed out. Jay smiled and pulled her close as they drifted off to sleep together. 



Reunion Ch. 02



A sharp knock at the door startled me from a deep sleep. Aunt Beth called through the door "Girls!! Time to get up! Breakfast!" I heard a groan from the bed above me. It was Jen. The sheets rustled and Sherri answered "OK, Mom! We'll be down in a few minutes!

Sherri swung her legs out of the bed toward me. She sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. She was still nude and the light of day revealed once again how gorgeous she really was. Even fresh out of bed with tousled hair and yesterday's makeup on, she still looked great. Sherri's breasts pouted just slightly and her nipples pointed slightly upward as she stretched. Her areolas were fairly small, about the size of a quarter. A tuft of dark blonde hair was nestled between her legs. A little rosy glow of sunburn from yesterday's amusement park trip showed from around her neck and shoulders. Sherri rose to her feet and walked briskly past me toward the bathroom. I watched as her boobs jiggled as she walked past me. I raised my head from the pillow to watch her walk away from me toward the bathroom door. The door closed and the privacy lock clicked.

"She's something, isn't she?" I jumped as I heard Jen's voice. She was propped up on her elbows looking over the edge of Sherri's bed, down at me. She had obviously seen me looking at Sherri's nude form.

"Umm...y-yes... she's gorgeous, Jen." I stammered in response, somewhat embarrassed at having been caught looking. 

Jen smiled back at me. "You're gorgeous, too."

"No...No... I'm not..." I replied, looking down and away from her gaze.

"Yes. You are." she said quietly, her gaze still on me. 

I became a little uncomfortable. I wasn't used to someone talking about me that way. Sherri was always the pretty one, the popular one. I was always the plain one, the tomboy. What did Jen see in me?

Jen pushed her upper body up off of the mattress and slid her legs over the edge of the bed such that her knees bent over the edge, her feet not touching the floor. Jen was also still nude and like she had last night, patted the mattress next to her. "Sit with me." She said.

I had pulled my nightshirt back on when I went back to the air bed last night, so I was partially covered. I pulled back the sheets and struggled to my feet. I stepped toward her and turned to sit on the bed. Jen circled her arm around my hip. "I want to get to know you better, Sam. Can we hang out today?"

I was flattered by the attention and the compliments. "Sure...yeah." I told her...

"Besides, Sherri's bringing some guy to the picnic." Jen rolled her eyes in obvious disapproval.

The bathroom door knob rattled and Jen and I both turned our heads. Sherri came out of the bathroom clad in a robe with touched up make-up, brushed hair and teeth. "You guys! Get dressed! We need to go to breakfast!" she fussed.

"Can't we go like this?" Jen joked, gesturing toward her own naked body. 

"No!" said Sherri, failing to see the humor in Jen's question. "Get dressed and come downstairs. It's breakfast time."

Sherri rushed toward the door, stopping just short of opening it. She turned and began fussing again. "C'mon you guys! Get dressed." Jen stuck out her tongue at Sherri. Sherri put her hands on her hips and shot back at the two of us. "Just put something on and come downstairs! They are waiting for us!"

With that, Sherri turned and left the room.

Jen turned to me and shrugged. She had picked up on Sherri's attitude but chose to ignore it. "Alright, let's go." She said and rose to her feet. She walked around the bed, walked to her bag and grabbed some clothing and went into the bathroom. She closed the door, but didn't lock it. 

I heard the toilet flush and within a few minutes Jen walked out of the bathroom. She had pulled her long, blonde hair into a ponytail and had put on a white t-shirt and a pair of Lycra bike shorts. It was as though she was still naked. I could see her nipples plainly through her shirt and the tight shorts left little to the imagination about her lower half.

"Go ahead." She said and nodded her head toward the bathroom, "it's all yours."

I went to my bag and got a pair of lounge pants, a t-shirt and a bra. I went into the bathroom and made myself presentable for an appearance with my extended family. 

I exited the bathroom to find Jen still in Sherri's room, sitting on her bed. She had waited for me to go downstairs. She stood as I walked out and started for the door.

"I thought maybe you'd need some help in there." She said as she bounded up next to me, swatting me smartly on my ass. I jumped. I didn't expect her hand on my fanny and the swat stung just a little. I just glanced her way and smiled. We walked out of Sherri's room and downstairs.

The kitchen was a maelstrom of activity. Mom and Aunt Beth were scurrying around assembling dishes and foods to take to the park where the reunion was being held. Boxes and baskets sat on the counters and coolers lined the floor near the refrigerator. At the kitchen table were my dad and uncle, reading the paper and my brother and boy cousin were gulping down cereal. We walked into the room and my cousin elbowed my brother. Their eyes locked onto Jen. This is the first time I've noticed him taking much interest in the opposite sex, but Jen had him captivated. 

Mom and Aunt Beth started talking at once about our evening... Did we have fun, did we like the band, and did we stay up too late? Of course the answer was yes, but we told them we hadn't stayed up too late. 

The remains of breakfast had gone cold and we opted for juice and a roll. Cold eggs... yuck. Sherri was a few minutes ahead of us and had already eaten by the time we got downstairs. She retreated back to her room for a shower and to dress for the day. 

Since the table was full of men, Jen and I sat at the breakfast bar. The stools were higher than chairs at the breakfast table and this placed Jen well in the view of the males at the breakfast table. She turned herself around on the stool and started a conversation with my uncle. It seemed to me that she was enjoying the attention that she was getting from the males. The boy's eyes surveyed Jen in detail as she spoke. Even my dad stole a few glances. I couldn't blame him. All of Jen's stuff was on display, even if it was under a thin layer of clothing. 

I sat at the bar, eating my cinnamon roll and sipping juice as Jen held court over my male relatives. With her physical appeal and her relative state of undress, she had all of the attention. I think Jen liked it that way.

Aunt Beth interrupted Jen's conversation by drafting the guys to begin carrying things out to the car. Slowly, they pushed away from the table and moved into the kitchen and began to gather the boxes and coolers full of supplies for the reunion. She instructed them to load her car and our van and that we'd be able to get everything to the park in one trip. . 

"We'll come over in Sherri's car, Beth." She paused. "You know, in case you need any extra space in your cars." Jen suggested

Aunt Beth nodded. "OK, Good... That's fine, dear. You two should go get cleaned up. We'll be leaving soon."

Jen headed for the stairs. I turned and followed her. 

"Sam- Are you going to ride with us?" my mom asked. 

"No, I'll ride with Sherri and Jen." With that, I ran to the stairs to catch up with Jen, hoping my parents wouldn't step in and make me go with them. I heard no objections as I hustled down the hallway.

By the time I got to the foot of the stairs, Jen was halfway up. I raised my eyes only to see her spandex-covered ass wiggle as she ascended the stairs. I kept watching as we both climbed. At the top of the stairs, Jen stopped. She grabbed my hand and told me that she needed to talk to Sherri for a minute. "Wait a couple of minutes, then come in, OK? "

"Sure... no problem." I said. 

I wondered if there was a problem. Sherri seemed very cranky and she had avoided Jen and me for the most part this morning. I paused and waited in the hall outside of Sherri's room. I waited a few minutes, and then gently tapped on the door. Jen swung the door open and grabbed my hand and pulled me in, quickly closing the door behind me. She kept a hold of my hand and led me to Sherri, who was sitting on the edge of her bed, fully dressed, but with wet hair. I could tell that she wasn't very happy.

"Sherri's fine, she's just a little embarrassed about what happened last night." Jen said softly. "Are you OK with it?"

I paused and thought for a moment. "I've never done anything like that in my life." 

Sherri looked up at me, still visibly upset.

"I've never been with another woman before last night.... and I've never been so turned on before." I paused again as I looked at both of them. "I loved it, you guys." "Sherri, don't be embarrassed, honey. You may have changed my life."

A small smile came to Sherri's face. "So everything is ok?" she said, her voice slightly shaky.

"Yeah." I smiled at Sherri. "Everything's fine."

Sherri jumped to her feet and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back and over Sherri's shoulder, I saw Jen standing with her arms folded, a wide, mischievous smile on her face. Outside, in the driveway, I hear the slamming of car doors. The rest of the family was loading up to go to the park. 

Beneath our feet, a vibration came from the floor. Apparently, I looked surprised and Sherry said "It's that garage door... They must be going."

"Go check and be sure." Jen urged.

Sherri hustled out of the room and headed downstairs. Jen turned to me and told me that I could go ahead and shower if I wanted. I grabbed what I planned to wear for the day and my cosmetics bag and went into the bathroom. Sherri's bathroom was not large, but had a sink a toilet and a shower with a seat in it. The shower had a clear glass enclosure and the shower fixture was the kind with a hose attached. Perfect. I brought a swimsuit and planned to shave my legs. The seat and hand held shower would make shaving so much easier. 

I closed the bathroom door and took a seat to do my morning business. After a few minutes, I turned on the shower and stepped in. The shower head was positioned high and I began to wet my hair. Thick, curly hair like mine can take some effort to wet and then even more effort to wash and dry. I needed to wash it, though. Smoke from the bar and just plain grunge from traveling the day before left me feeling greasy and matted. A nice shampoo would be just the ticket. Sherri's shower provided me with many options. I chose a pina colada scented shampoo and set to work.

The weight of water and soap partially straightened my hair and it fell over my face and down onto my shoulders. I heard the bathroom door open and let out a shriek of surprise. My fingers on one hand pulled at my tangled curls trying to see who had entered, the other hand subconsciously trying to cover my nudity. 

"It's just me!" Jen's voice rose above the spray of the shower. "I need to go pee."

Covering myself seemed useless now. Jen had seen every bit of me, but I continued to push my hair from my eyes, just to be sure it was her. She walked over to the toilet and slid her shorts down before settling on the seat. I could see her pretty clearly through the clear shower door and couldn't help but look as she emptied her bladder.

Jen wiped herself and looked up at me. Our eyes met for a brief second. I became a little self conscious and turned my back to her as I tried to remove the rest of the shampoo from my hair.

I tilted my head back to let the water take the remaining suds from my hair. I grabbed a washcloth and began to clean my body. I looked over and saw Jen still seated on the toilet. Jen watched me intently through the water droplets on the shower glass. I tilted my head just slightly, as if to say 'what's up?'. 

Jen just smiled and watched as I lathered up. 

I rinsed off and shut off the water. I turned on the hand sprayer and reached for a can of Sherri's shave gel and squirted a bit into the palm of my hand. I raised one leg onto the shower seat and smoothed the gel over my right leg. I picked up my razor and beginning at my ankle moved the razor up and over my calf.

"Sam..."

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind if I watch you?"

"No, I guess not." I said, still a little self conscious.

"Sherri's gone to the store to pick up some stuff for her mom." She paused. "She'll be back in about a half hour."

I still wasn't sure what she was up to.

Jen kicked off her shorts and rose to her feet. She stood between the toilet and the shower door. She put her hands to the hem of her t-shirt and raised it up over her shoulders. Jen's breasts dropped just a little as the knit of the tee released the small amount of control it had over them. In an instant, the shirt was on the floor and Jen opened the shower door and stepped in.

I hadn't given her permission. She decided she wanted to join me and she did. Jen, as I learned took charge and she did as she pleased. I found her very attractive because of it.

She stepped in and took the razor and the sprayer head from my hand. 

"I'll finish for you... sit down."

A little shocked, I turned and sat on the seat of the shower and Jen reached for the shave gel. She squirted it on my lower thigh and smeared it over my leg. She dropped down to her knees on the floor of the shower and began where I had left off... she shaved my calves and asked me to stand. She turned me around to do the back of my thighs and her hand rubbed lightly over the cheeks of my ass.

Once more, Jen turned my body such that I was facing her and she moved that razor over the front of my left thigh. Still on her knees, she finished in a few strokes and rinsed off my legs with the hand held shower head. She ran her palms over my smooth, freshly shaven legs and then ran the back of her fingers through my pubic hair. "Can I shave this, too?" she asked in a slightly juvenile tone. Her eyes looked up at me, awaiting my approval.

"I never have, Jen."

"Can I?" she asked once again.

I thought for a moment. I had done things last night that I hadn't before, so why not this, too?

"Does it hurt?" I asked, still feeling a little apprehensive.

"Oh, no.. I'll be very careful..." she soothed.

I nodded and Jen smiled. She shot a little more gel into her palm and rubbed it through my pubic hair.

"Sit down again, Sam... and open your legs for me."

I sat down on the edge of the shower seat and Jen smiled at me and moved in between my legs. She made her first stroke at the top of my pubic hair and took only a small patch. I felt a light tugging as Jen pulled the blade though my curls. With each stroke, she shaved off only a small area and rinsed the razor. Within a few minutes, Jen had shaved down to just above the hood of my pussy.

"Lean back a little, Sam. You need to raise your legs a little so I can finish."

I leaned back and lifted one leg.

"Perfect" she said softly and passed the razor gently across my vulva, removing the last patch of hair on that side.

I found myself becoming very turned on, knowing Jen's eyes were focused so closely on my most private parts, her fingers all over me. I couldn't help think back to last night and what we had all done together.

Her voice brought me back to the present. "Ok, Sam.. now the other one" I raised the other leg and Jen took off the last of my pubic hair. She rinsed me off and moved her hand over her work. I looked down and saw none of the patch of curls that I had only seconds ago. She had shaved me totally clean.

I examined myself for a few seconds. "Well? What do you think, Sam?" I was at a loss for words. 

"I think it looks wonderful, Sam." Jen cooed. Her fingers slid over my bare flesh. "You have such a pretty.."

Her words were cut short by the vibration in the floor. The garage door opener announced Sherri's return from the store. 

"You need to finish up and get dressed.. I'll clean up quickly and we can go to the park."

Jen's voice took on a touch of urgency that I hadn't noticed before. 

"Hurry!' Jen urged, "She'll be so pissed if we're not ready to go yet!" It seemed fairly obvious that she didn't want to upset Sherri.

I grabbed a towel and my clothes. I quickly dried my body, catching my reflection in the mirror. My bare cunt looked so odd to me... so vulnerable.

I wrapped in the towel and walked quickly to the window overlooking the driveway. Sherri was bent over getting something from the trunk. I hustled back to my case and grabbed a bra and panties, pulling them over my still moist skin. I managed to pull my shorts and a t-shirt on before Sherri made it back to her room.

Sherri opened the door just as I started my blow dryer. "Are you guys almost ready?" Sherri shouted over the dryer. 

"It takes a little while to dry my hair! Jen's showering now. Shouldn't be too much longer!" I said loudly, making sure Sherri could hear me, but I wanted to be sure Jen heard, too.

A few minutes later, I switched off the dryer and within a few seconds, Jen popped out of the bathroom. She was still nude, but was dry and had a towel around her head and waist. She walked over to Sherri and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Almost ready, babe.." She said with a lilt in her voice.

Jen dressed, putting on a bra and panties for the day. She picked out a pair of white shorts and a light pink tank top. Her hair was nearly dry and she brushed it for a moment, pulling it then back into a ponytail.

"Are you ready?" she asked us both.

Sherri smiled and nodded and turned toward the door. I began to follow, but Jen grabbed my arm. She pulled up close and whispered in my ear.

"We're not done, you and I..." She whispered. "there'll be more fun to be had today Sam, just wait and see."

Jen turned and grabbed a backpack from the floor and headed for the door. I grabbed my bag and followed both girls down the stairs to the waiting Mustang.

Continues...

copyright 2006, Julie Mills 



Reunion Ch. 02



This is the conclusion to a previously posted submission. For more on these characters, you may want to read "Reunion". Thanks to everyone who offered advice after part one.

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Mike stirred under the covers. Something smelled appetizing. Mike opened his eyes to a delectable sight: Weslie had her back to him was pouring some wine into a bowl. She was clad in nothing but her silky chocolate skin and her apron. She put the bottle aside and whisked the contents of the bowl. It made her round bottom jiggle. When Weslie finished her mixing, she poured the concoction into a dish. She bent at the waist to place it in the oven. Mike licked his lips, and his cock stirred under the blanket. As if she'd felt his gaze on her, Wes turned around and smiled at him.

"Hey, Honey. I see you're up," she said. "Food should be ready in a little while," she added over her shoulder as she removed a pot from the front burner.

Mike sat up and just stared at Weslie's busy form. His eyes traveled down the feminine lines of her back, to the sexy curve of her butt. He loved her body, even if every time he told her so, she seemed to find the idea unconceivable. He was prepared to spend a lifetime showing her just how beautiful she truly was.

He suddenly felt the need to touch her smooth, tempting skin. He walked over and reached around her waist, pulling her close to him. Wes leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, exposing her enticing neck to him; he placed a soft kiss there. He slipped a hand under her apron and caressed her belly. He felt her withdraw slightly; he knew she did not like her stomach. He continued rubbing the soft flesh, nibbling her sensitive neck at the same time, grinding his growing erection against her luscious ass. Wes soon relaxed, yielding to the pleasure.

Mike pulled the ribbon holding Wes's apron. He turned her around so that she was facing him and got the apron off of her. They kissed. He loved the way she ran her hands through his hair, as if she wanted to pull him in even closer. As if she just couldn't get enough of him. She insisted on him keeping it long enough to grab. He planted a kiss on her cheek, then one on her chin, and another on her graceful collarbone. He licked his way down between her breasts, to the small bump of her belly. He couldn't resist slipping his tongue in her bellybutton.

He knelt before her and buried his nose between her legs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, immersing himself in the sweet, musky scent that always made his mouth water. Wes shifted and whimpered in anticipation. Mike spread her thighs and scattered reverent, feather-light kisses on the tender skin framing her slit. He held her dark, swollen lips apart with his thumbs and forefingers, and took his time licking Wes from the edge of her puckered hole to just below her clit. Mike relished the taste of his lover's juices; he moaned into her sex.

Wes whimpered. Her knees buckled, and she reached back, placing her hands on the counter to support herself. Mike held on to her hips as he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He paused for a moment and looked up at her. He smiled at her cry of disappointment, before diving back in and thrusting his tongue inside her moist heat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, fast. Weslie grabbed at his hair, pressing his face harder against her core. Mike strained to get his tongue as far as he could inside her, until he was rewarded for his effort. Wes came with a loud cry, quenching his thirst for her juices. She collapsed to the floor. Mike was there, waiting to catch her in his arms. Their lips met once more, and Wes smiled as she tasted her own flavor in their kiss.

Mike watched Wes as she walked toward the bathroom. He was mesmerized by the seductive sway of her hips. Sometimes he had a hard time believing she loved him. He felt lucky to be with her, and not because she told him he was, as some of his exes had. Mike had had plenty of girlfriends in the past. However, the relationships had been short term, due his inexplicable attraction to girls who took as much pleasure in hurting themselves as they did in hurting him.

He had planned to wait until marriage before making love to any woman. There were diseases out there, and the thought of fathering a child with a woman he merely liked was frightening. Of course, it hadn't been easy, and over the years there had been a few close calls.

Mike had thought long and hard before telling Wes he was a virgin. He knew she hadn't been one herself since sometime during her high school years. That was a good decade of experience she had on him. Would she think he was strange? Would she be shocked? Would she then rule him out as anything more than a friend? 

Eventually, Mike had decided to mention it in one of his messages to Wes. He'd waited for her reply, checking his messages every hour. It took a day or two for Wes to reply; apparently she had needed to give it some thought. Eventually, Mike found a new message in his inbox. Weslie had written that she was surprised. However, to Mike's relief, she had added that she could understand his reasons. She was willing to wait for him to be ready. After all, she often wished she had waited longer before losing her virginity.

It turned out not to matter in the end. When they first met in the flesh, during her first visit to see him, he had found her incredibly seductive. By the time she'd allowed him a glimpse at her naked skin, he had wanted to spend hours exploring it. He had kissed the tempting mounds that were her heavy breasts, and rubbed his face against the comfortable skin of her belly. When she had parted her thighs, inviting him to have a taste, he had discovered an addiction to her sweet nectar. He'd heard other guys complain about the taste of women before, but he could not fathom how anyone could taste the intoxicating treat and not want more. After he had made her come, he had looked up to see her face and realized that he wanted to see her like this always. It was then that he had decided he had waited long enough. He certainly had no regrets.

The strident ring of the oven timer jarred Mike back to the present. He reached for the knob and turned it off. Wes emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe and holding another in her hands. She handed it to him.

"It's getting to be a bit chilly this evening," she said. She looked at the oven. "Oh, thanks for turning that off."

Wes opened the oven and took out the fragrant dish. Mike sat at the table and observed her as she spooned rice from the pot onto plates and then scooped chicken and vegetables on top. 

"It's Coq au Vin," she offered with a smile as she set a plate down in front of him. She poured him a glass of the Merlot that was still on the counter before serving herself. Wes sat across from him and looked on, waiting for him to take his first bite.

"Delicious," Mike said as he tasted the savory meat. It was cooked just right, falling right off the bone without the need for a knife. The spices, mushrooms, and pearl onions complemented the heady flavor of the wine to perfection, creating a succulent background for the chicken.

After the meal, Mike helped Wes clear the table and wash the dishes. Once they finished, they sat on bed, chatting about what they would do first once his boxes arrived. She'd already made room for his clothes and cleared space for his desk next to hers. Wes snuggled close and nestled her head against Mike's chest as they spoke. She looked up at him.

"Um, Honey?"

"What is it?" he replied.

"Nothing. Never mind"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. No. Well... you think it's always going to be like this between us? Now that we'll be living together?"

Mike paused to consider her question.

"Maybe not like this," he answered, "but it'll be good enough for me. As long as we're together."

Wes seemed relieved. This sudden uncertainty was so unusual. Mike saw her as the more self-assured of the two. He caressed her short hair, trying to be comforting.

"Don't worry," he said, "we love each other. Everything else is just details."

Wes straddled him and kissed him. She hugged him tight. Mike could feel her breasts under the robe.

"Thank you," she said as he got off the bead and started toward the fridge. She took out a small tray of chocolate covered strawberries. Mike smiled; he was well aware of her weakness for chocolate. He liked to tease her about the orgiastic tone her voice would take on whenever she spoke of the cocoa confection.

Wes beckoned, "Time for dessert." 

She picked up one of the plump fruits and licked its chocolate covered tip. She kept her eyes fixed on Mike. The pleasure was evident in those brown eyes, and Mike wanted to be a part of it. Besides, watching her lick the juicy red berry brought arousing associations to mind. He covered the short distance across the room in a few steps and reached Wes just as she was slipping the strawberry between her lips.

"Hey, how about sharing?" he joked before kissing her. He tasted the bittersweet flavor of the chocolate as the juice of the crushed fruit dribbled down their chins. He licked it off of her face.

"It tickles," she giggled.

Mike reached for one of the sweet treats on the tray and offered it to Wes. She bit off half of it, and Mike traced the curve of her neck with what remained of the fruit. He licked the juicy trail before treating her dark nipples to the same attention. Wes gasped. She took the piece of fruit from his hand and popped it into her mouth. She still looked hungry.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his as she kissed him. Mike loved it when she got so forceful, so voracious; it made him feel wanted. Wes licked her way around his nipples and down his belly, making him shiver in anticipation. When she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, just as she had done with the first strawberry, he groaned. Wes just held him in her hot mouth and smiled up at him. He felt himself twitch against her tongue. She pulled his thighs toward herself and stayed still, letting him know without words to set his own rhythm. Mike hesitated; he did no want to cause her any discomfort.

Yet she was still there, motionless, waiting for his pleasure. He caved and slid forward into her mouth until he felt her nose against his pelvis. She held on to the back of his thighs for stability and let out a little appreciative sound. She didn't seem uncomfortable. Now less worried, Mike increased the rhythm of his thrusts, enjoying the wet warmth of her mouth along his length. Each time he withdrew, she would moan as she sucked on the head, creating delicious vibrations that seemed to go straight to his balls. At this rate, he wouldn't he able to last very long. He pulled out of her mouth.

He helped Wes up and led her back to the bed. She lay down with parted thighs. Mike knelt between them. He teased her clit, tapping it with the head of his cock. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He liked to watch her squirm, though Wes knew he always ended up giving in. Mike rubbed his cock up and down the length of her slit, coating himself in her slickness. He slid into her, inch by inch, until he was engulfed in warmth from root to tip.

"Mm..." was all Wes could say.

Mike pushed into her in long slow strokes, savoring the velvety feel of Wes's body. He watched her soft breasts jiggle with each thrust and smiled. He leaned forward to caress her face, taking in her sweet smile. She could look so fierce sometimes, but at times like these, he rather enjoyed the dreamy, angelic expression that took over her features.

Wes reached up for him, pulling him in for a kiss. Mike tried to hold up his weight; despite his slender build, he was always afraid of crushing her. Wes pulled harder, until their skin touched from head to toe. She wrapped her legs fast around his waist, and twisted until she was on top of him. It seemed she was not trying to take control though. She shifted until she was on all fours, facing away from him. She wiggled her ass at him. Then she looked back over her shoulder and winked before resting her face on the bed, thrusting her ass even higher. He found it silly and seductive all at once. He found it irresistible.

Mike licked his lips as he approached her. He took hold of the fleshy expanse of her cheeks and plunged into her. She cried out and pushed back to meet his thrusts. They were both too hot to take things slow now. They bucked against each other, their bodies hot and straining. Wes gripped the sheets. Mike reveled in the sound of her panting. He reached under her and felt around for her clit. He rolled it between his thumb and his index finger, making her writhe under him. He pulled her up by the waist, so that he could bury his face in her neck. Mike tasted the salty sweat there. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, until she screamed. He felt her pulse around his cock, and he came, holding her as close as he could.

They lay in bed, spooning. Mike loved the warm sensation of her of her ass against his softening cock. He reached over her protectively and rested his right hand on her left breast. She nestled even closer against him. 

"Honey?"

"Hm?"

"I'm not scared anymore."

"'Bout what, Wes?"

"Us living together. We're ready."

"I know," Mike said, holding her tighter as they drifted into sleep.

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Reunion Ch. 02



Chris' bulging cock twitched as he watched Selena's sensuous naked form disappear around the corner at the end of the hall, her eyes beckoning, promising that more fun was in store.

Fumbling to get his socks off—they'd forgotten them in their haste—and tossing his sporty IWC to the side, he walked deeper into her apartment, his thick hard-on swaying about obscenely. Licking his lips to taste the juices from her pussy again, he heard the shower go on somewhere around the corner and groaned as thoughts of shoving his cock into her warm folds flooded his senses.

He couldn't believe this was finally happening, so unexpectedly, after all these years. It felt like it was meant to be, except for the inconvenient fact that Selena had a boyfriend. 

It's not like I planned this, he thought. When he asked to meet her for dinner he really just wanted to see how she turned out, out of curiosity. He'd forgotten how much this girl—now a grown, sexy woman—attracted him.

Though he wasn't the type to move in on someone else's girlfriend, it eased his mind somewhat that he never met this chump, whoever he was. Whoever the guy is, He wouldn't have any idea how long I've wanted Selena, Chris thought. Selena's boyfriend couldn't know the months he spent in their high school days agonizing over his lost opportunity to be with arguably the hottest girl in their school.

"Chris, baby, you coming? Or you finishing without me?" Selena's voice echoed from the bathroom. 

Chris peered through the steam and made out the back of Selena's naked form as she raised her arms to shaker her straight black hair out, arching her back and sticking her perfect, round ass toward him. Her skin was so smooth, the dimples above her ass cheeks so inviting.

Chris walked into the room, which was now getting steamy and smelling faintly of lavender from the candles she'd lit. Then, suddenly, she was down on her knees, propped by a soft pink bath mat as she started kissing up his thigh and gently licking the bottom of his balls.

"Mmmm ... Oh Selena you're so fucking hot," he kept mumbling over and over. She just looked up at him, doe-eyed and innocent looking with a hint of mischief in her hazel brown eyes, and hair cascading over her shoulders. Between each glossy lock of hair he could make out the shape of her plump breasts, and the stiff brown tips of her nipples.

Selena's tongue flicked the skin around his balls lightly and then she sucked them into her mouth, massaging them expertly with her tongue, which he had no idea could be so muscular and controlled.

"Mmmm ..." it was Selena's turn to moan. She loved slowly working a guy up with her tongue. She couldn't wait to get the rest of his dick in her mouth. She loved giving blowjobs because it was like having a man completely at her mercy.

Selena started up his hard shaft, moving her talented tongue in a circular motion as she went. The sensation was driving Chris to the brink of insanity; by the time she made it to his tip, turning practically purple with desire, and opened her mouth, he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth, pumping, needing to cum.

Selena grabbed Chris' muscular ass, guiding his dick into the back of her throat as she sucked and swirled her tongue. It was too big to take in all at once without gagging—she first enveloped it with her lips halfway, then adjusting herself to accommodate the rest, she slowly let him push it all the way in. She heard a groan as she looked up, watching Chris' eyes roll to the back of his head in ecstasy, with the shower water still beating down in the bathtub behind her, waiting for them to get in.

Watching him lose control and feeling his cock pump insistently into her mouth, Selena couldn't help but move a hand to her engorged clit; was getting so hot and her pussy was dripping with juices, anticipating the same attack from that his beautiful cock was giving her mouth at the moment.

Stopping suddenly, she pulled away, letting Chris' dick leave her lips with a "pop," as the throbbing member stood to attention, wet with saliva and precum and aching for release. She moved upward slowly, still facing Chris as he watched, pressing her C-cup breasts into him as she rose to stand.

Now at her full height—still much shorter than he—she looked up into his eyes and said, simply: "Fuck me."

Chris snapped out of his trance—he grabbed Selena under her soft, tone thighs and lifted all 115 pounds of her up over his thick cock, pausing only a moment to let her feel the sensation of the tip pushing against her soaking-wet lips before impaling her, shoving it in to the hilt. 

"Aaahh—" Chris cut off Selena's shriek with a heavy kiss, his tongue diving into her mouth, exploring, as she grabbed him tightly around the neck and he fucked her senseless, like they both had only one day left to live and enjoy each other. With each stroke, he was amazed that he was finally fucking this amazing woman; it felt like she belonged to him, and the tight walls of her pussy were clenching around his cock as if they were made for it. He didn't care in that moment if she was attached or not—it was his name she was chanting now.

"Oh Chris ... oh god, oh Chris..." she alternated, until her speech became a senseless chant: "Oh god, oh god ohgodohgodoh...my....GOOOOD..."

"What'd you say? You callin my name, baby?" Chris grunted in her ear as he pounded her faster and faster.

"Yes! Yeeeeees!" Selena screamed, her whole body starting to convulse while still in his arms. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into his back as her legs spasmed in his strong grip.

Chris held on tightly as enjoying the sensation of her orgasm and suddenly felt a rush of hot liquid over his cock that felt AMAZING. Bewildered, he looked down as she was still cumming and realized she was ejaculating—something he'd only seen in porn movies.

"Holy shit, are squirting?" he asked in amazement. But he got no answer—Selena was in another world, still riding her orgasm with her head now thrown back. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Chris couldn't hold it any longer. He carried Selena into the shower, put her down on her feet, turned her around and pressed her hands against the tiles on the wall as the water from the shower ran down his muscular back.

Grapping a fist full of her hair in one hand, he reached around and grabbed a handful of tit in the other, squeezing as hard as he could as he took her from behind. He started out with long, deep hard strokes, then worked into a rhythm, pounding her relentlessly.

"I'm...going...to...cum...again...." Selena said, but before she finished it started again, and this time Chris was ready, too. Feeling the beginning of her orgasm, he let it go, releasing a huge load of cum that had been building up now for close to an hour as she teased and sucked and fucked him. He felt her muscles relax as her orgasm finished but, amazingly he kept shooting rope after rope of cum into her pussy, already slick with her own juices. With one final thrust, Chris felt more relief than he ever had before, as if he'd just emptied a gallon into Selena's womb. Pulling out, some of it dripped down her thigh.

Turning his exhausted lover around and kissing her gently on the lips, he felt strangely unsatisfied ... he wanted her again, he realized, his dick starting to harden again. And I'm going to have you again, tonight, he thought as he looked into her beautiful eyes. It's been ten years, but I have you now ... and I'm not going to let you out of my sight or stop giving you the greatest fucks of your life until you're mine and only mine.



Reunion Ch. 02



A cadaverous looking man named Raul handled all the travel and logistics for the band. He was good at what he did, but he also had a drug problem. We didn't know about the drug problem until the police came knocking on our doors at three in the morning. Fortunately, the members of the Malcontents were more into booze and sex than drugs, and the police found nothing in our rooms. The stuff found in Raul's room could have stocked three pharmacies. 

They hauled Raul off to jail and left us all sitting around in the hotel lobby feeling as if a hurricane had disrupted our lives. People were looking to me for guidance but I have to be honest. I can write songs. I couldn't find the state of California on a map if someone stuck a pin in it. I'm not strong on planning or geography. 

If not for Alexis, our tour might have come to an abrupt end. 

Alexis had spent the night with Kyle and Elmo and she was wearing a pair of Kyle's gym shorts and one of Elmo's button up shirts. Only she didn't have it buttoned up and every time she moved, one of her shapely breasts peeked out. She was barefoot and she had her legs propped up a lobby chair. Her black hair was a tangled mess and she wore no make up and I thought she looked incredibly sexy. I am drawn to women who look a little rumpled. 

It was deserted in the lobby and I started wondering what she would do if I wanted it doggie style on the carpeted floor, in front of everybody.

"You guys are pathetic, "Alex said, after listening to the complaints. "I have a couple of weeks before the school year starts. Just give me a copy of your schedule and I'll see that you get there on time."

"I don't think any of us even know where we were going," Kyle said, shrugging his shoulders. 

She patted Kyle's shoulder with affection. "My poor little lost lamb. Well, I'll go look in Raul's room. I'm sure he had some sort of itinerary, maybe plane tickets and scheduling, stuff like that." 

"I'll help you look," I said quickly. 

Alex grinned at me. I think she knew why I wanted to help her look. She had seen the direction of my eyes and knew what kind of help I wanted to give her. Everyone else stayed in the lobby and I followed Alexis to the elevators. Once the elevators doors closed I grabbed her from behind and put my hands inside her shirt to feel those two big titties I had been lusting after after all morning. 

"You want to wait until we get upstairs," she said, "or do you want me to blow you here?"

"I want it now but I want doggie," I said. I was already unzipped and pulling my cock out. 

I think she was as hot, or hotter, than I was. She hit the emergency stop on the elevator and peeled the gym shorts down to her knees. She wasn't wearing panties. She turned around and braced herself against the elevator and bent over far enough so I had access. 

"Oh, baby," she said as I pressed my hard cock against her bottom and then slipped it easily into her wet, hot pussy. It's an incredible experience to slide your cock into the pussy of one of the girls oyu used to fantasize about back in high school. 

Her sweet pussy fit like a glove and for a moment I didn't move. I just stood there with it inside, throbbing and leaking until I couldn't stand the pressure anymore and I started fucking her like a man possessed. She had to brace herself solidly or she would have hit her head. 

But then she started moving, milking me with her honeyed hole and I almost couldn't stay with her. It surprised me how violent she got and then she came with a shout and a shuddering spasm that caught me in midstroke and almost drove me to my knees. 

I was a second behind her, with one deep shove and feeling my cock spurt inside her. When I finished, I just sat down in the middle of the elevator gasping for breath. 

"My Lord," I said. "I don't think I've ever felt that before. The earth shook." 

"It did for me too, baby," Alexis said. "Me too."

We collected ourselves and rode the elevator up to Raul's floor. Alexis was all business again. It didn't take her long to find the papers and tickets and schedule she needed. In a few minutes she was on the phone talking to someone about busses and planes and when she hung up, there was a little bit of that old vitality in her eyes. 

"You tell the rest of the band that there will be some people around shortly to gather the equipment and instruments. There will be two vans outside in an hour to take us to the airport. I suppose I'll have to go with you or you'll never get to where you are going."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said. 

On the way to the airport I told Alex if she was going to act as our road manager that she didn't really have to do anything she didn't want to do. She smiled and said she knew I was a nice guy at heart but not to worry about her. She was going to enjoy the trip. On the plane she sat between Danny Parks and Elmo and ended up giving them both hand jobs underneath their blankets. The flight attendant knew what she was doing but she ignored it.

At the next city Alex had a bus there to meet us. It was a really nice touring bus with compartments in the back, showers and a professional looking driver in a gray uniform. 

The first night on the road we played a little game. It was Kyle's idea. Women usually liked Kyle. He was big and redheaded and had a wide, disarming grin. He wanted Alex to flash the passing cars. He made her take off her bra and wear a top that she could open on cue. I didn't think she'd do it but every time Kyle said, "show um your tits," she'd smile and shake them for whoever was passing. After a while, we tired of that game and we all settled in for the night.

On her knees between the aisles she gave Danny a blowjob before Kyle took her to the back compartment and put her on her hands and knees and doggie fucked her as hard as he could. I heard her whimper and I knew what Kyle was up too and I started to get up and to go back to help her but then I heard her voice. "Oh God yes," she moaned. "Do me there. Oh God, put it in my ass. Oh fuck." 

Kyle ass fucked her for a long time until she was whimpering with every stroke. . She screamed loud when she came and later again as Kyle filled her. I heard Elmo moving to the back and saying, "I want some of that ass," and I shook my head.

In a few minutes I heard Elmo yell and Alex whimper. Danny went back and the three of them stayed together for a long time. There were still sounds coming from the compartment by the time I drifted off off to sleep. 

In the morning I expected Alex to be crying and hysterical and ready to be put off the bus. Instead she was smiling and cheery and happy and flirting like she was a teenager again. I couldn't believe it. 

At lunch I took her back and we showered together. Afterwards, I stretched her out on her back and had some of that sweet pussy. She fucked me for all she was worth and then tried to close the walls of her cunt together to drain every drop. When I was done, she obediently bent to lick me clean. 

"Why are you doing this, Alex?" I asked her. 

She giggled. "Because I like to suck cock."

"No, I mean all of this. Back in high school all you cheerleaders were purer than driven snow. Boys couldn't get to first base. Now, you're here, with us and obviously enjoying it. But why?"

She was silent for a while and then she straightened up and put her head on the pillow beside me. 

"I don't know how to explain it," she said, after a moment. "I need this."

She took a deep breath and went on to explain. "You know I was never the most popular of the cheerleaders. Oh, I was allowed in their group but almost as a second class citizen. But it was where I wanted to be, more than anything. I admired those girls. I guess you could say I worshiped them. I wanted to be just like them."

"But you were," I insisted. 

"Maybe in your eyes, but not in theirs. I always knew there was something missing in me. I wasn't sure what it was but I tried to be just like them. I was just glad to be included. Right after we graduated, Jennifer invited me to a party. You know she always wanted to be a singer. She thought she had talent. Well, she made a deal with a country band to let her audition. She wanted me along for moral support. I was so thrilled to be included." 

"II found out I wasn't just included because she liked me. I was part of the deal. I was the real entertainment. I guess Jennifer saw something in me I didn't know was there. Anyway, I went along with it. I got high and I got fucked and Jennifer left me there. I stayed all weekend and it was incredible. I stayed away from parties after that until Jennifer called me and wanted me to persuade you to come to the reunion. I jumped at the chance."

"So you're the bait to get me to come?" I said. 

"Yes. And then Jennifer will plan some way for you and the band to hear her sing. They all have their agendas, Bobby. Jennifer wants an audition. Elsie wants to sell you a house. She thinks she can get you to buy that old Compton Mansion for a million dollars or so."

"That old thing is still standing?" I questioned. 

"Yeah, and it would be a big commission for her and she could get out of Dawson and open up her own agency in a bigger town."

"And the rest of them?" I asked. 

"Well, you know what Carol Marsh is like. She's still a bubble head. She probably thinks she can dump her husband and marry somebody in the band. Nancy Powers just gets off on hanging around with famous people. Judy Bishop probably wants you there so she can find something else to fuss about. Her husband is the Reverend Bishop of the First Foundation Church. I'm not sure what they believe in but I do know they're against everything. "

"And Laura?" I asked. 

:"Oh yes, Laura. I forgot you were sweet on Laura once." Alexis shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know about Laura. She's above it all. You never know what she's thinking."

"And they all knew what you were going to do to convince me to come to the reunion," I said. 

"Yes." 

"I'm sorry, Alexis," I said.

"Don't be. I am enjoying myself. I need more than one man, I guess." 

She rolled over so that her breasts rested nicely against my side. I felt a stirring. No sense wasting it and I took her hand and pressed her fingers on me. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started slowly jerking me off. 

"

"I think maybe I will go to the reunion," I said, groaning a little as her hand brought me to stiffness. 

Se rolled over on top of me and spread herself over my cock and eased herself down. It felt good inside her and I reached up to play with her tits. She began to bounce up and down slowly, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth as if evidently felt good to her too. 

'They're such bitches," she said breathlessly. "I used to think they were so special, sweet little Princesses and all they really were was bitches. Now they're divorced or they are married to fat guys who work at the mills and watch football and drink beer. They're unhappy and bored and they won't admit it. They still suffer under the delusion they're special. And they think they're going to crook their finger and you'll come to grovel at their feet like all the boys used too. That's what they want." 

She gasped as she felt my hands squeeze a little tighter. 

"They'll use you, Bobby. They'll have their pictures made with their famous friend and they'll tease you a little and then they'll send you away. Just like old times."

"It won't be like old times. I'm not the same nice guy," I said. 

I lifted her off and turned her over on her hands and knees and got in position so I could have her ass. She didn't protest as I found that tight little hole with the head of my cock. Kyle's big cock had loosened her up but she was still fucking tight as I entered her.

"Come on, Alex," I said. "Move that ass for me."

Alex gave it everything she had and it was sweet and tight and I could feel my balls tightening a few seconds after her body shuddered convulsively and then I was shooting my cream into her belly. She had come but she kept jerking and pushing until she was sure she had drained me. 

It was a crazy trip. Alex couldn't seem to get enough. Whatever the game was, she was for it and after a couple of days, I think the band members started looking her in a new way. The old vitality was back and we found her smart, funny and with a big a sexual appetite as any of us. She wore us down. By the third day she was mothering us, and by the evening of the forth day, I think the group was starting to bond with her. 

What really did it was that evening when the police car pulled us over for speeding outside of some small town I can't even remember the name of. The slim, young trooper was writing us a ticket when Alex turned it on. I can't explain what it was but she had it. A sort of sexual animal that we hadn't seen before. 

It was her idea. We never would have asked but in a few moments she was down on her knees serving the young policeman and she ended up face down over his cruiser begging him to stick it in deeper. It was an incredible performance and we didn't get a ticket. 

I think we were all sorry when the bus finally arrived at our destination. 

The concert that Saturday night was wild. Sometimes the music seems right, the night seems right and the pulse of life seems to beat in a savage bass rhythm that takes everybody to frenzy. The groupies were out in droves and we took several of them back to the dressing rooms and partied for half the night. I made Alex stay on the bus. Sometimes the party's get of hand, but there were no incidents this time and I got blown by this incredibly hot blond chick who knew how to party. 

On the bus Alex was upset that I hadn't allowed her to come to the party but Kyle took her in the back and ass fucked her until she nearly passed out from pleasure. Then Willie stuck his cock in her mouth and I heard Elmo giving it to her again sometime before daylight, so she wasn't that disappointed in the evening. 

On Sunday morning I rented a taxi and rode with Alex to the airport. She had cleaned herself up, wore a pants outfit I hadn't seen and looked like a prim and proper teacher on the way home from a business conference. We hugged at the airport. 

"I guess I'll see you in a couple of months," she said. 

"I'll be there," I told her. 

"Remember what I said. Don't let them use you."

"Well, somebody will get used," I told her, with a smile.



Reunion Ch. 02



You should read Chapter one to know exactly what went on at the reunion. Thank you to Mistress Lynn for editing this story for me.

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All I could think of while in jail was getting hold of Mark and beating him till he was near death. As far as Amy was concerned, I had no idea what would happen between us. My first thought was to embarrass her to no end and then divorce her. The only problem was that I still loved her.

Since Brent wouldn't take me to the airport I took a cab. He kept telling me how sorry Amy was and that I should talk to her, but I didn't want to listen to either of them. I told him to tell Amy to go to hell and to take Mark with her. There was so much rage built up in me from the whole thing. When I arrived at the airport, I used my credit card and bought a ticket to Iowa. I knew where Mark and Cindy lived and decided to pay them a personal visit.

After the plane landed, I grabbed a cab and gave the driver Mark's address. When he turned down their street, I saw a number of police cars and a yellow barrier in front of their house. I was about to tell the cabbie to keep going, but he had already stopped. Right then a cop came up to the cab and knocked on the glass. 

"What's your name?" he asked me when the driver put the window down.

"John Morrison," I replied.

"Mr. Morrison, please step out of the car and come with me." 

It wasn't a question but a demand. The cab driver received similar instructions. But it was only minutes before he was back in the car and on his way. I had no idea what was going on but it didn't look good.

"What's going on? What happened here? What do you want with me?" I asked.

"We're taking you down to the police station to have a talk with you. Co-operate and there shouldn't be a problem," the officer said.

"I have a right to know why you're arresting me. I've done nothing wrong. What happened at the Brady household? I didn't see Mark or Cindy."

"We'll talk when we get to the station."

We arrived at the station in a few minutes and they took me into a room and started asking me questions.

"Do I need a lawyer?" I asked.

"If at any time you want a lawyer, we can stop talking," he replied. "Mr. Morrison, when was the last time you talked to Cindy or Mark Brady?"

"I saw Mark Sunday morning at our class reunion breakfast. I haven't seen Cindy since high school graduation over ten years ago."

"Have you talked to her since then?"

"No, I told you I didn't. Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Just a couple more questions and I'll explain everything to you. Why are you here today in Iowa?"

"I needed to talk to Mark. Did something happen to him or Cindy?" 

He ignored my question and went on to ask his own. "Is it true that you threatened him at your reunion before you were locked up on a DUI?"

"Yes I did. The bastard slept with my wife," I said, the anger in me rising again.

"Were you coming here to kill him?"

"No, why? Is he dead? I was going to beat the shit out of him but I wasn't going to kill him. I don't have any weapons on me. You know that from searching me. Now, what the hell is going on?"

"Mr. Morrison, Mrs. Brady killed her husband early this morning. She called 911 after shooting him. The last place she called before that was your house. The police are there right now talking to your wife. They have already spoken with most of the people at the reunion."

"So why am I being questioned if she admitted to it?"

"She's not in the best mental shape right now. Since you threatened him at least twice at the reunion, we have to make sure that you aren't an accomplice. We have to wonder why you get out of jail and the first place you come is to see Mark. Understand our problem here?"

"Mark had an affair with my wife. I really was going to beat the shit out of him to teach him to stay away from her. I swear to God, I had no intention of killing him; I just wanted to teach him a lesson. I'll take a lie detector test or anything else to prove that I wasn't going to kill him." The man had me scared now.

"Mr. Morrison, we aren't arresting you for anything—right now. We would like for you to stay in town for a couple days till we verify what you said. You realize that if you would have, as you called it, beat him up, you'd have been arrested for assault."

Glaring at me, he crossed his arms and waited for me to answer. 

"Yes, I know. But it would only have been a few months at most and I would have taught him to stay away from other men's wives."

I do think the policeman almost believed me; after all, I was telling the truth. They dropped me off at a cheap motel since I didn't have a vehicle. It was within walking distance from a super store where I bought a few items since I didn't even have a change of clothes.

First thing the next day I called Brent. He told me that the police had talked to everyone about my reactions at the reunion. Then he explained what happened after he got back from picking me up.

Cindy had called our house and talked to Amy, asking point blank if she slept with Mark. Amy admitted it and added she wasn't going to cover it up anymore and deeply regretted it. 

Apparently she apologized to Cindy many times, mentioning she was afraid she was going to lose me over it. Cindy had told Amy that she had enough of Mark's cheating and wasn't going to take it anymore.

"Brent, did Amy tell them I was coming to Iowa?"

"No, she wanted to protect you from getting in trouble, but she didn't want you to think she sided with them in any way. When the police called yesterday and told us that Mark was dead, Amy thought you did it and went crazy till the police told her that Cindy killed him.

"She still feels like it was partly her fault. If she wouldn't have been such an idiot, it might not have happened. She really misses you John. I don't want to be in the middle of this but there is something you should know." 

"What's that? She's sorry and will never do it again if I come home to her?" I was being a bit sarcastic, but with everything that happened, I was still angry.

Then he hit me with the big news. "No, John, she's a couple months pregnant. You're going to be a daddy."

"What? No, you're just saying that to get me back home."

"Get real, John. Wouldn't that be kind of a stupid thing to say? What if you came home and she wasn't pregnant? No, buddy, you're going to be a father whether you take Amy back or not. Just thought you should know." 

After I hung up I just sat there. I needed some time to let it all sink in, including that I was going to be a father.

I phoned my parents next. They told me Amy had called. She wanted to tell them herself what happened, even though it was hard for her to admit she had cheated. My parents thought of her as their daughter. They told me that Amy's actions saddened them but I should think twice about what I was going to do. 

Damn! Damn! Damn! I wasn't sure what to do. I had wanted to get even with Mark but he was dead. Plus I was out of a job and wouldn't have a driver's license for six months. 

One of my options before was to get a divorce. But then I discovered I was going to be a father. It would be so simple to just divorce her, get a job and pay child support. If only I didn't still love her. 

The police came by the next day and said I was free to go. When I asked about Cindy and her kids they only told me that her parents took custody of them since she was in jail. 

They said Cindy talked to them as if nothing happened. She explained that Mark had cheated for the last time and she saw to that. After she got a few e-mails from some classmates who attended the reunion, she called Amy.

Mark had been in the shower while she was talking to Amy. Hanging up the phone, she got the gun out of their nightstand, and then waited for him. She fired the shots without hesitation.

Relieved that I could go, I called a cab and stuffed the few things I had into a bag. A few minutes later I was on my way to the airport. Since I still wasn't ready to see Amy, I figured I would go to my parent's house instead. Once there, we had a long talk. First I admitted I lost my job because of the DUI. 

"Son, Ray Bullens called looking for you. He wants to see you," dad said.

He was my employer and since I still had my last check to pick up, I figured I'd see him the next day.

"You need to call Amy and talk to her, John," my mother said. 

"Mom, I know you and dad love her. But she cheated on me and I can't take that as lightly as you seem to want me to. Can't you see that?"

"John, she's going to have your child, and will need you by her side. She shouldn't have to go through pregnancy alone."

"First, she's going to have a child. Since we know she cheats, I'm not even positive it's mine. Second, she still has you to help her. You're like Mother Theresa; you'll forgive anything. I'm not made that way."

"Please call her and at least let her know you're here."

"Maybe tomorrow just to get you off my back, but don't expect me to play nice. I'm going to see a lawyer and find out my options. Right now I have no idea what I'm going to do."

The next day was a busy one for me. I stopped by to see my old boss Ray. He didn't take long to tell me what he thought about me losing my license over a woman.

"That was really stupid, John. But since you were in a private automobile and on private property, you get your license back in six months. Then you can drive the rigs again."

He was right about that part. If I had been driving a rig, it would have been all over for me.

"I can offer you a job on the loading dock in the warehouse. You won't need a license to drive tow motors and our other machinery. John, you won't make the same money as driving a rig but you will be able to make ends meet. If all goes well you could be back on the road in six months or so."

"Why are you doing this for me, Ray? I really do appreciate it but why are you doing this?

"You've been a great employee, and until now you had a clean driving record. You never miss work, making you very dependable, and I heard your old lady is pregnant so you'll need the insurance. I just want to give you a second chance," replied Ray.

"Thanks, Ray. I'll be here bright and early in the morning. And I promise I won't let you down."

I walked to a housing project near the truck depot. Though it wasn't the best place, it would suit my needs. It had a small bedroom, kitchenette, living room, and a bathroom with a tiny shower. The furniture didn't look the greatest, but it was something. Looking around what was to be my new home, I sighed. Next I went to see a lawyer and laid my cards on the table. 

"So tell me then. Are you going for a divorce?" he asked when I finished.

"I don't know. I believe I still love her but every day I have more doubts. I'd like to start proceedings and have papers ready if I decide to go through with it. She's pregnant right now but I need to know if it's mine. I wouldn't have had any doubts till she had cheated on me at the reunion." 

"Since you'll be working, I suggest you put money toward your household bills. In our state divorces are a fifty-fifty split, regardless of who's at fault. If you stay married, then you haven't lost anything."

The lawyer was so clinical. It was as though he didn't have any emotions. To me it was one of the biggest decisions of my life. To him it was another day at the office. When I got to my place, I called Amy.

"John, I'm sorry for what I did." 

"Amy, you cheated on me. You can't undo what you've done. I have an apartment where I'll be staying for a while. It's within walking distance of work. Ray is letting me work the warehouse till I get my license back. I don't know about us."

"I made a mistake— a big one—and I regret it every day. As you say, I can't take it back, but what can I do to show you I'm sorry?"

"Nothing. You cheated and you even lied to me about having sex with Mark before we got married. I can overlook what you did back then because we weren't married, but you lied to me about it. How can I ever trust you or believe you? For all I know you might have had other affairs and just didn't get caught."

"I didn't, I haven't been with anyone but you... and Mark," she said in a low voice.

"So you say, but why should I believe you? I want to but I don't know if I can. We both know you get horny when you drink. How do I know you didn't let someone take advantage of the situation? You weren't always with me when you drank, you know."

"Usually I was with you, or Beth was there, and she wouldn't lie to you. Brent and Beth took me home the few times you weren't with me. I'm trying to say I've been faithful to you. This is your baby I'm carrying; you have to believe that."

"No, I don't. If I'm going to support this child, then I'll make sure I'm the father first. Whether we stay married or not, I'll take care of my child—if it's mine."

"John, please..."

"No more talk, Amy. Once the baby is born, my lawyer will make sure they do the test. You'll get a couple of hundred dollars a week from me for now. If you need a little more, let me know. My insurance is still in effect and will take care of the medical expenses. 

"Don't go all stupid on me and start charging stuff and closing accounts like we read about. If you start any of that shit, I'll cut all ties with you right now. Don't call me. If you need something, call mom and dad and I'll get back to you. Goodbye, Amy," I said and hung up the phone.

****

Over the next few months I put all my time and energy into work, averaging twelve hours a day, six days a week. I wanted to prove to Ray that he made the right decision keeping me on. On Sundays I went over to my parents for dinner. They usually gave me an update on Amy. Sometimes I could tell they wanted to say something but tried to stay out of it.

On one of my days off I called Amy to say I was coming over with my friend Bill to get some of my personal items. She was shocked when I showed up with a police officer also. 

"John, that wasn't necessary. This is your house too. You could have stopped by and got whatever you wanted."

"My lawyer suggested this and I thought it might be best." 

I gathered my clothing and some DVD's. I picked up one of our wedding pictures, looked at it and set it back down. That was sure a better time, I thought. Bill took a couple boxes out to his truck for me as I gathered a few more personal things. Amy looked good although I was surprised how big her tummy was already. I could tell she had fixed herself up nice knowing I was coming over. 

I looked at her. "I'll call if I need anything else. Take care of yourself," I said as the officer and I left the house.

Amy and Beth still worked at different stores at the mall. There were times I'd just go to the mall, stay in the shadows and watch Amy. She had a way with customers and everyone seemed to like her. One day I saw her talking with Cliff Harrison. He was another pussy hound who went to our school. I really didn't know what was going on but I had to wonder if Cliff was trying to get a date with Amy.

She kept shaking her head but old Cliff didn't seem to be buying it. Maybe he thought if she put out for Mark she would put out for him. I wished I could figure out what he was up to since she was still my wife and we might end up back together.

I went to the store where Beth worked. "Hi, stranger," Beth said, smiling. "What brings you to the mall today?" 

"Just wandering through and needed to pick up a few things. So what's new with you?" I asked. 

"Same ole, same ole. Nothing much changes. Work, take care of the kids, argue with Brent and visit with Amy. Have you talked to her lately? She misses you."

"I talk to her once in a while. I just went by and saw Cliff Harrison in there. Kind of odd seeing it's a women's fashion store." 

Beth stared at me. "Cliff has been hitting on her ever since the reunion. Not every week but each time he comes in the mall. He's been divorced twice already. Beth keeps telling him she's not interested and that she's pregnant but he doesn't care. He doesn't bother her outside the mall but I know it bugs her."

"Thanks Beth, you're a good friend. I appreciate all you do for Amy and me."

"John, we've never talked since the incident. I'm sorry that Amy was so stupid. You're one of the nicest men I know and you deserved much better. I know she's my best friend but I just wanted you to know I'm your friend too. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, I'm a good listener. So, anyway, you take care." She smiled and I headed out of the mall.

I figured Cliff and I had to have a talk. When I saw him walking to his truck, I stopped him before he could get in.

"Cliff, long time no see. I noticed you sniffing around my wife. If I ever see you bother her again, you and I are going to have it out."

"I'm not afraid of you John, never have been. You're separated, and that makes her available. I think it's her choice who she goes out with."

"We're still married, asshole, and she's carrying my kid. The next time I see you near her, I'll beat the shit out of you. I don't care if you're afraid of me or not. Makes no difference to me; you see her again and your ass is mine."

He got in his truck, started it and rolled the window down a little. "Who says it's your kid?" He laughed as he pulled out.

I didn't have time to react but it pissed me off. He was in a vehicle and I was on foot. Again I had doubts. Damn her for what she did to our marriage.

It was about a week later that I was back in the mall. As I walked by the store Amy worked in I saw Cliff hanging round again. I wanted to just go in there and knock him on his ass but I didn't need to get in trouble. I walked down the mall and talked to Beth. I hadn't seen Brent around much and was wondering why.

"Hi, John, what brings you to the mall? Checking up on Amy or do you miss me?" 

She smiled when she saw me. Other than Amy, Beth was the only woman I was close friends with. The first time I saw her with Brent was when he got into a fight over her. I thought of hitting on her when Amy was playing both Mark and me, but she was Brent's girl so I stayed away. To be honest, I had thoughts about her before. But I stayed true to Amy, unlike she had to me. Still I had always thought Brent was a lucky guy.

"Both I guess. I see Cliff still goes by her."

"It's not her fault. He always says he's shopping even though he never buys anything. I'm sure it irritates Amy."

"Beth, I rarely see Brent anymore. Ever since I returned from Iowa he seems to be distant toward me."

"Maybe he knows you're going through a lot and he isn't sure how to deal with it. He goes with the kids and me to see Amy once in a while. I hate to say this but maybe he's kind of picking sides in case you two don't get back together."

"Damn, never thought about that. I know this is hard on Amy and me but I never thought about how it affects everyone else. You'll still be my friend, won't you?" I asked and smiled at her.

"I'll always be your friend John, regardless what happens. It might piss Amy off, but she would just have to deal with it. Besides, who's to say you two won't be getting back together."

After giving Beth a hug, I left. Walking out of the mall I saw Cliff standing by his truck. He didn't see me coming.

"I told you to stay the fuck away from Amy, you slime bucket."

"Hey man, like I told you before, you're not with her now and that makes her free game. Besides, she said she would have dinner with me tonight. I'm waiting for her to get off work." Then he laughed at me—big mistake.

I hit him hard in the stomach and gave him an elbow to the side of the face when he bent over. He went down after I planted my knee in his gonads. 

"You mother fucker! She's still married to me, and the next time I see you bothering her I won't take it so easy on you."




Reunion Ch. 02



The total fight lasted less than half a minute. Basically I hit Cliff and he went to the ground. A couple people went toward his truck as I walked away. Then I stood back to see if Amy came out, but I never saw her.

Mall security patrol stopped and talked to Cliff, but he just got into his truck and drove away. I figured he was too embarrassed to say anything. The next day I got a call from Amy, even though she knew better. 

"John, was it you who beat up Cliff Harrison in the mall parking lot yesterday?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Beth said she saw you at the mall yesterday. Why didn't you stop in and see me?"

"You were busy talking to your friend Cliff, so I went to say hi to Beth. So what happened to him? Not that he deserved whatever it was." Amy didn't even seem to catch my sarcasm.

"He comes in and bothers me. I told my supervisor but she said he is a customer and unless he says something off-color there isn't much she can do about it."

"I heard he wanted to take you to dinner."

"What, surely Beth didn't tell you that. John, I don't like Cliff and I'm happy to know that someone knocked him on his ass. I was just wondering if it was you."

I didn't know whether to believe Amy. That's the problem with someone lying. You never know if you're hearing the truth from them after that. I decided to say it wasn't me. Cliff would be the only one who could tell her the truth and if she found out, then I would know she talked to him again.

"Sorry, it wasn't me. Maybe he hit on someone else's wife. I have to go now. Talk to you later." I hung up the phone, hopefully leaving Amy wondering what really happened.

Life went on and I had my divorce papers ready if I ever wanted them served. I checked our credit cards and savings account but Amy wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary. I missed her until I thought of the cheating and then about Cliff, and I always ended up pissed off. To the best of my knowledge, Cliff never bothered her again either. I guess she had been telling me the truth. 

One afternoon my mom called me at work, which was really unusual. 

"John, you need to come to the hospital. Amy passed out. They're running all sorts of tests on her."

"I'll catch a cab and be right there." 

Amy wasn't even eight months along, but doing fine so far. I was worried sick. Mom and dad were in the waiting room when I got there.

"What happened? What's going on Mom?"

"Amy passed out at work. So far the doctors believe it's because of all the stress she's been under." 

"What about the baby? Is he all right?" An earlier sonogram showed she was having a boy.

"The doctor said he would be talking to us after he sees some of the test results," said dad.

About fifteen minutes later the doctor came over to us.

"John, your wife is in dangerous territory. She'll have trouble carrying the baby full-term if her stress level doesn't come down. We talked about delivering the baby, but at this point his chances aren't the best. Every week she can hang on will up the odds.

"If her stress level stays high, it could kill her. Her best way to make it through this pregnancy is with complete bed rest. If she doesn't get proper care, she may have a miscarriage or even die herself. John, this is very serious stuff I'm talking here." 

After the doctor left, I talked with my parents. There was no question his words hit me hard. What Amy did to us made me hate her, yet I still loved her. And she was carrying my baby. At least I hoped it was. Tests later would tell me one way or the other for sure. When they had Amy settled in a room, we went in to see her. She looked so tired that I felt sorry for her.

"Amy, after talking to the doctor, we discussed it and mom will stay with you while I'm at work. When I'm done, I'll take care of you the rest of the night."

"Does that mean you're moving back home?" she asked, a small smile crossing her face.

"I am for now, but I'll stay in the guest room and make sure you're taken care of. I may not be the best nurse but I'll do my best. The main thing is that you need to rest and take it easy."

I knew it was going to be hard for me but I wanted to do what was best for Amy and the baby. If I had to swallow my pride for a while, then so be it. Dad and I brought her home from the hospital the next day. Mom was already there putting fresh sheets on the bed and cleaning the house. 

Amy changed into a nightgown, which would be her choice of clothing for the next month or so. We had a small TV that I moved into her room since I figured she would be watching it a lot. Mom made a simple dinner for everyone, and Amy went to bed early. Lying in the spare bedroom that night, I thought about how odd it felt to be back in my own home. It was a long time before I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I headed off to work. Without my license, I had to take the bus or taxi. Mom spent the day with Amy, and by the time I got home, she had a full meal ready and waiting. She never joined us though, since she wanted to get home to dad. 

Amy had a bedside table in her room where I set her meals. After checking with her doctor, I put a recliner in there too. She sat there when she got sick of her bed. It also gave me a place to sit when I had meals with her. 

From the beginning I told her I didn't want to talk about the baby. She couldn't understand it and kept pointing out he was my son. I didn't budge though. Other than that, we actually got along fairly well. Beth would stop by at least every other day to visit. Sometimes Brent would be with her but he never said much. I figured he was still waiting to see if we stayed together and just didn't want to pick sides.

Amy was always talking nice to me. One evening she was telling me she had aches and pains and asked if I could give her a massage. I told her I wouldn't do anything sexual with her but she told me a simple rub was all she wanted. I got out a battery operated massage glove that we used during better times. She couldn't lie on her stomach but turned onto her side as I ran the glove up and down her back.

"John, that feels so good."

I just kept working it over her back, because it felt good to me too. It was my way of being close to her. A couple of times I ran it over her butt; she didn't say anything but she laughed.

Moving onto her back, I massaged her tummy too. She kept making little moaning sounds that told me how much she liked it. Reaching to just above the top of her breasts, I made sure to stay away from her nipples. Going to just below her belly button, I told her no farther. It was easy to tell she wanted more. Plus I remembered it was one of the things we used to love doing to each other.

I gave her a massage most every night. I think it was for my benefit as much as hers. Eventually I made the mistake of running the glove over her nipples. But she just stared at me and smiled. A few times I went over her mound and laid the massage glove on her pussy till she came. Watching the lust in her eyes was a real turn on even though I wasn't doing more with her. Those nights I left the room in a hurry, hoping she didn't see how it affected me.

I decided it was time to get the baby's room ready. Amy told me what she wanted and I did the painting, even adding wallpaper borders. At times when Beth was there she gave me a hand. It was funny but I think Beth and I became even closer then.

It felt as if she was the only one who understood what I was going through. It wasn't easy on me but I was able to talk to her. Beth and Amy made a list of things to get before the baby came. When I offered to get them, Beth went along to help me get the right stuff. Brent seemed even more distant to me now. When he stopped by, the four of us talked but he didn't act like my best bud anymore. But I just didn't have time to deal with the problem then. 

Amy and I talked about naming the baby. She wanted to name him Matthew after her late father and I had no problem with that. She picked John as his middle name after me. When I told her we should wait for the DNA test, she got pissed off at me.

Did you ever have the feeling that something wasn't right, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it? That's the way I felt about the baby. I was sorry it made Amy cry, but I couldn't help thinking the way I did.

My suspension was about to run out so I talked to my boss again. He told me I could resume driving a truck again the following month if I wanted to. A week after getting my license back I got a call from mom. They were taking Amy to the hospital; her water broke. Since I was at work, I told Ray and left. As soon as I got there, my dad told me the doctor said it would be a couple of hours. 

We all went into a birthing room where we could be together till it was almost time to deliver. I could tell Amy was in pain when she yelled out, but there wasn't a lot I could do. When she asked me to hold her hand, I took it right away. The doctor asked me if I wanted to stay for the delivery, and even though I didn't want to, I said I would. 

My parents left the room when the delivery team came in. My mind was thinking about every possible scenario while they checked Amy. All of a sudden I was hoping he would be my child. Maybe holding Amy's hand, wondering about our future, softened me up. 

Next thing I knew, Amy screamed out and the doctor had a baby boy in his hands. He looked a mess, but I really hadn't known what to expect either.

"Well, Amy and John, you have a perfect baby boy," the doctor said as he showed me how to cut the cord.

Then he handed the baby to the nurse who cleaned the little guy up a bit, wrapped him in a blue blanket and handed him to me. I had to sit down, I was so afraid of dropping him. After they finished with Amy, she sat up and I put the baby in her arms.

For the next few minutes everything seemed right with the world. Amy smiled and kissed the baby before handing him over to a nurse. She took him over to measure him and whatever else it was they did to new babies. I went out and told mom and dad when they could go back in. Beth and Brent were there and went in too. 

Before I went home that evening, I asked to speak to the doctor privately. I told him I wanted a DNA test done on the baby and me. He didn't seem happy about it but agreed to get it done as soon as possible. 

Mom and dad were happy as could be with their only grandchild. Even if Amy and I didn't stayed married I knew they would want the baby in their life.

I went ahead and worked the next day since I didn't want to be home alone wondering about the DNA results. After work I went to sit with Amy and the baby. My parents and Beth had all stopped by during the day.

The following day I brought Amy and the baby home. While I was there the doctor told me he wouldn't have my results for a couple days. When we got home, Amy moved the cradle next to her bed. She said she wanted the baby near her for a while. 

It was easy to see Amy knew what she was doing as a mother. She said she wasn't worried because she helped Beth with her two kids since the day they were born. I held him for a little bit but I honestly didn't want to find myself attached to him before I received the results. Since I never told Amy that I had the tests done, I wondered if she thought I changed my mind or was going to do it later.

One Saturday a couple weeks later she asked Beth and Brent over to play cards. Beth told her that their kids were spending the night at her parents' house because they were taking them to the zoo the next day.

While the four of us were playing cards there was a knock at the door. I got up and answered it. It was a special delivery envelope. After I signed for it and looked at the writing on it, I knew it was the test results.

"What is it?" Amy asked.

"It's the DNA results for Matthew and me. I asked to have the test done right after his delivery."

Amy looked shocked. "I can't believe you really did it. I told you I have never been with another man, other than ..." 

She didn't want to say a name. We all knew who she meant.

"Well then, do you want to do the honor of opening it, seeing you're so sure?" 

I was trying to act cool but my insides were a mess. Beth and Brent just sat there not saying a word.

"Give me the damn thing and I'll prove to you once and for all you're Mathew's father," she replied, grabbing the envelope.

*

Chapter 3 out very soon

Thank You for reading my story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



Reunion Ch. 03



When Trudy's eyes drifted open, the sun was beginning to set outside her window. She momentarily forgot about what had happened before and thought she had one hell of a dream. She tried to get up before she realized there was an arm draped around her waist and she was naked. She turned her head to the side and saw Jay lying there, sleeping peacefully.

"Oh right, it wasn't a dream." She told herself softly. She suddenly felt a little self conscious about just lying there naked as a jailbird with a guy who was equally naked. She slowly sat up and reached for the thin blanket at the foot of the bed. She lifted it up and draped it over herself and Jay before she cuddled up against him as she lay back down. The movement jarred Jay into consciousness and he looked over to Trudy.

"Hey." He said his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." She said. Jay shook his head.

"Nah, its fine." He said. He leaned down and kissed her gently. After he pulled back, Trudy was smiling softly up at him. "What?" He asked.

"Nothing." She said. She sighed as she turned onto her back. "I just thought...I don't know, you'd like get up and leave or something as soon as you woke up."

"Do you want me to leave?" Jay asked.

"No, god no. I just.." She shrugged. "Forget it." She said. Jay turned onto his stomach with his arms on either side of her. He placed his chin on her sheet covered stomach. He looked up at her.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Trudy looked down at him. She gently stroked his face.

"Mmhmm." She said softly. "It's nothing, I just didn't think you'd want to stick around." Jay sighed.

"Why wouldn't I want to stick around?" He asked.

"I don't know," Trudy shrugged. "Maybe you regret what happened or-"

"Hey." Jay said, cutting her off. He shifted so that his face was over hers. "I don't regret anything." He kissed her forehead gently. He settled next to her again staring at her as her eyes were towards the ceiling.

"I'm just having a little difficulty believing this is real. You know? It just seems so.."

"Hey, that's how I felt when you were on top of me and-" He said, referring to when she was sliding over him and whispering in her ear. Trudy gave a nervous giggle.

"Yeah I'm having trouble believing that was actually me.." She said. Jay kissed her cheek.

"It was incredibly hot." He said. Trudy laughed. She looked at him.

"I'm just saying...It's kind of weird."

"How so?" Jay asked, lifting his head and supporting it on one of Trudy's pillows.

"Well," she said, stretching out the word. "Last year when I had that huge crush on you...I kind of fantasized about you know...Sleeping with you." She said. "Sorry, that was just so incredibly stupid, I shouldn't have-" She was cut off by Jay silencing her with a soft kiss.

"So, how frequent were these fantasies?" He asked with a smirk. Trudy rolled her eyes and hit his chest.

"You are not privileged to that information." Trudy said. Jay laughed. 

"Ah, come on. Give me a ball park figure. I mean, we did just engage in mind blowing sex, so I think I have a right to know." He said. Trudy rolled her eyes yet again.

"Careful, Jay, if you boost your ego any more you'll have trouble fitting your head out the door." She said. Jay laughed. "Mind blowing?" Trudy finally asked.

"Would you prefer earth shattering?" Jay asked. Trudy laughed. 

"No, 'mind blowing' is fine, I guess." She said. She turned to her side a bit, making her legs rub together. She felt something sticky between her legs and frowned. 

"What?"

"The condom didn't...break or anything...did it?" She asked. Jay shook his head.

"No, why?" He asked. Trudy's frown deepened. She lifted the bed sheet and looked down. She nearly gasped at what she saw. 

"What's wrong?" Jay asked. Trudy's head snapped back up quickly.

"Nothing!" She blurted out quickly. Jay narrowed his eyes, suspicious that something was up.

"Trudy."

"Uh, hey, you know what, I'm going to go take a shower, so, uh...Yeah." She said. She slid out of bed, pulling the bed sheet with her, wrapping it around her body as she quickly shuffled out of the room and into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind her, leaving Jay laying there. He looked down and saw a little bit of blood on the bed. He sighed, understanding what was going on. He pulled on his swim drunks and walked to the bathroom door. He knocked on the door. 

"Trudy." He called out.

"I'll be out in a little bit, don't worry." Trudy replied. 

"Trudy, you don't need to freak out. It happens to a lot of girls their first time." He said. The door slowly opened as Trudy poked her head out.

"Exactly how many girls have you alleviated of their virginity?" Trudy asked, giving him a look that said 'careful how you answer that.'

"No...Not that I know from experience...It's just...I've read about it..." Jay shrugged. "It's not a big deal."

"It's disgusting." Trudy said. "I mean-"

"It's not a big deal." Jay repeated. Trudy sighed. 

"I'm taking a shower anyway, it's gross." 

"All right. Well, I'm going to go over to Beth's apartment to get my stuff." He smiled. "I have no intention of sleeping on her couch again." He kissed her softly. Trudy felt suddenly giddy at the idea of Jay wanting to stay with her. 

"Well, my keys are on my desk, you can use them to get back in since I'll probably still be in the shower when you get back." She said. Jay nodded. He went to her room and got the keys. He left the apartment as Trudy got in the shower. Jay couldn't help smile as he walked down the sidewalk. He felt good. Better then good. It wasn't his first time, of course, he had slept with Claire when they were together-although it wasn't her first time when they did-Jay felt a little bit of pride at knowing he was Trudy's first, and the fact that she had thought about being with him before did help with even more of an ego inflation. Trudy was pure, untouched, and he did feel a little good about the fact that he was allowed to go places with her she hadn't gone before. It was like she had been saving herself for him and only him. Jay walked up to Beth's apartment and knocked on the door, hoping someone was home. After a few minutes, Beth opened the door. She gave him a friendly smile as she let him in. Dylan was sitting in the living room and looked up when Jay walked in.

"Hey man, where'd you and Trudy go?" Dylan asked. His answer came when he saw the lovesick smile on Jay's face. "Ohhhhhhhh..." Dylan said knowingly. 

"'Just friends' my ass." Beth chuckled. Jay rolled his eyes and found his small duffle bag sitting by the couch. He picked it up and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to head back over to Trudy's. I'll see you tomorrow, all right?" Jay said to Dylan. "Stop by whenever you're ready to head back home." Dylan nodded and Jay left. He made his way back to Trudy's apartment and walked in using her keys. He set his duffle bag inside Trudy's room before walking to the bathroom door. He could hear the shower running on the other side as a smile crept on his face. He slowly opened the door, careful not to make a sound as he crept into the bathroom. He pulled off his shirt and took off his swim trunks. He pulled the shower curtain to the side in the back and slowly crept into the tub. Trudy's back was facing him and she was oblivious to his presence. He saw the white puff sponge sitting on the corner of the tub next to her body wash. He picked up the sponge and the body wash and squirted a bit of the soap on the sponge. He worked it into lather before gently placing the sponge against her back. Trudy gasped and jumped, her head shooting to the side to see Jay standing there. 

"Oh my god, you scared the crap out of me." She said. Jay smiled softly.

"Sorry." He said. "Thought you could use some help with your back." He said as he glided the sponge up to her shoulder blade then down to the small of her back, leaving a trail of soap in the sponge's wake. He got a bit closer to her and swept her wet hair to the side and soaped up her shoulders. His hands came forward and gently lathered her breasts.

"I could've done that myself." Trudy teased. 

"I don't mind." He replied. Trudy gave a small laugh.

"I bet you don't." She said. She leaned back against him, her arm going around behind his neck as he worked on soaping up her breasts with one hand and the other went around her waist. The sponge fell out of his hand and he gently caressed her breasts with his bare hands. Trudy moaned as her previously soft nipples became hard under his touch. His other hand traveled downward where it located her wet curls. His index finger slowly inched inside her but was stopped when Trudy placed a hand on his. "I'm still recovering from earlier." She said softly. Jay removed his finger from her. 

Trudy stepped under the stream of water and rinsed herself off. She turned around and pulled Jay towards her. His arms wrapped around her waist as the water cascaded on them. Trudy looked up at Jay and gave a mischievous smile. Jay wasn't sure what she was up to, but received his answer when one of her hands reached down and delicately wrapped around the base of his penis. Trudy wasn't experienced in this area, but she had heard stories and tips about it from friends. Trudy tightened her grip on the shaft slightly as she slowly moved her hand up, resulting in a moan from Jay. Trudy figured whatever it was she was doing was good and continued, picking up the pace as her hand pumped his member. Jay's eyes drifted shut as he continued to moan. After a while, Trudy released him. Jay's eyes opened in surprise and wonder at why she stopped. He saw her turn around and shut off the water. Jay figured they were done and went to leave the tub. Trudy grabbed his hand and pulled him back.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked. Jay shot her a confused look.

"You shut off the water, so I figured..." He said, his voice trailing off. Trudy smiled. She kissed his lips.

"Just didn't want water going in my nose or anything while I was busy." She whispered against his lips.

"Busy?" He asked. Trudy slowly knelt down before him. Her hand grabbed his member and gently lifted it up. Jay watched her intently as she guided it to her mouth. Jay saw stars when he felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelope him. Her mouth slid up and down his shaft in a curious and timid manner. Jay could tell this was her first time doing this, but she seemed to be doing just fine. Jay's knees trembled slightly as he fell back against the wall as Trudy sucked him harder. Jay moans grew in volume. Trudy's mouth slid off his penis and her hand pumped him. She leaned in and gently flicked her tongue against the tip, teasing him. 

"Ah, fuck..." Jay moaned. He bucked his hips, wanting to be inside her warm mouth again. Trudy ran her tongue around the tip as if she was licking the sides of an ice cream cone. She then leaned in and captured him in her mouth which made Jay let out a joyous sigh. He gently placed his hand on the back of her head while it bobbed in and out as she resumed sucking him. Jay's fingers were tangled in with her wet locks as he gently stroked her hair, urging her to keep going. Trudy sucked him into her deeper, the tip of his penis touching the soft pallet of the back of her mouth. Jay's hand tightened around her hair reflexively as he felt himself on the verge of climaxing. It caused slight discomfort to Trudy but she didn't seem to mind. "Tru...Trudy...Aw shit!" Jay exclaimed as he came. Trudy continued sucking as spurts of cum squirted into her mouth. She took her mouth off of him and pumped him with her hand, his ejaculation landing on the bottom of the tub. Once he finished, Trudy let go of his now flaccid member. Jay panted as he slid to the floor. "Wow." Was all he could manage to say. Trudy giggled. She leaned in and kissed him softly. 

She reached over and turned the shower back on as she and Jay rinsed off. After a while, they turned off the water. Jay got out of the tub first, patting himself dry with one of Trudy's towels before wrapping it around his waist. Trudy reached for her large purple bathrobe and put it on as she stepped out of the tub. Before she had a chance to tie the purple belt, Jay slid his arms around her and pulled her close, her bare breast smushed against his bare chest. Jay kissed her neck. 

"That was amazing." He whispered in her ear. Trudy smiled and put her arms around his neck. 

"Well, you did it to me earlier, just thought I'd return the favor." She grinned. He went to slide her robe off but Trudy stopped him. "Hang on." She said. "How about we take a break from the naked endeavors?" She suggested. 

"I don't know if I can." He admitted with a smile. Trudy blushed before stepping away from him and closing her robe.

"I'd figured you'd need a moment to rest or something." Trudy said. Jay smirked.

"What can I say? I'm not lacking in the stamina department." Trudy laughed.

"Whatever, put some clothes on, stamina boy." She said as she opened the bathroom door and pushed him out of the bathroom with a laugh. 



Reunion Ch. 03



I waited until the month before the reunion before I officially agreed to bring the band to the reunion. Evidently Alexis had told the group she had failed and their letters were getting a bit more desperate. The last letter I got from Jennifer hinted that there might be some additional benefits if I brought the band. 

Laura was the only one who didn't write any more letters. 

We arrived in town on a Friday morning and there was a policeman there to meet us. The policeman was a heavyset man with a somewhat familiar face and a wrinkled uniform that was stained with a part of his breakfast. He stood by the door of the town's only hotel as I parked our rental van. 

"It's the local fuzz," Kyle said. 

"I wonder if he's got one bullet like that Gomer Pyle guy," Willie said. 

"It wasn't Gomer who had the bullet, dipstick," Elmo said. "That was Barney."

The policeman walked up to me and gave me his most intimidating look. "So you came back, Bobby. I thought you'd never come back here again." 

I recognized him them. He had been a senior when I was a junior and a big time halfback who had a chance at the NFL until he blew out his knee. 

"Hello Matt," I said. "How's Alex?"

"Her name is Alexis," he said, "and my wife is fine."

Willie started to say something that sounded like "she sure is" and Kyle kicked him. Matt looked suspicious for a moment and then hooked his heavy hands in his belt. "I know what you people are like," he said. 

"We people," I said. "You mean musicians?"

"Yes. I know about the drugs and the fast women and the parties. I just want you to know there'll be none of that while you're here. I catch you stepping out line and I'll lock you up. I don't care if you are rich and famous."

He stood there glaring at me for a few moments while I tried to think of some response but then a dark red Ford convertible turned into the parking lot and came to a sliding stop just inches away from us. A slender, long legged blonde got out slowly, and tossed her head like she was a model posing for a photographer. 

Jennifer hadn't changed. If anything, she had gotten more willowy and beautiful with the years. She wore just a trace of makeup but she didn't need it. She wore a pair of stylish looking jeans, black boots, and a black t-shirt that emphasized the perky thrust of nicely shaped breasts. 

"Oh, it's so good to see you, Bobby," she gushed, and gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was as immaculate and sugary looking as a department store Barbie doll but I remembered this was the woman who had gotten Alexis drunk and left her at the mercy of a bunch of horny men. 

I introduced her to the band and she got into her take charge mode, showing us all where we would be staying and apologizing for the smallness of the rooms. "I know you Hollywood types are used to more luxurious places but we're just a small town." 

"Ahhh shucks, Mam, "Kyle said, grinning broadly, "we're all just small town boys." 

It was a lie, except for me. Kyle was the son of an actor and the grandson of one of the richest movie producers in Hollywood. He had grown up rich. Jennifer tried to smile but she wasn't sure how to take him. I had been with him for a couple of years and sometimes I didn't know when he was kidding. 

Jennifer got us all settled and then asked me if I wanted to take a tour around town, just to see how things had changed. I didn't expect anything had changed and I wondered what Jennifer really wanted. I saw Kyle roll his eyes as I got into the car with the spectacular looking blond. 

She gave me the ten cent tour and I was right. Nothing had changed. I was a little surprised when she turned the car onto a gravel road and ended up beneath some trees by the lake. It was the favourite parking spot of the teenagers. 

"What are we doing at passion point?" I asked her. 

She looked a little uncomfortable at my words but she forced a smile. She reached into the back seat and brought up a shiny black briefcase. When she opened it, I inwardly groaned because it was filled with music sheets. 

"I wanted to get you alone so I could talk to you about my music," Jennifer gushed. "You know I've always been a singer and song writer. I thought you could look at my music and maybe....I don't know...audition me for your band."

There was a note of desperation in her voice. I remembered how it had been to grow up in a small town, especially one like Dawson, which had only existed, because of the textile mills and now the mills were closing. It was a dying town and that only added to the feeling of desperation. 

"Your husband works in the mills, doesn't he?" I asked. "What would he think about you travelling on the road with a bunch of rowdy musicians?"

"He doesn't matter," Jennifer said, shaking her blond head. 

I might have felt sorry for her up until then. I knew her husband. He had been one of the nicer jocks, a big, cheery offensive lineman who probably still worshiped the ground Jennifer walked on, and she was dismissing him as if he didn't matter. The same way she had dismissed Alexis. 

"Maybe we could use a female vocalist," I said, teasing her. "I was thinking of asking Alexis."

Jennifer looked shocked. "Her? Why on earth would you ask her? She's nothing but a....but a...." 

"A what...?" I asked innocently. 

Jennifer shook her head. "It doesn't matter. But I can sing. I honestly can. You'd like my voice."

I pretended to be thinking about it. After a moment, I shook my head. "Nah. I can't see you in the role of female vocalist. Not in our band. I'm thinking somebody who doesn't mind flaunting a little. You're too much the ice queen." 

"What do you mean?"

"If the band had a female vocalist," I explained, "she'd have to wear sexy clothes. She'd have to look younger. And she'd have to be travelling on a bus with a group of guys so she'd have to be willing to compromise at times."

"Compromise?" Jennifer asked in a little girl voice. 

"I think you know what I mean. Why don't you take me back now?"

Jennifer was trembling. She had her hands on the steering wheel. She didn't take them off to start the car. I saw a tear at the corner of her eye but I hardened my heart. I didn't want to feel sorry for her. I thought of the cruel way she had treated Alex and the way she had casually dismissed her husband. She was a good looking woman and I wasn't going to fall into the trap of feeling sympathy for her. 

"I can compromise," she said, after a moment. 

"I don't think so," I said. 

"I can, "she said. "I promise I can. Just give me a chance."

"Maybe I cold give you a chance," I said coldly. "Maybe tonight you could come by the motel. Dress in something sexy. I'll let you sing and dance for the band." 

She was breathing a little fast. "Okay," she said. 

"But now you have to do something for me. One good turns deserves another." 

I took her hand off the steering wheel and I pressed it against my thigh. She drew her hand away as if she'd been burned. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Surely you can't mean? I'm not that kind of girl. I'm not Alexis."

"More than you know, honey," I said. "Let's forget the whole thing. Take me back."

She had her choice. She knew what the price was and she could have driven me back to the motel. Instead she tried to get me to change my mind. No amount of talk was going to do that. I was getting a little more upset and angrier at her by the moment. She had brought me out to Passion Pit and she knew what she was doing. She was teasing me with the promise of what might happen if she got what she wanted, on her terms. But I had no intention of dealing on her terms. Not now. Not ever. 

"Just take me back to the motel, bitch," I said curtly. 

I doubt if anyone had ever called her bitch in her entire life. It seemed to collapse her form the inside. There were tears in her eyes but they were tears of frustration and anger at not getting her way. She was the Barbie doll that men fell over themselves performing for. Men did not call her names or treat her so shabbily. 

"Please," she whispered. "Don't....I'll do...what you want." 

She reached over and put her hand on my thigh and I moved it away. "I don't have time for this," I said. "Take me back."

"No, please, I said I would," she said. 

This time she put her hand between my legs and I sat back in the seat. I grinned at her. "Okay, let's see what you've got. Remember. I'm making no promises. Later, you have to audition for the entire band.

Her hand went to my zipper and she pulled it down. Her hand felt very small inside my trousers and her fingers very long and strong as she found my stiff cock in my shorts. She let it out and then she looked around to make sure we were really alone before she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth. 

Her mouth was wet glove but she wasn't as practiced as Alex in the art of sucking cock. I had to put my hands in her hair and direct her in the way it felt good to me. While she sucked, I told her how it was going to be, how she was going to have to be nice to the entire band if she really wanted to travel on the road with us. I thought she would balk and she tensed up a little, but she kept sucking. This little small town housewife was desperate to get away. 

I sat back and relaxed and let her suck me for a while. I liked the look of her blond head bobbing up and down. When she tasted my pre-cum, she forced her head up and looked at me with a pitiful expression. "I don't swallow," she protested. 

"Then you don't get an audition," I said, and her head went back and I let go. I had a lot, and it was probably just the thought of coming in Jennifer's mouth, another hot fantasy from my boyhood. She gagged and tried to raise her head but then she thought better of it and she started to swallow. She choked a little and some of it dripped out of her lips, but she managed to swallow most of it.

I think she thought a little less of herself when she lifted her head. I know she didn't look as proud. She made a disgusted face as she swallowed again. 

"You'd better get used to the taste," I said. "When Kyle unloads in your mouth, you're going to be swallowing for a week."

"Oh God," she said, "don't make me do this. I'll do you. Anytime you want. But not the rest." 

"Sorry, honey," I said. "Those are the rules."

I honestly didn't think Jennifer would show up that night. I told the rest of the band about her as we ate supper and they whooped and hollered as they thought about the statuesque blond servicing them, but deep down I didn't think it was going to happen. 

But at seven o'clock there was a timid knock on my door and I opened it to find Jennifer standing there. She was hot. She wore a single piece mini-dress that barely reached mid-thigh and she had some very long legs. She wore red high heels and stockings. Her hair was piled on her head and she wore single strand of pearls around her neck and very red lipstick. 

I got a hard on just looking at her. 

"Couldn't I just audition for you?" she asked desperately. "Please, Bobby."

"No," I said. "We're like the musketeers. You do one, you do all."

She closed her eyes and I could tell she was full of conflicting emotions. 

"Come in or go home," I said. "Make up your mind."

She stepped in and then waited while I called the rest of the guys. It didn't take them long to get there. Willie was the last. I introduced them all and Jennifer shook like their hands like she was meeting the royal court instead of meeting the guys who were soon going to be abusing her in every way possible. 

"So let's see what you got," Kyle said, with a cheerful grin. 

She started to get out her music and Kyle said, "Oh come on, babe. You do the audition first. Then you sing for us. 

Kyle reached over and put his hand possessively on her ass and she jumped away from. Willie reached up from the bed and stroked her tit and she jumped again. Hands stroked her and she moved out of reach. She had a look like a deer in the headlights and I thought she was going to head for the door. Instead she remained motionless as Kyle caressed ass again. 

"Yeah, baby," he said. "It won't be so bad. Now get down on your knees."

Jennifer had her eyes closed. "Oh God," she wailed, but she went down on her knees in front of Kyle. He unzipped himself and pressed his half hard cock against her lips. She didn't open her eyes but she opened her mouth and his cock slid across her wet pink tongue. 

Kyle grabbed her head and began moving his hips and his cock grew inside her lips. His prick started glistening with her spit. He kept her on her knees for a few moments until his prick was rigid and then he lifted her to her feet again. The mini skirt she wore unzipped from behind and Willie unzipped it. Jennifer was making little sounds in her throat and the dress fell to the floor. She wore a black bra and a black thong. The bra came off easily but they had a little trouble with the thong. Finally, Danny took it in his hand and ripped it off. 

They pushed her down on the bed and Kyle took her head and Danny stood behind her. This time her eyes did open wide as Danny took her from behind and Kyle slid his cock back into her mouth again. Willie took one of her hands and pressed it against his rigid flesh. Her fingers tightened around him. He kept his hand over hers and moved her fingers in the up and down motion he wanted. 

There was another knock on the door and I went to open it. I had e-mailed Alex earlier and she wasn't sure if she could get away but she stood in the doorway with a sudden surprised expression as she saw what was happening on the bed. 

"Join the party," I said, and Alexis stepped into the room.

I was glad she was here. I wanted her to see this. I sat in the room's only chair and pulled her down in lap. 

"Jennifer is auditioning," I told her. 

"I never would have believed it," Alex said. 

Jennifer heard her voice and looked over in alarm and hesitated a moment but there was really nothing she could do. Kyle pulled her head around to make her focus on her job of sucking his cock. Danny let out a moan and he slammed into Jennifer as hard as possible and I knew he was filling her up. As soon as he was finished, he stepped back and Elmo stepped in to take his place. 

Elmo started spanking her ass while he fucked her, sharp little claps that sounded like gunshots in the tiny room. He began fucking her faster, piston like movements that made her tits shake every time he rammed into her. 

Kyle took his wet, leaking cock out of her mouth and Willie quickly put his cock where Kyle's had been. Kyle was smiling. I knew what he was planning as I'd seen him do it before. I think Alexis realized it too because her ass was squirming on me and my cock was getting hard. She reached beneath us and freed my cock and slipped her skirt up to her waist. She had come prepared. She wasn't wearing panties. She moved up and down, sinking herself onto my stiff rock. Her eyes never left Jennifer.

Elmo yelled and slammed into one last time and then stopped moving as he drained his balls into Jennifer's now very sloppy pussy. He stepped out of the way and Kyle was there. He had greased his cock and he pressed it against her tiny anal opening. Jennifer went crazy, trying to escape but Willie grabbed her head and kept her lips firmly on his cock and warned her not to bite or he'd choke her and Kyle had her hips. 

Jennifer was making pleading noises but Kyle had no mercy. He was slowly pressing into her. Jennifer stopped moving. Willie started fucking her mouth and then Kyle was all the way into her, his balls resting against her. 

"Nice tight fucking ass, baby," Kyle said. "I think I've gone where no man's gone before."

"Like fucking Star Wars," Willie moaned. 

"Star Trek, you dipstick," Elmo said.

Watching Kyle fuck Jennifer's ass was turning Alexis on and she was riding my cock like a crazy woman. I grabbed both her tits through her clothing but I could already feel the heat and I knew there wasn't time to feel her naked tits. 

Willie was nearly there but he didn't come in her mouth. Instead he pulled his cock out of her mouth and exploded in Jennifer's face. Jennifer looked really shocked as the cum ran down her cheeks and chin and got up her nose. She made choking sounds but she wasn't given a moment to breathe as Elmo rubbed his pussy stained cock against her mouth. 

"Suck me," he said. "I want to try your ass."

"No more," Jennifer said, "no more, please."

Her words were cut short as Elmo pressed his cock into Jennifer's cum stained lips. He held her head as he fucked her face and got himself hard again. A moment later Kyle was coming, shoving into her ass deeply and giving a war whoop as he creamed her ass. He stayed still for a moment as his cock drained but the moment his cock softened and slipped out, Elmo was taking his place. 

Jennifer turned her cum covered face desperately toward me and Alexis but her desperation only made Alexis hotter and then Elmo was shoving his cock into Jennifer's shapely ass and fucking her as hard as he could. Alexis started coming and I was right behind her. I spurted again and again up into her wet pussy. The sight of Jennifer being ass fucked was just incredibly erotic. 

Elmo finished in Jennifer's ass and Jennifer collapsed onto the bed. Her body looked as if she didn't have any bones. But I wasn't done with her. There was still one person in the room she hadn't satisfied and I figured she owed that person more than anyone else. 

Alexis got out of my lap and I walked over to Jennifer. I took her by the hair and turned her over on her back on the bed. "Lick me clean," I said. 

She knew where my cock had been but she tiredly moved her head and started licking and sucking me. I smiled at Alexis and told her to get on the bed. I think Alexis knew immediately what I had planned. So did the rest of the guys. I could feel the tension in the air. 

"Jennifer, look at me," I said. 

She had my cock in her mouth but she lifted her eyes to me. 

"Now I'm going to tell you the honest truth. If you can sing worth a damn, I can get you a spot with a band. It'll be hard work. But I'll get you the chance. I promise you. But first there is one other thing you have to do."

Jennifer didn't understand. I moved her head away from my cock and turned her so that she was facing Alexis. Alexis was on the bed and she had pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened with her own cunt juices and with my cum oozing down her thighs. 

"This is it, Jennifer," I said. "But you have to pay Alex back for all the times you laughed at her and had her do your bidding like some sort of lap dog. Now you're the lap dog."

"You really mean you'll get me a job with a band," Jennifer said. 

"I really mean it," I told her. 

Jennifer was beaten. All of the arrogance in her was gone. There was another person there now, but I couldn't be sure if she'd be a better person. It didn't matter. I meant what I said. And Jennifer crawled over and put her face between Alex's legs. 

"Oh fuck," Kyle said. "I never would have believed it."

Alexis put her hands behind Jennifer's head and pulled her face up tight. "Now lick me clean, bitch," Alexis said. "Eat my pussy."

I don't know if either of them had ever had an experience with another woman but Alex sure seemed to enjoy it even if Jennifer didn't. About fifteen seconds later Alex was moving her ass in rhythm to Jennifer's sucking sounds and she was rubbing her own tits as they hardened. It was a good show. If any of us could have gotten excited again, it would have done it and Jennifer might have gotten it again. But she made Alexis come with a quivering spasm and her head stayed locked between Alex's strong thighs until all my cum was gone and all her juices. 




Reunion Ch. 03



"What a fucking party,' Willie said, and I had to agree.



Reunion Ch. 03



Reunion: The Conclusion 

You should read the previous chapters before reading this one, as this is the conclusion.

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Amy opened the letter and stared at it. The look on her face completely changed. Her mouth was open but nothing was coming out.

"What is it Amy? What's the matter?" asked Beth.

"This can't be true! It has to be a mistake," said Amy as she turned white.

Beth grabbed the test results.

"What does it say Beth?" I asked her. 

She looked up at me with sadness in her eyes. "You're not Matthew's biological father." 

I was stunned. I just sat there and stared at Amy who was crying.

"It's got to be a mistake, John! Honest! You're the only one I had sex with...near that time."

"Apparently you've forgotten. You were probably on one of your drinking binges while I was out of town." I was getting pissed. "Hard telling who you might have fucked. Maybe Cliff is the father."

"No John, please listen to me. I never went anywhere with Cliff. Never! The only times I ever drank without you being there I was with Beth and Brent."

Brent just sat there looking nervous the whole time but never said a word. Amy looked over at him and it was as though a memory just struck her.

"What is it?" Beth asked when Amy gasped.

"No, it can't be. It was a dream; it was only a dream."

"Amy, what are you talking about? What dream? When?" Beth asked, confused.

"Remember the time a couple months before the reunion when we went out dancing and drinking. John had an overnighter and you had your parents watching your kids that night."

"Yes, but you were with us. Nothing happened. You and I both had too much to drink and you spent the night at our house. What dream are you talking about?"

"That night after I went to bed I dreamt that John came into the room and was rubbing and fingering me. It felt so good. He started having sex with me as he always did when I drank too much and was horny. I remember him coming in me over and over again. 

"The next morning I was wet between my legs. I didn't know what happened, why I was so wet. I kept going over the night and I thought I pictured Brent instead of John and panicked. So I got up and used the shower."

No one else in the room said a word as Amy went on with her recollection of that night. 

"When I got out I went into the kitchen and you two were sitting there having coffee. He smiled at me but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I figured I just had a sex dream and it was my own juices. Now I have to wonder if Brent raped me."

Brent jumped up just as I lunged at him, backing him into the corner. 

"She's lying! I never touched her John. She's your wife, I could never hurt her. We're all best friends."

I banged him into the wall a few times before Beth screamed at me to stop. 

"John, I don't know what to believe. Amy's my best friend and I believe she had a dream if she said so."

She looked at Brent. "If you raped Amy I'll divorce you in a second. I want you to have a DNA test done right away. If you didn't touch her, there shouldn't be a problem." 

Beth was really holding her cool even though it had to be pretty hard on her wondering about her husband and Amy. Brent looked scared to death. He looked at us before turning to Amy. 

"Please let me tell you all the truth. I didn't rape Amy, but I had sex with her."

When I heard Brent say that, I couldn't help it, I hauled off and hit him, calling him every name in the book. He went down and was in almost a fetal position as I tried to hit him again. I got in a few good hits before something hit me from behind and everything went black.

When I woke up I was in an ambulance. The paramedics said they were taking me to the hospital for observation. They took care of Brent's cuts and bruises and sent him home. I figured the police would arrest me for assault but Beth convinced Brent not to press charges.

Beth came to see me at the hospital the next day to talk to me. She admitted to hitting me with a frying pan before calling 911. Due to a concussion, I would be there a few days. She said Amy wasn't in any shape to come and was too embarrassed as well.

"Brent owned up to having sex with Amy. He kept saying that he didn't rape her because once he started to feel her up Amy kept asking for more," she said. 

Amy was always that way after she had been drinking, so I could see it happening.

"He talked about how the four of us were always kidded around about sex and that seeing Amy lying there half naked got to him. And he had been drinking that night too. At first he just wanted to feel her up but when she asked him to fuck her, he did. He was scared after that and went back to bed. In the morning he tried to act as normal as possible."

"John, he thought Amy was on the pill and that's why he never said anything. I believe him but I also think that he knew if you ever found out, you would kill him."

"He was right; I would have if you hadn't hit me over the head with a frying pan."

"Sorry about that but you hurting him any more wouldn't have solved anything. He tried to lie and say that you felt the same about me as he did about Amy and would have done the same thing."

"It's both the truth and a lie. I do love you Beth, but I would never have done to you what he did to her. No way; I respect you and did respect her too much to act out a fantasy as he did. So what does she have to say about all of this?"

"She stands behind her dream story. I'm inclined to believe her. She mentioned that the two of you pulled a nearly all-nighter the next night. Do you have any memory of that?"

"As a matter of fact I do. I never did know why she wanted sex so much that night. Now I guess it was to cover up the memory of her dream. There wasn't anything we didn't do that night. What's happening between you and Brent? Are you taking the bastard back?"

"I don't know. Right now he's staying at his parent's house. I had the paramedics get a DNA sample from him. We should know if he's Matthew's biological father next week. What about you two?"

"I'm done. If the baby was mine I would have considered staying married. I know she's been with Mark at least twice and now Brent. Who knows if there were others? I just can't trust her. I'm not going to spend a lifetime wondering if my wife stays faithful to me. Besides, I know she's not giving up her baby and I'm not raising Brent's kid, if it is his."

****

Amy came the next day and wanted to tell me the story all over again but I told her I wasn't interested. I had made up my mind and was starting the divorce proceedings.

"Do you realize that if you would have just come to our room the night of the reunion that none of this would have happened. We would have made love, went down for breakfast in the morning and went home. You would have had the baby and I would have just figured it was mine. Cindy might have eventually shot Mark anyway but you wouldn't have been the last straw for her.

"I still love you but not all the things you've done. I could never stay married to you wondering if you were telling me the truth. If you sign the papers, we'll be divorced within two months."

She cried and told me how much she loved me. I believe she did but would never know if it was enough. It was a relief when she left. 

When I got out of the hospital I went and got my old apartment near work back. I started driving truck but took the longer routes. I was on the road five days and home two. After my first trip back I received the news that Brent was Matthew's father, but at that point it wasn't a big surprise. He had his name put on the birth certificate and was ordered to pay child support.

In our divorce decree we split everything fifty-fifty. I had to give her two hundred a week in alimony but no child support. The alimony would be for five years or if she got married, whichever occurred first. She was a good looking woman and I didn't figure she would be single for long. 

Life for me was rather unhappy. My parents stayed friends with Amy and they sort of adopted Matthew as a grandchild. To them Amy was still like a daughter.

The divorce became final and I was a free man again. I was sad but free. We had a good thing going and I thought we loved each other enough to be together forever. But there were a few things I just couldn't forgive. We were all paying the price for Amy's indiscretions. 

One weekend when I was home Beth called. 

"I'm divorcing Brent because I've lost all respect for him. And Amy and I aren't best friends anymore either. It's too hard to look at Matthew knowing he's Brent's child." 

I can understand all that," I replied. "Would you like to go out for dinner sometime? You told me we would always be friends, and I was thinking how I could really use one right now."

"John, I'd love to go out with you but not until after my divorce. It should be final in about a month. Something else I should tell you..."

"What is it? Is something wrong?"

"I know that Brent goes over to see Amy. He says it's only to see his son but I know better. I just thought you should know."

"Are you afraid I might do something drastic?"

"Actually yes, though not to them but because of you. I don't want to see you get hurt or put in jail ever again. Believe it or not I hit you with that frying pan to save you."

"I don't understand? You hit me to save me from what?"

"I saw the hatred in your eyes. I know what you're capable of and you would have hurt him severely and been locked up. I didn't want that to happen. I better go. John, take care when you're on the road. Bye for now." 

She hung up and I got to thinking about how easy we talked to each other. I had often wondered what would have happened if I would have married her instead of Amy. We both loved our spouses and wouldn't have done anything to jeopardize our marriages. I wondered if Brent and Amy had felt the same way. All the cheating and lying sure changed things.

I let things slide, figuring if Beth was interested in getting together some time in the future, she would let me know. I guess one of the hardest things for me to deal with was my mom and her relationship with Amy. Mom even babysat Matthew when Amy went back to work.

Dad was more of a go-along guy. When I talked to him he would just say that people made mistakes. I really believe he just didn't want to argue with mom about it. As far back as I could remember mom ran the household. Maybe that was why I was more of a rebel. I saw how my mom ruled over my dad and I wasn't going to let it happen to me.

****

I was really happy with my job; I enjoyed traveling and seeing the different sights, although I often wished I had someone to share them with. When a trucker has been on regular routes for a while, they see the same people at stops, and I made friends with a number of them. 

Once some of the women found out I was single it was a lot nicer. Many offered to show me the sights. I got laid a number of times but I let the women know up front that I wasn't looking for a relationship. A number of them felt the same way, so it worked out great.

Even though the sex was good I was reluctant to get deeply involved. I guess because of Amy, I distrusted women. I loved having dinner dates and sex, but I never let myself fall for any of them.

One weekend when I was home there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see Beth standing there. 

"John, I need to talk to you." She seemed rather serious when she spoke.

"Where are your kids?" I don't know what made me ask that question.

"They're with Brent and Amy this weekend."

"What? They're dating?"

"It's worse. Last week he moved in with her. He stopped by and told me they were getting married."

"You've got to be kidding me. When did all this shit start?"

"I told you that I applied for a divorce. It was less than a week later he started seeing her. He first went to see his son but as I told you months ago, I didn't believe him. Our divorce was final two weeks ago. I got the house and custody of the kids, but Brent gets them every other weekend. He's paying me child support but no alimony since I divorced him."

"Well I guess he won't have to pay Amy child support for Matthew if they get married." 

I tried to put a little humor into the situation, hoping to make her smile. But she still looked a bit tense.

"Beth, I don't care about either of them anymore. A few months ago I would have probably tried to kill Brent, but now I just don't care. He's getting a cheating slut for a wife and neither of them is worth going to jail for."

"John, a few months ago you asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. Does that offer still stand?"

"Of course it does. Give me an hour to clean up a little and I'll pick you up at the house. Maybe we can take in a movie or something while we're at it."

Beth smiled as she left to get ready. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not because I knew I had the hots for her. Maybe she just needed an old friend to talk to or maybe it could be more. I just wasn't sure. 

It felt funny walking up to her door. I hadn't been there since all the troubles began. When I knocked, Beth answered right away. Damn! She looked great.

"So, where do you want to go for dinner? I hear McDonald's has a two for one special on burgers," I said, trying to ease the tension I felt when first seeing her.

She stared at me for a few seconds before smiling. "I was thinking more like Red Lobster but wherever you want to go is fine with me." 

We headed over to Red Lobster where a hostess seated us right away. It was rather quiet between us so I decided to break the ice. 

"Beth, I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm not sure what to say, how to act, or what subjects are okay to discuss. You need to help me out a little here. I feel like a kid on his first date and don't want to make any mistakes."

She smiled at me. "We've been friends for over ten years. There's nothing we can't discuss, though I prefer we don't talk about Brent or Amy. But if you need to we can. Let's talk more about happy times like when you thought I was her and grabbed my ass."

"Oh god, I remember that. It was when we all went to the beach and I didn't know you were in the changing rooms with her. I hid to the side and when you stepped out I grabbed your ass, thinking you were Amy."

"How do you think I felt until you turned beet red and apologized," she said and then laughed.

We talked about other good times we had together, including those with Brent and Amy. It just happened during our conversation.

"Beth, do you think they were together before the time they mentioned?"

"I honestly don't know. I would like to believe they were never together but I just don't know. It doesn't make any difference anymore; they're together now."

"What about us? I don't know what you expect of me. Are we just good friends? Will we be lovers? I've loved you almost as much as I did Amy. Now probably even more. I'm not ready for courtships, engagements or marriage. You have two kids with Brent. I've always liked them and I want you to know I don't love them any less then I did before everything happened."

"Easy John, you're getting all worked up over possibilities. I've always cared for you too. That's why I'm here with you tonight. I want to stay good friends. As far as lovers, I'll leave that up to you. I'm not looking for a husband or even a boyfriend. I just got out of a very bad relationship and I'm not ready to jump back into a new one.

"With that said, I really care for you and always have. What I want between us is an honest friendship. Someone I can share my thoughts with and a shoulder to cry on if I need it. I no longer have Amy as that close friend."

We stopped talking about our personal relationship and began eating our dinner. After that we went to a club and had a few drinks and danced.

As we were dancing to all the slow songs I began holding her closer. She felt and smelled so good. She looked up at me and without thinking I kissed her. It was a short, soft kiss but I could feel passion between us.

"Should I apologized or do you want me to kiss you...?"

She stopped me and pressed her lips against mine again. Only this time it was even more passionate and lasted longer.

"John, I haven't been made love to since the reunion. I want you to make love to me. Not because you feel sorry for me but because you want me as much as I want you. No commitment except to make each other happy and be honest with one another."

"Your place or mine?" I asked. We kissed again and went to her house.

We were hardly in the door when we started kissing like two new lovers. I followed her into her bedroom where we removed our clothes and climbed on the bed. When I felt her breasts for the first time, I couldn't help but suck on each tight nipple.

One of my favorite spots on a woman was the area below her navel. I began kissing and licking the light fuzz on her lower tummy, moving down till I was rubbing my face all over her trimmed muff.

She kept saying my name over and over. "John, oh John, oh John, it feels so good."

I began fingering her and found her pussy so wet. It wasn't long before I replaced my fingers with my face, extending my tongue in and out of her folds. She kept moaning and pulling my face into her very wet hole. I got up on my knees and put each of her legs on my shoulders.

"It's your turn Beth. If you want my cock in you, you'll have to put it in yourself."

She reached down and grabbed hold of my cock and guided it into her wet opening. Slowly I pushed forward, and before long we were in the same stride together. Pushing my cock in to the hilt, I then eased it out slowly before going in again.

Beth was making so many sounds. I felt her tighten up and let out a near shriek. I stopped pumping as I felt her pussy pulsate around my cock. I was still hard and had not cum yet. I pulled my cock out of her when the pulsating stopped, lying on my back. She got on top of me, grabbed my stiff cock and reinserted it into her pussy to ride me.

As we built up speed, I held onto her ass till I could feel my climax coming. I let out a groan and pulled her tight to me. As I began shooting into her, she had another orgasm. Then she sprawled across me for a while before sliding off. Spent, we fell asleep. I woke up sometime later and turned the light off before falling back to sleep with my cock pressed against her ass.

The next morning we took showers before going out for breakfast. We talked and tried to lay down a few ground rules.

After the previous night it was easy for me to admit I really cared for her. The problem was that I didn't know if it was a good idea for the two of us to hook up. It was odd enough that our ex-spouses were getting married. 

"John, I know you're wondering about us. Last night was the best night that I can ever remember. I know this situation is awkward for both of us. I originally thought we would have sex and get it out of our system—kind of a get even with our ex's thing. But to be honest, I don't want to stop seeing you."

"Beth, I feel the same way but it's too soon to be back in a steady relationship, especially with a woman I've dreamt about for years. I'm not sure where this is going. You know my schedule. I'm lucky if I'm home two days a week. You need someone you can depend on and help take care of you and maybe even marry in the future. Right now I can't be that man."

"Listen to me. I can take care of myself. I make a decent wage and don't need to rely on a man to make it. What I need is a friend with benefits; someone I can talk with, have fun with and even be intimate with when the mood strikes.

"I'm not thinking long term right now. If we can be together a couple days every other week or so, that works for me. I don't know what the future will bring, but I'll deal with it when it comes. My parents live nearby and I visit them often, plus I have other friends and relatives I see. And my girls are my life. I have no problem being busy but I would like that one special friend to be you," she said, ending with a soft smile. 




Reunion Ch. 03



"I can live with that. You're one incredible woman. Before now there wasn't a lot of reason for me to want to come home, but knowing I can talk to you or see you would be all I need for that to change. Do we tell anyone about us?"

"Yes and no. We can tell anyone who sees us that we're friends. I want my daughters to know you better. Maybe we can take them to the movies or the zoo. If you don't want to because they're Brent's kids, I understand."

"No, I really like Ashley and Amber. I have no problem with the four of us doing things together," I replied, picturing her kids. 

"Well, Brent gets the girls every other weekend. That could be our alone time together unless you have other plans. Since we won't really be a couple I'll try to not ask you about any extracurricular activities. I just hope you'll be discreet."

I thought about the women at some of the stops I had taken out. None came close to Beth. 

"What about you and other men? Even though we aren't a couple, I'm already jealous to think of you with someone else. I just don't know if this is going to work."

"John, I can't say that I would never go out with someone else if we're not exclusive. I can promise you that before I have sex with another man that I would tell you first. That way, if you wanted to break off our friendship agreement we can do so."

So that was the beginning of our friends with benefits agreement. My first week home she had the girls and we all went to Chuck E. Cheese. While the girls played the games, I was able to talk with Beth. I told her I wished I could make love to her and she smiled and just said maybe the next week.

Next week came and we had a repeat of our first time. She was such an incredible lover. She told me she didn't know where it was coming from but figured it was the way I made love to her.

In the weeks and months that followed we spent time with the girls and took them many places. Beth told me I was a better father to them than Brent was. A few times we couldn't get together and I felt lost. Those weekends sucked for me but I understood she had other family. I was still just a friend and wasn't there for family events.

One afternoon we took them to the zoo. Ashley was six and Amber was seven, both cute as could be and full of energy. We were looking at some of the animals and having fun when Amber looked up at me.

"Are you my mom's boyfriend?"

I wasn't sure how to answer her so I said, "Let's see, I'm a boy and she is my friend, so I guess I am her boyfriend."

Ashley looked at her mother and laughed. "My mom likes you."

"I really like your mom too. For now let's just say that we're close friends." 

The girls started giggling while their mom smiled.

"We like you a lot John." 

"...and I'm crazy about the two of you."

That was the end of that conversation as we went around the zoo. We all had a good time, with both girls falling asleep in the car on the way home. 

The following week I stopped over to see my mom and dad. That evening I was going out with Beth. When mom opened the door Amber and Ashley both ran up to me and gave me a hug. Mom came into the room holding Matthew. She looked surprised to see me, about as much as I was to see the girls. They were supposed to be with Brent and Amy for the weekend as far as I knew.

"Looks like you have your hands full, Mom. Watching all the kids?" I asked.

Mom was hesitant to answer.

"Brent and Amy went to get their wedding papers. They're getting married next week," she replied. "How do you know Amber and Ashley so well?"

"I visit with Beth now and then when I'm home. We stayed good friends." 

Ashley blurted out, "Uncle John took us to the zoo, Chuck E. Cheese and the movies. He's mommy's friend and ours too."

Mom looked surprised. "Why didn't you tell us, John?"

"Mom, we're just friends. There's nothing to tell. I visit with them and we go a few places."

"It just seems you would have told me since I'm your mother."

"It's an awkward situation Mom. We're friends; that's it."

That evening I told Beth about what happened. 

"I got a call from Amy earlier this week and she wanted to know what was going on, if I was dating you. But I told her it was none of her business. I guess the girls mentioned that we took them to the zoo. She kept asking me questions and then asked if I slept with you," replied Beth.

"What did you say?" 

"I told her that she had a lot of nerve asking me something like that after having my ex-husbands baby and now marrying him. Finally I decided to let her have it with both barrels."

"Oh shit! What did you say?" I asked.

"I told her that indeed I slept with you but not until both of us were divorced, something she couldn't say. Then I added I got the best part of the deal because you're such a great lover. Of course, she should know that. Then I asked if Brent waited for her to climax and if he put her first when they made love. That would be something new for him." 

"Thank you; I really mean it."

"I just told her the truth. It's not my problem if she couldn't take it," replied Beth.

When Beth and I made love later I realized I hadn't been with any other woman since she and I began our arrangement. I had chances but felt I would be cheating on Beth. Afterward she gave me some crappy news.

"John, I have a business meeting next week with one of the store managers. It's a combination meeting and date. I told you I would let you know if anyone ever asked me out. So I'm not hiding it from you."

"Why? Why are you doing this? We were getting along so well and now you need someone else?"

"John, it's not like that. We both agreed that if we weren't a couple that we would date others. I've turned down a few dates but Ron is a nice guy and I thought I would go out to dinner. We are going to discuss some store ideas as well."

"Are you going to have sex with him?" I asked in a very mean tone.

"John, don't be that way. I'm just trying to be honest with you like we said in the beginning."

She was right but I was hoping it never came up. Did we stay friends with benefits or did I call it quits? Damn it! Life was going so good too. 

"I have to leave."

"John, please don't leave like this. I love you."

"Yeah, just like Amy loved me. I guess all women are alike."

"I don't deserve that. I've been honest with you from the beginning. Now you consider me a slut because I'm going on a date?" 

Though I wanted to say something, I couldn't. All the anger from what Amy did clouded my judgment. 

"Good night, John," she said as I walked out the door.

My head was spinning; it was then that I realized how much I cared for her. It was easy to have sex and go places with her and the girls with no obligations on my part. I just drove truck and spent my time off with them. Life was good and simple. But now it didn't feel so easy. 

All I could think of during the entire week was Beth with another man. The jealous streak that I had thought I had gotten rid of was back. The coming weekend my ex wife was getting married and the woman I loved was going out on a date. What the hell was I going to do?

Then Beth called while I was on the road. "John, I'm worried about you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said sarcastically. "Who's watching the girls when you go out this weekend?"

"My mom is. John, I'm worried about you." The fact that she repeated the statement was a good indication of how concerned she really was.

"Look, you told me up front how it would be. I have no one to blame but myself. Maybe I'll call you when I'm back in town next time. Enjoy your date." With that I hung up the phone.

She called back but I didn't answer. I didn't want to deal with the situation right then. Besides, I had a job to do, even though I didn't have a clear head.

On Saturday I did something I hadn't done in a long time. I decided to go out and get drunk. I left my keys at home and took a taxi to a neighborhood bar. I ran into a few old friends and drank with them. They wanted to go to a hotel with a bar that had entertainment so we got in one of their cars and headed over there.

As we walked in I saw a sign for a wedding reception for Brent and Amy Cullison. I couldn't believe I ended up there. Trying to forget them, I followed the guys. It was already after eleven and even though I was quite wasted I still had some wits about me.

We listened to the music and my friends were dancing with some of the women there. Though women asked me to dance, I refused. I couldn't get it out of my mind that my ex-wife's wedding reception was just down the hall. I needed to use the restroom and went out to find one. I couldn't believe it when I ran into a very drunk Amy.

"John, what are you doing here? We didn't invite you, did we?" she asked, her words slurred.

"No, I'm just out for a drink and now I have to take a piss. So excuse me," I replied.

As I was pissing I couldn't help thinking about Amy. How she was always horny when she drank. As I zipped up I turned to see Amy step into the restroom and lock the door. 

"How about once more for old time's sake?" she asked.

Normally I would have told her to go fuck herself but in my inebriated yet horny condition I said to hell with it. She had on a nice dress that was just above her knees. After demanding she turn around and bend over, I put her hands on the sink. 

"No kisses first?" 

"Nope, just a hot fuck like you always liked," I replied.

She turned around and I pulled up her dress. She had on a pretty pair of red panties that matched her dress. I pulled them down to her ankles and she spread her legs as far as she could.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out and guided it into her waiting wet pussy. She was so wet my cock just slid right in. I pumped into her hard and fast. She was moving her ass around getting all the cock she could get.

"Oh John, you always were the best. Fuck me baby, fuck me just like you used to."

I kept pumping faster and faster into her. I felt her orgasm as she pushed her ass against me. It felt so good I shot hot cum into her. All I could think of was plowing Brent's new wife's pussy. I guess it was a great feeling of getting even—revenge at its best.

When I finished, I pulled my cock out of her drenched pussy. I handed her some paper towels and told her she better clean herself up. She went into the men's stall and I left before she came out.

I went back to the bar and told my friends I was heading home. I wasn't quite sure how I felt. I got even with Brent and Amy but I felt bad about my relationship with Beth. On the taxi ride home I began to wonder if it was all over between Beth and me. 

At my apartment I took a shower. When I tried to picture what Beth was doing, it actually brought tears to my eyes. I really did love her and should have let her know I wanted us to be exclusive.

It was one in the morning when my doorbell rang. I had just stepped out of the shower so I answered the door in a towel. I opened it slightly and there stood Beth. Worried something was wrong, I let her in. 

"John, I love you. I took this date tonight hoping you would stop me but you didn't. Why, John? Why didn't you say I was your woman and stop me from dating other men?' You had the whole week to stop me, so why didn't you? I need to know."

"I didn't think you wanted commitment. It's been the hardest week for me since we've been together. I love you Beth and you're the only woman I really care to be with. I guess I blew it."

"John, I had dinner and that was it. I told him I was in love with someone else when he dropped me off at my house. I've been calling but you wouldn't answer your phone. Finally I decided to come over and face you. Where were you?"

"I was pissed about your date so I went out and got drunk. I only got home a few minutes ago and took a shower." I didn't think it would be a good idea to tell her about Amy then.

"I don't want to just be friends anymore John. I want you to be my boyfriend, and tell everyone we're a couple, not just friends. Can you commit to a relationship with me? No other men for me and no other women for you; it has to be monogamous."

I smiled at her. "I can do that; in fact I want to do that. Beth, there's something maybe I should tell you. It's about other women."

"John, our commitment is from this second forward. I don't care about your past escapades; in fact I would prefer not to know. All I need to know is that from this day forward that you belong to me."

"I can agree to that." 

Then somehow we were lying on the bed and I was rubbing her beautiful body. We promised to be honest with each other and I knew I should tell her about Amy.

"Beth, there's something I have to tell you. It happened tonight."

"John, let me say something first. Ron and I had dinner at the Holiday Inn. I had no idea that was where Brent and Amy were having their reception. It was a bit awkward for me but what was even worse was when I saw you and some of your friends enter the bar.

"I noticed your friends dancing with other women but not you. You seemed to be drowning your sorrows. I watched as you got up and went down the hall. I excused myself from my table and followed you."

My heart started to pound, thinking Beth knew what I had done. Yet it was only right that I tell her anyway. So I waited for her to go on. 

"I saw you talking to Amy and then go into the men's room. She was drunk, that was easy to see. But I went back to my table and that's when I realized I shouldn't be out with Ron and asked him to take me home. I don't know what happened between you and Amy and I don't want to know. That's why I said from this day forward that you belong to me," she said, touching my face as she finished.

"I love you Beth, and promise to always be true to you, from this day forward." It was as though I was saying my wedding vows.

There wasn't a spot on her beautiful body that I didn't kiss or touch. We spent hours having slow wonderful sex. After we each climaxed and were ready to sleep, Beth closed her eyes and sighed.

"Amy is sure one stupid bitch for giving you up for Brent." I just smiled.

The next morning we went to her parent's house and told them we were a couple. I told them that hopefully if things worked out we might become more. That brought a smile to her face.

In the weeks that followed we were together with the girls or out on dates by ourselves. I finally told my mom that Beth was my girlfriend. I remember her saying that if we ever got married that Amber and Ashley would be her granddaughters, which made me laugh.

Two more months passed and Beth and my mom became good friends. Beth told me she thought my mom was a bit weird but in a good way. She thought it was odd she still took care of Amy's child too.

"Mom didn't approve of what she did but still treats Amy as her daughter."

"I think she loves kids," said Beth. "Amber and Ashley said she treats them great. Oh, and I almost forgot. Your mom mentioned that Amy's expecting again. I guess Brent has a pretty strong sperm count.

"I figured he would have gotten a vasectomy after Matthew. He told me when he picked up the girls the other day that he thought Amy was on the pill. I told him that's what he said the last time he got her pregnant. So he went and got snipped now. He said four kids are enough to support."

I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one who got Amy pregnant but I wasn't saying anything to anyone.

"What about you, John? Do you want any kids?" asked Beth.

"I've often thought about it. But I would need a wife first," I said with a laugh.

****

Two more months passed and I went to talk to my supervisor. 

"Ray, any chance I could be put on local routes? I'm thinking of getting married but I want to spend my evening's at home with my family."

"Sure John, next month Paul Reard is retiring and I can give you his route. You do know daily routes pay a little less?"

"Of course, but I just want to make a good living and be with my family."

"So, when's the big day?" asked Ray.

"As soon as I ask her. Hopefully tonight," I replied on my way out.

We were going to dinner and maybe a movie or dancing. Even though I tried to hide the fact that I was a bit nervous, it must have shown. 

"You look nervous John, is there a problem?" Beth asked when I got to her house.

"No, I have something to ask you and I'm trying to figure out how to do it."

"Okay, what is it?" 

"Will you have my baby? At least one?"

Beth stared at me. Finally she said, "Are you asking me to marry you or just have your child?"

"Beth, I love you and want you to marry me." I pulled out a ring and set it on the table. "I want you to be my wife and have my child. I talked with my boss and next month I'm transferring to a daily route. I'll be home every night. Can you stand seeing me that often?"

"Where will we live? You told me how uncomfortable you feel in my house. We can't live in your apartment."

"We can buy a house with at least three bedrooms. The girls can have their own room and you and I will be sharing the big room. Which leaves one for the baby," I said, grinning.

"Are you sure about this John? Is this really what you want?" 

"I couldn't be more positive. I love you and I love the girls; I promise to treat them as my own. I want us to be a family, to come home to all of you every night. I think we make a pretty good couple."

"Yes, John, I'll marry you, and have your baby, and move into a big house with you, and share that bedroom with you. And I won't get tired of seeing you every night."

Somehow, we never made it to dinner that night. 

A month later we got married and found a nice house within our price range. The girls were happy and started calling me John instead of Uncle John.

Life was great and we enjoyed being together. One evening we were relaxing together when she turned toward me with a grin.

"Are you ready to be a daddy?"

"You're pregnant?"

"And I guarantee you're the father." 

I guess the good guy does finish first sometimes. At least the lucky ones do.

As my friend 'The Wanderer' always says, "Life goes on!"

*

Thank you for reading my story and a special thank you to Mistress Lynn for her editing. Comments are appreciated.

DG Hear



Reunion Ch. 03



Thanks to Awhordinarygirl for editing this chapter.

*****

I made sure I finished up work early, bought some flowers on the way home and bounced up to my front door. Sal must gave heard the door open and came running up the hallway. Leaping at me, she almost knocked me over, kissing me and nuzzling into my neck.  

"That's my boy, smelling of sweat, oil and grease and not another woman!"

I lifted up the flowers which were a little worse for wear after the greeting I had received. Sal took them from me and headed back toward the kitchen.

"Grab yourself a beer and follow me, dinner won't be long. Then we might see if you still have the energy to take care of your wife's needs!"

The table was set for two across from each other, but while Sal was plating up dinner, I moved them so we were sitting side by side. As we ate I stayed close, keeping our legs touching, holding her hand when she wasn't eating. I was telling myself it wasn't because I was guilty, but I'm not sure that was true.

After cleaning up we sat on the love seat together listening to music on the stereo while I brushed Sal's hair. We were just starting to get amorous when there was a loud knock on the front door. We weren't expecting company so we ignored it, it was probably just kids playing a prank. A short time later there was a louder, more insistent knock. Sal told me to stay while she checked. I heard the door open then a very familiar voice echoed down the hall, Melissa! Parts of the conversation filtered down to me as Sal and Melissa walked down toward the lounge room.

"Fucking airlines...they just had to change my flight! Is that so hard?"

Melissa came in first dragging her bag, Sal followed making sympathetic noises. "Oh that's terrible! Are you on a flight tomorrow?" Sal asked.

"Yes, first thing in the morning. Hello country boy, I bet you didn't expect to see me so soon!" Melissa flopped down in a lounge chair, her skirt riding up her stocking covered thighs.

"What about your insemination appointment?" Sal inquired as she sat back down next to me.

"I changed it to tomorrow! Anyway, it will be a struggle to fit any more in after the last forty eight hours!" Melissa added with a chuckle.

Sal and I didn't laugh. There was one of those uncomfortable awkward silences, which I finally ended.

"So why are you here?" I asked rudely, earning me a dig in the ribs and a rebuke from Sal.

"No Sal, that's a fair question," Melissa replied, "I was just thinking that as I was still in town...um...we might have another go at getting me pregnant."

"Couldn't you have just rang and I could have met you at the house?"

"Mum and Dad are home, it might be a bit awkward if you turn up and I take you up to my room."

"A motel room then?"

"There're two weddings on this weekend and there is not a room left in the town." Sal added unhelpfully.

There was more silence, Sal shifted on the lounge.

"We can't do it here, it's...it's not right." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Heh, if you're not comfortable with it that's okay but the doctor said I would be my most fertile today... It might increase the chances of this working" Melissa replied persuasively. 

I was waiting for Sal to jump in and put a stop to it but she didn't. 

"Sal...I can't...not here." I tried again to prompt her to object.

"Maybe it will mean you don't have to do it again..." her voice trailed off.

"Not in our bed!" I said firmly.

"Well you're not doing it in one of the girls' beds!" Sal replied abruptly.

There was more silence. Melissa got up, excused herself and went to the bathroom. 

"Why would it be different if you did it here?" Sal asked quietly, "I mean it's just sex, I can change the sheets after."

"But it's our house and our bed!" Sal didn't seem convinced, "umm, Melissa's a bit...a lot...she can be really loud." I added.

"I'll take a walk! She's at her peak for Christ's sake! If you knock her up this month we won't have all this disruption again in twenty eight days." It appeared Sal had made up her mind.

"But she is just doing this to stir up trouble!"

Sal stared at me suspiciously. "Is it her that you don't trust? Or yourself?"

Melissa returned from the bathroom and interrupted before I could reply. "Sorry guys, I didn't want to hassle you. I'll just go back to Mum and Dad's." She said, grabbing the handle of her suitcase.

"No," Sal replied standing up, "I'm going for a walk, you two...just get it done." She strode off up the hallway.

"Sal?" I called after her but then I heard the front door slam and she was gone. I stared at the empty hallway then shifted my gaze to a smiling Melissa, I wanted to smack that smug face.

"Are you going to lead the way lover boy?" Melissa gloated.

"Don't start," I got up and stomped to the bedroom.

Melissa tottered along behind me in her heels. We entered the bedroom and she couldn't help herself.

"Oh how quaint," she sneered as she took in the surroundings.

I turned and made to leave. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"Touché, I was joking." Melissa stepped in front of me and placed her hands on my chest to stop me. Then she used them to direct me backwards until I felt the edge of a chair against the back of my legs. "You just sit there and I'll get undressed."

I sat in Sal's make up chair in front of her dresser. Melissa went to the bedside table where there was a radio/alarm clock. She turned on the radio, changed the station to a music one and then strutted to the end of the bed. I realized why she had kept the heels on as she began to bump and grind her way through a strip tease. She had all the moves, and the attitude to match. It was no amateur routine, way too good for a local titty bar more like a table-top joint in the city. Maybe that was where she met Dave. I had no idea what she did after school, but I was fairly sure she had never been very academic. 

After two songs she was down to a matching g-string and bra with stockings, and I was as hard as a rock. She came towards me and started giving me a lap dance, straddling me and wiggling her tits in my face. If I made a move to touch her, she slapped my hands away.

"No touching the merchandise!" She said in a gangster mole voice.

As the fourth song began the bra was off, as were the stockings. Melissa had freed my rampant cock from the confines of my pants and she was backed up, rubbing her barely covered pussy against it. That was when I smelt a rat, she was dragging this out hoping Sal would be back from her walk before we finished. I wondered whether there had been an airline mix up or if she had planned this from the start. Maybe I was wrong, but I didn't think she would have that underwear on to fly home.

I snapped, grabbing a fistful of that luscious blonde hair and I pushed her forwards until she was face down on the bed. With my other hand I tore the g-string from her. After climbing on top of her, I used my knees opened her legs wide. I think she was to stunned to respond at first.

"What the fuck! You're hurting me." She shrieked.

"I'm just going to fuck you like the whore you are!" I hissed menacingly in her ear.

Melissa tried valiantly to dislodge me but I trapped her arms, held them above her head and dropped my full weight on top of her. My cock was wedged in the crack of her butt so I shifted lower until it was in the right spot then thrust up savagely, slicing deep inside her cunt. She was still wet from the dry humping in the chair, so it was easy to do but the grunt that escaped her lips wasn't pleasure.

"Get off me you fucking prick!" 

"That's right baby I'm a fucking prick, that's what you're putting our kids through school for. So shut up and enjoy the ride because I'm going to!" 

I began thrusting, there were no moans of pleasure from beneath me, just heavy breathing that was becoming more ragged. That familiar ache came in my balls and I increased the ferocity of my assault in her cervix, causing a begrudging moan from below me.

"Oh yeah honey, here comes your baby!" I gasped as I stiffened and started shooting off inside her.

I released her arms and instead of fighting me, they stretched forward and Melissa bunched the sheet in her hands as she bucked through an orgasm underneath me. I lay on top of her for a moment as I recovered my senses then pushed myself up and off her to stand at the end of the bed. She rolled onto her side and brought her knees up to her chest in a protective reaction to my assault. She was crying, her make up running together and then dripping onto the sheet.

My anger had passed and looking down at the result, I was scared about what had I done. This wasn't me, I didn't do this shit. I couldn't believe my overreaction and felt physically sick. I just made it to the bathroom before I lost my dinner into the toilet bowl. Standing up I tucked my cock back in my pants then went to the hand basin and washed my face. 

Melissa came in and went to the toilet, she had her bra and shirt back on, while her skirt was in her hands. I moved away from the basin and allowed her access to it.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"Do that again and you'll be spending some time in jail," she hissed.

There was something about her manner that made me feel she thought she was back in control, as if my apology was me begging forgiveness. To a certain extent I felt my actions were as much the fault of her manipulation as my anger. I wanted to keep her off balance a little longer. I stepped up behind her, placing my hands gently on her shoulder and leaned forward as if I was about to nuzzle her neck. She rocked back against me and when my mouth was close to her ear I spoke.

"You pull that shit in my house again and next time I'll fuck you up the arse!"

Melissa recoiled away from me and she regarded me suspiciously as I left the bathroom. I got a glass of cold water from the fridge and was about to sit down when I heard the front door open. Sal walked up the hall and looked sheepishly into the lounge room.

"Are you all done?" She inquired.

"Yes, Melissa is just in the bathroom." 

As I said that Melissa walked into the room, fully clothed and holding her shoes in her hand.

"Sal, could you drop me home?"

"Sure, I just have to grab my bag so I have my license." Sal walked towards our room leaving Melissa and I alone again. We didn't speak. Sal came back holding some sheets as well as her handbag.

"Make yourself useful while I'm away and change the sheets," she said, dropping them in my lap as she walked past.

I was worried about what might be talked about during the trip, but when Sal got home she gave no clues. I had showered and cleaned up the room, including discarding a torn g-string. Unfortunately the mood was ruined so we just cuddled then fell asleep.

The next weeks were hectic, excited children coming home reporting on new friends and new experiences at a new school. It is amazing the difference at a school when all the staff and students strive for excellence, not just for themselves but the school as a whole. My boss sold another two mowers to the Masons' and was negotiating on a tractor, so my work environment was upbeat as well.

Sal and I were strained, there was no way around it. The reasons may have been noble, but the liaisons between myself and Melissa caused extra tension. I tried very hard, perhaps too hard to compensate at first. I was extra attentive, rubbing her feet at night, rushing home to make dinner for the family, taking time off work to be at school functions. I thought I was doing the right thing but Sal seemed to resent it. 

We had a blow up, I couldn't understand why she was giving me the cold shoulder. Sal felt that I must have been guilty about my true feelings for Melissa and that was why I was being so helpful. After a couple of days of not speaking, we sat down again and talked it out. It was weird. I promised to go back to how I was before and Sal was happy with that.

We were just starting to get back on track. I was cleaning up the kitchen after the evening meal while Sal supervised the girls' homework. Her phone buzzed on the kitchen table indicating a message. In our house we had a rule that the owner of the phone always read the message first so I popped my head into the hallway and called to Sal. She came out of the girls' bedroom and I lobbed the phone to her.

I went back to the dish washing and about ten minutes later Sal came into the kitchen.

"Are the kids finished with their homework?" I inquired in a everyday, normal tone.

"They've done enough!" Sal snapped. I whirled around.

"Where did that come from?" I was dumbfounded by the attitude.

"Did you read the message?" Sal was on edge.

"No! We never read each other's messages, unless you want to show me, I don't look."

Sal changed, there was now uncertainty, discomfort in her demeanor. I left the sink and moved toward her to comfort and reassure her but she stepped away.

"What is it?" I asked exasperated.

"It's Melissa, she isn't pregnant and she is coming back for another try this weekend." Sal was on the verge of tears.

I held my arms out and this time she came toward me, burying her head in my chest as she cried. I kissed the top of her head and made soothing noises as I stroked her hair. When she had calmed down she turned her head to the side so her ear was now pressed against me.

"Why? Christ, it only took once for you to knock me up! Why?" she whined between sobs.

"That was sometime ago and you are a good breeder. Melissa had trouble falling pregnant, maybe it's not just Dave's problem." I said quite reasonably.

Sal obviously didn't. She pushed away from me, "you want to fuck her again, don't you?"

"Oh come on, how do you jump to that. I can't stand lady muck."

"Yeah, but you like her tight body, don't you?" She replied, accusing me.

"Give me a break, we made a deal with the devil and I'm the poor bastard that has to pay for it!" I was getting angry.

"Oh my heart bleeds for you," Sal turned back into the hallway then looking back over her shoulder she offered one more parting shot. "You're on the lounge tonight, STUD!" Then she slammed the door.

To say the next five days were not the best Sal and I have had together would be the understatement of the century. I was pissed that I was being painted as the bad guy. Alright, I was admitting, well, to myself, that it was enjoyable. However it hadn't been my idea in the first place and I had been against it most of the time. In my opinion Melissa was playing mind games with us, she knew how to push Sal's buttons and she was doing a great job. The insecurities from high school were coming back all over again. 

Friday morning Sal finally spoke to me. "Here, you need to read this," she said as she passed me her mobile phone. It was a message from Melissa.

Mum and Dad will be home and your house isn't going to work so I have booked a room for the weekend in Armidale. Country Comfort Motel room 23.

Armidale was a town ninety minutes away so I suppose she was trying to be discrete. I passed the phone back.

"I'm not going," I replied simply.

"Yeah right," Sal said with sarcasm.

"Seriously," I grabbed Sal by the arm and turned her to face me. "Look what it's doing to us. We are just holding on here and WE are to important to me to risk."

"But...you have to, the girls..."

"What's the point of doing this for the girls if we break up as a family?" I asked, holding Sal by both shoulders so she had to look at me.

"It's...I'm," Sal looked away and then back, tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry Tony, I...I thought I could handle this better, I thought I could lock it away and not think about it. It hurts Tony, it really hurts,but the girls...it's just helping them so much."

I pulled her close and we clung to one another.

"I'll get a second job, we'll work it out Sal, let's put an end to this." I whispered in her ear.

"No!" The force of her rejection surprised me, "I pushed for this so I'm just going to have to deal with this. You go, you'll do it this time, I know you will and I promise that I won't be a bitch when you get home."

"Sal?"

"No, you go. If you got a second job we would never see you and it probably wouldn't be enough anyway."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, you go to work, I'll drop a bag off for you later. I'll see you Sunday night. Oh...can you get Saturday morning off work?"

"After all the stuff that Brent has sold to the Masons' I could get a week off."

"Alright, I'll see you Sunday then."

I got a peck on the cheek then I left for work. Afterward on my way to meet Melissa I was apprehensive, the last time we were together it got a little crazy. I wasn't sure what reception I would be getting as I knocked on the door of room 23. Melissa opened the door then walked back into the main part of the room. She was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, no lingerie today.

Following her inside it was hard not to admire that fine backside swaying in front of me. I put my bag on the bench next to the television. Melissa was on the other side of the room near a window with the lights of Armidale behind her. 

"About the other day," I began, "I am sorry, you caught me at an awkward time. Sal was my focus that night, I didn't like the interruption."

She didn't reply but walked toward me stopping in front of me. Her hand lashed out and she caught me with the open palm across the face before I could avoid the blow. My natural instinct was to strike back but I been brought up right so I didn't hit girls. I stayed facing her.

"Mmm, at least you have been well trained," she stepped forward and slowly caressed the cheek that was still hot and no doubt red from the blow. "It's just lucky for you that you have something I want," her hand slid down my chest and moving lower she began opening my fly. "I'm so sick of little and limp dicks."

The dynamic had quickly changed, "I should have a shower first. I came straight from work."

Melissa moved closer, and with her hand stroking my now freed cock she sniffed against my neck. "Sweat, honest sweat, it makes such a change from after shave and moisturizer or the smell of another woman. Sit down in that chair," she ordered, pointing at an armchair by the window.

I shuffled over to it. Before I sat down Melissa undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles. After pushing me back into the chair she sunk down to her knees and started sucking on my cock. She was blessed with a truly talented mouth. I was on the verge of orgasm in no time. Melissa sat back on her haunches, admiring her handiwork while slowly stroking my dick.

"That is an impressive piece of meat, do you mind if I take a picture?" My face showed my lack of interest in the idea so she added, "no face just a close up of that dick as a keep sake for me, please." 

She leant forward again and blew on my straining head before giving it a slow lick.

"Okay," I gasped.

Retrieving her handbag Melissa got her phone and turned on the camera. She took a picture from the side then stood up and walked behind the chair and took another from my point of view. Her photography finished she walked back in front of the chair and began taking her clothes off. First the t-shirt and bra allowing those beautiful breasts to swing free, then the pants and underwear. Completely naked, she did a slow twirl before walking back to the chair and straddling me. 

After a long, slow kiss she nuzzled my whispering, "I think somebody across from us is watching."

"Would you like me to close the curtains?" 

"No, let's give them a show, suck on my titties while I get myself ready for your dick." 

Melissa lifted herself bringing her breasts to my face and while I lavished attention on them, she rubbed the head of my cock along her pussy lips to get her juices flowing. When she was ready, she lowered herself again this time with my dick firmly inside her snatch. After another kiss she leant back making sure our voyeur had a great view of her breasts as she rode me. After the blow-job before I was quickly on the verge of orgasm. Melissa, obviously an exhibitionist, beat me to the punch but not by much. Cuddling in the afterglow Melissa chuckled.




Reunion Ch. 03



"I really needed that, now you can have a shower."

"Are you going to join me?" 

"Just try and stop me. I might close the curtain first, I think he has had enough of a show."

Melissa stood and after a dramatic bow closed the curtains with a flourish. In the shower we washed each other then toweled each other dry. Back in the room Melissa laid down and I got some hand cream provided by the motel and gave her a massage. The massage morphed into sex, as they often do, but this time and really for most of the weekend the spark wasn't there. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed it but I was thinking a lot of home and Sal. I'm not sure what the story was with Melissa, maybe it wasn't causing enough havoc for her. In the morning she seemed more interested in sleep than sex and unlike previously we stopped to eat proper meals.

Sunday morning we had to be out at eleven and Melissa was dressed and packed at ten. We said our goodbyes and I was home before lunch. Sal was surprised to see me that early. We went down to the river for a picnic and spent the afternoon there laying in the sun. What happened on the weekend was never discussed, it was like it hadn't happened.

We were back to being close but anxiety levels were raised again a month later. We hadn't heard anything from Melissa and took no news as good news. Sal wanted to ring her to see if she was pregnant but I told her to hold off. I came home one day to a smiling Sal, the girls were doing homework on the dining table so she hustled me into the bedroom.

"I told you you still had it in you!" She said, laughing and throwing her arms around me.

"Melissa's pregnant?"

"Yes, the doctor confirmed it, but she has been waiting to make sure everything is alright."

"Oh yeah! We're going to be alright," I kissed her, "no more distractions," another kiss, "the girls are going well at school. Life's good!" I turned Sal and pushed her onto the bed before jumping on top.

"Get off me you brute," she laughed.

"Come on, is that anyway to talk to a stallion?" I joked.

"You might be a gelding if you're not careful. Quick, get off before the girls come in."

I rolled away and we lay side by side looking at the ceiling in silence. Sal rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow so she could look at me.

"Thanks Tony, I know you weren't that happy about this idea."

"No problems Sal, it wasn't exactly hard work...well except for the time..." My joke was cut short by a sharp dig in the ribs.

"If you don't want your "friend" to be one of the long term unemployed, then it would be best not to finish that sentence." Sal warned.

Our lives continued on and I thought we had heard the last of Melissa and Dave until we received a large silver envelope in the mail. It was an invitation to a baby shower and general celebration of the pregnancy being put on by Melissa's mother, Helen Beaufort, at their home on Wolseley Rd, Point Piper, Sydney. No wonder Dave had inherited some cash if his folks had a house on Wolseley Rd, it was known as the most expensive street in Australia. There was a good reason for it, Point Piper jutted into the Sydney harbor and afforded those lucky enough to be able to spend seven figure sums on a house, uninterrupted views of the Opera House and Harbor bridge.

Sal looked at me expectantly as she gave me the invitation. She obviously wanted to go but I wasn't as keen. We had a "discussion" about it, which almost degenerated into an argument. In the end my point about our tight budget won the day and so Sal sent off an inability. Four days later I came home to a beaming Sal. Melissa had rung to see why we couldn't make it. My point about our tight budget was blown out of the water by Melissa offering to put us up for the weekend at her apartment. I was out maneuvered and agreed we could go. Besides it might be nice to see Dave gloating about his pregnant wife knowing I had done the deed.

The weekend arrived and we left the children with Sal's mum and headed to the city, arriving around nine o'clock Friday night. Melissa and Dave greeted us warmly, in Dave's case it was probably because of all the scotch he had on board. We had a couple of drinks and talked for a little while before going to bed. 

The next morning we had a luxurious sleep in, not leaving the bed until ten forty five. Walking out into the kitchen we found Melissa eating brunch while Dave was at the golf course. Melissa and Sal were soon gossiping about babies and I made myself some breakfast. Sitting back at the table I flicked through the Saturday papers and took in the view. Dave and Melissa lived in an apartment in the "toaster." An ugly building that sprung up, despite protests to its architectural merit, between Circular Quay and the Sydney Opera House. Their apartment faced West, so I was looking down over the ferries as they bustled in and out of Circular Quay.

Dave arrived home and even though it was only midday, he appeared to have spent a large part of the morning at the nineteenth hole. Maybe he was still pissed from the night before. He walked up behind Melissa and made a show of giving her a good morning kiss and as he did, he slipped his hand around her side and groped clumsily at her breast.

"Get off you oaf!" Melissa pushed his hand away.

"Come on darling, you best get used to a bit of rough play with those tits. My baby is going to get fat sucking on them," Dave slurred.

"Just go to bed Dave, your mother won't want to see you pissed again." Melissa replied in a tired voice.

"Great idea, how about coming with me and giving me a blow job?" This was getting rather awkward, Sal and I exchanged glances and I indicated we should leave.

"Get out of here you fuckwit!" Melissa yelled, and Dave holding up his hands in surrender, backtracked out of the room. Looking back at us she softened, "Sorry, I seem to get very cranky when I'm pregnant. "

"It's a very stressful time, your body changes, hormones..." Sal placed her hand on Melissa's arm emphasizing her understanding. "Have you started your nursery yet?" She continued, changing the subject.

"Oh yes," Melissa's face brightened, "come and I'll show you."

They left, talking excitedly as I continued my reading and eating. I was also thinking about something Dave had said: "my baby", he had been very definite about it. I wondered if the sperm donor story was just a ruse to make Sal and I more likely to agree to her proposal. After I finished breakfast I went looking for the girls, they were sitting cross-legged on the floor of a bare room, a scrapbook overflowing with pictures cut from magazines lay in front of them. There were pictures of cots and change tables, wallpaper samples, rocking chairs, it was no place for a man.

"I'm going for a walk." I said.

"Okay, be back by one, we have to be there at two thirty." Sal replied, not even looking up.

"It doesn't take me an hour and a half to get ready."

"Just be back by then." I knew the tone, it wasn't up for debate, it was a firm directive.

When I got back Sal was in the shower, Melissa was having a sleep on the lounge, and I assumed Dave was doing the same in bed. I grabbed a book off the mantlepiece to pass the time. There was a school photo of I assume a young Dave next to the books. By a little bit of math from the year and the class he was in, I worked out he was probably forty or forty one. At the reunion I had pegged him for being fifty at least, perhaps looking at the world through the bottom of an empty glass was to blame.

By two pm we were all ready to go, the girls were dressed up and as had always been the case, even with a baby bump, Melissa shone out. Dave was turned out as well and I felt like a pimple on a pumpkin. Sal had bought me some new "in" clothes but I couldn't pull it off. I didn't feel comfortable in them and it showed, I was resigned to not being belle of the ball.

We went in Sal and Dave's car and about half way down Wolseley Rd we were confronted with a line of hire cars. 

"Parkings impossible here so Dave's father organised the hire cars to pick up and drop off guests." Melissa explained.

When it was safe to do so Dave pulled out and went around them turning into a small driveway just past where the hire cars were disgorging their guests. The driveway ended at a garage door, Dave pressed a remote he had retrieved from the console and it opened revealing a small garage. Tiny would be a better word, barely big enough to fit the car in. The door closed behind us but neither Melissa nor Dave made any attempt to get out. Once the door was closed another noise started and we began to descend, it was a lift.

We dropped one floor into a ten car garage. Dave moved off the lift and parked between a Porsche and a Bentley. Leaving the car we walked to the end of the line of cars and there was another lift. Dave took out a key inserted it in the lock on the control panel and turned it. Lights came to life above the sliding door as the carriage ascended to get us. The door opened and we got in, Melissa pressed number two.

"Level four is the bedrooms, level three is the living and everyday floor, level two entertaining and level one is the pool, gym and access to the boat dock and harbor."

"Wow," Sal and I said together, we were a long way out of our comfort zone.

The lift door opened on a large room, a very large room. From my limited knowledge I guessed you could easily seat one hundred and fifty people in it. The western wall was all glass, affording a panoramic view of the Sydney harbor bridge and Opera house. My first thought was it would be a great place to watch the New Year's Eve fireworks. 

Outside the glass wall the was a large balcony and the party was set up out there, about forty people were already present. A constant stream of waitresses came from a door off to one side of the large room carrying drinks and canapés through a large french door to the balcony. Up the other end of the room an older couple were greeting guests as they filed through another french door onto the balcony. We walked towards them with Dave leading the way. When he got to the lady he gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hi mom," he said before moving on to shake hands with his father.

Melissa did the same and we were standing away a little waiting for an introduction. Dave started to move to the bar but Melissa grabbed his arm and gestured to us and his parents.

"Oh yes, sorry, mum, dad, this is Tony and Sal. They're friends of Melissa from her hometown," he said with no great enthusiasm.

We shook hands. Mr Beaufort was rather dismissive of us, like his son, but Mrs Beaufort was much nicer.

"Please call me Helen," she said when we used her formal title, "and my husband's John."

Up close she was remarkably well preserved, I would have said she was fifty at most. However she couldn't have had David at age ten, so she must have been over sixty. Her husband looked older, at one point he must have been a large and domineering figure but now that was fading. While he still had the voice and mannerisms there was a frailty beneath that was showing through.

Dave took me over to a group of men that proved to be his friends. He introduced me and after my occupation and place of residence had been established I was largely forgotten. There was a holiday discussion going on and the debate centered around whether skiing was better at Aspen, Whistler or Val Thorens. As I hadn't left the state, let alone the country, I was not able to add anything. Apart from raising a laugh when I said I had never seen real snow.

As I was an outsider it did give me a chance to observe the crowd. There were four distinct groups, Dave's male friends who he mostly attended school or university with. The second group were Dave's friends spouses, most were of similar age to their husbands and there appeared to be a...I don't know maybe dislike, or distrust, or it could be disinterest from them towards the much younger Melissa. When we had arrived there had been lots of air kisses for her and Sal but now those two were seated by themselves away from the group.

Older men, no doubt John Beaufort's peers were the third group and then lastly their wives who were huddled around Helen Beaufort. She was sitting on a large chair and they were grouped around making the scene reminiscent of a queen holding court over her subjects. I grew tired of the group I was with, they had moved on from skiing to polo, and while I had seen a horse, I had never been on one.

I walked toward Melissa and Sal who were standing in front of a large table groaning under the weight of baby presents on top. When I got there John Beaufort led Melissa away to talk to his friends. As he did his hand, which had been on the middle of her back as he guided her through the crowd, slipped lower not obscenely so but lower none the less... I thought back to when we had arrived and Melissa had kissed his cheek, he had pulled her into a embrace. Something Melissa had said before popped into my head, "I'm sick of little and limp dicks." Hmmm.

Helen must have seen us standing alone so she came and took us over to her group. We were introduced around and Helen asked about our children, Melissa had given her some glowing reports. The ladies were soon swapping tales of their children so I happened to glance over to where Melissa and John where standing with the other older gentlemen. He had his arm around her shoulders and his other was on her baby bump. Melissa moved it away, but there was something about the scene, it was like he was showing her off. My brain began working on conspiracy theories but I was interrupted by Helen. 

"Tony, could you do me a huge favor?" 

"Certainly" I replied, unsure of what use I could be. 

"Ladies, could you make sure Sal is kept company?" It sounded like a question but there was no room for a negative answer. "Follow me Tony."

I fell into step beside her and we walked to the french door the waitresses were moving through. Just through the door was a man in a suit who I had noticed giving the waitresses directions and checking on the trays of canapés before they went to the guests.

"Tony, this is my personal assistant, Giles," Helen introduced us and we shook hands.

"We have to get some supplies to our boat before we go on a cruise around the harbor at sunset. David was supposed to help Giles. " Helen looked over and saw her son finishing of another glass of whiskey. "But, I'm afraid he won't be of any use so could you help Giles please."

"No problems Mrs..,sorry, Helen." It would be a relief to get away for a bit. 

I followed Giles through the door into the kitchen where the food and drinks were being prepared. Walking past the busy chefs, we came to a cool room door with a large trolley off to one side. Giles opened the door and pointed to a stack of cases of champagne, beer and wine in one corner.

"All of those have to go down first, then we will come back and get the food. Bring the trolley in and we can get started."

He turned out to be a very nice bloke and I found myself more at ease being with the staff than out on the balcony. We loaded what we could fit on the trolley then took it down in the lift. On the first level we wheeled past a large indoor pool before going back out into the sun again on a cement path that led to a marina berth with two boats tied up to it. 

"We'll unload this lot on the dock, then you go back and get the rest while I load it into the boat." Giles said as we pushed toward them.

We unloaded them onto the edge of the dock and I stopped to have a look at the boats. The one we unloaded next to looked brand new, a chrome makers plate on the side said Riviera SY 6000. It was about sixty feet long and had the sleek lines of a speed boat. I looked at the balcony then back at the boat.

"Heh Giles, there's no way everybody is going to fit on there." 

"This is only the run about mate, the boat is out there." He pointed out into the harbor to a boat that looked like a small cruise liner.

"Holy shit!" I gasped, "one person owns the whole boat?"

"The only difference between the rich man and the poor man is the size of his toys," Giles said grinning. "You are right though, the Beaufort's don't own it outright, there's a syndicate of five. Three Americans and two Australians, it goes back and forth across the pacific in an endless summer."

"Wowsers, lifestyles of the rich and famous." I replied before pushing the trolley back to the house for the next load.

I got the rest of the drinks and once loaded onto the runabout we went to the boat. Luckily out there the crew had a small hoist, that saved us from anymore heavy lifting. Back at the house we loaded up again with food then went back out. When we came back this time there were people milling around on the lawn waiting to be ferried out. 

"Do you want to be on the first trip?" Giles asked.

"No mate, I'll wait for Sal."

"Could you take the trolley back up, I'm the designated driver today." He tapped the wheel as he spoke.

"Yeah, sure thing."

John Beaufort was standing on the dock organizing the first load of passengers, we pulled alongside and Giles and I tied it up. Standing on either side of oncoming guests we gave the elderly gents and their wives a hand to get in. I got out when they were all in and wheeled the trolley back into the house. Helen was in the kitchen dispensing cash to the excess wait and kitchen staff.

"Tony you are a saint, we would never have got on the water in time without you."

"No problem Helen, I'm more at home working than socializing."

"Well I owe you one," she said, placing her hand on my shoulder, "and I always pay my debts. No more work for you today and I'll make it my mission to see you have a good time. Melissa and Sal are still on the balcony, my those girls can talk."

I went out to find them but only Melissa was there.

"Where's Sal?" I asked.

"Gone to the bathroom, why don't you come and sit next to me? We haven't had any alone time." She patted the lounge seat next to her.

"This one here is my best option." I replied as I sat in an armchair to her left.

"Funny boy, I won't bite, hmm, unless you request it." Melissa giggled at my discomfort.

Looking around to check we were still alone I decided to return a little discomfort. "So which one is John, little or limp?"

The smile crumpled momentarily and was replaced with uncertainty before a hesitant smile returned again. "You shouldn't take everything I say so literally," she said.

"What did you say?" Sal chirped behind me.

I turned and saw her smiling, her cheeks were flushed, drinking champagne in the sun had her tipsy.

"Oh, he just took a joke I said to heart, that's all," Melissa laughed. "Come on you two or we will miss the last boat ride."

"I don't think they would leave you behind," Sal said.

We went down and joined the stragglers waiting for Giles to return. The rest of the night was a lot of fun, cruising on Sydney Harbor at night was spectacular, for Sal and I anyway. After the sight-seeing we moored near Manly and had a sit down dinner then a band kicked off. Helen was attentive, hovering around us to make sure we were alright. Sal and Melissa continued to be joined at the hip so Helen asked me if I would be her partner in a dance. We cut the rug for a song then Helen whispered conspiratorially in my ear.

"Could I ask another favor?"

"You can certainly ask," I replied again, unsure what I could do.

"John and his friends have retired for port and cigars, but their wives would kill for the chance to be squired around the dance floor by a young hunk like you... Would you mind if I filled your dance card for the night?

I looked across at Sal who was still talking to Melissa then back at Helen. "Okay, but I may have to reserve a few for my wife." 




Reunion Ch. 03



"Of course, thanks Tony, I'm going to owe you again."

"The cruise and the dinner are payment enough." 

I was surprised how fast the night went, I was dancing all the time. The ladies may have been a bit older but they were very grateful. Only two took liberties with my person, one grabbing my crotch as I swung her into a dip. Melissa and Sal both saw it and laughed, I gave Sal the save me look and she came and cut in.

"I should have left you with her as punishment for ignoring me all night."

"Me ignore you? The only time you're not talking to Melissa you're looking for a refill."

"Are you calling me drunk?"

"I hope so, how else am I going to take advantage of you?"

"You're incorrigible!"

The music stopped and I walked Sal back to her chair, Melissa was clapping demurely.

"Is it my turn country boy?"

"You'll have to wait your turn, Melissa dear, his dance card has been stamped for the next half hour." Helen interrupted from behind me. I turned around, "Tony, this is Melanie Salnger." 

I took the proffered hand and we made our way on to the dance floor. After half an hour the band took a break and Helen took me back to Sal.

"Thank you Tony, you have made many of my friends' night, maybe even their year. Sal I'm sorry I have monopolized your husband, you can have him back now."

"I haven't even noticed he's been gone," Sal slurred, and Melissa gave a little chuckle as she sipped her iced water. Melissa was up as soon as the band was back and dragged me back on the dance floor. It was like dancing with an octopus, at every opportunity she pressed against me and her hands were always drifting toward forbidden zones. Sal cut in occasionally but she was just as much of a handful although the problem with Sal was keeping her vertical. Luckily the band only played for another twenty minutes before calling it a night 

The boat was nearing its mooring point so Helen began organizing the first load of party goers to be taken back to shore. Melissa, John and Helen said goodbye as the guests went down the steps to the runabout. Dave was out cold in one of the cabins of the boat. As Melissa had to stay untill the end we did too. Sal was very cuddly as she often is when she is three sheets to the wind.

On the last trip back there was only John, Helen, Melissa, Giles, Sal and myself. We left Dave to sleep it off on the boat. Helen offered for us to stay at their house but although tempted we had to get away early the next morning so it was best to go. Melissa had been on iced water all day and night so she drove, Sal got in the front and I sat in the back. We hadn't even reached the first traffic light on New South Head Rd and Sal was snoring softly. Melissa helped me get her out of the car and to the lift. Once on the right floor I slung her over my shoulder and carried her the rest of the way until I placed her gently on the bed.

Sal mumbled some gibberish then rolled over and the snoring commenced again. I got changed into my pajamas and went to brush my teeth. I didn't realize Melissa had come in until she cupped my balls from behind as I bent over to spit in the vanity sink.

"Jesus Christ! What are you doing?" I jumped away in surprise.

"You're a big boy, surely I don't have to draw diagrams." Melissa kept advancing on me, she was wearing a pair of panties but that was all.

"No, you're pregnant, that was the deal so it's over."

"Come on, just once more for old times sake." 

"Sal's in the next room!" I dodged her as she got close and moved to the other side of the room.

"She's passed out, I've been pouring drinks down her throat all day, there is no way she will wake up."

"That's beside the point, you've got nothing to hang over me now."

"You're giving up this," she placed her hands under her breasts and pushed them together and pouting, "for missy?"

"In a heartbeat!" I turned to leave.

"Tony," Melissa called after me, "remember, I always get my way!"

I went into the bedroom and climbed into bed with the comatose Sal. The next morning Sal rolled over groaning, "ohhh, I think I'm going to die."

I put my arm across her to pull her close but she batted it away. "Don't, or I'll throw up on you. God, my head is pounding. Did you smack me around last night?"

"No, I can assure you that your ailments are entirely self-inflicted." I said with a smile.

"Why are you so chirpy? You had some drinks last night."

"Yes, but I was up dancing for most of it while you tried to drown yourself in a vat of Dom Perignon."

"Oh yes, that's right, Mr Good Samaritan. Did you get any numbers scratched onto the back of their pension cards?" Sal tried to laugh but it quickly turned to another groan. "Ohhh, I can't laugh it hurts my head," she explained.

"There were only a few inappropriate advances, maybe I should have taken it further, I would have got more there than I did here last night." 

"Poor little baby missed out on a bit of loving," Sal sounded like she was talking to a very small child. "Anyway, I'm sure with Dave passed out Melissa could have helped you."

"That's not funny," I said sharply, "she tried to come on to me again last night."

"She's just teasing you, you know she loves watching you squirm."

"You weren't there."

"Come on Tony, you're letting her get to you, she is just playing you like a fiddle. Just ignore her." I didn't reply, "I'm going to have a shower, I need to rehydrate."

Sal got up left the room, I stayed in bed. Rolling over and tried to get back to sleep. I was not quite asleep or awake when Sal came back. I rolled onto my back but kept my eyes closed. I could hear her pad around the room. Her weight settled on the bed beside me and her hand found its way to my crotch, lightly scratching my cock through the sheet. I was woken from my torpor by a screech from the door.

"What the fuck are you two doing?"

My eyes flew open as I took in first Sal at the door wrapped in a towel, then looking beside me a pouting Melissa.

"I didn't..." I spluttered, "I thought it was you, she didn't say anything...I didn't..."

Sal's stern face dissolved into laughter and Melissa joined in.

"What's...what's going on?" 

"Ahh, the look on your face," Sal got out between guffaws.

"Instant Mr Floppy," Melissa added she was laughing so hard she was crying.

"Fuck both of you!" I said bouncing out of bed and storming out of the room to the bathroom.

I had a shower and calmed down a bit, I suppose it was funny but I didn't think Melissa needed any encouragement. I went back to the room, got dressed and packed my bag.

When I got to the kitchen Melissa and Sal were eating some croissants and drinking coffee.

"Have you calmed down? It was just a joke," Sal said.

"I didn't find it very funny." I replied curtly. 

"Oh come on Tony, it's not as though we haven't done a lot more than that." Melissa added but I didn't bother to reply.

Sal stood up and gave me a hug, "I'm sorry...the look on your face was hilarious though."

Both girls got the giggles again, which didn't help my mood.

"Sit down honey and I'll get you some breakfast."

Sal placed me in a chair and fussed over me but every now and then the girls would look at each other and dissolve into laughter again. Melissa's mobile rang, it was Dave looking for a ride home. I gave Sal a nod and we went to get our bags and prepare to head for home. Coming back into the kitchen Melissa was still on the phone and from the side of the conversation we could hear it had become heated.

"...well I guess you are just going to have to stop drinking so much."

"I told you we tried to wake you but you were passed out."

"Why would I want a drunken dickhead in my bed?"

"All right, all right! I'll be right over."

She pressed the end button then slammed the phone down on the table.

"Fucking men!" She swore, "present company excluded of course."

"We've got to get going anyway, we can walk down to the cars together if you'd like." Sal said, putting her hand on her friends shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere, he can wait for a bit, it won't hurt him."

"Okay, but we will take off anyway, it's a four hour drive." Sal continued.

Melissa stood and they embraced, Sal stepped back and Melissa made a beeline for me. The smirk was back on her face as she pressed herself against me.

"Sorry for laughing," she said loudly, then more quietly just for me, "next time you can make me scream."

I didn't rise to the bait, once she released me I moved to Sal's side and picked up our bags. I drove and Sal slept off her hangover on the way home. The children were excited to see us and kept their tired parents awake for longer than we wanted to be when we got home. When we finally hit the hay we lay holding each other, Sal was already half asleep when I asked her about my conspiracy theories.

"Did you hear Dave saying my baby?"

"It's just an expression Tony," Sal replied sleepily.

"He sounded very definite," I argued.

"Go to sleep Tony."

"And did you see her with her father? He was very hands on."

"Tony!" Sal barked in exasperation, "I don't care, I doubt we will see them until the next reunion so it doesn't matter. Can I please go to sleep?"

"Sure hon, night."

For a week it appeared Sal was right, then the following Monday my fears were proved right. I was in the lunchroom for morning tea when I saw the light flashing on my mobile to signal I had a message. I didn't take it into the workshop for two reasons. One so I wouldn't be distracted by it and more importantly so I didn't break it. 

When I activated the screen there were two messages, both from the same unknown number. I opened the first and found it was a photo, I clicked to download it then got my sandwich out.

"Holy shit! Is that Sal?" An apprentice blurted out looking at the screen of my phone that was face up on the table.

I grabbed the phone a recognized the two breasts in the picture taken from a reflection in a mirror. "No, it's not Sal," I said testily.

"Who is it then?"

"It's just a mate playing a joke." 

"Tell your mate she can play a joke on me anytime!" He said with a laugh.

I gave him a look to say I didn't find it funny. Holding the phone closer this time I opened the second one and was relieved to find it was a text.

Missing me yet :) M

I decided to ignore the provocation, shutting my phone down and putting it away. I checked again before I left after work but there were no more. Tuesday was quiet but Wednesday lunch time there were two more from the same number. This time I waited until after work before I opened them. It followed the same pattern, the first one was a picture taken from her point of view of her shaved pussy. It was titled, 

Lil puss is missing you! :)

The message was longer than the last, 

Hi stud, I'm still missing you! I'll be home in two weeks can't wait to c u. 

Ignoring this wasn't working so I replied, asking her to stop sending me messages and that I was going to show Sal. On my way home my phone pinged again. Once I'd pulled into our driveway I checked it, two more messages.

Don't do anything rash, after all you started it.

The second was a picture, this time it wasn't of her, it was something I knew intimately, my hard cock. Taken in the motel months before over my shoulder, my work pants clearly visible. Walking inside I decided I couldn't tell Sal, not yet anyway. She would just think that Melissa was winding me up. Or worse her insecurities may kick in and she could think something was going on.

There were two more messages Thursday, a full nude picture taken in the bathroom, baby bump prominent with a caption.

Little Tony.

Then a straight message.

Mum and Dad are going to the theatre on the Saturday night, we could have the house to ourselves.

I decided to play along, she had leverage but I had a theory that could turn the tables. The more I thought about it the more I was sure there was something weird going on in the Beaufort family. I'm fairly sure that both Dave and his dad were putting it to Melissa. On top of that I'm sure they both considered themselves the father of her unborn child. Who knows what the fuck was going on between Helen and Giles. 

If I could get confirmation that father and son were playing in the same garden then I might have some leverage of my own. I doubt either would like to know a humble welder/mechanic was the father of "his" child. Along with that, I was sure Melissa wouldn't want them to know, her future in high society may well depend on it.

I was really surprised she was pushing her luck, she had the heir her husband and father seemed to want desperately, why risk it for a bit on the side with me. I'm sure part of it was to mess around with Sal. I had to try and not let it happen, even if it meant playing along for a bit, giving her enough rope to hang herself with.

It turned out I was handed the perfect alibi for Saturday night, a fourth year apprentice had gotten a girl in trouble and the shotgun wedding was the Friday of the following week. There was a bucks night on Saturday night, I hadn't intended to go, but first thing Friday morning I told the guys I'd wrangled a leave pass. 

At lunchtime I got another message from Melissa inquiring if I was going to be joining her. I confirmed I would be, my phone pinged straight away as she asked what time. The buck's party started at six thirty, I would have to put in an appearance and then sneak off. I sent back seven thirty and stop texting me! Five minutes later it pinged again, this time it was another picture Melissa had written OK on her bum cheek in lipstick and taken a photo of it.

Later in the evening at home I casually bought up the bucks night after we'd eaten dinner. I explained that I'd thought I should go and make sure they don't get up to anything too dire.

"And who is going to make sure you don't get up to anything?" Sal asked mocking me.

"I know I would get into too much trouble if I did," I assured her.

"Just you remember that," she chuckled, playfully placing her hands around my throat.

The next night I had an early dinner with the family before heading off to the hotel the bucks night was kicking off at. When I arrived the buck was already in drag and sporting the ultimate buck accessory, a ball and chain. I bought the boys a round, making sure to ask for a nip of vodka in the buck's beer. His best defence tonight would be to pass out early. 

After two drinks I snuck out the back way and walked around to where my truck was parked. I was just unlocking the driver's side door when a figure emerged from the shadows of a nearby shop front and headed toward me.I didn't recognize the body shape and the figure made no attempt to call out to me, just kept coming. My heart rate lifted as the fight or flight scenarios played out in my head. I balled my fists and stood as tall as I could, the intruder slowed and his hands came up, palms open and forward.  

"Easy big guy, I just want to talk." I recognized the voice and when the figure stopped under a street light I saw a familiar face.

"Giles? What the fuck are you doing here?"



Reunion Ch. 03



Melissa could hardly wait to call Jason and Karen. She was eager to tell them the news that Gary had agreed to meet them and participate in some play with them. She had already made up her mind after the session with them following the school reunion dinner that she would return to their house, their "dungeon", to perhaps join in with their other friends in some openly kinky sex. However, after opening up to Gary last night and having him agree to participate with her, she was ecstatic. Finally, after all this time of having to exercise her sexuality away from him, he finally seemed to want to join her. This is something she had been wishing for ever since she was given a "hall pass" from him and his adopting the cuckold role in their relationship. She found that quite erotic in many ways, but in truth would much rather see him as her equal in their sexual adventures. She never liked that he stayed to himself and virtually pushed her into being with other men. Yes, she did enjoy the variety of the other men, but she wanted Gary with her to share the experience as a couple.

She decided to call Jason rather than e-mail him. It would give her much better opportunity to discuss the next step. She was glad Jason picked up on the second ring. She didn't mind the thought of talking to Karen, but she felt more comfortable speaking with Jason.

"Hi Jason. This is Melissa," she said happily. "I wanted to talk to you this morning about a few things that I hope will be good news for you as well as me."

"Ah, Melissa," Jason responded. "I was going to call you a little later to make sure you got home ok last night. Was Gary upset that you came in late? Did he have a lot of questions? Did he give you a hard time?"

"No hard time at all. He knew I'd be late. As for questions about my activity, he always likes to hear the details. He gets off on hearing about my adventures, and last night was no exception. I was tired, but I told him everything, and it turned him on like crazy. In fact, I think I've finally convinced him that he should join in with my little adventures."

"Seriously? That's fantastic Sweetie," Jason said with a smile in his voice. "Do you really think he's ready? Do you think he'll follow through or back out."

"I think he's really up for it after I told him about you and Karen, and how easy going you are. He already knows that I know you from the past. I think until now, he may have been put off by the idea of being with strangers, but somehow my knowing you since our school days seems to make it easier for him to accept. Plus, I told him that you and Karen seem happy to take a couple of newbies under their wing."

Jason laughed out loud. "I hardly think that we're the professors of kink, but I'm sure Karen will be happy to help mentor some interested folks."

Melissa asked, "You said you had some other friends that you played with. Perhaps we could join you sometime if that's ok."

"Melissa," Jason answered. "Don't misunderstand, but I'm not sure he, or even you are quite ready for that. You said that your experiences have been with a few other men one at a time. I'm not sure you're ready for a real party, and I'm pretty sure it might be too much for Gary. I think perhaps we should just keep it to us guys for the time being till we see how Gary does. Then maybe we can consider other options."

"OK, I get it," she responded. "You're probably right. So when would be a good time for us to come over and test the waters?"

"Well, this coming Saturday night is free, You guys could come over for some snacks and drinks. That way Gary can get to know us, and us him. If all seems comfortable, we can spend the evening down in the play room. We'll need to try to get a feel for what Gary's up for and what he's like. Karen is good as sizing up people, and I promise we won't be too rough with him. We'll just keep it relatively mild and friendly, but kinky enough to get him onboard. How does that sound?"

"It sounds perfect," Melissa answered her heart pounding with anticipation. "But I don't want it too vanilla. I think Gary's ready for a bit more after what I've told him about me, and he's not completely naïve about such things."

"OK," Jason responded. "We'll plan to see you about six, and we'll let the evening progress naturally."

Melissa hung up, and went to tell Gary who was coming in from getting the morning paper. She outlined the plan for next Saturday and both of them were so turned on by the thought of it that they started to hug and fondle right there in the kitchen. Before either of them realized it, they were both naked and Melissa was bent over the kitchen table as Gary pounded his cock into her wet pussy. Melissa was surprised but also very happy about the effect that the news of a potential evening with another couple had on Gary's libido. He had not flat out ravaged her like that for a long time.

The following Saturday evening as they drove to their little party, Melissa kept reassuring Gary that Jason and Karen were really great people. Gary kept insisting that he believed her, and that all was fine and to stop worrying about him. In many ways he really was looking forward to this erotic opportunity, but he still had slightly odd feelings knowing that Jason was not only the first person to ever have sex with Melissa years ago, but also had sex with her and so did his wife just a week before. Would that feel too strange to him? For a long time Gary knew of Melissa's adventures with other men and felt an erotic jolt just hearing her describe them, but tonight would be the first time he actually met one of them or saw her doing it. He too would be expected to join in, but what if his nerves got to him and he couldn't perform? He kept telling himself that no matter what, he was going to enjoy and relish the experience. The worst thing that happened is that he was simply an observer, and that wasn't a bad idea unto itself.

Jason and Karen met Melissa and Gary with big smiles as they welcomed them in to their home. They shared some wine and light snacks, and talked about things in general to get acquainted just like any couple who were meeting for the first time. Gary had to admit to himself that he felt more comfortable with their hosts than he had even anticipated. They were both very intelligent and pleasant and not pushy or "rowdy". If you had met them at a function at a church or school or another party, you'd never suspect that they were into kinky sex, and that they had invited you over to share an evening of uninhibited fucking and sucking. Gary had to smile to himself at the thought.

After a few glasses of wine and everyone was feeling more comfortable, Jason broke the ice.

"Karen and I are really glad that you guys wanted to come over and share a little play time with us," he said. "Melissa had a great time with us after the reunion last week, and we both think she's fantastic."

Gary wasn't sure how to respond. "I think she's pretty fantastic too. But, I think she's always been a bit more adventurous than me."

Karen spoke up. "Well, perhaps tonight will change that. Melissa told us that she's been hoping that you would join us in some erotic fun and play, and that you seem to be more interested than perhaps you had been in the past. Believe me Gary, once you enjoy the thrill of some shared sexual adventure with Melissa, your whole world will open up. The way you think about her and your relationship will take on a whole new meaning. Years back when Jason and I decided to take the first step, we found it so liberating, and we've never regretted it. We could never go back to the way we were."

There was a moment of silence to let her comment register, and then Melissa spoke up. "I explained to Jason and Karen that you even though you were really interested in joining us tonight. But they also understand that this is quite new for you. Believe me; they just want to make it a good experience. I think you can trust them to respect your limits yet still let you feel the erotic jolt of it."

"She's right," Jason added. "We aren't about to do anything that would hurt you or push you too much. We want your first steps to be positive. Our aim is to have you experience and enjoy the erotic power, and want to continue joining us."

"I do understand," Gary said. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be here. But you do have to understand that this is not something I've been part of first hand. I've only experienced it through Melissa tell me about some of her experiences."

Jason leaned forward a little. "I understand. I know that Melissa has told you about our time together last week, and that she's told you about some of the other experiences she's had with men other than you. But, this is not like being in a cuckold role hidden away from the activity. You'll be part of it yourself and sharing in it. I take it that you've never watched your wife have sex with another man, or woman for that matter. You've listened to her recount it and you've imagined it in your mind, but trust me, actually seeing her with another man inside her, in her mouth, experiencing a range of sensual, sexual sensations and perhaps having an orgasm with another man is quite a different thing. Some people have a tough time with it, at least at first. But then, you learn that it really opens your eyes and mind, and the erotic high is just hard to describe. I assume it's the same when a wife watches her husband doing the same things with another woman yet knowing that it's not some sort of cheating or secret thing going on behind her back. It's a type of sharing of intimacy that not a lot of people experience, or could accept experiencing. However, once you taste of it, you have an appetite for it. Karen and I have learned to have a whole other level of appreciation for each other's sexuality. Try to understand that Gary, and let your mind open up to the experience."

Karen crossed the room and sat next to Gary and began rubbing his thigh from the knee to his crotch saying, "He's right Gary. Just relax and let yourself ride on the experience. The less you think about it, and the more you just let it happen, the more wonderful it will be."

Gary's heartbeat became faster. He felt more than a little odd with Karen practically rubbing his dick while Melissa sat next to him. However, he told himself that Melissa was with these people last week and she certainly didn't seem to be upset with Karen's hand where it was and having the effect on him that it was having.

Melissa took Gary's hand. "Honey, trust me. Come along with me. Be part of who I am. Let's go and show you their play room. I know you've never seen anything like it."

They all got up and went down to the basement club room where Karen retrieved the hidden key, and opened the well-camouflaged door. She turned on the subdued red light as they entered. Gary looked around trying to take it all in just as Melissa done the first time she entered. The shackles on the one wall facing the door, the mirrored wall behind him, the bench/bed in the center of the room, the D-rings in the floor and the suspension hooks in the ceiling. Nobody said anything. They simply let Gary look around. He felt his stomach doing little flips, and his knees got a little shaky. He tried to imagine Melissa in this very room with them last week, naked, shackled, spanked, flogged, fucked.

Karen approached Gary, put her arms around his neck and kissed him, pleasantly at first, but with increasing passion. At the same time Jason was doing the same with Melissa as his hands roamed over her breasts and ass. Her hands found Jason's crotch, and slowly rubbed what Gary could see was a growing bulge. No sooner had he seen this when he felt Karen's hands doing the same, rubbing slowly and cupping his balls through his jeans. Gary's hands instinctively went to Karen's breasts and down her belly to find her crotch. As he applied pressure, her kiss became more passionate and her tongue licked at Gary's lips and coaxed them open. He wasted no time responding. Both of their breathing increased in depth and rate. Gary was responding quite eagerly, and his cock was ready to burst out of his pants when Karen pulled away and sat on the padded bench.

"Take your clothes off Gary," she said. "I want to see you naked and vulnerable."

Gary looked around to see that Jason and Melissa had stopped. Melissa was looking at him as Jason started removing her clothes. In just a few minutes, both she and Gary were naked while Jason and Karen remained fully clothed. No words were spoken as Gary and Melissa were shackled against the wall facing toward it, their backs and buttocks exposed. Gary looked a little nervous. 

Melissa whispered to him, "Just relax and go with it. All will be fine."

Karen spoke, "Melissa knows the drill. If either of you feel like you need to stop and think, say 'code yellow'. We'll stop and negotiate. If you feel a real need to stop, say, 'code red' and that will call a halt to everything. Melissa knows she can trust us so consider that before reacting too quickly. We won't gag you so you'll be able to communicate with us. Unless you have any questions, from this point on, you will do as told and let your mind remain open to what you see, hear, and feel. OK?"

Gary nodded the affirmative. Melissa did the same.

Before either could say or do anything else; SMACK! Karen's hand fell with a solid slap to Gary's right butt cheek. In a second, her hand landed on the left with a loud SMACK! Almost simultaneously, Jason's hand came down hard on Melissa's ass cheeks. Melissa drew in her breath. Gary gave a little yelp. He had never been spanked before. He had never known the helplessness of being bound and feeling someone take advantage of him this way. He told himself that if Melissa could do it, so could he. 

Again, SMACK! SMACK! After a few minutes, Gary found himself anticipating the sting of Karen's hand on his flesh, but somehow, he also found it arousing and erotically thrilling to be at this woman's mercy. He had to trust that she knew what she was doing.

"You like that don't you?" Karen hissed into Gary's ear. "You like knowing I can do whatever the hell I want to you don't you? Answer me! You think I just want to hear myself talk!"

"Yes. Yes I'm at your mercy," Gary exclaimed.

"MA'AM! You little worm. MA'AM to me!" she hissed through her teeth as she smacked his ass again. "And you like seeing that little slut wife of yours get her ass burned too don't you? You've wanted to burn her slut ass yourself for the other men she's fucked, but you didn't have the balls. You're just a wimp worm and want us to do it for you. But guess what? We don't want her to stop being a slut. We love her being a slut. And you do too. You're going to have a good time watching her be a slut. Maybe then you'll get some balls. Then maybe she'll respect you. Well? Am I right you little worm dick?"

"Yes ma'am," Gary exclaimed. "Yes ma'am".

With that, both Karen and Jason went back to the cabinets. They took off their clothes. Jason put on a black leather vest and something like a leather jock/g-string.. Karen put on black leather harness bra open in front to show her proud nipples. She also put on stiletto heel boots. Jason remained barefoot. While they watched and waited, Gary's ass burned and "itched". He wanted to rub it, but his hands were shackled. He assumed Melissa must feel the same, but he knew she was used to it. 

Melissa whispered to Gary, "Are you doing ok?"

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" Jason commanded. "You little slut, you especially know better than that."

With those words Jason strode over with a leather flogger in his hands and lashed across Melissa's butt and back and thighs. In seconds, Karen was doing the same to Gary. The flogger felt different than the spanks. Like a thousand little bee stings each time it found its mark. Gary could see that Jason was bringing the flogger up between Melissa's legs to make sure she felt it on her asshole and pussy. He hoped Karen didn't have the same intent for him, but no sooner had he thought that than he felt the sting of the flogger on his balls. He gave a yelp as his scrotum pulled up in self-defense. 

Karen put her mouth next to his ear and whispered aggressively, "You ok? You aren't going t wimp out on me are you Mr. Pussy."

"No ma'am," he answered. He was determined to hang in if his wife could.

A few more swats with the flogger, and Gary was released. Melissa was also released but turned to face outward and her wrists and ankles were re-shackled. Jason handed the flogger to Gary and commanded, "You do it. Use it on her tits and pussy."

Gary's eyes met Melissa's. He hesitated not sure what do to. Jason grabbed the flogger back from him and lashed it across her breasts, her thighs, and up between her legs.

"LIKE THAT!" he commanded as he handed it back to Gary. Gary hesitated again and he felt the sting of Karen's flogger across his ass. 

"Come on Mr. Pussy! Do it, or you'll get more from me!" Karen demanded.

Gary slapped the flogger across Melissa's breasts fairly easily. He had never done anything like this to his wife. He wasn't sure how she would react. Karen slashed her flogger across his ass and cock again.

"Come on! Give it to her!" Karen commanded. "She wants it. She needs it. She knows she's a bad girl. She's been out there sucking other guys' cocks and spreading her legs to let them fuck her sweet wet cunt while you sat home jerking your meat. Show her who's the fucking boss in your house! Show her you have a pair of balls between your legs. She wants it. Give her what she wants from you."

Gary slashed hard across Melissa's breasts hard enough to make her wince. Again. Again. Then he lashed it up between her legs. Melissa looked at him. But there wasn't anger in her eyes that Gary saw. It was almost love, respect. Yes, this is what she had wanted from him. It's what had sent her to those others. He understood, and brought the flogger up between her legs and across her breasts again, and yet again. She never broke contact with his eyes. She did not protest.

Finally, Jason and Karen stopped him and before he knew it, he was being shackled again against the wall. He watched as Karen was released. Would she be handed the flogger to use on him? No. Karen and Jason brought feathers and a small hand rake and that funny wheel that Melissa had told him about. "Oh God," he thought to himself. "Do they know how ticklish I am?" 

They handed the Wartenberg wheel to Melissa and told her to use it under Gary's arms, along his thighs, and down to his feet. Jason had started using the small rake on the soles of Gary's feet which bought screams and shaking and straining against his restraints. Karen used a stiff feather around his balls, up his ass crack, into his ears and nose, and under his chin. Gary screamed at the top of his lungs and strained against the shackles. He thought he would go insane, but he was determined to not let Melissa see him fold. She had told him they did this to her, and he wasn't about to let himself fall short. The sensations of millions of bugs crawling on him coupled with the intense tickling of his soles and the point of the feather probing his private areas was almost more than he could stand, and he prayed it would stop. He was almost in tears, not from pain, but from the helplessness of being probed and tickled to the point of exhaustion. He feared he would lose control of his bladder. It was almost an out of body experience as he heard his screams and laughter and pleading echo off the walls of the play room. He looked in the mirror across from him and he met his own eyes as he saw the three others doing such sadistic tickling to this helpless naked man. It almost seemed surreal as he realized that the helpless naked man was him.

Finally it stopped. Karen said, "Oh my. It looks like all this attention has made Mr.Pussy lose his boner. I'll have to see if I can fix that."




Reunion Ch. 03



We talked a couple of times during the week by phone, but I stayed off the subject of sex. I played it cool, and that Saturday night I found myself on her stoop again. Since I didn't know what she was serving, I was carrying a bottle of red and a bottle of white. 

This time, Katie answered the door, and there was a young man standing behind her in the living room. Her greeting was friendly, if not a little stiff. I wasn't sure whether she didn't like me, or she just lacked the social graces that came so natural to her sister and mother. 

"Uncle Dan this is Ryan," she introduced us as I entered the house. 

"Hi Ryan," I smiled. He was a big guy, even taller than my six-foot frame, and he struck me as being very reserved. 

"Hi," was all he said. 

"Mom is in the kitchen," Katie continued. 

"Well let me go in and say hello." I excused myself and walked past them on my way to the kitchen. 

Trish was leaning against the kitchen counter a glass of wine in her hand and talking to Aileen and a young boy. 

"Oh Hi," Trish's face lit up as soon as she saw me. Aileen smiled too, and the boy just stood there looking awkward. 

"Hi," I said as I held up the two bottles of wine. "I'm glad I brought two, since you have already started." 

"First of all," Trish said feigning indignation. "This is my first glass, and second of all, you are late. You were supposed to be here at seven." 

She walked around the kitchen table to greet me. She had on a floral print blouse over a white camisole type tee shirt and a denim skirt. Her blouse was conservative and the tee shirt showed just a hint of cleavage. 

"I know. I'm sorry," I said exasperated. "I got held up at work." 

"Look at you," she said as she approached me and brushed my hair with her hand. "You're all windblown." 

"I had all of the windows open in the car. I hate air conditioning." 

Trish gave me a kiss on the cheek, and before she moved away from me she whispered, "You look cute." 

I tried not to let the surprise and satisfaction show on my face. "All you ladies look very pretty tonight," I said looking around the room. Katie had come in the room behind me. 

"Uncle Dan," Aileen spoke up. "This is my friend Chaz." 

"Oh so this is the infamous Chaz," I said with an accusatory tone. 

"What?" The boy said surprised. 

"Uncle Dan!" Aileen was mortified. 

Trish had a big smile on her face seeing her youngest daughter in such a predicament. 

"It's nice to finally meet you Chaz," I said as I held out my hand. 

"It's nice to meet you too, sir." The boy shook my hand. 

"So what did you make for dinner?" I tried to break an awkward silence in the room. The two girls laughed, and Aileen almost spat out her drink. 

"Mom doesn't cook," Katie said sarcastically. 

"She doesn't even know where the stove is," Aileen added with glee. 

"That's not true, smart ass," Trish said with a tight smile. "I put the take-out in the oven to keep it warm." And with that we all laughed. 

"Okay, all of you comediennes help me get dinner out to the table," Trish instructed her girls. "You boys go sit in the dinning room. Dan," she addressed me with a warm smile." Do you want a glass of wine?" 

The six of us sat at the big dinning room table, with candles and a tablecloth, eating take-out on paper plates. So much for my classy sister. 

The conversation after dinner was entertaining with Trish and the girls monopolizing most of it. Ryan spoke, but only when Katie let him, and Chaz just looked intimidated by the whole situation. 

"So Chaz," I spoke up when the girls finally came up for air. "What are your intentions with my niece?" 

"Uncle Dan!" Aileen looked like she was going to crawl under the table. Trish, on the other hand, smiled contentedly, and Katie just looked stunned, but Ryan, of all people cracked a wry smile. 

"I don't know." Chaz said to me politely, and then he turned to Aileen. "What are my intentions?" 

Wow, I thought, I like this kid. He took an unenviable, awkward situation and turned it back on the girl, who undoubtedly had been pulling his chain. 

Aileen looked back at him contritely, "I don't know." 

I had been just looking to embarrass my niece and this boy, and now it turned out to be a touching moment. 

"Why don't you two excuse yourselves, and go out and talk," Trish said in her best motherly voice. "Katie, you and I can clear the table." 

"What do I do?" I asked sarcastically. 

"You just sit there, and try not to embarrass anyone else." 

After dinner Katie and Ryan said goodnight, for they were going out on a date. Aileen and Chaz were still out in the back talking. Trish and I sat in at the dinning room table and had some more wine. 

"Where are you staying now," Trish asked. 

"I'm renting a room not too far from here." 

"Only a room. Is money that tight?" 

"No nothing like that. It's walking distance to town, and close enough to the boys and mom." 

"You know, I have a separate apartment in the house." 

"I remember." 

"It's not much, but it's better than just a room. Do you want it?" 

"Don't you have someone in there now?" 

"I did, but I had to get rid of him." 

"I can't afford much until I know what the settlement will be." 

"Whatever you can afford. Whatever you give me is better than what I'm getting now." 

Now, several comments came to mind with the opening she had just given me, but they all sounded crude and juvenile in my mind, so I just gave a wink and a nod. 

"Thanks, that sounds great" The thought of being closer to her was tantalizing. With that, Aileen and Chaz came in from outside. 

"Hi," Aileen sounded happy. "Whatcha guys talkin' about." 

"I just offered Uncle Dan the apartment." 

"Wow! That's great!" Aileen actually sounded excited. "Remember the last guy we had. He was creepy. I couldn't sunbathe in the backyard, without wondering if he was spying on me." 

"I'm not creepy?" I asked tongue in cheek. 

"No, you just like to make people uncomfortable," Aileen remarked. 

"I'm sorry." 

"It's okay," Aileen said intently. "It was something that we needed to talk about." 

"So?" Trish asked. 

Aileen looked at Chaz, and he smiled back. "I guess that I have to talk to Justin." 

"Who is Justin?" I turned to Trish. 

"Justin is Aileen's boyfriend," Trish explained tolerantly. 

"Well if Justin is Aileen's boyfriend, then who the hell is Chaz?" I mocked. 

"Uncle Dan?" Aileen said exasperated. 

"Shut the hell up," Trish admonished me. 

With them gone for the night, it was only Trish and me. Once again, I felt nervous and gangling little like a kid alone with a girl for the first time. 

"Are you tired? Do you want me to go?" I asked her. 

"No!" She berated me. "Stay. I just need to clean up the kitchen." She got out of her chair and started for the kitchen, as I sipped at my glass of wine. 

"I could use a favor from you," she said turning around to me. "Up in my bedroom..." 

"I'm listening," I interrupted, canting my head for emphasis. 

She gave me a stern look. "My bedroom TV is on the fritz. I can't get anything but static." 

"Okay," I said, even though I was clueless about electronics. 

I went up to her bedroom, and found the TV remote. Her bed was the usual flowery thing with too many pillows, but I got a thrill just sitting on it. 

Within five minutes I had the TV up and running, and when she came into the room, I was lying on her bed watching an old movie. 

"What are you doing?" She asked astonished. 

"Watching a movie." She looked so pretty with her hand on her hip, and I felt so much anticipation lying on her bed, that my hand was trembling. 

"How did you get it to work?" She was still astonished. 

"Someone pushed the input button by mistake. It used to happen all of the time to our remote." I showed her the remote. "Come watch a movie with me." I patted the bed next to me. She tilted her head questioning me, but then she climbed on the bed and lay next to me. 

It was actually kind of sweet. The two of us lying there watching an old Bogart movie and holding hands. It felt so nice just to have her touch me, which she did repeatedly. 

I don't know if it was the wine, or maybe I was tired and had seen the movie so many times before, but the next thing I knew, I was fast asleep. I dreamed of her. I could smell her hair as I made love to her. 

I woke up to her nudging me. We were still in the bed, and the only light in the room was from the TV. She was lying on my arm with her head on my shoulder and her hair tickling my face. 

"What time is it?" I asked. 

"After two," she responded sleepily. As she looked up at me, her eyes searched for a sign. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable. I bent down and kissed her lightly. 

She didn't kiss me back, but she closed her eyes waiting for more. I kissed her again, but this time harder and longer. Her lips were as soft as butter, and they tasted as sweet. She kissed me back, and so I rolled over onto her as our lips became one. 

I could hear her breathing deeply as I held her in my arms; our lips joined together. I wasted no time, and stuck my tongue deep in her mouth. She didn't respond at first, but then I felt her tongue lightly comply. 

My cock was still hard from my dream of her, and I forced it against her, my leg sliding between hers. In her embrace, I felt short of breath and a yearning deep in my soul. I couldn't get enough of her. 

I broke our kiss, and slowly started kissing her ears, down her neck and then down her chest. She arched her back as my kisses got deep into her cleavage. My hand, wanting to feel her skin, slid under her blouse and tee shirt, and up against the flatness of her stomach. 

"Danny! I can't!" She stopped me cold. 

"What?" I was stunned. I didn't know what to do or what to say. 

"I just can't," she said as she broke away from me, got up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Besides, the girls will be home soon." She didn't look at me, she just looked at the wall. 

I got up myself, and sat on my edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," I said feeling that I had done something wrong. 

"I'm sorry too," she answered back hollowly. "Come on. I'll walk you to the door." 

"I'm sorry Trish." I apologized as I felt my heart in my mouth. 

"Just come on," she said in that same hollow voice and got up off of the bed. We walked down the stairs solemnly, and I had to feel that I had fucked up badly. 

We got to the front door, and she opened it up for me. She wouldn't look at me, and I felt like she was tearing the soul from my body. 

"Are you mad at me?" 

"No. No." She replied, and at last she looked up at me. I could see the sadness and torture in her eyes. "Wait. I want to give you some leftovers from dinner." 

"I don't want them," I said, my eyes pleading with her not to be mad. 

"No, I want you to have something." And she walked into the kitchen leaving me at the front door. It seemed like forever for her to come back, but she finally did with a plastic bag in her hand. I didn't want it, but I took it anyhow. Arguing about something so irrelevant was useless since she seemed so depressed. 

She kissed me goodnight, and it was a nice kiss, long and slow and her hand was on the side of my face when our lips parted. 

"Goodnight," I said 

"Goodnight," she answered, and I walked out her door. 

When I got back to my house I was so disgusted with myself that I almost threw out the leftovers in my landlady's garbage pail, but I didn't do it, and I don't know why. Maybe it was because I was too tired and depressed to walk all the way over to where the garbage cans were on the side of the house. 

Upstairs in my solitary room, as I was putting the plastic bag in my mini-fridge, I noticed that there was something else in the bag. I opened it and noticed an envelope with my name on it. 

I sat on the bed debating whether to open it or not. I figured that it was a letter or note from her. Women can get too verbose about these things, and talking about it sometimes kills it. I opened it anyhow. 

In the envelope were three pictures. Not just any pictures, but pictures of Trish, and she was dressed only in high heels and a thong. 

"Holy shit!" I said out loud as I held them splayed out like a hand of cards. They were amateur pictures, like someone would take with a personal camera, and then print on a household printer, but to me they were priceless. 

The first picture showed her with her back to the camera, and her arms folded in front, obviously holding her breasts. You could just glimpse her face as she turned her head coyly to her left. Her ass in that thong was just incredible. 

The next shot was more from the side, her face, unemotional, in profile, and her breast slightly covered by her hand. The last was full frontal with her breasts hidden by her left arm as her right hand toyed with her hair like a temptress. 

Each shot was perfect, each shot showed a different perspective of her, a different mood. Their appeal to me was indescribable. It wasn't just the sexuality; they were beautiful in a transcendent way, beyond sensuality. After how the night ended, it was a miraculous gift that she had given me 

I wanted to call her, but I was hesitant, I just texted her instead. 

"R u up?" I wrote. 

"Yes" was the simple reply, so I called her. 

"Hello," she answered with that sultry, sleepy voice. 

"Hi," was all that I replied. 

"I guess you found the pictures." 

"Yes, my God, they are wonderful." 

"Yeah, right." 

"Trish, you are so beautiful." 

"I didn't know whether to take them or not, and then when I did, I wasn't going to give them to you. I almost burnt them. Then after what happened tonight, I knew that you were mad at me, so I put them in the bag." 

"I'm glad you did. They are just incredible. And I'm not mad at you. I thought you were mad at me." I was looking at them as I lay in bed in my underwear. With her talking so low and sensually, and the images of her naked, I couldn't help myself. 

"I'm not mad at you. How could I be?" she asked. 

"I don't know." 

"You are looking at them right now, aren't you?" 

"What? Uhmm, yeah. Why?" 

"Because you sound distracted." 

"How could I not be." 

"You aren't doing something right now, are you?" 

I couldn't say anything. How could I admit to that. 

"I figured you would, but I don't want you to do it right now; while we're on the phone." 

"I can't help myself." 

"Well I'll hang up then." 

"NO. Please don't. I don't want you to hang up." 

"Then stop." 

"Okay." I did. 

"What do you want me to say?" She asked. 

"I don't know. What are you thinking?" 

"That it's not fair. I feel so empty inside. What are you thinking?" 

"I think that I know what I want." 

"Of course you do. You're like a child: you want what you want, when you want it. Never worrying. Never thinking of the consequences." 

"I'm sorry. I thought you wanted it too." 

"I do! God, do you think I would let you kiss me like that if I didn't want it," she said exasperated. "How did you learn to kiss like that?" 

"Lot's of practice with your girlfriends." 

She laughed in spite of herself. "Yeah, you probably did." 

"So you think that I'm a good kisser, huh?" 

"Better than a brother should be. But don't let it get to your head." 

"I want to kiss you right now." 

"Don't talk about it." 

"We are back to that?" 

"It's not going to work you know." 

"Why?" 

"Don't be naive. This can't possibly work. The best we can hope for is a few stolen moments. You know Aileen came home not a half-hour after you left. What would have happened if she came home and your car was parked in front? We were up in my room." 

"I guess that I'll have to park around the block next time." 

"Unless you moved into the apartment. Then it wouldn't matter." 

"I'll have to move in then." 

"The sooner the better. Why don't you come over tomorrow, and see the place." 

"What happened to: this won't work?" 

"It won't! But you make me do things that I know I shouldn't." 

"I hope so." 

"You are such a child, Daniel. Goodnight." 

"Goodnight Trish." 

"Oh Dan," she said before I hung up. 

"What is it?" 

"There is another picture that I didn't give you." 

"There is?" 

"Yes." 

"Of you?" 

"Yeah, and it's a bit more," she paused, "revealing." 

"Oh yeah? In what way." 

"I still have on the thong, but I'm not covering myself up." 

"Wow. When do I get to see that?" 

"We'll see." 

"What if we skip the picture and I see you in that thong, instead?" 

"Goodnight Dan." 

"Goodnight Trish." 

That night, while I slept, I had a dream about her. She crept into my bed and slowly she took out my cock and went down on me. I could almost feel her lips, soft and tender, as she took me in her mouth. It wasn't the first sex dream that I had had of my sister, but it was the first time there was a possibility that it could happen. 

The next day I called her, but I got no answer on her cell phone or her home number. I was anxious to see her, so I took a chance, and drove over. It was a hot and muggy fifteen-minute ride. 

I pulled up to a stop sign not far from her house, and I was about to make a left onto her block, when I noticed a woman jogging down the block. She was dressed in just a sports bra and yoga shorts with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. It's a look that I happen to find very sexy, and so I waited a few seconds for her to pass. 

To my surprise it was Trish. She must have been out for a run when I called. I looked straight at her hoping she would recognize me in the car, but she just stared straight ahead. She obviously thought that I was some sort of perv, but in retrospect, she would have been right. 

I made the left after she passed, and followed behind her slowly. Finally, I rolled up beside her and rolled down my window. 

"Hey lady, do you want a ride?" I asked in my best pervert voice. 

"Oh God, it's you. I thought it was some lunatic," she replied without breaking stride. "You come to see the apartment?" 

"Yes. Is that okay?" 

"Yeah, but I thought you would come later. Otherwise I would have taken my run earlier." 

"I'm glad you didn't." 

She looked at me puzzled. 

"I wouldn't have gotten to see you in your little running suit." 

"I know. I feel almost naked in this get up, but it's just so damn humid, I had to wear something I could breathe in." 

She ran into her driveway and I pulled in front of her house. As I walked up to her, she was bent over at the waist, trying to catch her breath. 

"Look at me. I look like a mess," she said between breaths. 

"You look wonderful," I said as I leered at her. 

"It's amazing that you find it so easy to say things like that to me. Like it's so damn natural for you to come on to me." 

"I'm sorry," I apologized. Sometimes I found it hard to read her mood. 

She walked up to me, put her hand on my forearm, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I know I'm giving you mixed signals. I like when you pay attention to me," she said to me only inches from my face. "I just can't be as flippant about this as you are." She smiled at me to reassure me that she wasn't mad. 

"I can't help it. You're just too sexy." 

"I'm sexy with my hair pulled back, no makeup, and sweating like a pig?" 

"Trish you are out here in little more than a spandex bra and panties." 

She looked down at herself as I also did. I could see her pubic mound pushing hard against the tight material of her shorts. 

"Now I really feel naked." We both laughed, and then I followed her inside. 

"Are the girls home," I said as I watched the tight muscles in her ass rock from side to side as she walked. 

"No they are at the beach." 




Reunion Ch. 03



"So we are all alone?" 

"Don't get any ideas, and stop checking out my ass." 

"How did you know I was checking out your ass?" I asked as we got to the basement door. 

"You're always checking out something these days. I was so embarrassed that day at mom's. You were staring at me right in front of everyone." 

"You know; we see things differently. I remember you giving me the puppy dog eyes." 

"I was just looking at you endearingly." 

"And that was the way I was looking at you." 

"My ass!" She said smiling at me. "Come on down." She started down the basement stairs in front of me. 

"You don't like it?" 

"I didn't say that," she said over her shoulder. "Just at the appropriate time." 

"When's the appropriate time?" 

"I don't know. I don't know," she said exasperated as she got to the bottom of the landing. 

The basement apartment was huge and open, with a sitting area to the right, complete with a leather sofa and easy chair, and a kitchen to the left, though it was little more than a microwave oven, a hot plate, and a very small sink. In the rear, as I had remembered, was the bedroom. 

"I don't know when it's the right time for a brother to leer at his sister," she continued. "Sometimes I wonder if this is just some kind of perverted sexual conquest of yours." 

I closed my eyes for a second, stunned at her accusation. "Is that what you think? That I just want to score you, and then I can tell all my buddies that I'm such a stud, I even seduced my own sister?" 

"No," she said contritely. "When you say it like that it sounds stupid." 

"It is stupid Trish. I love you." 

"I love you too Dan." I could tell that she felt ashamed of herself. 

"The bedroom's in here, right?" I started towards the back bedroom. She followed me into a very nice, comfortable bedroom, complete with a walk-in closet. It was perfect. 

I walked over and threw myself onto the bed. It had a sheet on it, but nothing else. 

"How's the bed?" 

"Very comfortable. Come check it out." 

"You're always trying to get me in bed." 

"What can I tell you?" 

She rolled her eyes, but then lay down next to me. "Actually this is very comfortable. I think this is a better mattress than the one I have." 

I rolled over to face her and used my hand as a pillow. 

"I'm sorry if I'm coming on too strong. I'll back off." 

"That's the thing. I don't necessarily want you to back off. I really don't know what I want. I just want you to act normal when people are around." 

"I think you know what you want, you're just afraid to admit it." 

She rolled over and faced me. "Is that what you think?" 

"Yes." 

"So subconsciously I just want to jump my brother's bones. Is that what you think?" 

"Let me see," I said and I tilted my head towards her and kissed her softly on the mouth. Again, she didn't kiss me back, but she didn't pull away either. I slid closer to her on the bed, put an arm around her, and pulled her tight. I kissed her again. This time she kissed me back, and kissed me passionately. 

"Why do you have to be such a good kisser?" 

"Is it because I'm a good kisser, or is it because you just like kissing me?" 

"A little bit of both, I think." 

We kissed again, but this time, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she answered right away. Her timidity was gone, replaced by passion. 

My hand rode over her side and then over her breast. She moaned a little as I did. I took that for a yes and pushed my hand under the tight elastic of her sports bra. 

"Oh god this is so hard." 

"Speaking of hard," I said as I ground my erect cock into her. 

"You're not earning any points talking that way," she said, but she opened up her legs and wrapped one around me. Now we were crotch to crotch, and she started to return my grinding. 

I pushed her bra up and over her tits, and was ready to slide down to take one in her mouth when she pushed away and sat up on the edge of the bed. 

"This is just too hard." 

Slowly I got up and sat next to her. She pulled the bra back down over her tits. 

"I don't know if I can do this. I love you and want you, and you're just so damn good looking, but then I look at you and my mind says, that this can't be. As much as I want to, I can't possible think that I can have a sexual relationship with my brother. 

"And don't say we're not having sex. When I'm half naked and we're grinding up against each other and you have your hand up my bra, that's sex. 

This isn't like having an affair. If we get caught the repercussions are unimaginable." 

"So we have to be careful." 

"That's just it, you're not very careful." 

I held her hand and didn't say much for a while. She was looking for me to say something, but I didn't know what to say. I wanted her desperately, but she was right. 

"Say something." 

"I don't know what to say Trish. You're right, this is sooo fucked up. But then I look at you and I know that I've never felt for anyone like I feel for you. I hate that stupid phrase 'soul mate', but I don't know how else to describe you. When I want to make love to you, it's because you are the woman I love." 

I don't know if what I said reached her, but it must have, because she lifted up my hand, kissed it, brushed my hair back in place, and then got up on her knees on the bed and straddled me. 

"If we're going to do this, it's at my pace and we're going to do what I feel comfortable with. Okay?" 

"Yeah sure." What else could I say? 

She put her hands on my shoulders, bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I reached up to hold her. 

"No-no! No hands." 

"What?" 

"I'm in charge, remember? If you can't touch me, then I'm in control." 

"Really?" 

"Yes really. If you don't like it, we can go back upstairs." 

I closed my eyes and shook my head out of sheer frustration, but I agreed. 

"Just pretend like you're in a strip club and your getting a lap dance. No touchie!" 

"What would you know about strip joints?" 

"I've seen movies." 

She was on her knees straddling me, and she started to rock her pelvis back and forth, grinding her crotch into mine. It was unimaginable torture, and yet it was sublime. 

"If we're in a strip joint, shouldn't you be topless?" 

She tilted her head and gave me a quizzical, tolerant look, but then she grabbed the bottom of her bra and pulled it over her head. Her breasts fell out playfully from her like the fantasy I always dreamed 

Let me take a moment to describe my sister's tits. They were larger than average, but not huge. They were round, not pointy, with just the hint of droop, and they had the prettiest areola's and nipples. They were just perfect, but I wasn't allowed to touch them. 

"Don't even think about it," she said as I leered at them. 

"Trish!" 

"If you start touching them, you will lose control and I will lose control, and then I will do something I will regret. Those are the rules," she said as she smiled at me and continued to grind on me. "Are they pretty?" 

"Yes." 

"You want to put your mouth on them, don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"I want you to put your mouth on them, but you can't." 

"You're killing me." 

"I know." She smiled deviously. 

"You know in some strip joints the women are totally naked." 

"They are?" She said it like she really didn't know, and I didn't know either, since I had never been to a totally nude club, but I knew they were out there somewhere. 

She thought about it for a while, and then consented. "If I take off my bottoms, will you obey the rules?" 

"Yes." Again, what were my choices? 

She got up off of me, which was torture not being near her, and she stripped off her spandex shorts and her thong panties. The thong panties surprised me, but what enchanted me was that she was shaved. She had just a thin strip of hair about her snatch. 

"Wait." I said before she climbed back on. I got up, ripped my shirt off and then pushed my pants and boxers down my legs. I then sat down with a big grin on my face. 

"I don't know if that's allowed." 

"You said I couldn't touch you with my hands. You didn't say anything about my other body parts." 

"Tricky, but I'll allow it." She then climbed back up on me and resumed her position. She lowered herself into my lap, and her pussy lay right on top of my cock. 

"You're right. This is better," she whispered as she started to grind on me again. 

The head and shaft of my cock slid between the lips of her pussy like they were made for this. I mean I was enjoying it, but she was enjoying it more. She was using the head of my cock to rub up against her clit, and for her it was ecstasy, but for me it was both wonderful and unbelievably frustrating. 

She kissed me slowly and lightly, just hovering slightly out of reach. 

"You're a tease," I said as both her sets of lips caressed my cock and my mouth. 

"I think you like it." 

"I'd rather be inside of you." 

Several times I almost entered her, but she was careful to not let that happen. 

After a few minutes she started to grind against me faster. I could feel the temperature of her skin rise. She closed her eyes and started to pant. 

She was absolutely intoxicating as she rocked back and forth, her tits bobbing in unison, as she worked herself into an orgasm. I felt both blessed, that I was watching her come, and cursed that I wasn't fucking her. 

"Grab my tits, Danny," she said, and I was finally able to hold them. 

"Harder." I clamped down on both of them as I lightly brushed her nipples with my thumbs. 

And then she just stopped and started to convulse on top of me. It seemed like it took forever, and if I wanted to, I probably could have counted each and every orgasm, but instead I just sat there mesmerized until she collapsed on top of me, he hair in my face. 

"Was it good?" I asked after she seemed to come to her senses. 

"Yes, very. Don't worry, you did good." 

"I didn't do anything." 

She smirked and then gave me a big kiss. "Yes you did. You were wonderful." 

"What do we do now?" I asked still hoping to get some. 

She sat back and looked down on my cock. "Oh god, you're still as hard as ever." 

"Ah yeah! And it hurts." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"I can think of a few things." 

"If I kiss it, will that make it feel better?" 

"Maybe." 

"Let's see," she said seductively, then got up off my lap and slid between my legs. I was sitting, yearning for her to take me in her mouth, but instead she really started kissing it, little tiny kisses on the head and shaft. 

"Oh god Trish, please don't tease me anymore. Put it in your mouth." 

She looked up at me. "Like this?" She said and smiled just before the head of my cock slipped between her lips. 

Exhausted, I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. I felt her climb up on the bed, and then her head was on my chest. 

"Do you still love me?" 

"More than ever." 

"Do you still want to take the apartment?" 

"More than ever." 

I felt her hand stoking my stomach. I could feel something in her, some kind of remorse or guilt. I knew I had to get her mind off of it. 

"What are you thinking?" 

"That I just had sex with my brother." 

"And?" 

"And what?" 

"Was it good. Was it what you expected?" 

"How do you know I was expecting something?" She asked looking up at me for the first time. 

"You weren't?" I asked accusingly. 

"Yeah I was." 

"So you've wanted me for some time now?" 

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Let's not get a big head just because your sister gave you a blow job." 

I pulled her up towards me so that I could kiss her and put my arms around her. The fact that I was lying naked in bed with my sister was not lost on me. 

"When was the first time for you?" 

"What do you mean, first time?" 

"The first time you realized that you were attracted to me." 

"I don't know Danny," she said with an awkward shyness. 

"I can tell you the first time for me, though I always thought you were the prettiest girl in Truman high school." 

"Oh yeah?" 

"But the first time for me was when we were pretty young, maybe twelve and thirteen, and we were laying on a blanket in the backyard, and you were in a bikini." 

"Yeah?" 

"And for some reason you gave me a hug. I think I did a favor for you, and I remember the feeling I got when I first felt your arms around me. It was something that I never felt before, and it was a long time before I felt it again." 

"Yeah?" 

"I never felt it again until that night you got drunk, and you gave me a big hug and a kiss on your front stoop." 

"Oh my god, not that night. I practically threw myself at you." 

"I don't remember that. I remember you being very affectionate, and letting me know you were interested. But you haven't told me your first time." 

"There was no first time, though I can remember feeling very jealous when you were taking Cindy Fogerty to the Senior Prom." 

"Cindy Fogerty was pretty hot, and she had some rack." 

"Nice." 

"But there was no first time?" 

"Well." 

"What? Tell me." 

"No. I can't" 

"Just tell me." 

"It's embarrassing." 

"Trish." 

"Okay, okay. It's just that I used to have a lot of dreams about you." 

"Sex dreams?' 

Again she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I would have these dreams about you, and it started me on a course that ended here." 

"In bed with me?" 

"Yes, naked in bed with my brother. I still can't believe we did this. This wasn't supposed to happen. You make me do crazy things." 

I rolled over on top of her because I was starting to get horny again. "Why don't we do something else crazy." 

But she rolled out from underneath me and scampered away. She started picking up her clothes. 

"I've got to get in the shower. I've got so much to do today. Besides, you just got it." 

"I want more." 

"Well you'll have to wait," she said as she headed out of the bedroom on her way upstairs. 

"So Trish!" 

"What? She asked still in earshot. 

"So there will be more?" 

"We'll see." 

"You see, you do want it." 

She stuck her head back in the doorway, trying to cover up her nakedness as best as she could. 

"Of course I want to. I've started to realize that I've wanted to for some time now, but that's not the problem." 

"What is the problem?" 

"Whether we should or not." 

After she left I lounged on the bed for a while enjoying my new status, but eventually I got up and got dressed. 

I started to explore what were to be my new digs. The place was more than I could have hoped for, and besides after Labor Day, when the girls were away at school, I could have her for my own. That would be a unique situation. 

On the unfinished portion of the basement I found the laundry room. I found myself wondering such domestic things as, would I be allowed to use the washer and dryer. 

In a heap on the floor were two piles of clothes meant for the washer. In one were the darks; jeans and stuff, and in the other were the intimates. 

Oh my god, I thought as I noticed several pair of panties. They must be Trish's I assumed, and was about to grab a pair and smell it like I used to back when I was in high school. 

But then I noticed that the panties were extremely tiny, almost nonexistent. 

"Holy shit," I whispered, realizing that these had to be the girl's panties. I freaked a little, thinking that I almost did something creepy with Katie or Aileen's intimates. 

Afterwards, I marveled at the fact that I had somehow developed an incest taboo towards my two nieces, whom I hadn't seen in years, and yet I never did with my sister.



Reunion Ch. 04



Jennifer did sing for us and she wasn't bad. I told her to shower and dress and I drove her home. I told her she was to give her husband the most incredible night of sex he'd ever gotten and that I would know if she didn't. I had no idea how I would know, but she didn't ask. It was as if she'd given up thinking on her own. 

The next morning I picked her up again, and drove her to the airport. I'd told her earlier to leave a detailed letter for her husband explaining how she knew it would hurt but she had to leave. She was very sorry. I felt bad for her husband but I didn't think he would ever be really happy with her. 

She didn't take many clothes with her. I made it plain that she was to go to the address I'd given her and she was to put her life in the hands of the man who lived there. The man was a promoter I knew. He worked with a lot of bands. He would train her and it would be hard work. I made no promises but if she had enough talent, she would be successful. I told her what else was involved. I told her she'd probably have to suck a lot of dick. It did not deter her. 

At the airport, in a matter of fact tone of voice, she offered to blow me again. I let her. She'd never be as good as Alexis but she was getting better. I came in her mouth and she licked me clean and got out of the van and never looked back. 

She might make it, at that. 

I drove back to the motel and the cop was waiting in the parking lot. He looked a little flustered. He wanted to know where Alexis was. I told him I didn't know. I thought he was going to attack me. I didn't tell him that Alexis was with Kyle. She seemed to really like Kyle. 

I walked back to my room and I had a visitor. I was jolted. I hadn't seen Laura since I'd left and she was the last person I ever expected to see waiting outside my room. My feelings were a little confused. She was my first love. With her, my fantasies had been more about being married and white picket fences and children and less about sexual gymnastics. The rest of the cheerleaders had been my fantasy playthings but Laura was the girl I put on the pedestal. 

She hadn't changed. Her hair was still the same soft brown, although a little shorter. Her figure was still the same and she showed it off in a pair of form fitting jeans and a green sweater top. I had once dreamed that I would come home rich and famous and Laura would throw herself prostrate at my feet. Well, I was rich and famous and here was Laura but suddenly it seemed as if time stood still and I was still the awkward, pimply faced teenage boy who had stupidly blurted out that he loved her loud enough for her friends to hear and giggle.

"Hello, Bobby," she said, and she shook my hand and her fingers felt surprisingly strong and cool. 

There were a hundred things I wanted to say to her, to ask her, but instead I mumbled some inane "glad to see you, " and "how are you," and then silence because I could not think of anything else to say. 

"Are we going to stand out here talking, or will you invite me in?" she asked. 

I couldn't invite her in, not with what had gone in the room the night before. I knew she would know as soon as she opened the door and she would be disgusted. 

"How about some coffee in the restaurant?" I asked. 

She nodded and we walked next door to the little restaurant that was part of the motel. We sat in a back booth and ordered coffee and I spent a long time just looking at her. She didn't seem to mind. I asked about her parents and she told me they had moved to Florida. She told me about her children. I told her about being on the road and living in Los Angeles. We seemed to run out of things to talk about and then the rest of the band showed up, along with Alexis. 

I wasn't happy to see them. To be honest, I could have stayed in that booth with Laura for hours. 

They crowded into our booth and into the booth adjoining. Alexis and Laura greeted each other coolly. Kyle greeted Laura as if he had known her all his life, grabbing her around the shoulders and kissing her on the cheek. The rest of them flirted outrageously with her and she flirted back. I was surprised that she did, and she didn't seem to mind the bold comments about her figure and her hair. In fact, she seemed much more relaxed than when she had just been sitting talking to me. 

I felt a couple of twinges of jealousy. 

Alexis saw it in my face and, as we were leaving the restaurant, leaned over and whispered to me, "do one, do us all."

It made me angry. I knew my anger was unfair. I had not given Alexis choice and it was our rule but I couldn't help think Laura was different. I thought I was going to attack Kyle, as we walked back through the parking area, and he leaned over and casually patted Laura on the bottom as if she were already his possession. And I noticed Laura didn't try to move away from him. 

As I said already, women liked Kyle. 

Fortunately, Laura had to leave for another appointment or I'm not sure what might have happened. I had to go in my room and take a long shower and even then I still felt an unfair rage against everyone, especially Laura for not behaving like I wanted her to behave. 

We had practice at lunchtime in the old high school where we were going to have the reunion on Saturday night. Practice did not go well. I was surrounded by ghosts of the past and I was still irritated at myself for my reaction over Laura's visit. The rest of the band didn't know why I was so irritable but Alexis did. She waited until after the first rehearsal and met me in the hallway. 

'You've got to lighten up," she said. 

"Alexis," I said. 

"No, know what's wrong with you. You still think that butter wouldn't melt in Laura's mouth, but she's a normal flesh and blood woman like every other woman. Just relax and think of her that way and you'll be okay."

"Leave me alone, Alexis."

The rest of the rehearsal time did not improve and finally the band had enough of me. Alexis said she would give them the grand tour, and I think they were happy when I said I would walk back to the motel. It wasn't that far and I needed the air and time to get my thinking straight. They all piled into the van and took off and I started the walk. 

I was not out of the parking area before a blue BMW pulled in. The woman who got out took a long time getting out. I think it was mostly for show and she had a lot to show. She was slim but with firm, shapely breasts and long, beautiful legs. She wore a skirt and jacket that was unbuttoned just enough to show something frilly underneath. She had long red hair and green eyes and she was drop dead gorgeous. 

"Hello, Bobby," she said. "I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk."

"Hello, Elsie," I said. 

She was the hottest thing in our high school. She was head cheerleader, homecoming queen, and every boy's fantasy. Oddly, enough Elsie was one of those that I seldom fantasized about. She just acted like she knew she was better than everybody else. I wondered what it would take to knock the complacent smile off her face. 

"So are you out here by yourself?" Elsie asked. "Do you want a ride?"

"Sure," I said. 

I got into her car. She made sure that she was showing just the right amount of leg as she started the car. Perhaps I was being unfair to her because I was still irritated but she still seemed the same manipulative bitch she had been in high school. 

I remembered a rumour about her that nobody could ever prove. It seems in high school she had been falling behind in one of her courses, with cheerleading practice and all the clubs she belonged too, and she really needed at least a high B in the course. It seems she made a deal with the teacher to service him for the B. It was one of those ugly stories told about popular girls that nobody really believed and yet I did believe her capable of such a thing.

She didn't take me to the motel. I didn't expect her too. Instead she turned onto a side road and I found myself sitting in front of the old Compton Mansion. It was a really ugly place that had belonged to one of the families that had owned one of the mills. The builder had no taste. It looked like something out of a gothic horror movie and should have been torn down long ago. 

"I hope you don't mind," Elsie said, lying to me with those big green eyes. "I have to pick up something here. Maybe you'd like to come in and look around? It's really something inside."

I shrugged and followed her. I didn't know what she had in mind but I willing to play out here scenario. Inside the house was even uglier than the outside. She gave me the full tour and I noticed she was really good at accidentally brushing herself against me or giving herself an extra wiggle as she walked up the stairs. It was all tease and it probably worked with a lot of men. It only irritated me more that she thought she could play this kind of teasing game. 

When I didn't show any interest all in the house, she started getting a little more desperate and she was brushing against me more. Finally, we had seen the entire house and I told her I was ready to go back to the motel. 

"Don't you love this place, Bobby," she said breathlessly. "Just think how it could be fixed up. And I could come over and help."

It was an obvious offer to sweeten the deal, and one she would never follow through on once the papers were signed. I was right. She was the same manipulative bitch she had been in high school and I started to wonder just how greedy she was. 

"How much commission do you get from a sale like this, Elsie," I said. 

Her face hardened. She didn't like the direction the conversation was going. She started giving this spiel about how it wasn't about the money but her love of people and real estate and I shook my head and laughed. 

"That's a crock, Elsie," I said. "It's about the money. How much?"

I could see her calculating things in her mind and then she shrugged. She stopped with the teasing as she realized she wasn't going to make a sale. "I think probably close to thirty five thousand dollars on this one," she said finally. "That's what I'm hoping for. I got the office to make me a deal. A much bigger percentage if I sell this piece of crap house."

I grinned. She was being honest. 

"So what were you going to do?"

"I don't understand."

"How far were you going to go to get me to buy?"

Her green eyes narrowed and then she laughed. "You've changed, Bobby. Hell, I was going to go back to your room if that's what it took. I was hoping just to shake my ass and get you breathing hard. It usually works and I don't have to go much farther."

"You're a greedy bitch, Elsie," I said. 

"Yes," she said, laughing again. "I am."

"I'll give you two hundred thousand," I said. "Two hundred thousand and you can leave this town and set up your own business and hire a bunch of agents to do the work. Two hundred thousand free and clear and nobody will ever know."

She licked her lips. "Why would you do that?"

"You have to entertain me and the band," I said.

"By entertain," she said, "I guess you don't want me to sing and dance."

"No," I said. 

"There are five of you?" she questioned. 

"Yes," I answered. 

"That would make me a real whore, wouldn't it?"

"A woman who does it for money is considered a whore," I said bluntly.

"When?"

I thought she would tell me to go to hell. Instead she was very matter of fact. I should have realized she would be this way. She thought of her body as a useful tool and there was no romance in her soul. But that was all right. I didn't want romance. 

"Let's start now," I said. "Show me your tits."

I was really still irritated by what had happened that morning with Laura, and I was taking it out on Elsie. It didn't seem to trouble her. She shrugged her shoulders and undid her jacket. She carefully arranged her jacket on a nearby chair. She unbuttoned the frilly thing to reveal a white bra underneath. Quickly she released the hooks on the bra and her tits fell free. 

"Shake um," I said. 

They really were a nice looking, perky pair of tits. Her nipples were large and brown and jutted out as the air touched them. She made a face at me but she moved her body so that her tits shook. I told her to do me a cheer and though it was a little tough, while in heels, she managed to do one that really shook her tits. 

I felt myself getting aroused but I picked up my cell phone and called Kyle and told the boys where I was and they needed to get here tight away. Elsie never said a word, not even when I told them to make sure Alexis came along for the party. 

Elsie did me a few more cheers while we waited. I found a nice comfortable seat and thought about the impossibility of this happening. Even in my wildest fantasies, I never would have dreamed it. Elsie showed no emotion. She didn't even stop doing her cheers when Alexis and the boys showed up. 

"Hot damn," Danny said. "That is fine.

"Get up there with her, Alex," Kyle said. "Both of you cheer."

Alexis didn't hesitate. She stripped off her top and then they were both dancing and doing cheers. It was a wet dream come true. In a few moments Kyle started suggesting they rub themselves together. It was even more incredible to watch the tall, slender Elsie with her perky tits rubbing against Alexis and her fuller pair. It got me hard as rock. 

The other guys were getting into it, rubbing themselves and licking the lips. Kyle suggested they kiss and there was no hesitation. I saw Elsie was breathing harder and trying to rub her leg against Alexis and I started thinking that Elsie was a little more into this girl-girl thing. I got up and walked up to them and they got on each side of me in a girl sandwich. Alexis reached down and unzipped me and took my cock out and she started doing this little dance which kept me pinned between the two of them, their sweet tits pressing me and my cock leaking into Alexis's hand. 

Another hand touched me, caressed me and then Elsie was gripping me and moving her hand up and down. Kyle came and got Alexis, pushed her down on the floor and she started hurriedly unzipping him to reach his prick. I looked into Elsie's face and she nodded and went down on her knees and took my cock into her sweet wet mouth. 

She wasn't a very good cock sucker but I found a way to make her enjoy it more. I took her hand and pressed it against one of Alexis's tits. I only pressed her fingers against her flesh and then dropped my hand but Elsie kept squeezing and feeling and her head bobbed faster on my prick. Yes, I think Elsie liked girls. 

I pulled her up and turned her around. Her skirt came off easily and the lime green panties and I shoved my prick into her fuck hole. I wasn't easy and she gave a shout and then her mouth was full of Danny's cock. Alexis was making sucking sounds as she sucked Kyle and Kyle grabbed her head with both hands and whispered, "suck it, babe. Oh yes, suck it." 

She started swallowing as he emptied his load into her mouth. Then she did something which really surprised me. She scrambled around on the floor until she was beneath us. Her tongue licked at my balls and at my cock when it slid into Elsie. Then her tongue was touching Elsie and Elsie began to go crazy. She was gobbling Danny's cock like she couldn't get enough and her ass was pushing back against me like a savage. Alexis knew exactly what she was doing, her tongue a wet hot probe that was touching the bottom of my cock and the outside of Elsie's cuntlips. 

Elsie came and I think it was a shock to her. Alexis's tongue had done it but now she had a flood of juices soaking my cock and Alexis's tongue. I gave her a couple more hard shoves and then I felt my balls tensing and I shot my cum into her cunt hole again and again. Almost before my cock grew soft and I slipped out of her, Willie had taken my place. 

Alexis moved away and she started cleaning my cock with her tongue. For some reason she loved doing that. She cleaned up my balls and my cock and then turned her attention to Elmo, getting him even harder under her tongue's administration. 

Danny was shooting his load into Elsie's mouth and she was choking but trying. A lot of his load was dripping down her lips and chin but she gave it all she had. Willie finished in her pussy and then it was Elmo's turn. 

Elmo took his cock out of her and stretched out on his back and pulled her on top of him. She began to bounce up and down on his hard prick. Alexis crawled around to her head and pressed one brown nipple against Elsie's mouth. Elsie sucked on the nipple like she was a starving babe. Alexis was smiling as she looked up at me. She started stroking Elsie's soft hair. "Do you know what they're going to do to you now, Elsie," she asked. "Kyle is going to fuck your ass. He loves fucking ass and you've got a nice one."

Elsie tried to stop sucking but Alexis pulled her back. "Don't fight it. It'll be better. And you can have my pussy to suck."

Alexis sat before her and opened her eyes and Elsie went after her pussy. I could hear the sounds her tongue made as she sucked and licked. It was giving me another hard on and I was still angry about the morning. I decided her ass would be mine instead of Kyle's. 

Kyle saw my expression and stepped away. I had no lube but my cock was still wet from her mouth and I pressed it against her tiny hole and started working it in. It was really fucking tight and Elsie started squirming. I know it was uncomfortable for her but she never stopped licking Alexis's pussy so it couldn't have been that uncomfortable. I shoved a little harder and my cock was slowly filling her. One more shove and I was in her all the way. Her body pushed back against me. I left it there for a few minutes to let her get used to it and then I started fucking her ass. 

I was gentle for only a little while longer and then all the frustrations of the morning started building up and I started fucking her ass like a pile driver. Still, Elsie pushed back against me with every stroke and she was eating Alexis like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue made loud slurping sounds that turned me on even more. 

I rammed her hard again and couldn't hold back and my cum filled her ass. Alexis came at the same time I did but Elsie couldn't or wouldn't stop eating her. Finally, Alexis had to hold Elsie by the hair so she could get her breath. 

My cock slipped out of Elsie and Elmo took my place. And when Alexis moved back, Willie grabbed Elsie by her thick red hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Elsie was earning her money. It didn't take long before she was swallowing Willie's cum and taking Elmo's cum into her ass. Kyle was stroking his cock and he got between them and positioned Alex and Elsie so their heads were together and then he beat off in their faces, a couple of thick spurts of cum that landed partially in Alex's mouth and all over Elsie's face. 

"Now lick it off," he said, and we watched the two women lick the cum from each other's faces and then started deep kissing, rubbing their tongues together. Alexis moved her face down and sucked on Elsie's nipple and then went between her legs, licking the cum from her cunt and stabbing her tongue at Elsie's clitty. Elsie screamed and pulled on Alexis head and started coming with great convulsive gasps. 

"I think Elsie kind of likes that," Kyle commented. 

"That's an understatement," I said. 

I figured Elsie had gone all her life in denial of her true needs, but now that she had tasted pussy, I expected it wouldn't be long before she would have her head between somebody else's legs.



Reunion Ch. 04



G'day and Merry Christmas.

It's finally arrived, the fourth and final chapter. The three previous chapters were posted in early November. A quick recap to refresh your memory. Tony and Sal go to their ten year school reunion and meet up with Melissa, Sal's best friend from school, and her older husband Dave. Melissa is having trouble getting pregnant and offers to pay for Tony and Sal's daughters to go to private school in exchange for Tony's potent baby making abilities. Tony gets the deed done but complications ensue as things are not as they seem.

Thanks to my Hawaiian self-proclaimed 'grammar nazi' John, for running his eye over my work. Thanks for your input.

To those of you who have given up some of your time to read and comment on my stories this year thank you. 2014 was an interesting year with The Big C gaining my best score and My Dilemma the worst. That's the way the cookie crumbles I suppose.

Hope you have a great festive season.

CharlieB4

*****

"Easy big guy, I just want to talk." I recognized the voice and when the figure stopped under a street light I saw a familiar face.

"Giles? What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Like I said, I just want to talk. If you confirm my suspicions then maybe I can offer you something." Giles said staying slightly away from me as my fists were still clenched.

"I've had enough of people's special offers." I replied.

"Come on Tony, let's go back inside and I'll buy you a drink."

"I've got somewhere I've got to be." I opened the door of my truck and began climbing in but Giles halted my progress.

"I wonder where that is? Especially considering your wife isn't expecting you home till after midnight."

I spun around, "how do you know that?"

"She told me," he put his hands up and made quotation marks with his fingers. "Tony's at a bucks night, I won't be seeing him before midnight."

"So, I might be going to surprise her." I shrugged feigning nonchalance and turned to get back into my truck.

"Or you might be meeting up with Melissa." I froze momentarily at the mention of her name. It was enough to confirm Giles suspicions, "does Sally know that she is in town?"

I closed the door sharply and pivoted to again face Giles. "What do you want?" I asked, suddenly feeling very tired.

"Just a few answers, that's all."

"Really? I'm getting sick of wealthy people using me as a doormat."

"Heh Tony! You're talking to a personal assistant, I'm a professional doormat."

"So are you fucking Helen?" I inquired watching Giles intently to see if his answer was truthful.

He surprised me by bursting out laughing, seeing my confusion he tried to stop but it only made it worse. I was getting seriously pissed when he eventually stopped with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Tony...Tony...mate... I'm sorry," he withheld another peel of laughter, swallowing hard. "Sorry, it's just so ridiculous."

"Why? I know she is no spring chicken but she is still quite attractive." I replied indignantly.

"You're right there mate but...she um hasn't got the accessories that I'm interested in." Giles said still grinning madly.

"What?" I was confused.

"I'm gay mate, bent as a safety pin!"

"Oh ...oh right ..." I suddenly felt very provincial and embarrassed. "Sorry..."

"No need to be, come on, let's have that drink."

I followed him back into the pub, Giles went to the bar to get two beers and I grabbed a table in the back corner.

"So, are you afraid to be seen with me now?" Giles said putting my beer in front of me and sitting down on the bench opposite.

"Er, no, no, I just want to stay away from the buck's night crowd." I pointed to the rowdy group of men near the bar. The buck was standing with his back to the bar and his head tilted back and two guys were pouring shots into his mouth.

"Oh right, is that the buck they are pouring the drinks into?" I nodded, "hmm, he's cute. Do you think he bats both ways?"

"Giles!" I admonished him looking around to see if anyone heard his comment.

"Sorry, it was just a joke," I relaxed and then he sucker punched me. "So back to you meeting up with Melissa."

"What about it? Doh ..." It was out of my mouth before I had engaged my brain.

"Heh, don't worry. I already know really, you're just confirming things." Giles smiled, "look, I'll tell you what, you don't have to say anything. I'll just tell you a story, my version of how it's going down and you can tell me if I'm close to the mark." 

He took my silence as permission so he started.

"Once upon a time, there was a young country girl who was desperate to cement her place in a wealthy family by producing a son and heir to a billion dollar fortune. After growing impatient with her husband and father's feeble efforts she hatches a plan. At a school reunion she offers herself, and probably some money to ensure secrecy, to an old flame to knock her up. How does that sound so far?"

"Like a fucking fairy tale." I replied with a blank face.

Come on mate, work with me here." Giles pleaded.

"Why? What's your angle? Blackmail?" I countered.

"I'm working for my employer."

"Helen?"

"Yes"

"Well, what's her angle? I inquired aggressively trying to keep him off balance.

"She just [wants information." He stopped I could sense an internal debate as to how much he could say. "Helen wants a divorce."

"So? It's not like you need a reason now. From your little fairy tale it appears you know he is sleeping with his daughter. Isn't that enough?"

Giles shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "It's complicated. We'll double whatever Melissa is giving you!" He added desperately.

"Melissa's not giving me shit!" Which technically was true, "if there's nothing else I'll be going." I finished my drink and stood up.

"Wait Tony, just give me five more minutes." He held up his hand for me to stop while fishing out his phone with the other.

I sat back down while he made a call. He half turned away with his finger in his other ear as he spoke to somebody. Then turning back he passed the phone over to me.

"Helen wants to speak to you." I took the phone and said hello.

"Tony, I'm sorry for all the melodramatic cloak and dagger stuff. When we met at the party I marked you down as a straight shooter. So, if I open up to you about my families private life can I count on you to keep it private?"

"Yes," I replied.

"You cannot even tell Sal! Will you give me your word."

"Scout's honor."

"Alright pass the phone back to Giles."

He spoke for another moment before disconnecting. "Do you want another beer?"

"No, I don't want to get charged for driving under the influence. Just get on with it."

"Alright, but to understand Helen's dilemma we have to go way back. Right back to when she was nineteen years old, a fresh faced girl straight out of school. She was working as an administrative assistant at the law firm employed by her father's company. Saving her money to go to Europe in the Australian winter."

"Wasn't her family loaded?"

"Yes, but her father was tighter than a fishes arsehole! Anyway, this young girl is swept off her feet by an associate at the firm, John. He wooed, wined, dined, bedded and unfortunately, impregnated Helen."

"I take it Daddy wasn't pleased?"

"Understatement of the century. Rumour has it he was trying to organize a hit on John and he wanted Helen to have an abortion. She wouldn't and vowed to run away with John so her parents relented. The old man insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement, and the marriage went ahead three weeks later. David was born six months later. During delivery there were complications and as a result Helen was unable to have anymore children. From what Helen has told me it was all very rosy for the first ten years, John managed to get on the good side of Helen's father and was fast-trackedinto management of the family company. They were on an extended holiday for their tenth anniversary when Helen's parents died in a car accident. They rushed back. John was chief financial officer at the time and was promoted to chief executive officer. Helen's father's fifty-one percent stake in the company went to Helen."

"Look Giles, no offense but I'm not particularly interested in the lifestyles of the filthy rich so can you cut to the chase?" I said, looking at my phone to check the time.

"Just about to Tony. Almost straight away the marriage changed, John began spending more time at the office, even staying in the city some nights at a hotel next to his office block. Helen just put it down to him having more responsibility, but about six months later one of her friends was having dinner at a city restaurant and noticed John at a corner table getting very cozy with a younger woman."

"Speed it up Giles, you're boring me. All she had to do was kick him to the kerb, she has the controlling stake in the company after all."

"That's exactly what Helen thought, she confronted John and he didn't deny it. In fact he was very blasé about the affair. She threatened divorce and he told her to go ahead."

"You're losing me here, why are they still together then?" 

"If you let me finish I'll tell you. Helen went to the family solicitor and was ranting about wanting to divorce John. Her lawyer showed her the pre nuptial agreement she and John had signed. She hadn't read it as she had been busy with the wedding preparations. It had been presented to her one night and she had signed it, trusting her father wanted to keep her safe. It seems her father's intentions had not been to safeguard the family fortune. Rather it was to make sure his daughter was stuck with her choices. If she was the party who requested the divorce then she would relinquish her controlling interest in the company to her husband."

"Bullshit, there's no way that would stand up." I interjected.

"Well, Helen has three separate legal opinions that say fighting it has only a twenty five percent chance of success."

"So she has chosen to be rich and sad rather than poor and happy?"

"What's that old saying, money can't buy you happiness but it can make sadness more bearable." Giles replied with a smile.

"There has got to be a loophole somewhere, surely those high priced lawyers can find something?" I argued.

"They don't need to find a loophole, there is an automatic door. If John is the person asking for the divorce then he forfeits any rights to the company shares and only gets a fifty percent share of the other marital assets." Giles explained.

"Which he would be mad to do as he can basically do whatever he likes with whomever he likes and there isn't a damn thing Helen can do about it. She has been royally screwed!" I paused as I processed what I had been told. "So where does Melissa fit into this? Was she one of John's er... girlfriends?"

"Yes, she was the last permanent one. Her official title had been executive personal assistant to the CEO but I dint think she was there for her filing. As you probably noticed at the party, John's health isn't what it was so we can only assume that he is having trouble attracting a new one."

"Is there still something going on between the two of them?" I asked hoping to confirm my suspicions.

Giles paused as if tossing up whether this was information he should pass on. "Well...this is purely speculative but we think so. Unlike the rest of John's mistresses who were discarded rather abruptly Melissa seems to be getting better treatment. Our version is that she probably gave him the ultimatum. She wanted some permanency, in short a ring. Realizing his chances of pulling another girl like Melissa were slim he must have relented. With his other flings John loved to flaunt it in Helen's face but he was somewhat discreet in public. Towards the finish with Melissa he went all out. They were photographed at gallery openings, movie premieres etc. the caption always said she was his PA but I'm sure he was trying to see if he could snap Helen's resolve."

"So Helen stands her ground and John talks his son into marrying her? Dave's not the sharpest tool in the shed but even I don't think he is that dumb." This was getting weirder by the minute. 

"You'd be surprised...But yes you are right he wouldn't. However he had been overseas for the last five years so he didn't know about the affair."

"What was he doing overseas?"

"Mostly getting into trouble, he has been barred from twelve countries. Three of them still have outstanding warrants against him. Not for big stuff but for stupid little things, like getting the daughter of some Arab head of state drunk at a party."

My phone chirped indicating a message, Giles stood up with his empty glass and indicated he was going to the bar, miming an offer to get me one. I nodded then dug out my phone. It was Melissa wondering why I was taking so long, I sent back a message saying I had a flat tyre but I would be there soon.

When Giles returned with two beers I had my next question ready.

"So why did Dave come back?"

"Promotion, what else do you do with someone that incompetent? After kicking him around any little company outpost they could find he returned as second in command of global distribution."

"And I suppose the job came with a specially selected personal assistant?" I speculated.

"Good guess, Melissa met him at the airport."

"She probably had his cock in her mouth before they left the car park." I said with a tired sigh.

"You would know more about that than me." Giles replied with good-humored sarcasm.

I gave him the fuck off look, then moved the story on.

"So she beds him and weds him, when does dear old dad come back into the picture?"

"Purely speculation again, but I don't think he ever was completely out of the picture. Dave travels a lot in his role with the company so Melissa is unencumbered by a partner regularly. However it became more blatant when Melissa gave up work in an effort to start a family."

"So Dave knows now?" I asked, incredulous.

"Yes, he really started hitting the bottle about eighteen months ago so I'd say that's when he realized his father was cuckolding him." Giles paused, "it's ingenious really, Melissa gets her ring, the family name and any child becomes the heir to the family fortune. So much cleaner than having a second family with a mistress."

"Ingenious if you're a sick fuck!" I added showing my distaste. "So it became a race to knock her up?"

"Yes, only neither of them could do it so Melissa called in a pinch hitter!" Giles studied me closely as he made his bold statement.

Now I've never had much of a poker face and I suppose the fact that I was getting the better of two rich arseholes put the hint of a smile on my face before I realized. A broad grin appeared on Giles, he was no doubt pleased to have confirmed his suspicions.

"You forgot to say that was speculation," I tried.

"Not any more!" He retorted triumphantly

I finished my drink in a few gulps eager to get away. 

"I can't see that it will change anything," I added standing to leave. "John still won't divorce Helen."

"Knowledge is power, Sit down Tony." Giles leaned back in his chair a smug look on his face. "We wouldn't want Sal to know about you and Melissa would we."

"Knowledge may be power but speculation isn't worth shit!" I pushed my chair in, "Sal organized the whole thing." The grin disappeared from his face. I turned and made for the backdoor, Giles knew too much already. I made it outside before he caught up with me.

"Who's the sick fuck now? Did Sal watch or was it a threesome?" He taunted, I ignored it till he went too far. "What? Did she buy you a flat screen TV or just a slab of beer?"

I spun, grabbed him by the shirt front and pushed him hard up against a light pole on the sidewalk just up from my truck.

"Shut up you cunt! I sold my self respect for my daughter's education, so they can have a chance of getting out of this shithole." I swung him off balance and he sprawled on the ground. "Take one more step to follow me and you won't be able to get up next time," I hissed.

As I opened the door of my truck I looked over my shoulder and he hadn't moved. I was inside and closing the door when he called out. "Say hello to Melissa for me."

I gave him the finger, started my truck and roared off up the road. At the second cross street it was decision time, left for home or right for the Mason's. I flicked my blinker and went left. I'd had enough crap for one night. Once parked in the driveway of my house I sent Melissa a message saying something had come up and I wouldn't be coming over. To head off the abusive reply I switched off my phone and went inside.

Sal was in bed but awake, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose. She looked up from the trashy magazine she was reading, eyebrows raised as she questioned me.

"You're home early?"

"Yeah, I'm too old for those guys, it wasn't fun." I replied, pulling my shirt off.

"How about a bit of fun in here?" Sal said turning down the covers on my side.

That was an offer I couldn't refuse.

The next morning I was just about to take the girls to a netball gala day when Sal called out.

"Ay Tony, did you know Melissa was in town?" She asked innocently.

"No ... er ... I didn't," I lied. 

"She wants to meet me for lunch but I've got too much to do. Is it alright if I invite her to dinner tonight?"

Shit, that's the last thing I wanted, I racked my brain for an excuse. In desperation I opted for the truth. Throwing the keys to Rebecca I told her to unlock the truck and wait with her sister in the cab. Walking back into the kitchen I found Sal busily tapping out a text message.

"You won't be home late tonight will you?" She asked without looking up.

"I don't think it's a good idea for Melissa to come over." I replied flatly.

"Why?"

"She...she...she's been sending me naked pictures," I spluttered. 

"When?"

"Last couple of weeks."

"Yeah right, nice try Tony but you don't get out of it that easy." Sal said with a strained laugh.

"I'm serious! She wants me to um...sleep with her again."

"Oh come on Tony," she rolled her eyes. "Melissa just wanted some sperm for a baby, you are not an irresistible sex god!"

"She sent me the pictures," I was getting exasperated.

"Well where are they? Show them to me."

"I deleted them."

"How convenient, if you have been getting them for two weeks why didn't you tell me before?

I didn't have an answer for that. Sal took my silence as an admission of defeat and walked to where I stood and put her arms around me. 

"I know you don't like Melissa but she is my friend." She stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. "No more silliness okay," Sal turning me around to face the door and she slapped my butt. "Now off you go, and don't be late home."

I got into my truck and set off for the netball centre. As I pulled onto the road a black Range Rover with tinted windows pulled away from the curb and followed me up the road. My first thought was Melissa but somehow I didn't see her driving in a SUV, much more likely a little European convertible. 

It followed me right into the car park of the netball centre but parked in a different area. My daughters bolted out the door to get to where their friends were gathering with the coach. I followed glancing towards where the other car had gone but nobody got out. I greeted some of the other parents who were, like me, steeling themselves for a long day. I heard a voice behind me call my name, I turned to see Helen Beaufort walking towards me with Giles trailing behind her.

"Mrs. Beaufort," I offered a surprised greeting.

"Tony," she replied, flashing me a warm smile. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Helen." She stepped toward me and offered her cheek for a kiss as we embraced lightly.

"What brings you here Helen?" I asked innocently.




Reunion Ch. 04



"I'm thinking of buying a farm up this way and I wanted you to come with me while I do an inspection." She lied for the benefit of any of the other parents within earshot.

It never ends, I thought, but what did I have to lose. I walked over and asked the coach when the first game was. There was an hour wait so I went back to Helen.

"You've got an hour." I said, Helen nodded and turned to go back to her vehicle.

I followed as Helen walked towards the Range Rover. Giles opened the back door for her and I went around the other side. Once Giles was back in the drivers seat he started driving out of town but didn't seem to have a destination in mind. Helen swiveled in her seat to face me and the grilling began.

"Sorry to drag you away like that Tony but it's important you understand my situation."

"You want to buy a farm, don't you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Maybe I should, so I can be close to my future grandchild's father," Helen shot back.

I didn't reply, instead looking out the window at the paddocks flashing past.

"Tony?" Helen placed her hand on my arm. "Please, no recriminations. Just hear me out. I don't want to wreck your marriage or destroy Melissa. God knows why, but for some reason my son is still besotted with her. I just want to get out from under the overbearing, cheating, fucking arsehole that I married all those years ago."

I couldn't help but smile at Helen's use of the words "fucking arsehole." I don't think it was a phrase that was in common usage in her circle of friends.

"I will match any payment Melissa has made or has promised to you," she added hastily. 

Confusion flashed on her face as my smile turned to a scowl at the mention of money.

"What is it with the wealthy? Do you think you can wave a few twenties in front of the downtrodden and they will climb over each other to do your bidding?"

"No, no that's not what I meant." Helen retreated.

"Certainly sounded like it."

"Well, you jumped Melissa when she waved a few twenties under your nose. Or maybe that was just for Sal's benefit, maybe you wanted to do it for nothing." She repaid me for my sarcasm with interest.

"You could never understand." I said, looking straight into her eyes.

"Why not? Try me."

"How could you understand, you haven't ever wanted for anything. I guess that's not true, you want out of your marriage but you're not prepared to pay the price. You can't settle for Australian Sparkling, you have to have French Champagne. Sal and I paid the price, not for ourselves but to give our kids a chance to make a better life for themselves." I was getting worked up. 

It was Helen's turn to gaze out the window at the countryside. She began speaking after a pause while still looking away.

"On one level you're right, but it's not the money I don't want to lose, it's the family company. I don't want John owning, as well as running, the company."

"But what can I do about that?" I shrugged, "he still holds all the aces, the fact his chosen vessel is a manipulative slut is not going to change that."

"All true, however there is one chink in his armor." She turned back towards me. "His pride. He has been squiring her around, bragging to his friends about his prowess. Being exposed and humiliated as a old, frail, limp-dicked cuckold might just do the trick." A malicious smile spread across her face. I raised my eyebrows at the vicious slur.

"His problem started when he was still interested in me," Helen explained. "I blamed myself for a while, thought I wasn't good enough to get him going. Sometime later I happened upon one of his credit card statements, he was a voracious consumer of erectile disfunction products, and that was when he was sleeping exclusively with his mistress. He has a secret hiding place in the back of his dressing room. The cupboard is full of creams, pills and powders that are supposed to help the problem.

"I just don't understand why do you need me, just wait for the birth and get a DNA test and you would have all the proof you could want."

"No! That would destroy my son as well. The only thing keeping him from a complete breakdown is the hope that Melissa's child is his."

That didn't seem plausible to me. Was Dave really that infatuated with Melissa? I thought he would just throw her out and move on. What's more, I thought that Helen would be cheering from the stands while it happened.

"It could be his ... I was only with her a couple of times..." She fixed me with a withering stare that dried up my feeble argument. "Well, what can I do? Do you want me to front your husband and let him know I was hired to father a child with Melissa?"

"No, no. You don't have to leave here. I doubt you fronting John would do the trick. I want him condemned by his own little tart."

"Shouldn't you be talking to your daughter, the tart Melissa?"

"I doubt that's a conversation that would get me very far. In her mind she has both ends covered. If John, my husband and her lover, were to suffer a misfortune she is married to my son and only heir. While if I or David leave she goes to her lover John who would then have it all."

Giles pulled the car up outside I coffee shop in the next little town. Helen and I took a seat while he went to place our orders. 

"Alright then, once again, what can I do?" This conversation seemed to be going nowhere.

"I want you to secretly record Melissa giving a forthright opinion of John's, um, capabilities."

"How?"

"Giles has some miniature recording stuff, from some internet spy firm. He can explain its operation to you." Helen gushed, taking my previous question as an acceptance of her offer.

"Hold on there Helen, that's the easy part. How do I get Melissa to talk about John. I have asked her on a couple of occasions before and she changes the subject."

"So? Come on Tony, she is coming back to her home town for a reason. You must have something she wants...desperately." Helen's snide smile returned.

"Unfortunately I think you are mistaken. It's not me she is playing with." Helen gave me a confused look then I continued. "It's Sally. I'm just the pawn in her game, I'm sure Melissa's real goal is to make Sally miserable by coming between us."

"All the more reason to help me." Helen countered.

"The problem is Sally still thinks Melissa is her best friend and saviour. If this goes pear shaped Melissa can spin this so I'm the guilty party."

"How can she?"

"The only way I would have any chance to get you a recording would be to sleep with her again. That means going behind Sally's back, I'm not proud of the deal we made with Melissa but it was all up front. We're adults and we knew what was going on."

"Giles told me you were planning to go over there last Friday night. What was that for coffee? Monopoly? Don't start with your holier than thou routine about not going behind Sally's back."

"I wasn't going to sleep with her," I replied looking down at my hands. I was trying to convince myself as much as Helen. 

"If you believe that you are lying to yourself as well as too me." Helen said coldly, turning away from me towards the waiter bring our beverages.

He placed a flat white coffee in front of Helen and a coke and glass in front of me, then left.

I opened the coke and poured it into the glass before having a drink. Helen took a sip from her cup, grimaced, and put it down again with a look of disgust.

"Yuck," she wrinkled her nose. "Coffee's burnt and the milk must be past its best before date."

"This isn't the Ritz," I waved at our dank surroundings.

"What I don't get is if you are so worried about Sally, why would you even organise to go to see her. You have already completed your side of the contract." Helen leaned close searching for eye contact.

"She's got something on me...a picture that could be misconstrued and would be hard to explain." Helen just kept staring. "She started sexting me, various pictures and messages. I was going to ignore it, then I asked her to stop or I would tell Sal. Next she sent a picture she had taken of me earlier...when we were...anyway the picture of my ... um ... bits and pieces looks like I took it and my work pants and boots are clearly visible. She threatened to tell Sal I started it."

"But surely Sally would believe you over Melissa," Helen interjected.

"Before the deal we did, probably, but Sal has body confidence and self confidence issues. They had largely disappeared before the reunion but seeing Melissa and then the baby business...They've resurfaced now, I don't think she would take that much convincing that I was choosing Melissa over her."

"Umm, seems like we are both in a pickle." Helen absentmindedly picked up her coffee to have another sip, only to gag and spit it back in the cup.

A plan of sorts was forming in my head but I wanted a bit more time to work out the various permutations before putting it to Helen. Something Helen had said earlier about getting Melissa to condemn John, I wondered if more of her own words could be turned back against her. I suggested we head back to the netball or I would miss the first game. Back out at the Range Rover Giles again opened the door for Helen while I got in the other side. Once we were on the road I filled Helen in on my possible solution. 

"You want the inside dirt on John." She nodded, "if I get it for you I want something from you."

"Giles already told you we will double whatever she is giving you."

"I'm not talking about the money here, although if Melissa withdraws from her obligation I will expect you to stump up for the school fees. I want three additional things, firstly I don't want David to know that I'm...I could be the father."

"Well, of.." Helen tried to interrupt but I stopped her.

"Wait till you hear all three, condition two, Melissa's child is bought up as a Beaufort, no matter what. Number three, I want something on Melissa that means she leaves [Sal and I] (Sal and me) alone."

"Can I speak now?" Helen wasn't used to being ordered around. I nodded.

"The first two are no problem, the third one? I have no idea how I can help you."

"Well, it will most probably be Giles that helps you get it. Melissa is all sweetness and light around Sal but privately she has said some things about Sally to me that show what I think are her true feelings. I want a recording of Melissa's true thoughts about her country friend, and I'll get you what you want."

Helen was quiet, then she leant forward and tapped Giles on the shoulder.

"Can we do that Giles?" She asked the driver.

"We can only try Mrs. Beaufort but it shouldn't be too hard."

She turned back to me holding out her hand. "Looks like we have a deal."

The Range Rover stopped back in the car park at the netball centre. Giles reached over and opened the glove box. He pulled out a small box that he passed to me. I opened it and lifted out what looked like a mobile phone.

"I realized that you may not be able to secrete recording equipment on your person with no clothes on. So this is a hide in plain sight device, place it on a table close by and it will pick up any conversation in the room. Instructions are underneath, it will record for three hours so don't take too long." 

"I'll let you know when I have something." I jumped out and rushed over to the courts. I missed the first half but my girls were on the sideline for the first quarter of it so I didn't miss too much.

When I got to the house Melissa's car was nowhere to be seen, so I thought we'd gotten there before her. The girls rushed inside because they knew we were having a visitor. Inside Sal was busy in the kitchen but I could hear my daughters talking excitedly in the lounge room. A quick peak in the doorway and I saw Melissa sitting on the lounge with the girls showing off their new school uniforms, bags and books.

I went back to the kitchen, walking up behind Sal I slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against me. Nuzzling into her neck I whispered a greeting.

"How was your day?" Sal asked, momentarily she stopped stirring the pot on the stove top, to lean back against me.

"Boring, they lost more than they won. Have I got time for a shower before dinner?"

"If you're quick." Sal untangled herself from me and returned to work on dinner.

"How did Melissa get here?" I asked innocently before I left.

"Her father dropped her off. We thought we might have a few wines so I told her you could drop her home."

At least I wouldn't have to worry about Melissa ambushing me in my home, she would have plenty of time in the car later. Dinner was actually quite pleasant, Melissa was great with the girls. I would never have picked her for a mum but from the evidence before me, her child was going to be very lucky. Melissa's father rang around ten to see if she needed him to pick her up, Sal told him I was doing it and we were just leaving. I went out to Sal's car while they were saying goodbye and placed Giles recording device on the dash. After turning it on, I was thinking about the 'hide in plain sight' idea, maybe that was too much in plain sight. I put my phone on the dash and the bug between the two seats under the hand brake. Melissa got in and waved and smiled to Sal, the smile lasted until I had reversed out of the driveway. 

"What the fuck happened to you Saturday night and why was Giles driving around town today?"

I'd planned on another lie but when she mentioned Giles I changed tack. The best lies have an element of truth.

"Giles happened, he was at the pub when I went to the buck's night. I didn't think you would want me leading him to your door."

Now instead of tearing me a new arsehole she was worried. "What did he want?"

"Information." I said enjoying her vulnerability.

"What did he offer?" 

"Double what ever I'm getting off you."

"What did you say?" Now she was worried.

"I told him I'd think about it. That's why he came around today." 

"What did you say today?" She asked her voice betrayed her anxiety.

"I told him I needed more time. Where did you see Giles today?"

"I was coming to see you, Sal said something about a netball gala day. I went past the car park and I saw Giles getting into a black Range Rover so I kept going."

Melissa was silent for a bit as she processed the new information, I thought it might be a good time to question her while she was off balance.

"He did tell me some things that I found very interesting." She turned her head, I could feel her eyes boring into me. "I've heard of guys having a fling with a mother and daughter but the father's mistress marrying the son, that's a new one for me."

"It's bullshit." She said without conviction, in an attempt to deflect me but I was enjoying this too much. 

"Really, is that all you've got? Giles's story was so much better, a regular Days of our Lives potboiler." I replied smirking.

"I don't care, I've got me feet firmly in the Beaufort compound no matter which way this thing breaks." Melissa lifted her chin proudly.

"So I'm curious, between the two of them you couldn't find one viable swimmer to get you pregnant. Surely they must have been keeping you busy."

"Busy was not a term I would use with Dave, I'd heard before he came home he was something of a bad boy stud. Unfortunately his reputation is a gross exaggeration. As for John, he keeps me busy trying to encourage some lead into his pencil. However if I succeed it rarely last for more than a few strokes. That old saying about what I used to do all night now takes all night to do. In John's case it takes all night and mostly doesn't get done."

"So Dave's little and John's limp?"

"Whatever, it doesn't matter to me because I've got my stand up guy right here." She made a grab for my crotch but I hit her hand away.

"Not any more, our deals over. I've done the job so it's finished."

"You're finished when I say you're finished. Do you think I'm scared of Giles and Helen, John may be impotent but he has got Helen by the short and curlys. She can pout and preen but if she divorces him then he gets it all."

"And how is John going to like having a bastard child in the family?"

"Are you threatening me little man? How are you going to like being a childless divorcee? I've seen how much you love your cutesy little family, I could fuck that all up for you in one hour. I know how to push little miss piggy"s buttons, I've been doing it ever since I've known her. She has been my little science project. I can make her laugh and I can make her cry and I could certainly make sure she never trusted you ever again."

"Fuck you!"

"Is that all you've got?" She giggled, "I'm going to ring your workplace at seven thirty tomorrow morning and request your presence to service our mowers. Mum and Dad are going on a garden club bus trip so you will be servicing me all morning. If you're not there I'm going to make you into a homeless hobo, and take pleasure in doing it."

"That might be difficult if you are homeless as well. I can't imagine either of the Beaufort men would be pleased to share with a commoner like me."

"I've got them both where I want them. As long as I stoke John's limp noodle and coo on his ear I could fuck a regiment in the ADF. As for Dave, he can get cranky and nasty, but one come hither look in my bra and panties and he is on his knees worshiping me."

"Jesus, Melissa! Why don't you fuck a regiment? Why the fuck do you have to come after me?" I asked, trying to sound exasperated so as to hide my glee at her self-incrimination.

"Because my darling Tony, it's so much fun! Watching you flip and flop like a fish on the hook. And then there's your little fat wife. The plain Jane who snared the football hero by getting pregnant. She is so stupid."

I couldn't help but grin, I had everything I wanted. She was fucked even as she laughed at me. She moved so fast I didn't have time to stop her. Grabbing the phone off the dash she bought it down screen first on the gear shift, little shards of glass flew everywhere. Then gripping the phone in both hands she bent it double before lobbing it out the window onto the roadside. I slammed on the brakes, coming to a shuddering halt as the ABS tried to slow my progress.

"What the fuck did you do that for?" I asked as I removed my seatbelt.

"I'm not some dumb bimbo, I know about recording apps in mobile phones. You were looking so proud of yourself." For the last bit she put on a voice like she was speaking to a child, then the cruel laugh reappeared.

I slammed the car into reverse and went back to roughly where I thought she threw it out. I wasn't acting pissed off, I was really pissed off. I still had the bug recording but with my phone and SIM card gone I would lose all my contacts. After turning the car slightly so the headlights illuminated the side of the road I got out. I walked along the edge of the bitumen but couldn't find it. After searching in vain for ten minutes I returned to the car. Melissa was on her telephone to her father.

"Yes daddy, we will be home in a minute. Tony is just changing a flat tyre."

Once inside I floored it, leaving more skid marks. I hoped I could come back in the daylight and look again. We were only a couple of kilometres from the Masons place so I soon had Melissa back at her front door.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning and don't disappoint me. You won't get off as lightly next time." 

"Fuck you!" I muttered tersely as she got out.

"You certainly will be, whenever and wherever I want." She said ducking her head back inside the car before stepping back and slamming the door. 

Back on the road to home I picked up the bug and turned it over wondering how I could listen back to what was on it. As I turned into my street I saw the outside light go off at my house. It seemed weird, Sal knew I was coming back. As I got closer I could see all the lights were out. Getting out of my truck I went to the front door only to find it locked. I hadn't grabbed my key assuming Sal would wait up for me. I quick walk around the back door gave me no satisfaction as it was locked too. I called out and knocked but nobody came.




Reunion Ch. 04



Worried now I went to my toolbox in the back of the truck and got out a screwdriver. After removing the screen on the laundry window, I popped the lock and slid it open. Hoisting myself up I began climbing over the laundry tubs when I was struck on the head by something very hard.

"Get out you fucking arsehole!" Sal screamed.

"It's me Sal, what are you doing?" I yelled, trying to fend off further blows and continue my progress inside. 

Luckily for me it was only the handle of a broom but it still hurt like a bastard when she connected. Sal was swearing and cursing as she continued to rain blows at me. With a heave I flopped inside and landed on my side on the floor. On her next strike I grabbed the broom stick and got it off her before standing up. Sal made for the door but I grabbed her by the shoulders forcing her to look at me.

"What the fuck has got into you?" I gasped.

She was crying so much she couldn't get full sentences out. "She told me...you fucking bastard...how could you..."

"Sal calm down. Your not making any sense, who told you? What did they tell you?" I thought about slapping her to shock her back to herself but refrained as it might have made things worse. Anyway I was pretty sure I knew who had told her I just didn't know what.

"Melissa...she's pregnant for Christ's sake...and you still want her more than me."

"What did she say?" I asked again, keeping my voice even and calm. That wasn't easy when I was cursing that bitch Melissa in my head.

"She told me what you tried to do in the car. How you tried to grope her." She got it out but it prompted a fresh batch of hysterical tears.

"Sal...Sal!" I shook her gently so she looked up at me again. "I promise you on our children's lives, nothing happened in the car. What's more, I can prove it."

"How?"

Letting go of one of her shoulders I pulled the bug I got from Giles out of my pocket. "I was recording everything in the car from the moment we left."

She looked from the bug to me then back to the bug again. "Well, play it then, prove it."

"Umm, I'm not sure how...I think I have to download it onto a computer."

"Don't bullshit me, just man up and say it. You would rather fuck Melissa than me. You've had a taste of luxury and you don't want budget anymore." 

I couldn't help it, I exploded. "Do you ever listen to yourself? You are always telling the girls to stand up for themselves, to believe in themselves but you can't do it yourself. You let Melissa walk all over you. One night at a reunion and I lose my wife and I get a frumpy schoolgirl trying to appease her bitchy friend. I've never given you a reason to doubt my love for you. We had a rough start but we got through it together. For ten years I have devoted myself to you and our children but you still doubt me and choose to believe everything Melissa says."

Sal's face softened, she stepped closer and her hand came up to caress the side of my face. I let my guard down and was soon withering in agony on the floor after a savage knee to the groin. 

"How is that for standing up for myself! Don't call me frumpy!" She stormed off, stomping up the hallway and slamming our bedroom door.

It took a while but I finally rolled up onto my knees. I still had my head down, breathing deeply waiting for the worst of the pain to subside when a little voice came from the doorway.

"Are you okay daddy?" My youngest, Sophie asked.

"Yes," I winced as I slowly pulled myself upright.

"What happened daddy?" She asked with the innocence of a child.

"I slipped on the floor. I'm alright, you go back to bed."

She nodded her sleepy head and wandered off dragging her teddy bear behind her by the arm. I gingerly took a couple of steps, I was getting worried Sal had ruptured something. Hobbling up the hallway I didn't bother checking my bedroom door, I knew it would be locked. I grabbed the laptop and a USB cable from the receipts cupboard in the kitchen and went into the lounge room.

After waiting for the laptop to load up, I plugged in the bug. A small box came up on the screen informing me I needed to download some software to retrieve the audio file. I clicked on the link and after agreeing to terms and conditions was informed it would take thirty minutes to download. Cursing the slow speed of my dial up modem I went to make a cup of tea.

With my cup of tea finished I checked the laptop and saw it was finished loading and an index was displayed with one audio file listed. I made sure the volume was turned up and selected the file. Melissa's voice saying goodbye to Sal bombed out clearly, gotcha. I kept listening and when it got to the bit where she called Sal the fat little wife who got pregnant to snare the football hero there was a groan from the doorway.

Sal was leaning on the door jam, clutching it to remain upright. I went to her, she dropped her head in shame. I peeled Sal off the wall and pulled her to me. She clung to me, burying her face in my chest, crying. I hushed her and stroked her hair, holding her tightly.

The recording was still running and Melissa's voice demanded I meet her tomorrow to service her needs.

"Oh god, I've been such a fool." Sal's muffled voice whispered.

"Shhh, it's okay."

She looked up, her red rimmed eyes still full of tears. "I'm so sorry, you tried to tell me but I wouldn't listen. You must hate me."

"I love you Sal, that's why we both went through this, for the love of each other and the children." At the mention of the girls there was a fresh bout of crying.

"Shit," she said finally, "I guess I'm going to have to eat humble pie with the public school principal." Sal growled with resentment.

"Don't worry about it, we have an ace in the hole to fix that." I replied with a smile.

Sal looked at me again quizzically, "let's sit down and I'll fill you in." I said leading her to the lounge.

Ten minutes later I had outlined my meetings with Giles and Helen and the ramifications of the recording I had. 

"What do we do now?" Sal asked.

"Tomorrow I'll ring Giles and organize to get the recording to him. I'll probably have to drive to Sydney."

"What about Melissa and your meeting."

Now it was my turn to be puzzled. "Fuck Melissa, she has no hold over us now."

Sal smiled, I recognized the smile. It was the same one she had used on me before her knee had tried to flatten my balls. "No Tony, I think tomorrow mornings meeting is very important. So important I think we both should attend!"

Be afraid Melissa be very afraid. I looked at my watch. "That meeting isn't tomorrow morning, it's in five hours. Come on let's get some sleep."

The next morning I rang Giles, after he had conferred with Helen it was decided they would meet Sal and me halfway. We set a time and place, then I took the girls to school. At work I was greeted by the boss. As he walked towards me I let him know I already knew my destination for the morning. He was pleased, I'd think he expected an argument but his smile vanished when I told him I wouldn't be back in the afternoon. 

I swung by home and picked up Sal then made my way to Melissa. We made a short stop and retrieved my SIM card, and the mangled piece of e waste that used to be my phone, from the side of the road. As I pulled into the gates of the Mason's driveway Sal ducked low under the dash so Melissa wouldn't see two people as we drove up. I pulled up outside the front door and got out. Looking up I could see Melissa looking out of her bedroom window through the curtains. 

I gave her a filthy look, faking my anger at what she must have hoped would have been an uncomfortable night for me. When the curtain closed I signaled to Sal and she got out of the truck and went with me to the front door before moving off to the side a little. Melissa opened the door in her bathrobe with a malicious smile on her face. 

"Sleep well did we?"

I didn't say anything, I didn't have to. Sal stepped around I front of Melissa and launched a right cross that caught her flush on the mouth. Melissa staggered backwards holding her face. 

"Stay away from my husband you bandy legged whore!" She yelled as she advanced on Melissa.

I was thinking I would have to intervene as Sal grabbed a fistful of Melissa's hair. However she merely used it to lift her head so she could talk in the frightened girls ear. 

"You're lucky you're pregnant or I'd knock you down and kick the shit out of you. That's what happens when you mess with common folk, we solve our problems with our fists not our tongues. Come near us again and you will find out."

Letting Melissa go Sal stormed out of the house past me. I could only follow meekly behind, astonished at the brutish behavior of my wife. Back in the truck I had to ask.

"Where did that come from?"

Sal smiled, "the punch was all me, the words? I watch too much American television."

Melissa had recovered somewhat by the time I'd started the truck. She was standing on the front step yelling abuse and threats. I didn't catch it all but it boiled down to us being low life scum and she was going to ruin us.

The trip to meet Helen was uneventful until just before we got to our destination. The school bursar called, he was concerned that the direct debit facility that paid our fees had been revoked. Sal confirmed that circumstances had changed but assured him that something would be done to replace it very soon. She looked at me hopefully after she hung up and I smiled back with as much confidence as I could muster.

Helen and Giles were waiting when we got to the roadside truck stop. After exchanging greetings I handed over the bug. Giles plugged it into a laptop he'd got out of the backseat and started playing the tape. After listening to it twice Giles unplugged it.

"Is that enough?" I asked hopefully.

"Can you get anymore?" Was Helen's reply.

"No, umm, I think we have burnt or bridges there." 

"Why? It sounded like you were to meet this morning." Giles interjected.

Sal jumped in to explain. "We did meet this morning... and I punched her in the mouth. Ten minutes ago we found out she has cancelled the school fee payments for the children."

"Well, I guess it will have to be enough," Helen sighed. She moved to put her arm around Sal. "Don't worry dear, I'll have Giles sort that out. I'm sorry you got messed up in this."

"Unfortunately I went into this of my own free will, and against my husband's wishes. I should have listened to him." Sal said looking embarrassed. 

"Nonsense Sal, if all women listened to their husband's the world would be a very sorry place." Helen comforted her.

"I am standing here." I reminded them both.

"Present company excepted of course." Helen added belatedly.

"We have to get back to pick up the girls from school so we had better go." I warned Sal, she said goodbye to Helen and went back to the truck.

Helen came over to me and gave me a polite air kiss on the cheek.

"On the plus side you don't have to worry about condition number three. Will the recording be enough? For you to deal with John I mean," I asked quietly.

"Maybe, if you want to know the truth Tony, I'm not sure it matters anymore. You'll be pleased to know I had some Australian sparkling with dinner the other night and it was quite good. Who needs French bubbly when you're unhappy?" 

She gave me a sad smile then went around to the passenger side of her car where Giles was waiting with the door open.

Two days later the bursar rang Sal again to let her know the fee payments were back on track. Two months later I was sitting on the ride-on mower at the front of the house when a black Range Rover pulled up. Giles got out and came around to open the door for Helen then went to the back and got out a square box. I invited them in while Sal fussed and ordered the girls to tidy up there mess. 

I was putting the kettle on when Helen stopped me. "No need for that we are celebrating! Giles, if you would be so kind." She gestured to the box.

He opened it and pulled out a bottle of Dom Perignon. 

"So you won?" I asked.

"What is it they say, there are no winners in divorce? However I think this still can be classified as my lap of honor." Helen said beaming.

The four of us sat down at the kitchen table and sipped our French champagne while Helen bought us up to date. Helen confronted John with the tape but it hadn't worked. He'd threatened to sue if the tape got out because it had been obtained without permission. 

Helen had privately begun to organise a divorce even though she would lose the company when Giles came to her with one last idea. Helen invited the wives of John's golfing partners around for an afternoon tea. She told them she was going to divorce John. They agreed it was about time after all the philandering but Helen then made a joke about his impotence. They were shocked and wouldn't believe Helen so she swore them to secrecy and played some juicy excerpts from the tape. 

Now these ladies being sworn to secrecy, immediately told their husbands the salacious gossip. Two weeks later at a Saturday afternoon four ball at the golf club one of the husbands started calling John, "limpy." The others burst out laughing and John snapped. He collected the first guy with the nine iron he was holding and knocked him out cold then proceeded to try and catch the others. The police were called and he was arrested and charged with assault. 

It was the classic catch 22, in order to prove provocation John would have to tell the court and therefore the world about his little problem. He didn't want to do that, so he plead guilty to an assault charge and took the community service order as a rap over the knuckles. Unfortunately for him the company didn't like the look of their CEO being a criminal so he was asked, forcefully, to consider his position. He resigned but the rumors got too much for him. Stories of his issue spread through the business community like wildfire, in the end he just wanted to leave. 

He came to Helen with a proposal, he filed for divorce, she keeps the controlling share in the company and the house he gets seventy five percent of the rest. He moved overseas last week forever. 

Inevitably the conversation turned to the touchy subject of Melissa. She still had three weeks to go before the birth of her child. John had disowned her after the tape and Dave, after hearing of John's problem, was over the moon believing that he must be the father of the baby. Helen sat Melissa down and had a heart-to-heart about the situation. In return for Helen's silence about her child's true father she signed a contract. If she was caught cheating then she would give up parental rights to her child and the only support forthcoming would be the minimum wage for the rest of her life. If she stayed faithful and adhered to acceptable levels of behaviour then she would be afforded the trappings that came with being a Beaufort. Nowhere near enough punishment for me but it wasn't my decision. At least Sal got the satisfaction of slugging her.

Epilogue. Eleven years later.

Sal and I sat in the front row, the headmistress of St Catherine's stood at the lectern in the centre of the stage.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your attendance tonight at our end of year awards ceremony. We have only one award left to give out but it is the most prestigious of the night. The Lillian Parr Award, which is given to a year twelve student who has excelled in all areas of school and community life."

"Lillian Parr was the school captain at St Catherine's in nineteen thirty seven. She joined the Royal Australian Navy Nursing Service in nineteen forty and served with distinction for three years. In nineteen forty three she was on the hospital ship Centaur on its second voyage to New Guinea when it was sunk by a Japanese submarine. Two hundred and sixty eight lost their lives including Lillian and ten other nurses."

"This year we have an exceptional candidate. She has always been an outstanding student, being the inaugural Beaufort scholarship winner in year seven, six years ago. This continued throughout her senior school career culminating this year with her coming first in her class for English, Extension English, Biology and Chemistry. Second in Maths and third in Physics. On the sporting field she has competed with distinction representing the school at swimming and cross country and the district in netball. She has represented the school as vice captain at many community events and volunteers every second weekend at the aged care facility adjoining the local hospital. Rebecca Brown epitomizes what the Lillian Parr award stands for."

Applause thundered around the school hall, tears were running down Sal's face and I was doing my best to hold mine back. The headmistress held up her hands to quiet the crowd then continued.

"Normally we have a member of the Parr family here to present the prize but due to unforeseen circumstances that was not possible this year. Instead today we are privileged to have the head of the Beaufort Foundation, and major benefactor of this school, Mrs Helen Beaufort here today. Unfortunately she has recently had a foot operation but to deputize on the stage we have her daughter, Melissa Beaufort."

Both of us stiffened, we hadn't seen or heard from Melissa since the day Sal punched her in the face. She walked onto the stage, she was still beautiful, nothing would ever change that. However there was something different about her, the zip was gone, the dazzling smile. There was no strut, no look at me wave, no suggestive roll of the hips. It was like she was on a heavy dose of Prozac.

Rebecca came on stage from the other side. The headmistress handed Melissa the award then she presented it to Rebecca. They embraced, Melissa said something and they both laughed. Sal shifted in her seat, I thought I heard a growl. The headmistress wrapped up the night and the crowd began to disperse. Sophie came running towards us waving a fist full of awards. Rebecca was trying to get to us but there were many people wanting to congratulate her.

We were still waiting for her when a familiar voice called behind us.

"Tony? Sal?" We turned around and there was Helen in a wheelchair. Melissa was pushing her and walking beside the chair was a young girl.

Talk about being in two minds. It was great to see Helen again, we owed her so much. Melissa? That was an unknown. We both said hello politely and but remained on guard.

"Congratulations to the Brown's! Tonight was almost a benefit for your two children. They will sleep well tonight after walking up onto the stage all evening."

"Thanks Helen, it's good to see you. I hope the foot problem isn't to serious." I said looking straight at Helen and avoiding eye contact with Melissa.

"No, I should be up and around next week. Tony, Sal, Sophie, I'd like you to meet my granddaughter, Ashley."

Sophie shook her hand and commented on her pretty dress. I mumbled hello, I was looking at my third daughter but she would never know that. Looking at her nobody else would know either, she had inherited her mother's looks. Sal hadn't said anything, then she squatted down so she was at Ashley's level.

"Hello young lady," Sal said cheerily, "and how old are you?"

It has always been Sal's gift, to be able to talk to children. In no time Ashley was telling us all about her school and her friends. It was like Rebecca or Sophie's voice coming out of a little Melissa. Helen beamed with pride, even Melissa managed a tight smile. Rebecca arrived and there were more hugs and congratulations. 

"Ashley, Melissa, we had best be going, it's a long drive back to Sydney." Helen suggested.

As Rebecca and Sophie were saying goodbye to Helen and Ashley, Melissa made an awkward move towards Sal. Sal got closer to me, putting her arm through mine.




Reunion Ch. 04



For Melissa and Gary, the week that followed the evening at Jason and Karen's was filled with more sex then they had shared for a long time. They had more of every kind of kinky sex in those few days than they had for the previous year. Gary's libido had been kicked into overdrive and he had done a 180 turn from his previous cuckold role of living vicariously through Melissa. He was now interested in making his own adventures with her rather than listening to hers with other men. Gary had loved the sensual and erotic jolt from the previous Saturday evening and was looking forward to more as much as was his wife. Melissa herself was on cloud nine. Even though she had appreciated that Gary gave her permission to play on her own, having him with her for such erotic fun was all she had wanted for a long time. He and Melissa had bought some new toys, and apparatus, and outfits, and they had each experimented as tops and bottoms although Melissa definitely wasn't all that comfortable topping Gary. She could see that Gary seemed to be finding his long dormant sexuality, and had sometimes surprised her with his more dominant role. He even demanded that she suck him off in the back row of the theater during a movie they went to what wasn't very crowded. On one little shopping trip, he had pulled the car into a remote spot at the back of the parking lot. He shut off the engine, told her to get in the backseat, and take off her jeans and panties. Then he climbed back and fucked her in broad daylight. She loved it.

Wednesday evening after the little party at Jason and Karen's house, Karen called to say that their friends Janet and Bill were very interested in meeting them and suggested a simple dinner and evening at their house the weekend after next. Melissa was delighted, but wasn't sure how she would be able to wait that long. Then again, she and Gary were making up for lost time so the might not seem that long to wait. She wasn't sure why they were going to Janet's and Bill's and didn't know if they had a play room like Jason and Karen's. That play room was something really special. She and Gary had even started talking about how they could incorporate such a room in their own house. 

As the weekend for meeting their new friends approached, Jason called to give their address and directions to their house. Janet and Bill lived about 40 minutes away from them, but not in the same direction as Jason's house. It would be easier for both to just go directly to Janet and Bill's. Jason reassured her again that they were nice people and would be quite easy to be with. However, Jason explained that if for some reason they didn't feel comfortable and wanted to leave, driving there separately would make it easier for everybody. Melissa couldn't think of too many reasons why she wouldn't want to stay, and hoped Gary would feel the same. He was becoming much more confident with his appreciation of slightly kinky sex, but she also hoped for his sake, as well as her own for that matter, that Janet and Bill weren't "over the top" people into really heavy duty S/M. Melissa had a pretty good idea about her limits, and so far, Jason and Karen seemed to be right in her "wheelhouse". She naturally assumed that Janet and Bill were just as attractive as Jason and Karen and would be similar to them in other ways since they had all been friends and playmates for a good amount of time.

The evening set for the dinner with Janet and Bill was a beautiful balmy "almost summer" evening. Melissa assumed dress would be casual, but given the warm weather opted for wearing a soft flowing ankle-length summer dress with nothing underneath. She hoped it wouldn't be perceived as "too slutty" given that they were meeting for the first time. It would make her feel very sexy going without bra and panties. If the evening went as she anticipated, she was going to love removing her dress, or having it removed, only to be completely naked in one simple action. Gary wore his usual summer outfit of kaki's and polo shirt. 

The directions for finding the house were easy to follow. Janet and Bill's home was a very nice two-story, well landscaped, and with an ample piece of property. As Gary turned into the driveway, Melissa was happy to see Jason and Karen's car already parked there. She was glad they didn't have to meet Janet and Bill cold turkey. As they walked to the door, Melissa could see a relatively high privacy fence around the back yard and wondered if there was a swimming pool, or hot tub, or both. Her lightweight dress billowed in the breeze, and the air swirling underneath made her feel erotic and sexy as it caressed her pussy that had been moist in anticipation ever since she started to get dressed earlier. 

The doorbell was audible even though the front door was closed. It was opened by a very attractive middle aged woman whom Melissa and Gary assumed to be Janet, but they could see an equally attractive man behind her accompanied by Jason and Karen. 

"Hi," the woman holding the door said with a warm smile. "Unless you two are lost and at the wrong house, you must be Melissa and Gary. I'm Janet. Please come in and be comfortable."

Melissa and Gary stepped in as they were introduced to Bill and greeted Jason and Karen. There were smiles, hugs, and handshakes all around. Melissa handed Janet a bottle of wine as a hostess gift and everyone moved to a pleasant TV room at the back of the house. Melissa could see through sliding doors to a deck, and she realized that she had been correct about the back yard. There was both a swimming pool and a hot tub. All took seats on various sofas and chairs as they made small talk about the trip over, the weather, and other ordinary things that new acquaintances discuss. So far there was no mention of any sort of sexual or other sorts of play that might follow later in the evening. It was a very ordinary meet-and-greet. There were already snacks on a coffee table, and soon Bill was getting Melissa and Gary some chilled white wine.

Conversation continued as all sipped wine and nibbled on various sorts of finger food. Finally, Janet broke the ice.

"Melissa, I understand that you and Jason have known each other for over 20 years, and that you recently had an interesting evening at his house after your 20th reunion dinner. They tell me that you and Gary had another fun evening with them a couple of weeks ago."

"That's very true," Melissa responded. "Jason and I had planned to meet at the reunion, but I had no idea that he was bringing Karen along and that we would end up back at their house in their play room."

"Ah, yes, the play room," Bill added. "Quite a place. We've been thinking about how we could build one here, but I'm not sure how we could carve off enough space in our basement. We may forever be stuck improvising."

"So you don't have a room like that?" Gary asked turning toward Bill.

"Sorry," he said. "We make do in the club room as best we can. We've put in some places to attach ropes and other things and to hang a fuck-sling from a hook in one corner of the room, but that's about it. The rest is as best as we can do with what we have. Still, we do have the swimming pool and that's always good in this sort of weather for a little skinny dipping and pool side fun. The fence is high enough and the neighbors are far enough out of sight line that they really can't see anything. We've secretly checked that out from their houses when we've had the opportunity to be there."

Janet stood and said smiling, "I think it's time for dinner. We've just made some salad and a very light meal. We've found that it's never good to play on a full stomach. I think dinner will also give us a little more time to get to know each other."

All moved to the dining room which had a bay window affording a view of the pool and countryside beyond. During dinner, the conversation alternated from ordinary day to day subjects to sexual experiences and desires among the group. Most of those sorts of questions were directed at Melissa and Gary and their responses carried additional questions to Janet and Bill. After all, Melissa and Gary were the "new ones" at the table, and would obviously be the new ones once the party got started. 

The dinner was brief, and it was suggested that any sort of heavy sugary dessert be avoided unless anyone really wanted such a thing. Melissa had no problem with getting on with the evening as did Gary. Both were a bit nervous despite drinking ample wine, but even though Janet and Bill seemed really nice and relaxed, they were unknowns to Janet and Bill, and vice versa. All took turns visiting the bathroom as all also helped clearing the table. It was Bill that suggested that they move down to the basement.

"Does anyone want to take a swim, or should we save that till later?" he offered.

"It might be fun to take a quick dip to cool off," Karen offered starting to take her clothes off on the way down the stairs. By the time they got downstairs and opened the sliding doors to the back yard, Karen was naked and running to the pool. Jason, Janet, and Bill didn't take any time joining her. Melissa and Gary were standing by the pool as the others taunted them in. They didn't seem too surprised when Melissa raised her dress over her head and revealed that it was all she had been wearing. Gary was still getting out of his polo shirt, shorts and underwear as Melissa dove in. 

"Last one in has to eat my pussy," Janet said with a laugh.

Melissa added, "I'm sure that's the dessert he's been craving anyway."

Gary finally shed everything and jumped in with the group. As they bounced and splashed a little moving to the center of the pool, Janet made sure that she approached Gary just as Bill made sure he made contact with Melissa. Melissa assumed this was their way of breaking the ice with them. Bill spun Melissa around so that she was resting against his back and felt his hard cock against her butt cheeks. His hands fondled her breasts and wandered down to her belly and pussy. 

He whispered into her ear, "I love the fact you had nothing on under that dress. I sat there inside wondering and making bets with myself that you had nothing else on under it."

Melissa reached around to find Bill's cock that had positioned between her ass cheeks. She wondered if they were at all into some of the kink play that Jason and Karen were or if they only wanted a sex swap evening. As she enjoyed the pleasure from Bill's hands, Jason approached from the front and also let his hands roam over her breasts and into her crotch. With her free hand, she found Jason's cock to hold and squeeze. Over Jason's shoulder, she could see that Janet and Karen were enjoying their own exploration of Gary's body as he was theirs. She smiled a little to herself. She had been wondering if Gary could allow himself to open up and enjoy meeting Jason and Karen's friends. 

As Janet and Karen fondled Gary's cock and balls and allowed him to explore their compliant pussies, they maneuvered him to the side of the pool. In one swoop, both women hoisted themselves out so that they were sitting on the edge. They both lounged back on their elbows and spread their legs so that their crotches were right in Gary's face as he stood in the cool water.

"We thought you might want that dessert now," Janet said. "After all, you were indeed last one in the pool."

Gary didn't have to be told twice what the ladies expected. He first dove right into Janet's pussy that was the fragrant aroma of her woman pheromones mixed with a hint of the chlorine from the pool. She was completely shaved and her posture caused her smooth lips to splay open enough to reveal the secret tunnel into her deepest woman parts as well as her slightly larger than average clit. Lapping along her complete slit from her cunt hole to her clit, he took a little extra time to swirl his tongue around her exposed nubbin and gently suck it as his finger slipped into her. Janet moaned with pleasure.

"Oh my dear new friend Gary", Janet sighed. "Something told me that you were an enthusiastic pussy eater, and I'm never wrong about that."

Gary continued to finger her and lick until Karen spoke up. "Ok, that's enough. My turn Sweetie. There's a nice warm pussy over hear that needs some attention too."

With that, Gary shifted over and pressed his face to Karen's completely exposed crotch, but he kept his fingers in Janet's pussy as he began his tongue dance on Karen's sweet lady parts. He had already had his face in Karen's pussy during their session at her house so he was familiar with her scent and taste. Karen reached around behind his head with one hand and pressed his face to her pussy. She tried to hump as best she could from her position, but had to rely more on Gary's tongue technique. 

"How about some fingers in me too," Karen said as he continued to lick up and down her moist pink inner lips and flick his tongue around her sensitive clit. It was good that he had solid footing in the relatively shallow end of the pool as he had fingers in both women and moved his face back the forth trying to give each lady equal time. He was too occupied to notice that across the pool, Bill was carrying Melissa up the steps and toward the door to the basement.

"Come on ladies," he said to Janet and Karen. "I think it's time for a little more fun and games inside."

Karen and Janet got up and waited for Gary to hoist himself out of the pool. Janet grabbed hold of his bobbing erection as they grabbed towels and walked toward the basement. When they entered, they saw Melissa already on all fours on the floor.

Bill announced, "I think we should introduce our new friends to a little 'Guess the Cock", don't you?"

Janet took a position on all fours to the right side of Melissa and Karen to the left. Melissa's right hand was bound to Janet's left, and her left hand was bound to Karen's right. Then the three women were bound together at the waist by rope. Finally blindfolds were placed on them. In a matter of seconds, "SMACK"....Melissa felt someone's hand smack her ass pretty damned hard. She heard similar smacks on the ass cheeks of Karen and Janet.

"Come on Gary," Bill said. "It's time to give the ladies a little sample of what they will be playing for."

SMACK!!! SMACK!! Melissa felt more stinging smacks on her ass and heard others on those bound next to her. Karen let out a little yelp next to her as she heard three smacks in rapid succession on her. She was surprised to realize that Karen was being spanked like this because after the times she had spent in her play room, she simply assumed that Karen was one usually doing the spanking, not getting it. She did not picture Karen as one in a submissive position. At this point, there was no way of knowing who was spanking whom. She could only assume that Gary was joining the boys in their little fun. There was no way to avoid the smacks on her warming ass cheeks. At one point, she also felt the familiar sting of the leather strands of a flogger. With the three women tied together as they were, there was nowhere for them to hide. Melissa felt strangely like she was part of a team of horses pulling a stagecoach as the driver cracked his whip on their behinds. She felt both humiliated and aroused at the thought of their asses and crotches on display just like those horses in the coach team.

After a few more minutes when the butts of the ladies had developed a nice rosy glow and their whimpers and grunts had signaled that they were feeling it, Bill spoke up. 

"Ok, I'll explain the rules for Melissa and Gary since I know Karen and Janet are familiar with the game. We guys are going to take turns filling your mouths and pussies with our cocks, and it's up to you to guess whose it is. If you're wrong, well there will be more 'stimulation' of your already tender asses. Any questions? Good."

No sooner had Bill finished outlining the "rules" then Melissa felt a cock being pushed to her mouth. She opened her mouth to allow the owner of it fuck her face. From the muffled moans and sounds to her right and left, she could tell that Janet and Karen were being face fucked as well. Melissa tried to guess whose cock was in her mouth. She was well familiar with Gary's and had a little experience with Jason's but none at all with Bills. From what she had seen in the pool, all of the men had cocks of about equal dimensions. None were huge and none had a pencil dick so it was difficult to gage size. With her hands tied, she could not fondle their balls to get a clue about them, and after being in the pool, the scent of chlorine tended to mask whatever she might be able to tell from her nose.

After a few minutes of having her mouth fucked by the mystery cock, it was withdrawn.

"Ok ladies," Bill's voice said. "Who had which cock in her mouth? Janet?"

"I think it was Gary's," Janet said. "It seemed a little different from yours or Jason's which I I've sucked before."

Karen spoke up, "No, I think I had Gary's cock. I remember it from last week,"

Melissa then spoke up, "I think it was Jason's in my mouth." 

"Sorry ladies," Bill said as all the women were getting their butts spanked, "you were all wrong. Let's try again."

There was a bit of shuffling and then a cock put to Melissa's lips. She opened her mouth and felt it being fucked by someone's hard dick. Whose?"

Gary looked down and watched his wife getting mouth fucked by Bill as he slipped his into Karen's mouth. Her tongue and lips were eager to take him although he doubted she knew whose it was. All she knew is that it was a warm hard penis to suck, and she was always ready for that.

In a few minutes, Bill asked again asked the women to guess whose dick they had in their mouth.

Janet spoke first. "I'm pretty sure this time it had to be Gary's."

"No," Karen said. "I'm pretty sure I had Gary's."

Melissa then said, "I'm going to say Bill's."

Bill laughed. "Janet, you were the only one wrong Sweetie." 

Melissa could hear her ass being spanked as she cursed herself for being wrong again.

"Ok," Bill said. "How about a slight variation? Instead of the mystery cocks being in your mouths, let's see if you can guess whose is up your snatch."

At Bill's direction, Gary took a position on his knees behind Janet. Jason knelt behind Melissa and Bill behind Karen. Each then slid their cocks into the upturned doggy pussies of the three ladies. Melissa felt the hard cock penetrate and begin fucking her. She could feel the motion of Janet and Karen's wrists tied to hers as they too were fucked deep by their mystery members. From the feeling of the hands on her hips, Melissa knew it wasn't Gary. He had a certain way of putting his hands on her when he fucked her doggie style. However she had only felt Jason in her a couple of times and wasn't sure if it might not be him. Given the circumstances though, she felt that Bill would want to get his dick in her as soon as he could.

In a few minutes, Bill asked, "OK ladies, who do you think is fucking each of your sweet wet cunnies?"

"It's Jason," Janet exclaimed. Melissa guessed Bill, but Karen also guessed Jason. 

"Sorry ladies," Bill chuckled as palms smacked all exposed asses rather soundly. "You were all wrong."

More shuffling behind the ladies and again three cocks slipped into three welcoming pussies. This time, Gary was in Karen, Bill was in Melissa, and Jason was in Janet. This time when asked to guess, Melissa and Janet were correct and could hear Karen's ass being soundly spanked.

"I think we've had enough of that little warm up," Bill said. "I think it's time that our new friends to have some special treatment."

The blindfolds were taken off the women and their wrists and waists untied. Bill and Jason escorted Melissa to one part of the room and had her back on all fours. Meanwhile Karen and Janet had Gary lie on his back a few feet away. It wasn't long before Melissa was being spit roasted by Bill's cock in her mouth and Jason's cock up her wet pussy. She could just see out of the corner of her eye as Janet impaled herself on Gary's upright cock and Karen squatted over Garys face. Gary was in heaven as he licked at Karen's delicious pussy while Janet rode his cock. He was just getting into a rhythm with them when they swapped places. As they switched, he could see Bill and Jason also swapping ends on Melissa. That scene repeated itself several times over the next 10-15 minutes or so until Bill and Jason brought Melissa to a sitting position on the rug. Janet and Karen took that cue and climbed off of Gary. Janet sat behind Melissa, and leaned back on the sofa. She pulled Melissa back to nestle her back against her. Jason straddled her belly so that his cock was aimed at her face and Karen began jerking him off. Jason began to moan and squirm. Karen knew him well enough to know his signals.




Reunion Ch. 04



Having no lease on the room I rented, I moved in to Trish's apartment right away. It was a ridiculously easy move since I had very few belongings. Trish seemed happy that I was moving in, and my ex was beside herself with rage; it was a win-win situation for me. 

The most amazing thing about living there was at the right times, I could leer at my sister without condemnation, and on occasion my leering would lead to something else, though I still had to content myself with blowjobs. But even though the sex was incredible. what I really liked best was lying naked with her, which happened too few times for my liking. 

But living so close to my sister didn't mean things went as planned. First of all we both worked, the girls were always around, and it happened to be the busy season for me. Also the shit had hit the fan with one of my clients that week. 

I had to fly to Springfield, Missouri to smooth things over with them, and it was two days before I could get them back up and running. At the request of my boss, I stayed another four days to monitor the situation for any more bugs. 

Then, when I was done there, I had to fly to Albuquerque on a sales call. That itself took three more days since I had to constantly reassure them after the Springfield debacle. I was starting to realize that our clients knew way too much about each other's business. 

I missed her dreadfully, but I did have her pictures to keep me occupied, including the one of her that she hadn't given me that first night. 

In the picture, she was naked except for that black thong, and when the shutter clicked she was laughing hysterically. It was my favorite shot, and not just because I could see her tits: it was because it showed her playful side. 

"I really had fun taking them," she said when she gave me the last picture. "It made me feel like a model. I had the camera set on auto and I just let it click away as I posed." 

"Some pose," I said looking at my favorite shot. 

"You are never to show those pictures to anyone." 

"When do I get one of you completely naked?" 

"That's not happening." 

"Why?" 

"Cause it's not sexy." 

"What's not sexy?" 

"You know." 

"Your vagina?" 

"Yes." 

"If you don't think it's sexy, then why do you shave down there?" 

"All of the young girls do, besides I thought you'd like it." 

"I do, and why do I like it?" 

"Because you're a pervert?" 

"No, because it is sexy." 

"If you say so." 

"Next time, we have to take a video of us in bed." 

"Oh my god, that's never going to happen!" 

I got a call from her when I was still in Albuquerque. I was out to dinner with a client so I had to cut the call short, but I promised her I would call her once I got back to my hotel. 

"Okay, but don't forget me," she said a little flustered by my brush off. 

"I won't. I promise." How could I forget her? She was all I thought about. 

I looked over at the client who was ordering another bottle of wine. He was taking me for all the company was worth. He knew he had me over a barrel, and he was taking full advantage. 

By the time I got back to the hotel it was eleven O'clock. I texted Trish before I called to see if she was still up, and I was surprised and delighted to get a text right back from her. 

"I'm surprised you're still up." 

"I was waiting for your call. Besides it's Friday night, and the girls are out." 

"That's right. I completely forgot that it was Friday night." 

"They must have you running ragged?" 

"You wouldn't believe. This was the third time in four days that I had to take the fuckin' client out for dinner." 

"To think going out to dinner was such a chore." 

"Yeah, well it's not like taking you out to dinner. That would be fun. As a matter of fact, once I get home why don't we go out to dinner?" 

"Are you asking me out on a date?" 

"Yes." 

"I don't know. I have to see if I'm free." 

"Don't be an ass." 

"I'm quite popular you know." 

"I can imagine. What do you say?" 

"You know I'll say yes. I'm too easy for you." 

"Too easy? You've got me jumping through hoops." 

"I think there's a reason for that." 

"I know. I know. Hey, how did that thing go at work?" 

"Not so good. I had to fire someone yesterday." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, we caught him stealing. I knew something was wrong. That's why I called for that audit." 

"Any drama?" 

"No. Surprisingly security just escorted him out the door. It was especially weird since his career is now totally in the shitter. How do you explain that in your next job interview?" 

"Fired for misappropriation of funds? I don't know." 

"Happens all of the time. My friend Amy said that last year they had to let someone go in her office for the same reason." 

"People get stupid. They don't think that they'll get caught." 

"Kind of like us?" Her voice sounded serious. 

"We're not going to get caught. No one is going to do an audit to see if we are..." 

"Having an incestuous love affair?" She interrupted. 

"Yes." I said tolerantly. "No one cares. No one is watching." 

"The girls are watching." 

"They suspect something?" 

"I don't think so, but they are always watching. They pick up on the smallest clues." 

"I think we will be fine. Besides they go back to school in a few weeks. Then we have the house all to ourselves." 

"That scares me too." 

"Why?" 

"Because I know what you want, and I'm scared." 

"Scared of making love?" 

"Don't be stupid. You know what I mean." 

"No actually I don't. It's the most natural thing for a man and a woman who love each other." 

"It's a natural thing for a man and a woman who aren't brother and sister," she corrected. She let that set in for a few moments. 

"I have something to tell you, but I'm not sure I should," she opened up to me. 

"What is it now?" 

"Nothing bad. I had a dream about you the other day." 

"A good dream or a bad dream?" 

"It depends on your definition of bad." 

"Were you bad in the dream?" 

"We were both bad in the dream." 

"Mmm-hmmm," I hummed my approval. 

"I also wasn't exactly honest with you." 

"About what?" 

"About when I first started to think of you in that way." 

"I'm listening." 

"I guess I should tell you about the first time I dreamt about you. It's kind of a recurring dream." She stopped and thought about it for a while collecting her thoughts. "I think it was that first dream back in high school that started the whole thing." 

"Tell me about it." 

"Well, we were in my bedroom back in the old house on Grant St." 

"This is in your dream?" 

"Yes." 

"You were very mad at me because I had been teasing you about something. We were kind of wresting, and you had a hold of both of my hands. 

"At one point you pulled my arms behind my back and pulled me into you. The way you were holding me, I had to arch my back, and my girls were right in your face. You were staring right at them, and I think we were both getting a little worked up. 

"I remember you were only wearing shorts with no shirt, and I was looking at your chest. I guess we were both looking at each other's chests, and you always had such a nice, muscular chest. As a young girl I used to sneak peeks at it when you weren't watching." 

"That's funny, I'm always looking at your chest," I said, but she just ignored me. 

"I was laughing very hard, and you were getting more and more pissed, so you pushed me backwards and I fell onto the bed. Of course you fell right on top of me." 

"Of course. It sounds interesting." 

"Yeah well, it would be if you knew what I was wearing." 

"What?" 

"I don't know if you remember, but I had this bra and panty set, nothing fancy, it was just black nylon, but I thought it was really sexy because you could see right through them." 

"I don't recall," I lied. I knew exactly the bra she was talking about. 

"Well you could see my nipples right through the bra, and that was what you were looking at as I was trying to fight you off." 

"Was I being too rough?" 

"No. It was a dream silly, besides you were being just rough enough. I can't explain that. It's a girl thing. 

"I was getting turned on by your toned chest, how you were holding me down, and also because you were staring at my tits. I loved that you were leering at me. Then the next thing I know we were both naked." 

"Just like that?" 

"It was a dream, remember?" 

"So what happened next?" 

"I think you know." 

"Just tell me." 

"Is this what they call phone sex?" 

"Just tell me." 

"Well, we were both naked, you were on top of me, and then you forced yourself into me." 

"Mmmm-hmmm." 

"I remember feeling both ashamed and excited." 

"You were conflicted, you were having forced sex with your brother." 

"Yes I was, and I was enjoying it, but like I said, I was a little ashamed of what we were doing." 

"How much did you enjoy it?" 

"Are you asking if I had an orgasm?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes, but only in that first dream. Now I just wake up all hot and bothered." 

"Do you do anything about that?" 

"You mean like touch myself?" 

"Yes." 

"I can't believe we are talking about this. But yes, sometimes." 

"Did you touch yourself after this last dream?" 

"Yes, but I usually fantasize about something different." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, when I fantasize about you, I usually fantasize about you forcing me to have sex." 

"You mean like bondage?" 

"Well, I guess. You tie me up, so I guess it is bondage, or you just pull my arms behind my back, and then fuck me." 

"Wow!" 

"Yeah, I guess it's a type of defense mechanism." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, I couldn't admit to myself that I wanted to fuck my brother, so I made up a fantasy where you forced me to have sex. It's safer I guess." 

"And you enjoy that?" 

"Not the bondage part. I've never had that fantasy about anyone else, but yes, I enjoy thinking about you tying me up and having your way with me. 

"Sometimes I fantasize that I wake up naked in your bed bound and blindfolded. You come into the room, I don't know how I know it's you because I'm blindfolded, but you come to me in the bed, and you fuck me, despite my pleading for you not to," she said casually. 

"I'm coming home in a week, and I can't wait to see you." 

"I can't wait to see you either, but..." 

"But what?" 

"But I'm afraid." 

"You should be." 

Finally I got back to New York, but it was almost ten days later, and by the time my flight got into LaGuardia that night it was past ten o'clock. When the car service pulled up in front of Trish's house, it was past eleven, and all the lights were out. 

I came through my private entrance and quickly exchanged my suit for a tee shirt and basketball shorts, and though I thought I had been quiet, a few minutes later there was a knock on the apartment door. 

"Hi," was all she said when I opened the door for her. She must have been asleep since she was in pajamas and her hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail, was a bit tasseled. She looked wonderful. 

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" 

"No, I was waiting up for you. Is that okay?" 

"More than okay. Come on in." 

"Good flight?" She asked closing the door. 

"Are they ever? Do you want a beer?" 

She looked at me wide eyed and shook her head no. 

"Do you mind if I have one?" 

"No, go ahead." 

"Come sit," I said as I opened the beer, and sat down on the couch. 

She sat down next to me, but not too close. I was hoping that it was just the ten days of separation that was causing her coyness, so I reached out for her, and happily, she curled up next to me. 

"I missed you." 

"God I missed you too." We still hadn't kissed hello yet. "Come here," I commanded and pulled her up tight to me, and as she looked at me coyly, I kissed her. Man she has such soft lips. Without much coaxing, she was pulling me closer and sticking her tongue down my throat. 

We slid down some on the couch facing each other, slowly kissing, stopping to look each other in the eye, and then kissing each other again. 

"Whew!" she exclaimed coming up for air. "You have to give me a break once in a while." 

"Am I coming on too strong?" 

"No, no, nothing like that. I just enjoy it too much, and I don't want to get carried away. Not with..." 

"The girls upstairs," I finished her sentence. 

"Yes," she said patiently. "It's one of my rules. Any problem?" 

"Okay, okay." 

She kissed me again to show me that it was all right and I obliged her by kissing her back. I hated these rules, but grudgingly I knew she was right. I had to show more patience, but it's hard because when I'm with her, all I can think about is getting her naked and fucking the shit out of her until she screams with pleasure. 

Being so close to her on the couch I felt a curious mix of familiarity, lust, and trepidation. Here was my sister, my beautiful, beautiful sister entwined in my arms like a lover, her green eyes flashing tentative glances at me. 

"Are you cold?" 

"No, not at all." 

"So take this off," I said gesturing towards her robe. 

"I'm not screwing you Dan." 

"I know. I just want to see you, feel you next to me." 

A knowing smile came to her face, but still she sat up and stripped off her robe. 

She was wearing a three button Henley with all the buttons undone, the cotton fabric clinging tightly to her breasts which were sitting up prettily even without a bra. 

"I must look a mess," she said running her fingers through her hair. 

"I don't know. I always found you fascinating." 

Immediately a smile came to her lips and then she let a burst of mocking laughter escape. 

"Why, what's wrong with fascinating?" 

"Nothing, nothing at all." The smile on her face slowly faded and a look of contemplation took its place. "I guess that's about the nicest compliment I've gotten in a long time," she blushed. 

I kissed her on her sweet, soft lips, and she responded with an intensity that initially surprised me, but subsequently gave me new hope. 

I eased her down on that big leather couch, so that we were both lying down, facing each other. My hand instinctively grabbing her by the ass to pull her close. 

I knew that she was reticent, so without going under her clothes, I cupped her breast through the thin cotton fabric of her Henley, my thumb tracing the outline of her areola before brushing over her nipple several times. 

It felt so wonderful having her next to me, as she pushed her body up against me, wanting me so much that she had one leg wrapped around me. I kept looking at her, stopping to look at how pretty she was, but mostly to confirm that I was making out with and feeling up my sister. 

I just held her tight to me and amazingly she kissed me as hard as I kissed her. I kept thinking that this was all a dream that would end horribly, but when I looked her in the eyes she said what I had always wished for, but never had the right to expect. 

"I love you Danny." She didn't mean, I love you like a brother, she meant that she was in love with me. 

"I love you too, Trish." 

I knew I had her, I just had to go slowly. My fingers found her crotch and then her protruding labia. 

"Ahhh god," she gasped and drove her pelvis against my hand. 

I pushed against her hard, abandoning gentleness for lust. She started to breath hard and rocked her ass back and forth to my touch. 

As opposed to her blouse, which was skin tight, her pajama shorts were loose with large gaps around her legs. It was these gaps that I took advantage of. I penetrated her pajamas and felt the wet nylon of her panties as I ran a finger up her slit. 

"Ahh Danny!" She whispered, but never stopped rocking her pelvis. 

I now slipped my finger through the leg of her panties and entered her. She turned to me, kissed me hard, and then started to suck on my tongue. 

"Mmmmm," she hummed with pleasure. 

I was getting so hot, and so was she, because she started to push my shorts and boxers down my legs. She didn't get them very far, but enough that my cock was now out. 

Taking my cue, with both my hands I yanked her shorts and panties down her thighs. She then let me rip her top off, and I did the same for my own tee shirt. Quickly, I slipped my finger back in her snatch. 

With just her fingertips, she lightly massaged the tip of my dick. It wasn't satisfying, in fact it was more like torture, but I didn't want her to stop. 

She was like a slut desperate for sex as she ground her pussy into my hand. I could feel her body stiffen as she started to get closer. She was trembling and her breaths were shorter and shallower. 

Fuck this, I thought as she started to orgasm. Without stopping what I was doing I used my other hand to quickly slip out of my shorts, and then brought my foot up and hooked my toe around her panties. I made short work of running them down her legs. 

As I moved between her legs she opened her eyes slightly and she looked at me submissively, but as my cock moved up against her slit they opened totally. 

"Danny. Danny. Danny!" She gasped and reached out in an attempt to push me away, but it was too late, I grabbed both of her arms and pinned them down over her head, and then I was in her. God it felt so good as the walls of her pussy enveloped my cock. 

"Ahhhh," she moaned and arched her back as I slid my cock into my sister as it would go. I still had her hands pinned down, and she was struggling a little, but she could no longer stop what was happening to her. 

"Oh my god, you're fucking me!" she gasped through tremulous lips. 

I didn't say a word, I just kept forcing my cock trying to get deeper into her. 

"Oh god Danny, what are we doing?" 

I still didn't say anything, and so she fought me to free her hands. "Ummmph." 

"I'm going to have you Trish. I don't care what you say, I don't care what you do." 

"You're raping me," she said shaking with arousal. 

"Am I?" I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She fought me at first, but eventually she relented. 

Soon I let go of her hands and held her in my arms. She put her arms and legs around me and pulled me tight digging deep into my back with her fingernails as my pace started to quicken. 

"We're having sex you know?" 

"I know, god damn you." 

"My god how good you feel." 

"You can't come in me," she said as she realized that I was getting close. 

"What?" 

"You can't come in me. I'm not on the pill." 

"I don't care." 

"Danny!" 

"I don't care if you get pregnant. I'm going to finish inside of you." 

"Okay, okay. I don't care either. Come in me Danny. I want you to." 

And then as my eyes scanned down from her face to her tits and then to her shaved pussy, I came. 

Afterwards, we were curled up together on the couch. I couldn't get enough of her, staring at her, touching her. 

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" 

"What?" 

"Raping me." She smiled coyly. 

"I think you enjoyed it more than me." 

She didn't answer. 

"Didn't you?" 

"What?" 

"You enjoyed being raped?" 

"I'm not saying." 

"But you did?" 

"I'm not saying." 

"Trish." 

"Okay, okay. What do you want me to say? I liked it. It's not the kind of thing I'm proud of." 

"I've got more planned." 

"Stop." 

"You don't know what a bag of worms you opened." 

"Danny?" 

"I've bought some whips and chains." 

"You did not?" 

"No, but I've got a mind to." 

"Oh yeah? What have you a mind to?" She rolled over and faced me. Her large breast beckoning. 

"I don't know, but just give me some time." 

"We don't have any more time. Whatever you're going to do to me, you better do it now. I've got to get back in my own bed." She gave me a look, and I rolled over on top of her and entered her. She gasped arching her back with the force of me, once again, thrusting into her pussy. 




Reunion Ch. 04



My boss, for all I had done in the last few weeks, gave me a few days off, so I was sleeping in the next morning. It was just before ten when I heard the door to my apartment open. 

I didn't think much of it at first, being still half asleep, but then the door to my bedroom opened up, and I could see the silhouette of a feminine body coming toward me in the basement darkness. 

I immediately got up on an elbow and turned on the light on my nightstand. It was Trish, and she stopped in her tracks. 

"What are you wearing?" I asked. 

"Nothing," she replied shyly. 

It was almost true, for she was nearly naked. 

"Is that a push-up bra?" 

"Might be." 

"And a thong?" 

"Yes," she said and spun around on her tiptoes so that I could catch a glimpse of her ass. "Do you like?" 

"Very much." How could I not? 

She smiled provocatively. 

"What do I owe this pleasure to?" 

"The girls went to the beach again, so I thought I would come down and see how you were doing." 

"In your underwear?" 

"I really didn't think you'd be up. I thought I would crawl into your bed while you were sleeping and wake you." 

"Why'd I have to be such a light sleeper?" 

I would have loved to just stare at her in her unmentionables, but I also couldn't wait to have her, so I lifted up the sheet that was over me and welcomed her into my bed. Just the feel of her body against mine broke my heart. 

And though I couldn't wait to fuck her, I also couldn't get enough of her kisses. I fucked her with such haste that I didn't even take off her bra or panties. 

It was like that for a while, until the girls left for school. She never did anything crazy, but every time the girls were out for an extended period, she would come down to my apartment. And no matter what the pretense she had for coming to see me, it wouldn't be long until we were both naked and fucking like two young lovers. 

I started to know what she liked, and what she liked the most was being on top. She would ride me for what seemed like forever, and since I don't come on the bottom, she took full advantage of it, though I didn't mind. 

There is nothing so erotic as a beautiful woman, with a beautiful body, straddling you and having an orgasm. She would close her eyes, arch her back and run her hands through her hair, as I ran my hands over her tits. I would count the orgasms she would have, and there were never less than four. 

"I think I've had more orgasms with you in a week than I had in the first year of my marriage." She snuggled into my arms after one of our sessions. 

"I doubt it." 

"It's true. It's not like Mike didn't try, I just couldn't orgasm with him, definitely not during intercourse." 

"When then?" 

"He had to do me manually. Sometime I would use a vibrator. I thought I was losing the ability to orgasm without one, and then you came along." 

"I doubt that I'm better than your vibrator." 

"I haven't used it since you raped me." 

"You haven't had much chance. We've been fucking like rabbits every time the girls go out." 

"I know. I'm so bad. All I can think of is being with you." 

"I don't mind." 

"I'll bet. You've gotten pretty used to fucking your sister." 

"What does that mean?" 

"Oh nothing. I've gotten pretty used to fucking my brother." 

"Why don't we just forget about that all together?" 

"Don't be stupid Dan. I love you. I love making love to you, but we can't delude ourselves. We can't wish it away." 

"I'm not trying to wish it away. I'm just trying to keep it in prospective." 

"Speaking of prospective. If you keep coming in me we'll have plenty more to worry about." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean you're going to get your little sister pregnant. I'm not that old, you know." 

"Well that would be a miracle." 

"Why?" 

"I had a vasectomy just after the boys were born." 

"You what?" 

"I got fixed. I'm as sterile as an ox." 

"And just as stupid. You're an ass." 

"No an ox." 

"Fuck you. Why didn't you tell me? You let me worry all this time." 

"Why didn't you ask me?" 

"I meant to. I just kept getting preoccupied." 

"With what?" 

"Oh shut up." 

"Don't be mad at me," I said as I put an arm around her and pulled her close. "I just didn't think about it." 

"Next time, if there's something that I should know about, let me know, okay?" 

"Okay." 

"Oh my god, you're getting hard again." 

"You do it to me." 

"You're oversexed, you know that?" 

"You don't seem to mind." 

"Shut up and roll over," she said as I lay on my back so that she could straddle me. Like I said, I knew what she liked. It wasn't long before she was coming to orgasm . 

"Oh Jesus Dan, you're going to ruin me for all men," she moaned dramatically. 

In late August it was time for the girls to go back to school. Katie got a ride with a roommate, but it was Aileen's Freshman orientation, so Trish drove her. I was out of town on business for the whole thing, not that I would have been involved anyway. 

When I got back to New York I basically moved into Trish's room. We became like an old married couple, except that we were fucking like kids. And it wasn't all just vanilla either. She was game for most anything, surprisingly. 

On the Sunday of Labor Day I took her out for dinner. I scoured all of the restaurant reviews in the local paper, and found a place that served French food. It was expensive, but it got rave reviews. 

I had been planning it the whole time I was away on business and also while she was away bringing her youngest to school. I even bought her a little black dress. 

I went on the Macy's site on the internet, and god help me, I went to the juniors section. I wanted to get her something sexy, and I figured the woman's section would be to matronly. 

Not surprisingly I found just the right dress. The company's name brand was Teeze Me, which was fitting since it was a little tube dress like all the young girls wear. But the thing was that it wasn't just a "catch me, fuck me" dress either. It was actually elegant, though it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. For you guys, that means cleavage. 

I also bought her shoes and a necklace to go with the dress. I just bought what the model in the picture was wearing. It was probably a set up by Macy's to get you to buy more stuff, but it definitely completed the outfit, and I didn't want her to have to run out and buy shoes. I'd been married, I knew the deal. 

I remember when the package came. I got a call at work, and of course it was her. 

"Did you buy me something?" 

"Is it from Macy's?" 

"Yes." 

"Then yes." I heard her ripping the package open. 

"Oh my god, it's beautiful, but Danny it's a little racy." 

"No it's not. It's nice." 

"I don't know." 

"Go down in my apartment, and look under my bed. There's something else for you. Call me back after you've found them." 

"Danny?" 

"Just do it." 

I had had the shoes shipped to me at work, and I picked up the necklace at the local store. I didn't want to buy jewelry over the internet, and I also wanted to give it to her separately. 

The call came about a half an hour later. I was wondering what was taking her so long. 

"I'm wearing them now." 

"The dress, shoes and necklace?" 

"Yes." 

"And how do they look?" 

"I guess you'll have to take me out to see." 

"So they fit?" 

"Well the dress is a little tight, but I think it's supposed to be. How did you get my size?" 

"I snooped through your closet." 

"God!" 

"Well get ready, 'cause we have reservations Sunday night." 

"Oh my god, I'm going to have to get a bra for it." 

"No don't. Don't wear a bra." 

"Go braless. Are you kidding? I'm going to fall right out of the top?" 

"Know it, I'm counting on it." 

"You are too much." 

"Just be ready." 

"I think I am, already." 

That Sunday, she made me wait downstairs in my apartment all afternoon. She said she wanted it to be like a real date, and she wanted me to pick her up. So I got some work done and tried not to think of her in that dress. 

About an hour before our reservations I came upstairs in my suit, but she still made me wait. Finally she called to me from the top of the stairs. 

"I'm ready." 

I came to the bottom of the stairs, and I wasn't disappointed. 

"You look amazing." 

"Thank you. You look very nice too." 

She came down the stair slowly. The heels weren't that high. I think she just did it for effect, and it worked. She looked so elegant as she descended. 

"I wish you hadn't talked me out of wearing a bra. I feel almost naked." 

"You look great. Don't worry, you won't even notice the dress after a few drinks." 

"Maybe we should have one now?" 

"Sounds like a good idea." 

It was a glorious late summer evening, the sun was slowly setting, but we still had at least another hour of daylight. 

"I can't believe you ordered this online and got my size right." 

"You like it don't you." 

"Yes, it's very nice. I feel very feminine in it, though I also feel a little on display." 

"Not too slutty?" 

"No. It's very revealing, but no, it's not slutty." 

"Good." 

"Keep your eyes on the road and off of my legs. You won't be too happy if the person taking this dress off me is a emergency room nurse." 

"Okay, okay," I said, but I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her. 

Like I said it was a sunny day, which made it a great day for backyard barbeques, and not one that people would think to go out for dinner. So we had the restaurant all to ourselves. The place wasn't completely empty, but the wait staff didn't have much to do but cater to us, which made her happy and the night even more special. 

After dinner we went to a bar for a night cap. Again the place was practically empty with just a few patrons at the bar, and no one in the back room where Trish and I quickly migrated. 

After a few drinks she got a little affectionate, which made me happy. She was sitting on a stool, and I found a place between her legs. That dress of hers was hiked all the way to her panties, but with the effects of the alcohol, and the fact that we were all alone hidden in the back room, she didn't seem to care. 

I was getting a little tired of dry humping her, so I decided to take a chance. 

"Why don't you go to the ladies room and take these off?" I said referring to her panties 

She looked at me for a second like I had asked her to suck my cock right in the middle of the bar, but then her countenance changed, she bit her lip, and then got up off of the stool. 

Giving me a sly grin she grabbed her clutch, and headed for the ladies room. Fifteen minutes later I saw her strutting across the floor. The devious look on her face was exquisite. She kissed me again, and then took her spot back on the bar stool. 

"Come here," she said and pulled me toward her, wrapping her legs around my thighs. "If we get caught, I'm gonna kill you." 

"We're not gonna get caught." 

"Oh no, no one is gonna see the couple screwing in the back. Just shut up and let me unzip you." 

She unzipped my pants and then pulled my cock out. It felt good just to have her stroke me, but I knew her pussy was waiting for me, so I pulled her to the edge of the stool, and forced my way into her. 

She was wet, but she was really tight. 

"Oh god Danny you make me do such crazy things." 

I pushed all the way in, reveling in the feel of my sister's snatch wrapped around my cock. If anyone was watching they would have known what we were doing, but I really didn't think anyone could see us around the bend, and frankly at that point neither one of us cared. 

"You like this don't you?" 

"Don't talk," she answered all breathy. 

"I want to see you," I said and then pulled the front of her dress down. Her two tits popped out in unison, though I could see only one of her nipples fully. 

"Why don't you just strip me and throw me down on the floor?" 

"What would be the fun of that?" 

"You better not come right away. If I'm gonna fuck you in public, I wanna orgasm first," she whispered as she rocked to meet my thrusts. 

"Selfish." 

"Oh yeah, I'm naked for the whole world to see, fucking you in the back room of a bar, and I'm the selfish one." She closed her eyes and really started to get into it. 

"Danny, did you ever do this with another girl?" she asked opening her eyes to confront me, as if the idea just occurred to her. 

"No," I said truthfully. 

"Yeah, like you would ever tell me." 

"Trish, I'll never lie to you. And you're the first woman I ever fucked in the back room of a bar." 

"Good," she said and closed her eyes again. 

Luckily, she must have really been turned on by the situation, because she came first, with both of her tits popping out of her dress as she was arching her back in ecstasy. Me? I followed right after her. 

After we calmed down some, she went to the ladies room to clean up and put her panties back on. On the way out the bartender nodded to us, but he was looking at Trish with such lust that I figured he didn't know what had just happened in his back room. 

"My god Danny, I must really love you to do this crazy shit for you." 

"Thank you, and I love you too, but be honest, you liked it didn't you?" 

She didn't answer me, she just gave me a wicked grin. 

I was really having such a great time. The whole incident had that air, like when young couples, so infatuated, will do anything for each other. 

When we got home we didn't even make it up to her bed before I had her dress off, and I was fucking her again, but this time I had her bent over the living room couch right in front of the picture window. 

"You've made quite a slut out of me," she said later in bed. 

"Stop." 

"You haven't? In just the last few hours you've fucked me in a bar, and then right in front of the window. It's like you want people to see." 

"You can't say it's boring." 

"We're gonna get caught." 

"No we're not. I'll tone it down. I can't live without making love to you Trish." 

"What about if I went on one of your business trips. I could come out on a weekend. No one knows us in Butt Fuck, Nebraska." 

"That's a good idea. I have all these frequent flyer miles I've been saving. That's a great idea." 

"Okay," she said and gave me that wicked smile again. 

"So does this mean you like being my slut?" 

"Your slut? Yes," she said nodding her head in agreement. 

Reflecting on the fact that I was having a sexual relationship with my sister, there was never a time that it ever became normal for me. Every time I looked across the table at her, my sister was looking back. Every time I make love to her, I was cognizant that I am fucking my sister. That concept never goes away, never becomes commonplace. 

And though I am in love with her and want to spend the rest of my life with her, I would be lying if I told you that there aren't times that I don't get a prurient thrill out of fucking my sister. She is my sister, and it is a taboo. That, no one can deny. 

Ultimately, that was not why I was with her. I was head over heels in love with her, and she made me happier than any woman had in my life, the fact that the sex was unbelievable was just gravy. 

But there was a thorn tree in the garden, and I quote from one of my favorite movies. 

"Oh, life is like that. Sometimes, at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at its zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters descend upon us." 

My mother got sick. Now it was only the flu, but being that she was elderly and lived alone, my sister got worried and she shamed me into going and bringing mom back to our house. 

"We can both take care of her this way. It will only be for a week or so," she lectured me. 

Now it wasn't the fact that I had to care for my sick mother. I would have gladly taken some time off work. But I would have chose to take the trip out to her place every morning, and then come home each evening so that I could be in Trish's arms at night. 

I knew as soon as Trish came up with this scheme of bringing her home to her house, that I could kiss goodbye any thought of getting laid. Okay, I know you are saying to yourself that I was being selfish, but these things have a way of escalating. And that's just what happened. 

"I know this is hard for you, but with mom in the house, I just can't do it." 

"Trish, the woman is asleep by nine O'clock. You don't sleep in the same room with her. What's stopping you from coming downstairs to my apartment?" 

"I just don't feel right about it." 

"Oh Christ!" 

"It's just for a little while. Once she's back home things should get back to normal." 

"Should?" 

"I don't know Danny. I just don't feel right with mom in the house. You have to understand that." 

I understood, what I was afraid of was a shift in her thinking and assumptions about us; a new paradigm, if you will, that would change us. It didn't help that mom called into question our living arrangement. 

"I just don't think it's a good idea that you two are living together." 

"What do you mean mom?" Trish said, but gave me a look. 

"It's just that you might get too comfortable. You won't reach out and start new relationships. I mean you are both too young to go through life single." 

"Mom, I'm never getting married again," I replied. 

"You can't say that, Danny. You never know, but if you two get too comfortable, you won't. And look at what you'll be missing." 

"Fights and another divorce. You know I'm not the best judge of character: I thought Robin was a good find." 

"And look at me, mom," Trish butted in. "My ex-husband was recently in a mental institution." 

"Okay, do what you like. I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my experience. I see brothers and sisters living together in my complex, and it's just weird, that's all." 

That was it. I could see it in my sister's face. She was collapsing under the guilt trip my mother was laying on her, and there was nothing I could say or do about it. 

My mother was well enough to go home about three days later, and I was given the task of driving her. 

"You know I'm just looking out for you and Patricia," she said to break the silence during the ride. 

"Mom, I wish you would mind your own business. Now I'm thinking that I have to move out. That's a nice apartment." 

"You'll find another apartment." 

"I don't see why this is such an issue. It's not like we are sleeping in the same bed." We were, but I wasn't going to admit that to my mother. 

"I should hope not Daniel. That would be unseemly." 

And that was the issue in a nutshell. It would be unseemly. What would people say? My mother, actually most women, live in dread fear of what the neighbors might think. 

If you ask me, I don't give a fuck what people say. Those old biddies snooping into other peoples business should suck my cock. Then we would see what they could say. 

"You don't have to move out of your apartment, you know," Trish said to me a day or two later. 

"I just can't sleep with you any more?" I asked. 

"I don't know." 

"Yes you do. You just don't want to say." 

"Dan, I just need time to think." 

The next day I had to go out of town on business again, so I didn't see her again until the weekend, and even then, I barely saw her since I was exiled to the downstairs apartment again, and I had the feeling that she was avoiding me. 

I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to clear the air, so I called her. I had to call her on the phone because I didn't feel right knocking on her door. Can you imagine that? 

"Do you want to go out and get something to eat?" 

"Um, I don't know." 

"Trish, don't you think we need to talk?" 

"Yes, I guess we do." 




Reunion Ch. 04



Well it was the worst idea ever. She was completely noncommittal. It was like talking to a stump, and they say guys don't communicate. Every time I asked if it was over, she simply stated that she didn't know. I just couldn't get an answer, yes or no, to anything. And then it got worse. 

We were sitting, and not talking, in a small restaurant, when an old high school buddy walked up to the table. His name was Kevin Dundee and even though I probably hadn't seen him since graduation, he looked the same; tall, dark, and handsome. 

"Danny, Danny Keenan?" He said staring down at me. 

"Holy shit, Kevin Dundee. How are you doing?" 

"Just great, and you?" 

"Not bad," I lied. 

"I'm sorry," he said excusing himself, and looking right at Trish. "Am I interrupting?" 

"Not at all. You remember my sister Trish?" 

"I don't remember her being this beautiful." Now I remembered why I hated Kevin. In high school he was an unrepentant player. That's right, I remembered at the time, he had stolen Lynn Trieste from me. 

Well to be truthful I wasn't dating her at the time, but I was about to ask her out when he beat me to the punch; gorgeous, blond haired, big titted Lynn Trieste. 

I wanted to cut this short because he really wasn't a close friend in high school, but Trish did something that I could have throttled her for. 

"Do you want to join us Kevin?" She said right in front of me. 

"That's very nice of you, sure," he said with a gleam in his eye. 

That was it for me. From that point in the evening I was like a third wheel. They talked the rest of the night. 

She laughed at all of his jokes, whether they were funny or not. She gave him the hair flip and smiled at him with her eyes. It was nauseating. 

Then he asked her for her number, and she gave it to him, right in front of me. She couldn't have even waited until I went to the can. 

We didn't talk most of the way home. I was heart broken. 

"You're mad at me?" 

"I don't have any ties on you." 

"That's right. You're only my brother, remember?" 

"And he's...?" 

"A chance for a healthy relationship." 

"Kevin Dundee? You don't know Kevin very well." 

"And you don't either. You said yourself that you haven't talked to him since high school. He might have changed." Apparently she also was aware of his past reputation. 

"For your sake, I hope he has." 

"You should talk Dan. You fucked my best friend in my bed." 

I didn't say anything, or mention that that incident happened twenty years ago. Obviously it was more of an open wound than she let on. 

When we got home I did what I always do when things get too claustrophobic, I decided to leave. 

I was in the middle of packing my stuff when I heard a knock on my apartment door. I knew it was her, and I was apprehensive about it, and not the way that I had been when I first moved in. 

"Hi," she said tentatively when I opened the door. 

"Hi." 

"Can I come in?" 

"You better not, and besides I've got a lot to do." 

"Why, what are you doing?" 

"Packing." 

"Don't be an ass, Dan!" 

"I'm not being an ass. If this is the way you want to go, that's fine, but I'm leaving. Mom was right, we need our space." 

"Maybe she was." I could tell that she was pissed. She crossed her arms and snorted at me, but I just stood there with air of superiority. Not the best stance for an open discussion of the issues. 

"Okay then. I'll see you around," She said and turned and walked back up the stairs. 

I rented one of those extended stay hotel suites, and then I immediately went on the road. I didn't need to, the job didn't call for it, and even my boss questioned my urgency, but I had to lose myself in my work, because I was completely heartbroken. 

The thing was that I understood her motives, and I had no good argument against them. I was her brother, and I had about as much right to her as I had to the Moon. There was only one problem: I didn't yearn for the moon when it wasn't around. 

She called me a couple of times when I was on the road, but I sent her right to voicemail. I didn't want to hear all of the reasons why she was sorry. I didn't want to hear about how she went out with Kevin and had such a good time.  

In my mind he was already fucking her, even though it had only been a week or so. It didn't matter, the vision of her moaning with delight as he fucked her up the ass kept popping into my head. 

Finally after I had been back on Long Island for a couple of days, I called her, but the conversation went nothing like I expected. 

"Hi," I said with a voice that was reaching out. 

"It's about time you called." There was an edge to her voice. 

"I needed time to think." 

"Well I didn't." There was that edge again. I didn't need this shit. 

"Whatever." 

"That's right, whatever. When are you coming to get the rest of your shit?" 

"I don't want it. Just throw it out." 

"I'm not touching it, and besides you need to return my keys." 

"What the fuck. All right, I'll be over tomorrow after work." 

"Fine." 

"Fine," I said and then hung up. I was so pissed at her, but I was glad, because if I wasn't fuming at her I would be crying. 

I left early from work the next day hoping I could get my shit out of her house, leave the keys, and be gone before she got home, but no luck. When I pulled onto her street I could see her car parked in the driveway. 

"Shit," was all I could think to say. 

I went around and entered through my private entrance, and found the stuff that she was talking about in the bedroom closet. It really wasn't much to make such a big deal about, a pocket knife, and some books and clothes that were stuffed into a medium sized box. Not much to make a fuss over, but then I saw a yellow plastic bag at the bottom of the box. 

After Trish had told me about her bondage fantasy, I went to one of those sex stores. There, at the recommendation of a rather pretty young salesgirl, I bought a roll of bondage tape, and a satin blindfold. 

I took them both out of the bag and looked at them longingly. Just a waste of money, I said out loud. 

"What's a waste of money?" It was Trish. Somehow she had come into the room without me hearing. I stuffed the tape and blindfold into my pants pockets and turned around. 

She looked amazing. She was wearing a basic white blouse, like a woman would wear to work, and a black pencil skirt, but the blouse was cut tight across her chest showing off those great tits of hers. She didn't have too many buttons undone, but I could still see a bit of cleavage. Her skirt too was unusually tight. Her hips beaconed to me. 

"Nothing. Nothing at all," I said. 

"You could have told me you were here." I couldn't figure out her mood. She sounded more aloof than pissed. 

"I didn't want to disturb you." 

"Yeah I'll bet. Got all ya stuff?" She approached me as I stood by my old bed. 

"Yeah." 

"And my keys?" 

"Yeah." I reached into my jacket pocket and gave her the set of keys. 

"That's it, huh?" 

"I guess." 

"You know, you really are a piece of shit." 

"What?" 

"You always blamed Robin for deserting us, but it was really you after all, wasn't it?" 

"I don't know what you are talking about." 

"No you wouldn't would you. Now who are you going to blame it on when you leave?" 

"You're the one who started this. I didn't make you shake your ass in front of some strange guy." 

"Oh yeah Kevin. He's some lover you know." 

"You're a slut." 

"And you're a fuckin' scumbag!" She yelled at me and slapped me across the face. And man she slapped me hard too. I actually saw stars. 

I don't know what came over me. My vision went black and when I could see again I looked at her with such hatred. I then went for her and slammed her up against the nearest wall. 

"Ummmph!" She groaned as we hit the wall hard together. 

She went to hit me again, but I caught both of her wrists in mid air and pinned them to the wall. 

"I fuckin' hate you!" She screamed as she struggled to get free. "I fuckin' hate you!" 

I wasn't too happy with her either. Then as I had her pinned against the wall, I remembered the bondage tape. I pulled the roll of black tape out of my pants pocket, held it in my mouth, and then grabbed both of her arms again. 

She was strong for a woman her size, but I easily overpowered her, spun her around, and yanked her arms behind her back. It was easy then to hold her wrists together with one hand as I used the tape to bind them tight. I wound the tape all the way up to her elbows. 

With her fighting like a wildcat, I spun her around again, and threw her on what was once my bed. It was completely bare. There wasn't even a sheet on it. 

I don't know what that tape was made of, but it was the type that stuck to itself without adhesive, and it worked like a charm. She couldn't get her arms free, and she was totally vulnerable lying on the bed. The fact that I taped her arms so high caused her to arch her back and stick out those great tits of hers. That's when I noticed that I had a huge hard-on. 

I ripped off my jacket, tie and shirt, and stood there in my tee shirt. The look on her face changed from pure hatred to unadulterated fear. 

"What are you going to do to me?" 

"I don't know, but you're not going to like it. I promise you that." 

"Danny please." It wasn't an act. She was powerless, and more than a little scared. 

"Shut up," I yelled, and then walked over to her laying on the bed. I then grabbed her by the blouse, and ripped it wide open, her buttons flying this way and that. 

"Auuugh!" She groaned as she came to rest back on the bed. She had on this stunning black nylon bra that I could see right through. Her nipples were a blackish color under the material, and that only fomented my lust. 

I looked into the box, found the pocket knife, opened it, and as she gasped, I reached over and cut her bra open. Her tits fell out in all of their glory. She really has such great tits. 

I could have easily pushed her skirt up, or unzippered it, but that would have taken too long, and in the height of my fury and desire, I opted to cut it off, and so I did. It went along with the whole rape scenario. 

I thought it would take a lot of effort to cut it off, but it was thin material and it was stretched to the max, so it cut open like a paper bag. 

Within a minute she was naked except for a pair of white panties. I cut them off also, and she was totally naked. 

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked as if she didn't know. 

She looked fuckin' incredible splayed out across that big brass bed, her gold hair scattered above her like a crown. She never looked more sexy. 

With her arms and wrists bound behind her, and her clothes either ripped or cut off, she looked like something out of the pages of a 1950's dime store crime novel, and it filled me with lust. 

My eyes ran up her long toned legs which were curled up sexily to try and conceal her neatly shaven snatch, her round full hips converging into a thin small waist, which blossomed again to her chest adorned with the sweetest pair of tits. 

"You're going to fuck me aren't you?" She asked, her green eyes filled with alarm, her chest and tits rising and falling with her rapid, shallow breaths. I didn't answer her, I just slowly stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and finally took off my pants and boxers. 

"Yes," I said as I got to the bed and grabbed her by those wonderful hips. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you 'til you beg me to it stop. I hope it hurts, you little slut." 

Lifting up her legs with the inside of my arms, I pushed between them, set my cock against that lovely pussy of hers, and then entered her. She gasped as the tip of my cock penetrated her lips. 

She was tight as a drum at first, and it hurt a little. I could see her wince as I forced myself into her. 

"Does that hurt?" I sneered. 

"Yes!" She blurted out all breathy. 

"Good." 

But then I found her wetness as I plunged deeper into her. God she felt wonderful, a pleasure that I thought I would never feel again. 

Then it hit me. If she was wet, then she was aroused by this. With that she closed her eyes and arched her back some more. That's when I knew she was enjoying it. 

"You like this? You like me raping you?" I asked as I started to plunge into her, but she didn't say anything. She just looked at me with such fury. 

"Say it, you little slut. You like this, don't you?" 

"Yes," she admitted panting. 

"You can see who ever you like, but I'm coming over before you do so that I can tie you up and fuck you." 

"Oh god!" You could tell by her eyes that she knew I meant it and was resigned to the fact. She probably liked the idea of having her pussy wet with my come as her date picked her up. 

"You can do whatever you want to me. I want you to. I know that now Danny. Fuck me. Fuck me hard until there is nothing left of me. I love you Danny." 

My eyes widened with amazement, and then I pushed her legs as far as they would go to get even deeper inside of my sister. 

I looked at her, her eyes nearly closed with desire, her arms pinned behind her back, her tits sticking out and flopping to my beat, my dick plunging in and out of my sister's twat, and I came. 

I lay on top of her for a while, but then rolled off of her thinking that I was probably crushing her. 

"Dan?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Can you untie me?" 

"Oh yeah, right." 

I rolled her over and pulled the tape off of her and then threw it onto the floor. I plopped on my back, and surprisingly Trish snuggled up onto my chest. 

"I missed you," she cooed. 

"I missed you too," I answered with some surprise. I had assumed while I was cutting and ripping all of her clothes off, that after it was over she would never talk to me again. Then she tells me she loves me as I'm raping her, and now she is snuggling with me. 

"Are you going to leave again?" 

"I don't want to, but what about Kevin? What about everything else?" 

"I didn't see Kevin, you ass. He called me as soon as I got home that night. That's why I came down, to tell you that, and to tell you that I told him no." 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because, when I came down you were packing to leave. I was so furious with you that I forgot why I came down in the first place." 

"I'm sorry." 

"I have to know that you're not going to leave me again." 

"Listen Trish, I'm sorry, but as far as I was concerned you were pulling away from me, and flirting with some other guy right in front of me." 

"I know, I'm sorry too. I know I was being a bitch, but mom gets me so fucked up sometimes with her guilt trips. I think she knows about us, you know?" 

"What? How?" 

"Well I'm not certain, but she said something once to me about us." 

"When?" 

"When I was seventeen. You were away at school, and I was missing you so much that I took a picture that I had of us together and had it blown up and hung it on the wall. 

"She looked at it, and then at me and said, 'There's something about you and Daniel's relationship that bothers me." 

"What are you talking about, I asked her, but she didn't say. She just walked out of my room. That's why I think she suspects." 

"We'll deal with it sis. We'll deal with everything. Besides she has no proof, and as long as I keep the apartment downstairs, she never will." 

"Danny, you're never going to leave me again, are you?" 

"No, Trish. As long as you want me, I'm yours." 

"Okay," she said and snuggled into me more. "And I'm yours for as long as you want me." 

"Trish?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Can I still tie you up from time to time?" 

"Anytime you want, big brother, but you owe me a new outfit. Next time you want to cut my clothes off let me know so I can go to the thrift store first." 

* 

Six months later we are still together, still a couple, though an illicit one. She makes me happy, and I try my best to always think of her first, though that's not so hard since I never stop thinking about her. 

We know the odds are stacked against us, so I just want to hold her while I can. I don't know how long we have together, who does?



Reunion Ch. 05



I awoke with Alexis in bed with me. Her hand was stroking me and her naked tits pressed against my side. It was a sweet sensation to wake up too. I reached over and took her head and she went willingly down to press her face against my cock. She licked around the sensitive head and then she took it into her warm, wet mouth, using her tongue around the outside as she sucked it deeper. Lord, she was good at this.

The door open and I had a sudden mental image of her husband bursting in with gun in hand, but it was Kyle. Alexis didn't stop what she was doing as Kyle took a seat in the chair near the bed. 

"We need to talk, man," he said. 

"I'm kind of preoccupied," I said. 

"This won't wait," he said. "It's nearly noon. We're supposed to do another rehearsal at 3 o'clock and then tonight we're playing for the reunion. Our rehearsals yesterday sucked and it was your fault. The guys elected me to find out what your fucking problem is." 

I shivered a little as Alexis chose that moment to suck me all the way into the back of her throat. Her tongue actually slithered over my balls before she pulled her head back and then did it again. This time she skimmed me with her teeth a little and it was another wicked sensation. Her tongue did the thing with my balls and then she drew her head back, raised her head and grinned at me, and then sucked me back into her mouth again. 

"Pay attention," Kyle said. 

"It's a little hard at the moment," I gasped. 

"Alexis says it's this fucking girl, Laura. She says that you are really hung up over her. The bitch must have done some kind of job on you back in high school."

"Leave Laura out of this," I said irritably. 

Kyle shook his head in disgust. "So it is all about Laura. Look, man, I don't know what you're hung up about. Alexis has nicer looking tits and that sweet little real estate agent yesterday was about the best looking piece I've seen around and I've seen a lot. Laura is not all that hot."

Alexis raised her head and said, "He thinks he's in love."

I pushed her head back down. "You just keep out of this and finish what you started."

Her lips encircled me again and her mouth was lava hot as she sucked me inside. This time she got serious and began bobbing her head, using her teeth and tongue as she tried to bring me to completion. I put my hand on her hand and let my fingers play in her soft hair. 

"You got to get over this," Kyle said. 

"And how do I do that," I said, gasping for breath. 

"You'll get over it when we all do her tonight after the performance," Kyle said. 

"She won't go along," I said. 

:"I think you'll be surprised," Kyle said. 

It was hard to even think about Kyle's words as I felt the heat in my balls and then the sweet release of coming in Alexis's mouth. My hips came up off the bed and Alexis drew me deeper as I started to spurt. She had the practiced movements of someone who knew how to keep from choking. I gripped her hair tighter as I spurted. She made gasping swallowing sounds that added to my excitement and finally I collapsed back onto the bed and felt her sucking the last few drops from my prick. 

"Lord, Alexis," I said. 

Alexis lay back licking cum from her lips so none would be wasted. I thought the look of her, naked on her back, licking her lips, her hair tangled, sheen of sweat on her body, was sexy enough to make me want to go again. She licked her lips again and looked hungrily at Kyle. 

"You want some, baby?" she asked. 

He slapped her on the ass. "Get a shower and get dressed. I want some breakfast and some coffee. Besides, I want to save myself so I can be really hard when I fuck Bobby's high school sweetheart tonight."

"You sorry piece of shit," I said to him, but I was smiling. It was hard to stay mad at Kyle. We had been friends too long and we had gone through a lot together. I still didn't believe he had a chance with Laura, or maybe being near her brought back all my teenage insecurities. Kyle was right. Laura was no raving beauty. I had strong feelings for Laura but they were confused feelings. I was pretty sure it wasn't love anymore. I didn't have this vision of us settling down and raising kids. So what did I want from her? It was a question I couldn't answer. 

Alexis took her shower first and dressed and went to meet the boys at the coffee shop. I took my time. They were all nearly finished when I went in and I ordered just coffee. We went through the days schedule and finalized the songs we were going to do at the reunion. Everyone was a little more relaxed or maybe it was just me. 

I was finishing my coffee and the guys were getting ready to go when a police car pulled up front and Alexi's husband got out. His face was red with anger. He pushed open the big doors and came straight for us. I had the sudden sensation that I should be diving for cover before he started shooting. 

He stopped in front of Alexis and held out a piece of paper. "You bitch," he said. 

"Don't get so upset, Matt," Alexis said calmly. "You know what the doctor said about your blood pressure and excitement. Besides, why should you get upset? We haven't been husband and wife for a long time."

"You don't just walk out on me," he said furiously. 

"Please, Matt, be reasonable," she said. "Our marriage is crap. Our lives are crap. I just didn't want to go on the way we have been. I want something more." 

"You're going away with these creeps," he said, looking at Kyle. 

"I'm not going away with anyone," Alexis said. "I told you what I was going to do in my letter. I'm going to divorce you and I'm going to live with my sister in Texas for a while. I'm going to start a new life. Don't you see, Matt? It's our chance to be happy. We couldn't ever be happy together." 

'I bet you're fucking one of these guys," he said belligerently. 

"Please, Matt," she said, "Let's not make this harder. Just go away." 

"I want to know who you're fucking," he demanded. 

"I don't think you really want to know that, man," Kyle said. 

I could have bitch slapped Kyle. He was not making things better. Alexis's husband put his hands on his hips, near his pistol. His pistol really made me nervous. I didn't think we were all going to fit under the table if he started shooting. His fingers moved dangerously close to the handle of his weapon as he leaned across the table and put his face close to Kyle's. 

"Is it you, you bastard," he said. "Is she fucking you?"

"Stop spitting in my face," Kyle said, but his voice cracked a little and I knew he wasn't as sure of himself as he was trying to sound. We were seconds away from Matt erupting in violence. 

"Oh, for crying out loud," Alexis said, standing up in front of her husband. "You want to know who I'm fucking, Matt. I'm fucking them all."

She said it loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. Matt took a couple of steps backward and he didn't look so intimidating anymore. Alexis followed him. She had he hands on her hips and she was looking up at him with a tired, disgusted expression. "You had to do it this way, didn't you?" she asked angrily. "You had to make a big deal out of it. Okay, you want to know. I've fucked every one of the band members and I'll probably do it again before they leave. And you want to know something else, Matt. I've sucked their dicks, and I've had it up my ass. Is there anything else you want to know?"

I felt kind of sorry for Matt. All his macho posturing was gone and he heaved a big sigh and turned and walked out of the restaurant. It was very quiet inside. I realized Alexis had tears on her cheeks and I got up and hugged her and then all of the guys hugged her. I hadn't liked the way Alexis had humiliated her husband but I had the sense that he had hurt Alexis many times in the past in different ways and the marriage would have ended this way even without the bands interference. 

I went back to my room and packed as we were checking out before we left for the reunion. I wouldn't miss the motel. The truth was I wouldn't miss the town I had grown up in. The cheerleaders had brought me back but I knew I'd never come back again. There were too many oppressive memories hanging over the city like the thick white smoke from one mill that still operated. 

At two-thirty we piled in the van and I drove to our high school. It was decorated all over with our school colours and a couple of familiar teachers were inside to greet us. We set up on the platform and ran through our first numbers and it sounded pretty good. We rested for a while and then did another few songs until we were beginning to feel loose and I had the sound quality where I wanted it. Normally, we would have had technicians helping us with the sound but this time we were on our own. It still sounded good. 

We rested again and sat in the little room they had allowed us to use in the back, and we shot the breeze and had a few beers. We talked about where we going next and Kyle said we should probably hire Alexis as our road manager. I agreed there would definitely be some benefits of such a decision as long as Matt wasn't anywhere around. We all laughed and drank some more beers and then we went out and did our first show. We had promised two sessions and I could tell there was a big divide among our audience. Some really seemed to love the music but there were some who seemed unhappy with our choices. 

Alexis showed up in a knockout outfit and Elsie was with her. Our real estate lady was looking at Alexis in a worshipful manner and I got the feeling something had changed in their relationship. In high school Alexis was always the one fetching and carrying for Elsie. Now Elsie seemed infatuated with Alexis. 

"That one found out she loves pussy," Kyle said, slapping me on the arm and grinning. 

"I think so," I said. 

It was like all other reunions, I suppose. There was a lot drinking and do you remember when. Half the people I didn't know and some of them looked at me like I had metamorphosed into some kind of alien creature. I did find one old friend. 

Spencer Davis was standing off in a corner by himself much like high school. He had little changed. He was a tall, skinny boy with glasses and he had become a tall, skinny man with glasses. His father had owned a grocery store and Spencer had inherited the business. There was no wedding ring and he looked a little ill at ease when I approached him. 

"Hey, Spencer," I said. "I'm still the same guy that worked for your Dad in the grocery store."

"You're pretty famous now, Bobby," he said. 

"That doesn't matter," I said. "We were friends then. We're friends now. Come and meet the guys." 

Spencer was painfully shy but I still managed to get him across the dance floor to the table where the band was sitting. We had introductions all around. Alexis was sitting next to Kyle and his hand was on her knee. Her green skirt was very short and the bodice was wickedly low cut. Spencer was trying not to be obvious but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Elsie was sitting close by and she was wearing a lacy white blouse and a knee length skirt but she wasn't watching anyone but Alexis. I wondered what had happened to the calculating business women who had sold herself to the band. She didn't seem to care about anything but Elsie. 

I wondered where her husband was. I doubted Matt was going to show up at the reunion. Knowing small towns as I did, I figured what had happened that morning would be circulating in the rumour mill by now. Matt would be too embarrassed. But Elsie had somehow managed to leave her husband at home also and he had been on the school counsel. 

Spencer was invited to join us and I didn't let him leave. I got him a beer and made him sit beside Kyle and the boys did their best to make him relax. It wasn't going to happen. Spencer had a ton of emotional problems and I saw that getting older hadn't helped his problems any. I knew he had always had a perception of himself as being a looser. Nobody had ever made fun of me in high school but Spencer got it constantly. I liked him because he was really a nice guy if people would have troubled to find out. 

We decided to do another couple of songs because the canned dance music was driving us crazy and I saw Kyle whisper in Alexis's ear before we went up on stage. By the time we got back to the table, Alexis was all over Spencer. She was rubbing his leg and leaning over to give him a good view and Spencer wasn't sure what to think about it. 

Elsie didn't like it. The look on her face would have soured milk. Kyle noticed it and laughed. He put his arm around Alexis and practically lifted her out of his seat. Then he did the same to Elsie. Elsie stiffened but Alexis gave her a look and she relaxed. 

"Come with me, Spencer," Kyle said. "We're going into the back." 

Some of my classmates had started coming around for autographs. I steered them to the other band members and promised I would be back shortly. I didn't want to miss whatever Kyle had in mind. I followed them across the dance floor and into the small room in the back. Spencer looked nervous. Alexis looked bemused. Elsie had the kind of look on her face I had seen before when she was completely disgusted with everything and everybody. 

In the back Kyle closed the door and kissed Alexis on the mouth. Then he casually took the straps of Alexis's gown and peeled them down so that her both her beautiful tits spilled out. I heard Spencer gasp. Alexis didn't say anything or try to hide. Elsie looked even more disgusted but there was also another look in her eyes as she looked at Alexis's creamy tits so tantalizingly close. 

"Let me tell you about Elsie," Kyle said. "See, Elsie has been a bitch to everyone for years. She thought her pussy was gold plated, but she was willing to sell it to us. But then she found out her tongue got hard for pussy and she'll never be the same again."

Elsie didn't say anything. Alexis was smiling as she moved over in front of Elsie. She knew what Kyle wanted and Alexis reached for Elsie's hair and pulled her face down to her tits. "Don't, please," Elsie said, but her lips were already sucking at one of Alexis's nipples. 

"Holy fuck," Spencer said. 

I had to agree with him. It looked hotter than hell and Elsie was making noises as she sucked with gusto. Alexis stroked her head and made encouraging noises. When she pushed Elsie back, Elsie groaned with disappointment. 

"Alexis is showing her tits," Kyle said. "I think you should show yours, Elsie.' 

"No," Elsie said. She looked at Spencer. I wanted her to remind her she had performed for the entire band yesterday but this was a different Elsie. Her arrogance was gone. 

"Take your fucking clothes off," Alexis said, "or you'll never taste my pussy again."

There was a mean streak in Alexis I had never noticed before. I felt uncomfortable with the tone of her voice but I also felt excited as I watched Elsie start to refuse and then shrug her shoulders in defeat. Without saying another word, Elsie undid the buttons of her blouse and peeled it off and then stepped out of her skirt. She stood there in bra and panties and Alexis said, "The rest," and Elsie peeled her panties down her legs and then unhooked her bra. 

Spencer was breathing like he had a lung disease. I was breathing pretty heavy myself. Alexis lifted up her dress and pushed Elsie down on her knees. It didn't take much pushing. Alexis smiled as she pulled the former cheerleader's face against her pussy. She began to grind against Elsie's face and Elsie wasn't trying to get away. I heard a slurping sound and then Alexis made a shivering motion and she moaned. 

"Hot damn, she's good at that," Alexis said. 

In a few moments she pushed Elsie down on her back on the floor and she simply sat down, smothering her face with her cunt. She began o squirm as Elsie ate her. 

"Come here," Alexis said to Spencer. 

I was getting hard and Alexis had already drained me one time that day. I knew how Spencer must have felt as Alexis unzipped him and reached inside and pulled his cock out. I thought it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen as Alexis kept grinding her pussy onto Elsie's face and then took Spencer's cock into her mouth. 

Kyle slapped me on the shoulder and told me he'd accomplished his mission and he was out of the door. I was tempted to stay because my prick was stiff and I needed relief but then I figured it was Spencer's moment. I didn't know what else Alexis and Elsie had in mind for Spencer but I knew he was going to enjoy it. 

I didn't go back to the auditorium right away. My prick was still obviously hard and I needed to give it time to go down. I decided to visit my old classroom. I found my way through the old familiar halls with the dusty hardwood floors until I found the one classroom where I had spent my senior year. It was a wasted trip. It looked like every other classroom but when I turned around to go back the other way, I almost ran into Reverend Bishop and his wife Judy. 

Tad and Judy were never two of my favourite people. Tad was a couple of years older but he was one of those people who always seemed sour and unhappy. I could picture him preaching the fires of hell from his pulpit. Judy was a small girl that I had never really found attractive. Her face was angular and her lips as if she was always sucking a lemon. She did have two very attractive features and they both looked huge on such a small girl. She had done her best to bind them up and keep them under control but there was very little she could do. She also had trouble with her nipples being very large and sensitive. She couldn't do a cheer without her swollen nipples popping. It embarrassed her but again there was little she could do to cover them up. Today she wore a floor length skirt and a ruffled white blouse buttoned to the neck. She still hadn't managed to keep those big nipples under control and she saw where my eyes went and she involuntarily folded her arms across her chest. They still embarrassed her. 

"Bobby," she said. "Are you lost? There were specific rules given about walking around the school."

"I was just looking around," I explained. 

"Your type always thinks they can break all the rules," Tad said. 

"My type," I said, in a questioning tone of voice. 

"Musicians," he said. He might as well have said heathen sinners in the same tone he said musicians. He evidently had little use for either. I always thought of Tad as a buttoned up type who couldn't really be friendly with anyone because they would never find themselves worthy of his presence. I wondered if Judy felt that way sometimes. 

"I only wanted to see my old classroom," I said, wondering why I was bothering to explain anything. 

"But that's in the other hallway," Judy said quickly. 

I looked at her oddly. I started to tell her she was mistaken but there was something in her face that told me she knew what she was saying. We had been in the same home room my senior year and she knew, as well as I did, that we were standing in front of it. I wondered what she was up too. 

"I'll take you over and let you see it," Judy said. "Honey, why don't you go on? We're already late and I know there are people you want to see." 

"I don't think that would be fitting," he said prudishly, the thought of his wife wandering the hallways with a reprobate like me making him grimace. 

"You know what the rules are," she insisted. "I can't let him go wandering around by himself." He's liable to steal something or worse."

I wondered what there was in this old building I would be tempted to steal but her argument convinced her husband. He already thought I was Satan and probably figured I'd find some sort of sin to commit if left by myself long enough. He still looked sour and uncertain but he finally nodded and he left us alone. His wife watched his back until he disappeared. 




Reunion Ch. 05



"I hate him," she whispered vehemently. 

She was trembling and I put my hand on her shoulder. She left it there for a moment and then she turned to face me. I couldn't help but glance at those big prominent nipples again. They looked even bigger than before. 

"I know, I know," she said. "That's what men look at. Tad fusses at me like I can do something about it. They have a mind of their own and there's not anything I can do." 

Her voice had approached a fever pitch and I started wondering if I was caught in the hallway with a crazy woman, but then she stepped forward and there was a glistening wetness to her lips and her eyes shown with a bright excitement. 

"What's it like, Bobby," she asked me. 

"What?" I asked. 

"The life you lead. Tell me, please. We don't have a lot of time. He won't leave me alone for long. What's it like? Is it really so sinful?" 

I could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. The entire situation was surreal. I started to tell her we needed to get back to the reunion but there was also a musky smell to her, a mixture of perfume and aroused woman and I was amazed she was acting this way. I wanted to find out where it would lead. 

"What do you want me to tell you?" I asked her. "You want specifics? You want details? You want all of the sick, twisted perversions we get up to on the road."

"Please, Bobby," she said softly. 

"I'll tell you everything," I said, "but it will cost you."

I didn't wait for her answer. I reached up and fondled one of those big tits through her blouse. He face paled and she reached for my hand but then she stopped and dropped her hand to her side once again. I grew bolder, my fingers stroking her already thrusting nipple. 

"It's really a wicked life," I said. "Our favourite game is to sacrifice virgins. We find a good looking nineteen year old groupie and we ask her if she's a virgin. We tell her she has to sacrifice it to the band. You'd be surprised at how many little bitches pull off their panties even before we finish asking her."

Judy was moaning and my hand gripped her hard enough to hurt. She pressed into my hand. I bent down and kissed her lips. Her lips felt cold but she opened her mouth and let me put my tongue inside. 

"You should see them after we're done with them," I said. "When they are all bruised and covered with cum. I bet Tad doesn't like his cock sucked, does he, Judy?" 

She didn't answer. Her eyes were closed. I unbuttoned her blouse. She put her hand over mine again but there was no strength in her fingers. I unbuttoned her blouse to show her huge tits trying to get out of a plain white bra. 

"Sometimes I do them in the ass," I told Judy. "I bet you never had it in the ass. Some of them beg me not too but I do it anyway. They end up loving it."

We didn't make any more conversation. I simply gave her a push on her shoulders and she kneeled down in the hallway and unzipped me and fished my cock into her mouth. She wasn't as good as Alexis. Her mouth was wet and she tried but she didn't have much experience. In a few minutes I simply grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. She dropped her hands and let me. I gagged her couple of times but she didn't resist.

I didn't want to finish in her mouth. I wanted the ultimate. I picked her up off the floor and walked her into the classroom. I undid the hook on her bra so her tits fell free. Then I pushed her face down on the teacher's desk. At no time did she even try to resist. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and gripped her plain white panties and ripped them partially off. It was what she needed. She gasped and pushed her pretty ass back against me

"Now I'm going to fuck you like a whore," I said. "It's what you really want to be. A whore for the band. 

Her pussy was soaking wet and I slipped into her easily. My cock felt good inside her and I moved back and forth in a slow rhythm, not wanting to hurry this fantasy come true. I reached beneath her and held one of her tits with one hand while I fucked her. 

"Say fuck for me," I told her. 

"Fuck," she said, without hesitation. "Fuck me, Bobby." 

"Tell me you're a whore," I said. 

"I'm a whore, Bobby," she said. "I'm a fucking whore. Fuck me."

"Will you suck my dick?" I asked her. 

"I'll suck you. I'll suck your friends. I'll suck your bus driver. Just tell me too, Bobby. Just tell me what you want." 

I got faster and I could hear the sounds my cock made going into her and she started to say fuck every time I rammed her. I wanted to make her say and promise other things but I felt too good to talk anymore. My cock was burning. It wasn't just the fucking that felt so good. It was the ultimate fantasy come true, fucking her on the teachers desk. I slipped my other hand underneath her and gripped both her tits and squeezed as hard as I could as I rammed deeply into her one last time and felt my cum spurt into her cunt. She rammed back against me and wiggled her ass and she might not have been an experience cocksucker but she knew how to squeeze her pussy to get every drop. 

It took me a few moments before I could calm down. My cock slipped out of her and I took her by the head and pushed her down on her knees in front me and told her to be a good little whore and lick me clean. Her mouth was wet and warm and she cleaned me completely. I found myself getting hard again and I pulled her away. It was hard to stop her. 

"It's getting late," I said. "Tad might come looking."

She nodded and used her blouse to wipe her mouth. She dressed and we walked back out to the auditorium. I was in for another surprise. Evidently Kyle had been busy. Every band needs some good looking dancers shaking their booty and Kyle had found us four and they were all in cheerleading uniform. Alexis and Elsie were dancing on side of the stage and their cheers had never looked so incredibly hot. On the other side of the stage was a skinny woman with very long, attractive legs trying to do her cheers without showing more than the law allowed. It took me a moment to recognize Carol Marsh. The little brunette next to her was Nancy Powers. 

My thought was that the reunion was just beginning.