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The Long Wait

By: Stump



It was finally here; this was the night they had waited for many years. She was staring at the snow and the reflection of the fire in the window; a world away thinking of her lover and the nights of pleasure they had shared over the years. Each one just as precious as the next, but those were nothing compared to the desires and pleasures they would share from this night forward. The wait was over, from now on the would be together forever. Never again would they leave from "business trips" on different planes, headed in opposite directions.

John stood there watching her for a few minutes, still memorized by her beauty after so many years. Life had changed her on the outside, but he never saw that. He could only see what was in her heart and soul, feel the love that was there, even across the room. His heart beat faster, just as it did every time her saw her from the moment they met.

Bonnie didn't have to turn around to know he was there. She could feel him, just as she always had. The warmth from his love seemed to fill the air, calling to her heart from the moment he entered a room. She knew he was watching her, he did every time they were to meet, and it was like a ritual now between them.

She turned around just as John came up behind her to welcome him with open arms and a kiss. This time it was more passionate and filled with more desire than they had ever felt. It was as if they were falling in love for the first time. There was no need for words, they looked into each other eyes and into their souls, which spoke all that was needed. Then he kissed her again. It was so much sweeter than either of them remembered.

They left the lobby hand in hand, never noticing once all of the people around them, and started up to the suite that had been booked for a year. It was an anniversary present of sorts, to themselves. For years they had loved each other, spending the occasional weekend together when their schedules permitted, and that love had grown deeper and stronger every day of those years. Their desire and passion for each other had never wavered, only becoming, more intense with each meeting.

But at this moment in this place, a place that had long since become a favorite vacation spot, the only thing that mattered was that they were together. The dinner, wine and roses had been ordered in advance, the bed had been turned down, the fire started and music was playing softly in the background. They went to the table by the window to enjoy the dinner that had been set there. Everything was just right; it was a perfect night for falling in love all over again.

Tonight they didn't have to worry about how much time they had together on this trip; they had all the time in the world. After dinner they danced by the fire, fitting together so perfectly, like they had come from the same mold. They were truly two halves of a whole. Words were not needed tonight; their hearts did all of the talking. Sharing the desire, passion, loving and longing that they both felt.

John and Bonnie danced their way to the bedroom, not wanting to let go of each other, but so ready to make the night complete. They knelt on the bed, slowly undressing each other, taking turns kissing the flesh that was revealed with each piece of clothing removed. There desire and passion was growing more and more intense with each kiss, they wanted to savor every delicious moment. When they were finally undressed, he laid her down gently, kissing her along the way. The kiss was filled with the passion and desire that would no longer be denied.

Slowly and gently he entered her, she was already very wet and ready to receive every inch of him. They started slow wanting to take their time, but their love making soon built to a quick pace. They couldn't get enough of each other; their bodies were starving for the love and passion only they could give each other. Suddenly, John stopped and smiled at her. Bonnie knew that look in his eyes, he didn't want to cum yet, and he wanted to make this last forever, almost.

She turned him over easily, straddling him just below his swollen shaft. She leaned over and began to rub his chest, circling his nipples with her fingernails. Trailing kisses from one nipple to the other, each responding immediately to her kisses. She reached down with one hand to begin stroking him with a feather like touch, knowing that he wouldn't wait too long to satisfy their desires. Shy lay down on top of him, moving her hands to his and holding them above his head. Her tongue traced the outline of his lips, gently opening them to deepen the kiss, knowing that it would drive him crazy.

She didn't have to wait long for his desire for release to over come him. John brought both of there hands down across her back and rolled them over to give them the release they both craved. He entered her again, quickly taking them to the heights of ecstasy only the could reach. Their bodies exploding at the same time, over and over again. They collapsed side by side, the passion having exhausted them for the time being. Only then did they speak the words that were in their hearts.

"Welcome home darling. I've missed you, " she said. "I will never leave you again. I'm home to stay," he answered and kissed her again.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing that this was the first day of the rest of their lives, never again to be parted by miles and other commitments. Together always and forever.

The Long Wait



For a moment he raised his head and by the dim streetlight he saw her. For years he has seen her walk past the house. For years he wished she would stop, say something, smile at him in a deeper way than between neighbors. Then she was gone. She was not the vision of perfection, not even to him, but she presented all that he ever wanted in a woman. He had known her all his life - as children they played in the same neighborhood, they went to the same schools, so close and never reachable.

Angrily he turned away. Dressed all in black his tall figure seemed to have melted into the shadows of the house. He felt tired. Years of playing the dating games have left him scarred and bereft. The games which he played eagerly al those years seemed to have lost their charm. This feeling would subdue, he knew. He'd had it whenever he saw her walk past, when he felt the urge to whisper to her a few words of truth, when in his mind, she wanted the same thing as he did and would succumb to honesty. In his mind he thought that the bars of society prevent him from telling her his dreams, prevent her from telling him hers. Resting his hand on the doorknob he looked down. "I need exercise," he muttered "and a plastic surgeon". He didn't. He was attractive with piercing green/gray eyes, which were enough to melt most girls. Slightly overweight more with frustration than with food, his posture was impressive. The scars and insecurity left him arrogant and sinister. The eyes that could melt were cold, his looks as if carved of stone served most to drive people away.

The house was an inn. It had large, heavy wooden tables and long benches next to them. in the air hung the constant smell of smoke and beer mixed with a tint of garlic which dominated most of the dishes. Going behind the bar he poured himself the strong house brew and began preparing to close down for the night. It was late, most people at this part of town would be fast asleep. Bitterly he thought that she wouldn't. He knew there would be a lit window in her house where she would be working on her thesis. Maybe if he continued with university rather than opening the inn she would have noticed him.

Pouring another glass of the ice cold house brew he sat down to have some of tonight's pasta. You never get the chance to eat when there are clients and friends around. Just as he was beginning to feel the weight of his day lift the lights turned out. Glancing out he could see that the entire town was pitch black. Cursing he cast a look at the dying flame of the fire place, red amber which gave little light and only cast long shadows. "I knew I should have changed batteries in that torch," he thought to himself as he pulled out of the chair to look for a candle. Wobbling on his feet he knew that he drunk too much that evening.

The soft rapping on the door was barely audible. For a moment he thought that a log cracked at the fireplace. But the rapping repeated, even if hesitating. He walked toward the door. There by the shadows cast from the fireplace he could just barely make out her form. Raising an eyebrow in renewed interest he waited for her to speak. She was obviously nervous and her voice trembled a little. "er... I'm sorry to disturb you, but my lights.. well... everybody's lights blacked out, and I really have to work on my thesis, and was wondering if you have a torch or a candle to spare?"

For a moment he was silent, absorbing her figure as she was standing in the freezing wind. "Sure," he said. "Always happy to help a neighbor. C'mon in. you shouldn't be standing in the freezing wind." She brushed lightly against him as she entered the warm tavern and thankfully headed towards the dying fireplace. He helped her with her coat, his hands brushing her neck as he did. He could feel warmth ignite within him. He opened the candle box on the mantelpiece only to discover that it's empty.

"Sorry," he said. "But I can offer you a glass of wine, that should at least warm you up a bit."

"Thanks" she said.

Walking slowly toward the bar he cursed himself for not having the courage to say more to her. Engulfed in his thoughts he tripped on the old crack in the wooden floor and hit his forehead on the table. He was enraged with himself "I AM SO STUPID! Not only am I too shy to say anything to her, here I make a total fool of myself!" He stumbled to his knees and in an instant she was next to him. She touched the spot where he'd been hit. Her still cold fingers felt like fire to his skin, the combination of pain and alcohol worked its trick on him. He pulled her head towards him his lips meeting hers. Her eyes widen in shock she started pulling back her head. He held her firmly, with his other hand he started running his fingers from her cheek to the base of her neck, his lips parted, his tongue softly caresses her lips.

She stops struggling, her hands move in his hair. He slips one hand and slowly starts massaging her breasts, his tongue now draws lines along her neck, he gently bytes her neck, her fingers dig deep in his back. Her eyes narrow in pleasure as he slowly starts undoing her top while gently biting his way down to her breasts. His hands move down touching, not touching her soft skin. He's running his fingers drawing circles around her nipples, tickling her stomach. Her hands pull his head towards her, she is getting hungry for him, her nails scratching his skin. He then bites one of her nipples, her head jerks back in the sudden pain and pleasure.

He keeps biting the nipple and at the same time his tongue slowly licks it's tip. Her breathing became rapid, the dying flame which earlier was too cold to warm her seemed to burn brighter. She snatched off his shirt and bit him hard in his shoulder. "Ouch," he said with a flicker of a smile. "So we have a vampire on our hands." He grabbed her by her wrists and pushed her to the floor. She struggled to fight as his tongue and teeth worked all the way from her breasts to her neck.

He moved lower and lower and she quivered on the floor her hand now moving towards his black jeans. Massaging him. "Careful now," he said. "This is my fantasy and my job in pleasing you. You don't want to finish me off too early." He smiled as he spread her legs and gently removed her underwear. "Be a good girl now," he whispered. His soft breath felt like flame against her inner thigh. His hands caressing her stomach and thighs, his lips now brushed against her inner thigh, moving upwards and upwards, but not high enough.

Teasingly he let his hand just brush against her clit. A touch of a feather, no more, and then immediately drew it away. His hands were now massaging her inner thigh. Going each time a little higher, just never high enough. Her fingers pushed strong against his head, trying to lead him to the right place, but he is stronger. With a taunting smile he brushed his lips against her fanny and starts blowing air at her clit. Her back arches and she is breathing heavily.

"Do it already!" she moans and says nothing, just moving his head a little so she can feel the stream of air from all directions. He then starts licking, in long excruciating motions, and then he stops.

She is breathing heavily, her body rigid with anticipation, his head is not moving. There is an odd silence in the air, disturbed by hear breathing and the crackle of wood in the fireplace. He then continued with one long lick starting between her thighs and going up all the way to her neck. His hands followed in long motions, touching everything sliding on her legs, her sides her breasts. Her body jumping with little jolts that went through it, her mind, her entire focus was on the one thing that she could think. She wanted him here and now and only he could extinguish the fire that burnt bright within her.

She pushed him off and pinned him to the floor. With a fluid motion she slipped off his jeans. He was rock hard as she knew he would be. It was her turn to tease a little. Her fingers started massaging his balls as she began running the tip of her tongue up and down his dick. Her hands started caressing his body, he jumped with every tickle. First amused he soon started grasping the floorboards in ecstasy as she was biting his stomach and chest while gently, ever so gently, she ran her fingers along his erection.

She got on top, her fingers digging into his chest. With a moan he raised his head. The initiative that he just recently lost was his again. He started biting her nipples again, his hands, massaging her and touching, feeling everything, sliding everywhere. With a moan she held his dick firmly and lowered herself on it. She started moving in long slow motions, letting herself succumb to his hands, his teeth and the sensation in her body. She moved faster and faster, his hands picked up the speed, his biting still so slow sending renewed jolts throughout her body. Her nails drew long scratches on his chest as her speed increased. Then she froze for an instant and collapsed on him. His hand were immediately around her, hugging, holding, he kissed her gently and felt the jolts go through her body as he held her tight. Her breathing relaxed a little, spasms were still going through her.

He looked at her, removing a stray lock of hair from her face. And asked, "Why did you let me wait so long for this?"



The Long Wait



Outside the gathering, she mingles around, talks with some friends. I'm in a conversation, but I can't seem to pay attention. I'm watching her to make sure she doesn't leave before I can say good-bye. It's been a while since we've even run into each other, and who knows how long it will be until we see each other again. 

I'd hoped she wouldn't forget me, and she didn't. She drifts over to me, says, "Give me a hug." As if I would refuse. She holds me for a long time, too long for just friends, then whispers in my ear, "I've got the house to myself tonight. Follow me home if you want to. Just be discreet as we leave." My heart is pounding in my chest, just like it always is when she's around, only much stronger now.

We say some fast good-byes to other friends and walk quickly to our cars. She pulls out of the parking lot, I follow a bit behind, trying not to be obvious. Out on the highway, a chance to reflect. 

We met about six years ago, both struggling, confused, unhappy. I saw her occasionally; Monday nights, Thursday mornings. I didn't know what to make of her - I'd never met anyone like her. She was sometimes angry, sometimes happy, sometimes uncertain, sometimes arrogantly sure, sometimes open, sometimes reserved, but always attractive. Piercing eyes, gorgeous slender body, sensual lips, seductive swagger. We talked, shook hands, never hugged. Maybe we knew there was something happening even then, and wanted to chill it before it had a chance to heat up. I asked her to speak at one of our group sessions; she immediately asked me why. I replied innocently, "I think you have a good message," but really it was because I wanted to know more about her. 


Our relationship started cautiously, progressed to long intimate talks, walks through the park. She showed me some of her favorite places: the airport runway from the top of my van, the caves in the rain, the park near the mill, the piney woods, the orchard. I took her to a play, the museum, lunch. The day after the museum trip, we talked after one a party until everyone left. She said she had to know what it felt like to kiss me, but she had to run off once she tasted the strength of my passion.

Plans were made for an excursion to the forest. I was recently separated, she was still struggling in her marriage. It was delicious and disastrous all at once. Thursday afternoon we met and drove miles upriver. We stopped and ate at one of the strangest places I have ever been in, a place that time forgot. We left there in a drizzle that cleared to a triple rainbow arching through the mountains. Later that night, she snuck away from her friends to spend the night with me. Guilt overtook her, and she could neither love me nor sleep alongside me, so she spent the night in her car. 

She recovered by Saturday and we went canoeing. She was strong and quick and learned to steer the canoe easily. But what I remember most was how we touched each other in the woods by the river. Somehow we ended up together briefly that night. She sat on my lap in my van and I tongued her nipples and felt the swell of her breasts in my mouth. She asked me to stop and let her go. Reluctantly I did and always regretted it. Until now.

We've arrived at her house. Up the driveway to the house, my heart pounds in delicious anticipation. She opens the door and lets me in. I enter and turn, pulling her to me as she tries to close the door. Our lips meet, press together. Her tongue caresses mine, passion building. I pull her jacket off and drop it to the floor. I reach up the back of her sweater to feel her skin and pull her closer. I bite and kiss her neck, put my tongue in her ear. She gasps at that, reacts by pulling away and ripping my coat off. She takes my hand and guides me to the living room. "Want some coffee," she says. But she's heading toward the couch, not the kitchen to make coffee. "No, I only want you," and show her I mean it by pulling her onto me. We fall onto the couch, kissing, touching. She kisses me hard, tastes my tongue, then moves to my neck. I sigh with pleasure. Her touch electrifies me, her body tingles as I caress her. She sits up and I reach to feel her breasts. But she jumps up from the couch. 


"Let's undress each other," she says. "Okay," I reply, "but let's unwrap these gifts slowly. I want savor these moments. We've waited a long time for this." She unbuttons my shirt, her fingers tantalize my chest, her hands slide along my arms to push my shirt off. I grasp the bottom of her sweater, pull it up a little, then caress her soft exposed skin. I raise it over her breasts, she lifts her arms, I pull the sweater over her head, she shakes her beautiful hair. 

We embrace tightly, skin to skin except for her bra. I reach behind her, unsnap it, then slide my hands around and under the lacy fabric to her breasts, We part slightly so I can hold her breasts, then slightly pinch her nipples. She says, "Let's unwrap our presents some more, I want to see all of you." She undoes my belt, unsnaps my pants, unzips me, and boldly reaches into my boxers to caress my already half-erect cock. I gasp, she pushes me onto the couch, fumbles with my shoes and socks, then tugs my pants off. She kneels in front of me, I raise my hips so she can remove my underwear. She bites my thigh as she slides them off. 

I stand and raise her from her knees. "My turn," I say, unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her tight black Levis. She sighs as my fingers touch the smooth skin of her belly. I leave a trail wet kisses on her shoulders, breast, and navel as I bend to kneel in front of her. I grasp the sides of her jeans and pull down; she wiggles to help me. I immediately begin kissing the exposed flesh of her hips and thighs. I glance up to see her toss her head back and moan with pleasure. I grab the top of her panties, ease them down, blow warmth into her curly hairs, then push her onto the couch. After removing her boots and clothes, she stands and we hold each other again. Fully naked for the first time together, neither of us can stop our hands and lips from enjoying each other's skin. Finally I am together with her, skin to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul. 

"My desire for you is so strong," I say. "I want you too, lover," she whispers her reply. She scampers across the room to grab a big soft blanket from the closet. "Help me spread this out and let's get comfortable." On the blanket, our passion builds. Her fingers explore my body, mine hers, touching arms, legs, everywhere. Our legs entwine. I feel the wonderful warmth on my thigh as I rub my leg between her thighs. She experiences the hardness and heat of my cock on her soft belly. We move our bodies slightly apart, move our hands to each other's most intimate areas. Our touches are light at first, tantalizing caresses. Then the intensity of the touching increases. I part the petals of her flower, releasing the nectar of her passion onto my fingers. 

"This is so wonderful, just you and me and our desires. I don't know which part of you I want to taste first."

"Taste them all," she replies. "Taste me all over." 

I start with her neck, kissing, nibbling, blowing warm air into her ear. I move down to her shoulder, down her arm, the inside of her elbow. All the while I'm running my fingers over her legs and belly. I lick her palm, suck in her fingers. She whispers, "I never knew that kissing a hand could be so erotic." I switch to her other hand, kissing, licking my way back up her other arm, surprising her by tonguing under her arm. 

I kiss my way across her chest until I reach her right nipple. I lick circles around it, peppered with an occasional little bite, until the nipple hardens. I use my left hand to excite her other nipple at the same time. All at once I suck in as much of her breast as will fit in my mouth and use my lips and tongue to arouse her more. She gasps, "Yes, oh that feels so good. Oh my!" 

I love the sound of her voice as she expresses her delight. "I'm glad you like it, let me try the other." I switch to her other breast with a quick pinch and a slight nip with my lips. Then I just suck her breast into my mouth, just like I did years ago in my van. But this time it's only a prelude to more exciting things. 

"You're driving me crazy. Let me do you for a while," she says. She doesn't need to ask twice. I lay back on the blanket. She moves around and starts at my feet, massaging my toes, my ankles, the soles of my feet. And I can feel it in my soul. "I'm going to make you feel good from the bottom up," she says, and I believe it. She proceeds to rub my legs up to the knees, the bends forward and starts to massage with her tongue on my thighs. Inside, outside, left, right, how exhilarating! She kisses her way up my right hip, across my stomach, sticks her tongue in my navel. Wow.

"I believe I missed something!" she laughs. She places her tongue on the tip of my penis and then licks down to the base. Nibbles, licks, kisses. She places her lips around the head and takes me into her mouth, a little at a time, the more, then more... 

"That feels so good," I say. "Oh, don't stop." 

She smiles up at me and whispers, "I have no intention of stopping. You just lay back and enjoy this." She mixes kisses and licks with long sucks, and I am enjoying it immensely. She steps up the pace, taking my cock in and out of her mouth more quickly. I feel my desire starting to boil over, saying "Baby, keep that up and I'm going to explode." She stops, smiles up at me, says, "I've wanted to taste you for a long time, so go ahead." She continues to stimulate me, jerking the base of my penis while sucking the rest in and out of her mouth. I feel the eruption brewing, saying, "I'm gonna come, baby, make it good!" I explode as she continues to caress me, and it feels incredible. 

"Now it's your turn to lay back and enjoy, my dear." I lay her down and move between her legs. I start licking her belly and exploring her navel, while lightly touching up and down her legs. I trace my tongue along the V that points to her femininity. I lick lightly along her inner thighs. "You're such a tease," she says, "but I love it." I put my mouth on her soft curly hairs and breathe into her. I place my tongue on her labia and lick upward. She smells and tastes so erotic that it excites me too. I continue to use my tongue on her lips and suck them gently, pulling them into my mouth. Still I'm avoiding her clitoris, delaying that pleasure just a little longer.

I look up at her, she's watching me lick her, occasionally sighing and moaning. My face is covered with her love juices, and she is delicious. I move my tongue to her clit, slowly stirring her love button, then faster. I lick all around her, moving faster, circling, side to side, up and down. Her passion grows, she cries out, I intensify my efforts to make it better for her, she climaxes intensely. What a joy it is to give her such pleasure. Her orgasm subsides. We hold each other closely. I whisper in her ear, "You're a wonderful lover." 

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" she replies, and then kisses me hard on the mouth. "I want you inside me more than anything in this world." 

"Oh, you shall have me my darling. Nothing could keep me from feeling you surrounding me." Our caresses continue in earnest, our desire grows strong again. 

"Let me be on top to start," she says. She kneels and straddles my waist. Grasping my erection, she guides me into her. Just as our bodies are joined together, our eyes are now locked to each other. Her body moves up and down on mine and the sensations are extraordinary! We move together, touching, gyrating. It's exhilarating. 

"Let's switch, lover," I say. She rises up and moves to lay on the blanket on the floor. I move over her. I enter her, wrap my arm around her, and kiss her on the mouth. Our tongues entwine, our legs entwine. I move into her, she rises to meet me, we tantalize and inspire each other. Around and around, in and out, our excitement grows. Moans, sighs of desire, screams of delight. I start to ejaculate, she feels me, wraps her legs tightly around me, and climaxes with me. We are united and finally satisfied in our lust. 

We relax, hold each other for a long time, enjoying these moments that had eluded us for so long. I say, "This was wonderful, we've got to get together again soon."

"No," she says, "fantasies like this should only happen once. This was magic. Let's savor it and remember it but let's go on. Kiss me and say good-bye."

"I'll do that now, but whenever I see you, I'll wrap my arms around you and maybe we'll feel some of that magic again. And maybe we'll want each other even more."



The Long Wait



When she installed the chastity device on him she had been curious about it – it was theoretically a discreet device, but it was made of hard plastic, and she was quite amused by the look of it when she placed it on him. The device formed a definite bulge in his pants, making him look like his balls were oversized and his cock was permanently semi-erect. She sent him home then, telling him to report back the following day so she could inspect her handy work.

She imagined how it must have looked to his work colleagues – the bulge in his pants slightly more prominent than it should be. If they commented, she'd told him to say nothing – be coy. She had wished she'd been a fly on the way when he went to the gym that afternoon – she imagined him lying on his back on the leg press, the platform forcing his knees back to his chest, his arse on display, the hard edges of the cock ring protruding slightly through his snug gym pants. She imagined he might not work the leg press as hard as usual, since he'd be unable to fully flex his thigh muscles without bumping the cock case and possibly pinching the cock ring.

When he'd returned that night, she'd instructed him to remove his clothes and stand legs spread, hands behind his back while she crouched between his legs to inspect for chaffing or discolouration. She was pleased to note there was none – the baby oil, while slightly fogging the plastic, had done its job to ensure his cock and balls weren't irritated. She stood, told him to kneel before her, then tilted his head back and pushed his face into her cunt.

"Lick," she said. His tongue flicked forward, pressing softly against her clit. She shoved his head downwards, gripped the back of his head with her hand and pushed her clit against the tip of his nose. "Tongue-fuck me," she said. She felt the tip of his tongue dart around the rim of her cunt. "No," she said. "Drive it in." She slid her hand down to the back of his neck and gripped him there, enjoying the sound of his laboured breathing as he struggled for air. She banged her pelvis against his head, gyrating at an increasingly frenzied pace until she felt her orgasm begin to rise. She pushed him away, there stood there in front of him, hips thrust forward, as she took herself over the edge.

She'd sent him home that night, telling him to report back six days later – a week after she'd fitted the chastity device. "Strip," she told him, "and get on the bed." She had him kneel on his hands and knees at the end of her bed. She cinched on an elbow-length latex glove, coated it with lube, then plunged her entire hand directly up his arse. His anus resisted momentarily, but she forced her hand through to the warm wet flesh within. She formed her hand into a fist, and stood back as she withdrew it once, then rammed it into his arse again. He uttered a low groan.

"I can't hear you," she said. "What do you say?"

"Thank you," he said in a whisper. 

"Thank you what?" she replied, yanking her fist out of his arse, lube splattering onto her breasts.

"Thank you Mistress," he said, louder. She drove her fist forward again, plunging it into his rectum. The cavity was large, wet, soft. She marveled at the size of it. She knew, if she wanted to, she could easily fit her foot into it. Instead, she stretched the glove on her arm outwards, inched her left hand down into it, then clasped her right wrist with it and drove into his arse again. With one hand completely in his arse, the other wrapped around her wrist to stretch his anus, she pushed back and forth, watching, fascinated as lube spewed out with each thrust and ran down the insides of his arse cheeks.

When she sent him home that night, chastity device still securely in place, his pupils had been dilated, his cheeks flushed.

She did not bother to contact him again for two weeks. Now, it was three weeks since he'd been restrained. She's taken complete control of his orgasms. When she admitted him to the apartment, he immediately fell at her feet. 

"Please Mistress," he said, his hands gripping her stockinged ankles, his forehead tipping the tops of her stilettoed feet. "May I be released?"

She stood him up, turned him around, opened the door and pushed him out it. She allowed the door to quietly swing shut. 

'No,' she thought to herself. 'Not yet.'



The Long Wait



Trent stood behind the woman being served at the post office counter.

"Your name?" asked the assistant.

"Gabriele Cracknel."

Trent froze and felt the blood drain from his face.

"Gabriele?" he said.

The woman turned her head to look at him questioningly.

"Yes?"

There was a pause as they stared at each other then with a smothered cry she said, "Trent, Trent Lawson?"

"Yes, Gabriele Wear that was?"

"Yes."

"Your parcel madam," the assistant said, "sign here please."

With a look of confusion on her face Gabriele turned away, signed the proffered document, and picking up her parcel said to Trent, "I'll wait outside."

Trent stepped up to the counter feeling so confused he forgot what he'd come in for.

"Yes?" the assistant asked with a touch of impatience. 

"Er...I'd like...er...six fifty cent stamps please."

The assistant tore off the stamps and said, "That'll be three dollars."

Trent fumbled with his wallet and taking out a five dollar note, placed it on the counter and picking up the stamps started to walk away.

"Your change," the assistant called after him.

"What? Oh yes...er...thanks."

As he left the assistant looked at the next customer and shrugged as if to say, "That guy is lost in space somewhere."

The space Trent was lost in was that of his own memories that stretched back over forty years and more, years suddenly dragged to the surface in that moment of seeing Gabriele.

* * * * * * * *

She stood waiting for him in the shade of the post office entrance. Clearly they did not know how to greet each other. A tentative move to kiss was abandoned before it had hardly begun. This was followed by an attempt to shake hands that was fumbled and also abandoned.

"You...er...what are you doing here?" Gabriele asked in a tremulous voice.

"Passing through."

"Oh, passing through."

"Yes, and you?"

"I live here."

"Ah, so you've moved from..."

"Yes, about four years ago."

"How have you been keeping?"

"Recently?"

"Yes."

"Oh, not so bad, just a touch of arthritis, mustn't grumble. And you?"

"Okay; had a knee reconstruction three years ago, but apart from that...you know. And you're hus..." he couldn't bring himself to say the word so he said, "Stan."

"He died."

"Oh, sorry." He wasn't the least bit sorry since he had wished Stan Cracknel dead for over forty years.

"Thanks; it's been a long time."

"Yes."

"Just passing through then?"

"Yes, I'm taking a retirement trip...seeing the country."

"Ah...your wife with you?"

"I didn't know you knew I got married."

"Oh, word gets around; is she...?"

"No, we split up a long time ago."

"Sorry to hear that."

Trent shrugged, "Everybody is doing it these days."

"Yes, I suppose so. Are you staying here long?"

"Depends on how I feel, I'm a free agent these days."

"It's a nice place...the beach...the hills...and...look we're in the way here, do you fancy a cup of tea?"

"If you've got the time; is there somewhere decent was can..."

"I thought my place, it's quite near here."

"Oh, all right, my vehicle is just over there, we can drive there."

He pointed to a top of the range four wheel drive off-road vehicle.

Gabriele gasped, "My God, you must have done well for yourself."

"Not too bad, but it all comes at a price," he said significantly.

"Yes I suppose so, but we all have to live with the consequences of our decisions and actions."

"Mmm, and the decisions and actions of others," Trent said meaningfully.

Gabriele made no response to this. They went to Trent's vehicle and he handed her into the front seat.

"Still the gentleman," Gabriele commented.

"Not fashionable these days, is it."

"With some it's never been fashionable, Trent."

They drove off to Gabriele's place.

* * * * * * * *

Gabriele's place proved to be a small cottage in a street that ended at the sea front.

"Nice," Trent said.

"Yes, the best place I've ever lived in."

They entered the cottage and Trent noted that although the place was impeccably clean and tidy, most of the furniture looked as if it had seen better days. 

They went into the kitchen and Trent seated himself at the table. Beyond the mere fact of recognition he'd hardly taken in any details of Gabriele's appearance; now he said somewhat disingenuously, "You seem to have worn well Gabriele."

She indicated the loose dress she was wearing that extended from neck to mid calf, and smiling ruefully said, "This covers up the battle scars." 

"Battle scars?"

"Yes, you know life; the older you get the more you need to cover up."

She looked appraisingly at Trent. He was wearing shorts and a shirt, and apart from his grey hair and the lines round his eyes, he looked good for his sixty years.

"You're looking good Trent, it was easy to recognize you. Do you think I've changed much?"

He looked at her. If she had not spoken her name in the post office he might never have recognized her. She had been a slim and very attractive girl when he had known her all those years ago and he had thought her the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. It was that image he had carried in his memory over all the years.

The dress may have covered up the "battle scars," but it did not hide the fact that she had put on a lot of weight. Her face looked lined and flesh hung loosely under her chin

"You look fine," he lied. 

Gabrielle was tea making but she turned and looked at him, "Liar, you know I look terrible."

Trent knew he should protest that she looked good, but it would only compound his first lie, so he changed the subject.

"You said that Stan died; how long ago?"

"Ten years."

"Ten years! A bit young wasn't it, what did he die of?"

"Drink mostly; that and the complications that went with it."

* * * * * * * *

Trent had a vision of that warm summer night and Stan standing outside the pub with a glass of beer in his hand. Trent had just left Gabriele who had said she must "get in early," because she was on night duty at the hospital. That had been happening a lot lately, but now he knew why. 

He saw Gabriele approach Stan. They had kissed and then laughed. Whether it was his imagination or not he believed they were laughing at the way she had got rid of him.

He went home feeling humiliated.

He had met Gabriel when she had the seat next to him at a symphony concert. It was difficult to find a girl who shared that sort of thing, and they had got talking. Afterwards he had escorted her to the nurses' home where she lived, and they had made a date to go together to another concert. 

Trent thought he was in paradise, dating this lovely girl. For several months they went out together and then came that time; "I'm on night duty," "I've got the afternoon shift," "I can't make it on Sunday afternoon."

Trent wondered why these things had arisen now when they had not been obstacles to their going out before.

On that summer night he knew why.

He'd had one last meeting with Gabriele, grudgingly agreed to on her part. During this meeting he had further humiliated himself by asking her why she was dropping him for Cracknel.

He had known Cracknel at high school, a foul mouthed lout and bully, and that Gabriele had dropped him for Cracknel was to add to his mortification. 

It might be assumed that no further humiliation could be heaped on Trent, but Gabriele managed it.

"Because you're so boring," she replied to his question, "Why Cracknel?"

With those words she walked away; these were her last words he remembered.

* * * * * * * *

"There you are, milk and no sugar, that's right isn't it?"

"You remember?"

"Yes, I remember a lot of things about you."

"Do you? I should have thought I'd have been better forgotten."

Gabriele did not pursue this, and said, "So you split up with your wife."

"Yes, about twenty years ago."

"Twenty years! What happened?"

"Don't you know?"

"How should I know I didn't see you again after that time you harassed me about Stan."

"Memory Gabriele...memory; you were my first love and as it happens, my only love. I couldn't give Vivian the love she needed and so..."

"You're blaming me?"

"No, just telling you how it was. You remember our last meeting then?"

"Of course."

"Do you remember the last words you spoke to me?"

"No not in detail, why, do you?"

"Yes."

"Go on then, what were they?"

"Because you're so boring."

Gabriele's pasty face reddened.

"Did I say that?"

"Yes, that's why you dropped me for Cracknel."

"But there was more too it than that Trent."

"Was there; like what?"

"Do we need to dig up the past, Trent?" Gabriele said in a pleading tone of voice.

"Gabriele, I never expected to meet you again, but all these years I've wondered about you and Cracknel, so why not tell me what more there was too it?"

Gabriele seemed to come to a resolution.

"All right, if you really want to know; in the first place he had more money than you."

Of all the reasons Gabriele might have given this was one that Trent had never considered, yet now he saw it should have been obvious.

Cracknel was a builder's labourer and at eighteen he was earning the full labourer's wage. Many of his peers were working in low paid apprenticeships or were pursuing further studies, with little money. 

Trent had been one of the latter. Compared to him Cracknel was flush with money. It was true that he had reached the maximum wage he would ever earn as a labourer, but he lost no opportunity to display his relative wealth among his peers.

Gabriele was still speaking, "He could afford to buy me drinks, and he had a motorbike and could take me places. We went dancing and he was a lot of fun and I wanted fun."

"But I thought you liked the concerts we went to and..."

"I did, but I wanted more."

"But Cracknel wouldn't have taken you to concerts."

"No, but I could go to concerts on my own or with girl friends, I didn't need you or him for that."

"So that's how it was?"

"Yes, but that wasn't all, you've opened the can of worms so you might as well know the lot. He did something that you wouldn't do."

"Which was?"

"He fucked me." "Yes, I knew."

"How did you know."

"How many months pregnant were you when he met you as a blushing bride at the altar?"

"There's no need to be sarcastic Trent."

"How many?"

"Three months."

Trent shrugged, "A guy like Cracknel wouldn't splash out his money for no return."

"Well for God's sake Trent, you wouldn't fuck me."

Trent replied quietly and slowly. 

"It wasn't that I didn't want to, I told you that. I was studying; working for the future, a future I thought we might have together, so I wasn't going to risk you getting pregnant and wrecking that future with premature marriage." 

"There was contraception, we could have..."

"You know damned well Gabriele that it wasn't as safe back then as it is now -- it's not even one hundred percent safe now. Did Cracknel use contraception?"

"No."

"Did you?"

"No, but he made me feel like a real woman and not some idealized doll. He said that his women took it raw or not at all."

Trent smiled and said, "And so they lived happily ever after."

"That's a bloody rotten thing to say Trent. I've told you how he died, and look at me...look at what he did to me. Six kids and at sixty I look nearer seventy or older."

"So it's all Cracknel's fault?"

She said nothing so Trent went on, "Why didn't you leave him?"

"By the time I finally concluded I was married to a bullying bastard and a drunk I'd got half the kids, how could I leave him? It's easy for you to say why didn't you leave him, but look at you, obviously prosperous and...

"Well, as you said earlier," Trent interrupted, we all have to live with the consequences of our decisions and actions."

Gabriele said nothing and Trent went on, "Well, it's been a long wait Gabriele, but now I know why you dropped me for Cracknel; how does it go, money, drinks, a motorbike, dancing, fun and getting fucked." 

"For Gods sake Trent," Gabriele said tearfully, "I was eighteen, I didn't really know what I wanted; how many of us do at that age, and Stan was so much..."

"Fun, yes you said that before. I'd better be going. Thanks for the tea."

He rose and Gabriele went to him saying, "Trent, I've never forgotten you. I know I made a bad mistake, but you said that I was the love of your life, so couldn't we...you know, forgive?"

He looked at her; there was something pathetic about her that for a moment made him pity her. 

"Yes, I think I can forgive you now."

"Where are you staying?" Gabriele asked.

"Oh, I've got the vehicle set up for sleeping in."

"You could stay here," she said enticingly, "I've got a spare bedroom and you'd be more comfortable."

Trent gazed at her for a few moments, an enigmatic smile on his lips.

"We could get to know each other again," Gabriele said encouragingly.

"Yes...yes...I suppose we could; thanks Gabriele, I'll accept your offer."

"Wonderful Trent, it'll be like the old days when we went out together."

"And before you told me I was boring," Trent thought, but he kept the thought to himself."

* * * * * * * *

Gabriele went to considerable trouble in preparing the evening meal for them, even adding candle light.

After dinner talk got around to the cottage and how Gabriel had come to acquire it. 

"Oh, when Stan died he left virtually nothing, whatever he had went on booze. Once the kids were old enough I went back to nursing, mostly night shift, and I put away a bit of money." 

"After Stan's death I sold the house; I didn't get much out of it because the mortgage was nowhere near paid, but I got together what money I had and took out a mortgage on this place. I'm still working part time at the old people's place here, so I manage to keep going."

"And your children?"

"Oh, all grown up and gone."

"And do you see much of them?" 

"No, they've got their own lives, such as they are, and don't bother with me."

"That's sad."

"No, not really; if they did visit it'd only be to ask me for money so I'm glad they stay away." 

For a while Trent seemed lost in thought. Gabriele looked at him as if trying to discern his thoughts.

Coming out of his revere Trent said, "You know, I think I might stay around here for a while, I've been on the move for some time so a break from traveling would be good for a change."

"You could stay here Trent," Gabriel said eagerly, "I'd make you very comfortable; you know I'd do anything for you."

"Would you" Trent said, "that's very kind of you, but why would you do anything for me."

"To make up for the past, Trent; you might even think about settling down here permanently."

"With you?"

"If that's what you wanted Trent; you know, in my heart I've always loved you."

"Even when you were having fun with Cracknel?"

"Trent, I've explained that and..."

"Yes...yes...so you have Gabriele."

"We could have fun together Trent, I'm not really past it you know."

"Not past what?"

"Past...past letting a man have a bit of fun with..."

"You mean you're not past letting a man fuck you."

"You didn't have to put it so crudely Trent, but yes, I'm still...still..."

"Willing and able?"

"Yes." 

"And if I stopped here with you, you'd be willing and able?"

"I'd do anything you wanted me to, Trent," she said ardently.

"What man could refuse an offer like that?" Trent grinned. "All right, I'll stay."

"Oh Trent...Trent, you'll never regret it. It'll be like it could have been between us. It'll be like a new life for both us, it really will."

"I'm sure it will," Trent said, "do we start on our new life right away?"

"Yes darling, yes."

"Then I'd better bring in a few things from my vehicle."

* * * * * * * *

In bed that night Trent looked down at Gabriele's naked body. She had been right about the battle scars: the knots of varicose veins on her legs; the marks of childbirth on her thighs and the distended and wrinkled stomach. Her flaccid breasts drooped dispiritedly so that they might almost have reached her waist had she been standing.

Trent had not had a woman for a long time and so he was geared up for sex -- sex with almost any woman. 

Gabriele fawned over his penis, sucking and licking it until he almost came, and then she leapt across him as he lay on his back and pumped her vagina up and down on his length, until with Gabriele, screaming and weeping, he shot his sperm into her.

He hid the revulsion he felt from her and waited patiently for her to remove herself from him. 

When she was lying beside him she kept regaling him with how life would be wonderful for both of them, how much she loved him and how happy she would make him.

By dint of pressing one of her nipples to his mouth she got him to suck it. She worked on his penis until it stood erect again and this time he lay over her and after a long time he managed to come gain. 

After that they slept, and for Gabriele it was the sleep of contentment. She had her man, a man once poor but now obviously well heeled. The years of financial struggle were over.

Trent lay awake for some time remembering how this woman beside him had been; the most beautiful he had ever known. He glanced down at her sleeping beside him and sighed.

* * * * * * * *

Gabriele awoke in the morning to find that Trent had left her side, but the bed was redolent of their couplings -- the smell, the patches of sperm and female fluid on the under sheet.

She smiled and stretched. "Yes, this is how it's going to be from now on," she thought.

Covering her nakedness with a dressing gown she padded bare foot in search of Trent, wondering if like Stan he was a morning person and would want to take her on the kitchen table.

It was on the kitchen table she found the envelope containing a letter and some bank notes.

"Well Gabriele," the letter read, "as I said, it's been a long wait, but at last I know why you left me for that heap of garbage Cracknel." 

"Enclosed is some money; I'm sure it's not as much as you expected to get out of me eventually, but it covers the service you rendered me last night. I'm sorry there was no motorbike or dancing, and I didn't even buy you a drink, but that's life, and your life has been one you chose for yourself." 

"You do of course have the consolation of having been fucked."

"Among all the other humiliations you heaped on me over your liaison with Cracknel the most devastating one was your final words, 'Because you're so boring.'" 

To be fair, you may have been right, but since you seemed to find me so interesting yesterday I must conclude that I've improved over the years."

"Because years ago you were so frank with me, I feel, however belatedly, I must return the compliment now."

"You are an ugly and revolting old woman not even worth the money I have left you, and to say that at sixty you look nearly seventy is untrue, you look nearer eighty."

"I feel now I can truly forgive you, especially since I know what a lousy life you've had."

"My hope and prayer for you is that your life will continue as it has been for the past forty years."

"Goodbye 'Love of my life,' I shall not pass this way again."

"It's been a long wait."

"Trent."

Gabriele looked down at the money he had left; there were two five dollar notes.

Trent had left Gabriele's place quietly in the early hours of the morning. Now he was far away parked in a camp site. He was taking a shower, washing away the smell of Gabriele; a smile on his face.



The Long Wait



As I wake up this morning, my thoughts turn to the evening coming. After you get off work, I am planning to pick you up and we are going to spend a wonderful evening together. I am so excited about it as I rub the sleep from my eyes. I slowly roll over and get out of bed.

I walk to the bathroom and turn on the water in the shower. As it starts to heat up, I can feel the heat between my legs increasing. We spent all of the previous day completely tormenting one another over the phone. Both of us trying to out do the other with what we say or do. I'm thinking about it as I turn the shower on and the hot water steams up the bathroom.

I take off my jammies and step into the burning water. It stings my skin a little as it runs down over my shoulders and down by back and ass. I stand there for a few moments, letting the heat soothe me as I move my hands down along my body. I lightly run one hand over my pussy, feeling the heat coming from it. It is so full of a need to be fullfilled, but only you can give it what it needs. I slip a finger in my slit and feel my engorged clit, begging for a release.

I rub my finger over my clit, imagining your tongue lapping at it. I envision you kneeling before me, holding my lips apart as you slip your tongue in and brush my clit with the tip. I start to moan, thinking about how much I want your touch. I decide that now is not the time for release as I want you to be the one to please me.

I wet my hair and begin washing my body. My hands run over my breasts and I think about how you touch them. How it feels when you bite the nipples. How your tongue slips along over them and how erect they get when I'm close to you. I move my soapy hands over my stomach and down between my thighs. My pussy is still burning with a need from you and I jump a little when my hand passes over.

I finish bathing and stand under the water a little longer, enjoying my thoughts of you and the evening coming for us both. As the water starts to grow cold, I shut it off and step out. I grab a towel and dry myself off, then wrap it around me.

I start to get dressed for our evening together. I put on a black bra, tight black tshirt and a long black skirt. I wear no underwear because when I come to pick you up, I'm planning to let your hand slip up under and feel my wetness. Just enough to let you know how much I want you and to get you excited for our night.

I leave my hair down because I know you'll be wanting to grab it by the handfuls during the throes of passion. Wouldn't want anything to get in your way. I put on some black eyeliner and put on my black velvet strappy shoes that you love. 

I walk out of the bathroom to my PC and sit down in the chair. I see that you're online and send you a message asking if you're ready for our evening. You tell me that you are and that you can't wait to see me. I tell you how I've been so hot and ready for you since our phone conversation and you respond with how I'm making it hard for you to be at work. I send you kisses and tell you I'll see you soon enough.

I go through the rest of the day, waiting for it to be time to get you, thinking about how much I can't wait to be in your arms, feeling your touch, kissing your lips. I've thought about sating the throbbing between my legs several times, but I know it will do me no good as you are the only one that can truly give me what I desire.

Finally its time to come get you and I go out and get in my car. On the way, I hike my skirt up to mid-thigh, preparing for you. I pull out in front and see you there waiting for me. You open the door and get in. You lean over to me and kissing me so passionately that I'm not sure if I can wait until we get to your house. I grab your hand and, as planned, slide it up under my skirt until your fingertips are at my lips. The wetness there is hot and dripping and you smile a devilish grin.

You make to move your hand in further, but I pull it away. I tell you that it isn't time yet, we need privacy tonight, but it will be worth the wait. As I drive to your house, I tell you about how much I have been needing you all day. How all I have thought about it your touch, your mouth, your cock. I tell you about how I've been wet all day from it, my pussy suffering from a constant throb that only you can satisfy.

We pull up to your house and we get out. We walk to the front of the car and start heading towards your front door when you pull me against you and plant a kiss on my lips that make my legs weak. Your tongue slides in past my lips, rubbing against mine. You hold me so close to you, I can feel your heat and the hardness of your cock, pressing against me.

We walk together to the door, your arm around my waist. You open the door and let me in, coming in behind me and closing it. Once the door is closed, you push me up against the wall and kiss me again, this time your hands finding their way to my breasts. You press hard against me as your mouth consumes mine. We are locked together, kissing, as my hands come up around your neck.

Your hands slide down along my sides and grab the material of my skirt. You slowly start to lift it, kissing me the whole time. As you get the silky material up to my waist, you hold it there with one hand as the other moves down to my hot, wet lips. You whisper in my ear how hot it is that I get so wet for you, but more than that how hot it gets you when you smell my wetness. Your fingers find their way to my clit and start working it over as a moan escapes me. Your mouth finds mine again, muffling the moan as you continue to rub me with your fingers.

You take your hand away and start undoing your shorts. As they drop to the floor, you push forward, pinning me to the wall, impaling my hot wetness with your cock. Again I moan as you penetrate me, feeling you drive into me, filling me your your hardness. I'm on the verge, as I have been all day, and feeling you inside of me brings me that much closer. You very slowly move in and out of me, slipping easily along my hot, wet cunt. You continue to kiss me as you thrust so very slowly, allowing me every moment of excrutiatingly wonderful insanity.

As you start an outward stroke, you pull out of me and kiss me tenderly, biting at my lip lightly as you pull away, dropping my skirt. You look in my eyes, smile and take my hand. You lead me to a chair and seat me down. You kneel before me, smiling at me, making my heart melt with your stunning eyes. Still smiling, you move your hands down along my thighs, still covered by my skirt. You follow my legs with your hands, over my knees and down my shins. When you get to the hem of my skirt, you slip your fingers under it and place your palms on my bare shins. You run your hands up, retracing their steps up over my knees, taking my skirt with them. 

Your hands glide along my inner thighs, still moving my skirt along. You lean in close and leave small, sweet kisses on my knees and thighs as your hands still move further upward until they are nearly at my mound. As they get close, you move your hands outward, taking my skirt with them, fully exposing my pussy before you. You again look up at me smiling, then pounce face first between my legs. You put your hands on my hip bones as you press your face into me, sliding your tongue along my slick slit. You haven't actually pressed it through to my tender and throbbing clit, you're simply teasing me. I throw my head back and moan deeply as your actions are driving me completely insane.

You glance up at me as your tongue slips through my lips and gently graze my clit. I moan louder and you too moan against me, sending shivers through me as you again bring me so close I can taste my release. You ever so slowly, run circles around my clit, moving your hands from my hips and back down along my thighs, stroking them, taunting me. I moan again, begging you please, please won't you let me come for you. You take your mouth away and tell me it isn't time yet, that you will let me come, but only when you are ready to let me. You move your mouth in again, sucking and licking. You start increasing speed and as my breathing increases and I start moaning more loudly, you slow the pace, letting the fire you've built up inside me die down a little. 

You do this, bringing me to the edge and letting it fall back over and over. Lapping and sucking at me, I grab your hair tightly as I keep moaning with each increase in momentum. Eventually you pull your mouth away, your lips and chin soaked in my juices, and raise yourself up to my lips. You kiss me, shoving your tongue deep in my mouth and pulling me closer to you. I can taste myself on your lips and it sends a jolt into me, causing my crotch to throb even more. As you start to move away, I lick your lips lightly.

You stand before me and again take my hand. You lead me to your bedroom, stroking me and kissing me along my neck as we walk. You move behind me as we enter your room and continue guiding me to the bed. You stand behind me, kissing my neck again as your hands move up along my hips and up under my shirt. You pull my shirt up over my head, kissing my back, neck and shoulder blades before starting to undo my bra. Once my bra is unhooked, you slide the straps down along my arms, freeing my breasts. As it falls to the floor, you resume kissing my back, moving from the top of my tattoo down to the bottom of the one above my ass.

Your fingers slide into the waist of my skirt and pull it down as your kisses continue down my ass and the backs of my thighs. I step out of my skirt and you move back up, still kissing as you go until you reach my neck again. You tell me to get on the bed, on all fours, leaving my ass towards you. I look over my shoulder and see you taking off your shirt and shorts. Once they drop to the floor, you get on the bed behind me and insert a finger into my wetness. I close my eyes and moan as your finger is joined by a second and moves in and out of me, sliding easily from my juices.

Again, you bring me to the edge and then take your hand away, only to be replaced again by your hard and ready cock. You slide inside, holding my hips and pulling me onto you hard. I gasp, almost coming right there, but you keep a slow and steady pace after the initial deep thrust. I can feel the curve of you rubbing my walls and moan so loudly, you think I might just release. You slow down your motions even more, then suddenly thrust deep in me again. I scream out this time and again ask please let me come for you. You tell me its still not time, but it will be soon. You keep pushing into me, back and forth, sliding so easily as I feel the dripping along my thighs.

You continue taunting me, slipping in and out slower and slower. Your fingers grip firmer on my hips, pinching at the skin as you again drive deep and hard, only to resume the slow pace again. My arms are getting weak as I strain from the position and continually being brought to the edge of completion, only to be brought down again. You pull out again and kiss my lower back as you move me to roll onto by back. You come up between my legs, laying against me and kissing me deeply. Your hands come up into my hair and I can feel your slick, hard cock against me. I whisper in your ear how much I want to come for you. You whisper back how you will let me have my release soon, just a little more playing.

You move back down along my body, nibbling and kissing spots on the way until your face is again between my legs. You kiss the lips there, throbbing and hot, kissing every inch before sticking your tongue in again. You insert three fingers and move in and out with each quick flick of my clit. I moan, arching my back and thrusting my pussy into your face harder, pushing against your fingers violating my insides. I moan your name and tell you how your touches make me crazy. You speed up a little as I tell you this and as I moan continuously, you again slow down, causing my build up to slow as well. Your fingers are still working my insides and your tongue is slathering my clit as I still move against your hand, striving to get my orgasm.

Your fingers move around inside me and I scream out how I want to come for you and that I want you to come with me. I beg you to please come with me to bring me to my completion. You pull your fingers out and lick the wetness away as you again move up along my body. As you place a gentle kiss on my lips, I feel your cock penetrating me again. I push against you as you push inside and pull you closer to me, digging my nails into your shoulders. I can feel the muscles in your back working as you push harder and faster into me. You lean in close and sink your teeth into my special spot along my shoulder and I scream out. Your teeth bite harder and your thrusts increase in speed. My nails start to tear into your skin and you breathe in quickly against my skin.

I again beg for you to come with me because I'm close and want us to come together. I moan and scream several times. In my insanity of lust, I say your name, how good you feel, how I want to make you come for me. You bite into the other side of my neck and moan against me as you thrust harder and faster. I push my hips up into you with each of your inward thrusts, my grip on your shoulders increasing. I'm so close, so ready to explode as you bite me harder. I scream out as my pussy starts to twitch and you moan against me as you find your own release. You still slide in and out slowly as we both finish. You lay on top of me, still inside as your mouth again finds mine. You kiss me so long, stroking my tongue with yours. Our skin is slick and shining from sweat as you pull out of me and lay down next to me.

I swing my legs over yours and run my fingernails along your arm. I look into your eyes and tell you how amazing that was. How completely satisfying of a lover you are. You lean in and kiss me again, holding me close to you. We fall asleep, intertwined with one another, in sated bliss.



The Long Wait



Young Terrill (Mac) McLaren pulled his old truck to the side of the new interstate highway and looked over the dry dusty valley. There was a small town nestling beside a small stream in its center. He saw the exit ahead that he would take to wend his way down into the town. He was returning to his childhood home after an absence of nearly five years. He had mixed emotions about his return. When he had left he had no intention of ever returning except for a visit now and then with his parents. He had last been home almost four years ago. Since that time the old road had been replaced by this new interstate. 

Prineville became even more forlorn when the traffic from the old highway began passing it by on the new road. Life and prosperity passed Prineville by at 70 miles per hour how on the interstate instead of slowly as it had in his youth when the road ran through the middle of town. In the distance Mac could barely see the band of trees at the edge of town. A small stream ran along the edge of town where the trees were. It separated the town from his parent's, now his property. He could see the roof of his house and some of the outbuildings from his vantage point.

The small Ozark Mountain town of Prineville was dying. Even during his last visit he had seen several boarded up businesses and empty houses. He expected it to be worse now. Prineville had been a small, sleepy little town for years. Even from its settling in 1836 Prineville had not been a large settlement. Its population had never exceeded 500. With the advent of the automobile and manufacturing plants in the larger nearby towns its population began declining. 

Prineville was one more example of the automobile, large factories and mega malls killing smaller settlements. With the advent of the automobile the population became mobile. Naturally factories and businesses built in larger areas where the workers were and where road networks made transportation easier and cheaper. People in smaller towns went to the jobs and stores where they could purchase items they needed or wanted the cheapest. This happened to be in the larger towns. At first people drove from Prineville to the larger towns for work, then they began going for their shopping and entertainment. Goods and services were more plentiful and cheaper in the larger stores possible in the larger towns. Finally it was just easier to move away so families could live the good life in the larger towns. After all that was where they worked, shopped and played. Why live miles away from everything they did and needed? 

The people who had been born, lived their life and planned to die in Prineville were of an earlier generation. Now the only people who lived there were those who truly loved the little town and it's (to some) boring slower pace of life. Of course some who still lived in the town had a business that forced them to remain. Many of those who still lived in town took off for the big city for entertainment, dining out or when they retired. There was a glint of light at the end of the tunnel however because the rapid growth in Northwest Arkansas was pushing people north into Missouri. As Wal-Mart and its associated business grew the population of Bentonville and surrounding area became larger. People were moving north looking for more space or cheaper land on which to build. Prineville was beginning to see a small amount of growth because of the exodus from Arkansas.

The lights and comforts, the excitement of the nearer 'big cities' drew many of Prineville's residents, its children, like moths to a flame. It was especially sad to see the young leave the fold, to leave home and never or rarely return. Many of the young people who grew up in or near these small southwest Missouri towns left the moment they graduated from high school. Some left for jobs, some for further education then better jobs. Many returned for the rare vacation, some even returned to visit family for the major holidays but many chose to leave forever hoping their family would come to them in their new homes so they did not ever have to return to dull old Prineville and the surrounding area.

Of course with the exodus of the young and the inevitable death of the older residents many homes were left vacant never to see the smiles, never to hear the happy screams and laughter of playing children again. It was sad to drive through town or the nearby countryside and see old buildings drooping in decay because their once proud owners had either died or moved off. Many absentee owners allowed once fertile highly productive ground to return to nature. Many times once green pastures were allowed to grow up in brush and second growth timber. Many places were actually sold for back taxes because the older owners could no longer pay and their selfish children only gave lip service to loving and caring for their parents or older relatives.

With sadness, perhaps even a touch of defeat in his heart Mac started his old truck once more and began driving down the hill toward his past and, perhaps a tolerable future. Mac tapped the accelerator and the old truck surged forward as if the small trailer he was pulling was not even there. He kept his speed down as his old F350 Super Crew 4X4 Dually came slowly into town. All his worldly goods were with him. He glanced in the mirror and thought it didn't look like much for a man nearly 26 years old. 

For such an old vehicle the truck was still in nearly pristine shape. It had been the last vehicle its young owner's father had purchased and did not see much use before he retired. Mac had lovingly repaired its few problems when he was given the truck. He still enjoyed listening to its old but still powerful Diesel engine chuckle at idle or roar its defiance as he drove down the road. The commercial welding unit in the bed did little to lug down the engine. Even now when he was pulling his trailer he could not discern a lessening of acceleration from the powerful old truck.

Mac looked around curiously when he pulled up and stopped in front of The Mustang. The Mustang had been the old hang out for residents of the small town as long as he could remember. He sat and watched as the dust he stirred up from the unpaved parking lot blew past his truck and slowly dissipated. Ever since he had entered the area his head had been swiveling back and forth as he saw once again the hometown he had thought he would never return to live in. He felt nostalgia, sorrow and perhaps a little fear. He was scared what he had decided to do was beyond his ability to accomplish. If he failed he would lose it all. This was perhaps his last chance to find what he was searching for, what his heart yearned for. Unlike many young people he had not dreamed of higher education and a high powered job making a huge salary. He did not desire fame or notoriety or even fortune. Instead his dreams were simpler. He wanted a wonderful woman who supported him in every way. She had to be honest and sincere, uncomplicated and loving. He wanted a modest job working with machines and engines where he could make enough money to support his loving family. 

Mac had been a very good student graduating in the top ten percent of his high school class. He could have attended almost any college he wished with his grades. He was offered a scholarship to University of Missouri, Rolla. He turned it down. His sister had gone to college and taken a degree in nursing. He had opted for a two year college degree with a major in Automotive and Diesel Engine Technology. He also took several welding courses so he could be certified as a welder. Mac had worked for an implement dealer until it had been sold. He had been the junior employee and was in the first group of people laid off when its operation had been consolidated with that of the purchasing business.

Mac was returning to his roots. Some would say he was trying to find himself. Others would say he was running from the modern world. For whatever reason he returned he hoped it would be forever. He had enough of the hustle and bustle of the city. He was tired of all the games men and especially women played to get one up on one another. Though he had departed this small town the moment he could he found living in the city was no better, just busier, noisier and more impersonal. In many aspects it was a worse existence than he had expected. He found women more high maintenance, more prone to tease and promise the moon then when they found out he could not provide expensive meals, shows and experiences they would dump him and scorn him. He had never known his neighbors in the city and when he tried to speak to them normally they grunted and walked on or worse, just ignored him. 

Now Mac believed he had made many incorrect decisions earlier in his life. When their parents became too frail to live alone he and his sister had been too busy to care for them. They had placed them in a nursing home. Neither parent lasted long after that. Both had worked themselves so hard in their life making ends meet on their small farm that their bodies were worn out. Now Mac missed them terribly and resented the fact his sister did not seem to feel the same way. She seemed relieved they no longer had to even give lip service to caring for their parents.

Almost three years after his Mother's death and seventeen months after his father's death Terrill McLaren lost his job. With no income and no prospects of work he did the only thing he could do. He went to his sister and her husband Neil to see if he could live with them 'until he got his feet under him'. That lasted for less than six weeks. The two siblings had never been close and now they were almost like strangers. The only thing that held them together at all was the blood tie and perhaps the interest in their parent's estate. Mac didn't like Neil and the dislike was returned in spades. Neil was an arrogant young man who felt he was better than his 'uneducated' blue collar worker brother. After all, he had a business degree from the local college and was used car manager at a large dealership. He had been a jock in high school and had the typical jock attitude. He was infuriated because Mac didn't bow and scrape before his magnificence. 

One evening after supper it all came to a head. They had spent the whole day in the attorney's office attempting to settle their parent's estate. Mac had suspected for weeks, hell, he had suspected almost every since Neil married Susan that they were interested in getting all they could from his parents as soon as they could. Until his parents went into the nursing home every time Susan went to visit she hauled something else of theirs off. Almost all the furniture and many of the kitchen utensils disappeared shortly after his parents left home for good. Supposedly Susan took things they wanted her to have as part of her inheritance, things that supposedly meant something to the family. Terry as his family called him, also was given some things but not as many as Susan. Terry kept his 'gifts'. Susan never took anything she didn't think she could sell. She routinely had a rummage sale shortly after hauling more items home from the farm. Money, money, money was Neil's and Susan's mantra. After they obtained the money they spent it. When the cash was gone they borrowed and spent more. They took cruises, long weekends in resorts, vacations in Hawaii or other popular places and always they made sure everyone knew about their latest extravagance. 

In a way Mac was lucky he lost his job just as the estate was settling instead of earlier. At least he had some chance of getting a little money to help him over the period he would be out of work. What angered him was the fact his sister had wanted him to take the farm and she wanted to keep the money. There was about $211,000.00 in stocks, bonds and cash. The farm had been appraised at $160,000.00. Susan and Neil wanted Mac to take the farm as his share and they wanted to keep all the cash. They argued they had family and many large debts that needed to be paid off so they needed the cash. Susan and Neil complained often and loudly that they didn't have time to wait for their share of the value of the land if and when it sold. They further argued since they had the larger family and they had spent more time helping the parents they should not have to split the amount over the value of the land with Mac.

Mac had wanted to split everything 50/50 so each had cash now and would get a share of the land value when it sold. The Executor of the Estate had threatened that day to delay distribution until the farm sold if the two arguing siblings didn't agree on a different distribution. The Probate court would not make the distribution until such time as the Executor informed it things were ready to settle. The evening the siblings were informed of that decision was when Neil kicked Mac out of his house. Mac lived in his truck for three days but was finally told by the local police he could not do that in the city limits. There were no good places near the city to park and camp so Mac finally gave in and agreed to take the land and $25,000.00 as his share of the estate. It angered Neil and Susan to have to split the money in excess of the farm value but they finally did so in order to get their hands on the remainder.

Mac mentally shook himself and grimaced at the memories that had been surging through his head as he sat in the heat. He sighed and looked around once more at the run down drive in then got out of his truck and headed for the door. When he entered he stopped in surprise. The building had been divided in half and now half of the room was a bar. The other half still served food and soft drinks where minors were welcome. He had seen the signs for beer along the road at the parking lot entrance but had not thought they were advertising for The Mustang. When he was last home this had been a family place and only served food. He headed for the café side and found a chair where he could look out the window at his old home town.

Mac could just barely make out the roof of his parent's, now his, home through the trees and brush about a quarter mile farther down the road. He knew the line of trees and brush obscuring the old two story house was along a small stream running along the city limits of Prineville.

He was looking out the window and remembering other August days when he was younger and happier. It was a typical August—hot and dry, very dry. It had already been six weeks since there had been any significant rainfall and would probably be three or four more. Temperatures hovered around 100 degrees Fahrenheit or better during the cloudless days. The sun beat down unmercifully cooking the vegetation that had been so green and inviting in the spring. Evening temperatures never got below mid 70's and the humidity was horrible. Mac was still used to these conditions because he worked in a un air conditioned shop until he was laid off. When he welded it was usually outside too.

Mac dreaded what he would find when he worked up the courage to drive the last quarter mile and laid his eyes on his childhood home. It was after noon so he had talked himself into stopping for a burger before he saw what he had gotten himself into. He used to love the burgers at The Mustang. They were even better than homemade. 

Emily had heard the bell ring when Mac entered the building. She was busy in the kitchen cleaning up after the lunch rush—ha. She had served a total of 13 people today. If it wasn't for the little bar she would be out of business. Even with beer sales and the snacks the drunks bought she barely made ends meet.

Emily tossed the wet rag she had been using to wash the counters back into the sink. Normally at this time of afternoon she would not see anyone until evening unless it was one of the chronically unemployed locals coming in for a six pack to take to the river. She walked into the bar first and was surprised it was empty. She then turned and entered the dining area. She glanced at the clock before looking for whoever entered. There was a young man sitting at a window booth staring out the window at the dry grass and dusty parking lot. He was tall, well built but looked run down. His clothes were clean but well worn. The soles of his boots were worn, the heels rounded and the uppers were scuffed and oil stained. His hair was just to the point of being shaggy, unkempt under his well worn straw cowboy hat. He looked slightly familiar but she couldn't say she knew him.

Emily walked to the ice machine, filled a glass with ice water and moved to the table to greet her late customer. She looked like her café—worn, tired, faded. Her movements were slow as if she was carrying a heavy weight. Her once beautiful blond hair was in a pony tail and dull looking as were her blue eyes. If you had looked at her closely you could see the vibrant young girl she used to be. Her breasts were firm and filled her top to perfection. She had a beautiful womanly butt and narrow waist. She stood about 5'8" and weighed in the neighborhood of 125 pounds.

Emily placed a menu and the water on the table in front of the young man. She said, "Know what ya want or do ya needa minnit?" She then stood with her pen poised over the little green order pad. 

Mac glanced up at her then back at the menu. He pushed it aside without reading it and said, "Burger, Onion Rings and a Pepsi."

"That it?"

"Yeah."

Emily turned and was halfway back to the kitchen when Mac said, "Hey!" When Emily turned back Mac continued, "I see ya serve beer now. Could I get a Busch instead of the Pepsi?"

"OK." Emily turned and walked on. As she walked she kept thinking she should know who the man was. He looked so familiar it was eerie. Emily quickly mashed together a hamburger patty and put an order of onion rings into the fryer. She was proud of the fact she still made her own hamburger patties, fries and onion rings. They were better than factory produced ready to cook items and everyone knew it.

After the meal was cooking Emily hurried into the bar area and grabbed a beer. She almost trotted to Mac's table and placed it on the table in front of him a little too robustly. The jar of it landing on the table caused it to fizz up and some foam to escape from the bottle top. Mac stared as Emily rushed off without a word heading for the kitchen and the cooking food. He shook his head once and wondered what was wrong with her. He hoped she didn't treat all her customers like that. He decided she was probably just another bitch who thought poorly of men in general and resented having to work for a living.

When she brought Mac's late lunch to him Emily decided to visit for a moment. Like in many small towns a stranger was news and she had to satisfy her curiosity. "I haven't seen ya around here before. You just passin' through or what?"

Mac looked up at Emily while he was chewing his first bite of probably the best hamburger he had eaten since he had left home. "NO. I live here or at least I do from now on." Mac pointed out the window at the roof of his house and continued, "I grew up in that house right over there. I left years ago for a better life. All I got is a bunch of crap. Lost my girlfriend, my parents died, lost my job and now I'm back to start over."

"Terry? Is it really you? Are you Terry McLaren?"

Mac smiled and nodded his head as he took another bite of his burger. He pushed a bite of onion ring into his mouth with the bite of burger he had just taken. Emily smiled and said, "Oh my God. You've changed. I would have never recognized you in a million years. I was sure sorry to hear about your folks. Now you've moved back home huh? You've got your work cut out for you. I'm afraid the old house is really run down. Bunch of the local kids have been tearing things up around here too. Probably have some broken windows and stuff too."




The Long Wait



"Yeah, I figured as much. And I go by Mac now. Terry was a different person. What's your name? You must be from around here if you recognize me."

Emily looked at Mac and said, "Oh, come on Terry, uh I mean Mac. You don't recognize me? We went to school together. I was two years behind you but we rode the same bus. I'm Emily Thomas."

When she told him who she was the years melted away and he felt a fool. He remembered Emily now. She had been a cute, precocious pest. Her family had operated The Mustang ever since it had been built. She grew up in the little Burger Joint. He remembered her working bussing tables and giving the customers grief as she did it. Mac got a little smile on his face as he tripped down memory lane.

"I guess I just didn't think Em. Should have known it was you. Heck, you were always here when I came in. How're your folks?"

Emily got a sad look on her face and said, "They're both gone now too Mac. They died the year after you left. Cancer got Mom and Dad died the winter after. He got Pneumonia and didn't go to the doctor until it was too late. He said with Moms bills we couldn't afford for him to be spending money at a doctor when he didn't need to be there for a little chest cold. I had just graduated high school and had been helping him here full time. When he died too I just took over here. We didn't have the money for me to go to college anyway so I just kept on running this old place. I put the bar in when I became 21 trying to keep things going. I make enough to get by but that's all I do.

"Well, I better get back and finish cleaning the kitchen. Will you holler if ya need anything else? I have to get things set up for later when the drunks start coming in. Running the place alone keeps me hopping but I don't make enough to hire help. Catch ya later." Emily smiled and placed Mac's bill on the table before she walked off.

Mac finished his meal and thought about having another beer. He shook his head and drained his water before he left. He had too much to do to sit here drinking beer and he for sure didn't need to spend the money on it. He had little enough of that as it was. He looked at the bill and smiled. It came to $7.50 before tax. In town the same meal would have been $11.00 or more. He stood and walked to the cash register. He wrapped a $10.00 bill around the sales slip and pushed it in the crack of the register drawer before he left. He yelled, "See ya Emily" as he left.

Emily rushed from the kitchen drying her hands on a towel. She looked at the table and didn't see money. She felt her stomach lurch. Surely Mac hadn't turned into an asshole that would just dine and dash had he? She trotted over to the cash register and finally saw the money and bill stuffed into the crack between the drawer and the frame of the machine. Emily felt a little shaft of remorse for thinking the worst of Mac. She should have known he wouldn't do that to her but hell, people change don't they? She occasionally had some of the younger crowd do the 'dine and dash'. It had gotten so bad she usually made them pay before they received their order. Many resented it and she suspected it cost her some business but that was better than losing the money she paid for whatever she served the deadbeats.

At her young age Emily had seen too much selfishness, too much dishonesty. She had formed the opinion men especially were assholes. They wanted what they wanted and they did everything they could do to get it as cheaply as possible. She had not found one who she felt she could trust unreservedly. Of course she didn't meet the cream of the crop running a country beer bar. She met the cowboys or wannabe's, the drunks and womanizers. She saw drunks hook up and knew some of them—men and women alike—were married to someone else. It disgusted her but she needed their business badly so she looked the other way.

Emily stood in the window as she was cleaning Mac's table. She watched his truck turn into the driveway of his place and stop halfway to the house. She knew he could drive no farther. There was a tree that had died and fallen into the driveway blocking it completely at that point. 

She stood remembering her problems with men and feeling guilt for placing Mac in that category as she watched him sit for a moment then get out of his truck. She had dated one of his best friends the year after his class had graduated. Steve had been so nice to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how he loved her. They had talked marriage when she got out of school. The first weekend after she graduated high school he had taken her to the river for a party. She had turned 18 only a month before. That was the night she had her first two beers. That had been enough to make her tipsy, unable to cogitate well. Like all young people who think they were in love she and Steve had been kissing and fondling. She was getting so hot. She felt the wetness of her pussy. She could feel his erection in his pants and it gave her pride she could do that to him. He was thrusting it against her in a frenzy.

Emily had been so horny. She remembered her hips thrusting and rubbing her crotch on Steve's thigh as he kissed her and played with her breasts. She felt him shift and both his legs were between hers. She felt him rise slightly and his hand was rubbing her pussy. He fumbled and moved the crotch of her suit to the side. She felt his finger in her wet pussy.

Emily continued staring out the window but she wasn't seeing anything. Her mind was reliving her time of shame. She felt the tears running down her cheeks as she remembered Steve pushing his finger inside her. She could still almost feel the pain and tearing as he rammed his dry calloused finger through her maiden head. 

She remembered Steve's grin as she felt his finger withdraw. He still held her swimsuit crotch to the side then she felt something larger, hard, yet soft probing at her crotch. She tried to close her legs but Steve held them apart. He thrust and slid up. He said "Shit" and she felt his hand pull his cock to the side and hold it. He thrust once more and she felt the head nudge into her pussy.

"No. Steve don't. Please," she had said.

"Awww come on honey. You know you want it. Hell, you're wet as the river. We've waited long enough."

Steve pulled back slightly and she thought he was pulling out. He reversed direction and slammed into her. In two thrusts he was balls deep. He bent and tried to kiss her. She turned her head and he became angry. He had snarled, "You stuck up little cunt. Ya want it and you know it. Now stop playing yer damn games."

Steve began withdrawing almost all the way out then slamming back into her. He was hitting her so hard she had a bruise the next morning. Some of the other kids heard her screaming and came to watch. One of Steve and Mac's friends yelled, "Hey ya all. Stevie's finally gettin' some of Em's pretty little pussy. Come on. Ya gotta see this!"

To her horror Emily felt her body betray her. She HAD been so horny but she didn't want this. She wanted Steve to get her off with his fingers as he had been doing for the last four months. She had first allowed him to touch her secret places on Valentine's Day when she had decided he might be the one. Had he continued fondling and diddling her as she normally allowed she would have jerked him off too like always.

Finally Steve yelled out, 'Oh SHIIIIIIT" and slammed into her once more. He strained and held himself tightly to her as she felt his cock throbbing. She felt the tears running down her cheeks as he pumped his seed into her no longer virgin pussy. She became terrified he had made her pregnant.

Steve immediately pulled from her and stood. She looked at his still hard cock as he stood over her. He bent down and rummaged through their pile of clothes until he found her panties. He used them to wipe himself off before he drew his cock back into his swim suit. Emily slowly closed her legs and felt her swimsuit slide to cover her pussy. She felt so wet and messy down there and it hurt. She thought sex was supposed to be fun but the orgasm she had wasn't worth the pain of her deflowering. She looked up and saw many of their friends standing looking down at her. Some of the girls were glaring at her and most of the boys were grinning. All the boys she could see had a hard on showing in their pants. Troy had knelt between her thighs and pulled himself out. He reached out and touched her crotch and said, "How about giving me a little too Em? I sure could use it and since you're giving it away..."

Somehow Emily had found the strength to kick out at him. She had hit him in the chest and knocked him back. "NO! I'm NOT giving it away. I didn't want to do it at all."

Steve was still standing over her. He said, "The hell you didn't. You were wet as I've ever seen a woman. Hell, ya came when we was doin' it. You wanted it and you know it. I got witnesses. Aint that right guys?"

Almost all the boys there had said Steve was right. About that time one of Emily's friends had come up and helped her to her feet. She stood glaring at the others standing around and said, "You bunch of assholes. He raped her and you know it. Now get out of the way. I'm taking her home."

Andy said, "No, he didn't rape her and YOU know it. Hell we all been watching him and her all day. She had been all over him. You know it and so does everyone else. Now just get yer asses on home and cry awhile. Shit."

The two girls got into the car and drove back toward town. They had stopped at the stream at the city limits. Emily went into the small swimming hole just down from the bridge and waded out neck deep. She pulled her bottoms down and cleaned herself as well as she could. She walked back out and she and Dottie sat in the little park holding each other. Emily cried while they discussed what had happened trying to decide what to do. Finally Emily decided not to report Steve. No one had seen him force himself on her and she admitted to Dottie that she had not fought him. She had only said no once then she had laid there while he took her. She knew if she filed rape charges against Steve she would suffer severe emotional trauma during the investigation and trial. No, it was better to just forget it and hope she was not pregnant.

Five days later Steve, Troy and Andy came into The Mustang. When they saw her they all smirked. She walked up to their table to take their order. Being arrogant young men they smirked more and Steve said, "Hey baby I need a furburger and an order of thighs and some hair pie for desert. Ya all can have some hot dog if ya wantta little somthin with me."

Emily turned and started to walk off. Her face was red and she was shaking. Steve reached out and grabbed her hand. He said, "Hey baby. It's Friday night. I'll pick ya up at the usual time."

"NO. We're done. I don't ever want to see you again. I thought you loved me."

The boys laughed and Steve said, "I do love you baby. I love your little pussy and those nice tits. Hell, I even need you. Come on. We'll go back to the river and swim again."

Emily jerked her hand away from Steve's grip and walked off. She heard the laughter in the background. To her horror at 7:30 that evening Steve showed up for their "date". He knocked on her door as usual. Her mother who was already showing the ravages of her cancer greeted him pleasantly and let him into the room.

Steve stood looking at Emily and said, "Why aren't you ready yet? Come on, ya gotta hurry. We got a lot to do tonight baby."

"I told you I wasn't going out with you anymore. Now get out. We're through."

Steve reached for her hand and began pulling her toward the door. Emily once again said, "NO. She pulled back and then kicked at Steve. Her kick had been aimed at his shin but he dodged it.

Mrs. Thomas looked at Emily strangely and said, "Emily what's wrong honey? Why don't you want to go with Steve tonight?"

"Nothing Momma. I just don't like him anymore and I don't want to see him ever again."

"Bullshit," said Steve. "We just had a little misunderstanding the other day Mrs. T. She'll get over it. Now come on baby. We got things to do."

"NO. Now get out," said Emily. She kicked at Steve again and this time her kick hit his thigh and slid upward hitting his cock and balls a glancing but strong blow.

"You little Bitch," he moaned as he bent forward and held his crotch. "Well FUCK YOU. There's other pussy in town and most of its better than yours by a long shot."

Steve staggered out the door and Mrs. Thomas turned to look at Emily. "Emily Honey. What did he mean by that? You and he haven't been doing something you shouldn't have you?"

Emily was crying and just stood there. All she could do was shake her head 'NO'. Mrs. Thomas walked to her and wrapped her in her arms. "There now Honey. He's gone now. Shhhh."

Slowly Emily stopped crying. She went to bed early that evening but she lay awake for a long time.

The next day Steve came into the café with Carmen Rodriguez. They sat in the same booth and he had his hands all over her. When Emily came to take their order he smirked at her. "Give us both a burger and coke. I gotta good woman here Em. She knows how to take care of a real man."

Carmen blushed and giggled.

For the rest of the summer and most of the winter Emily had to fight off the advances of the boys. The word was out that she was easy. Late that summer the word even got back to her parents. After the café had closed for the evening one Saturday they sat her down and asked about the rumors. She had tearfully told them what had happened. Of course both her parents were furious. They were angry at her for not telling them and reporting Steve but they were angrier at Steve. Her father wanted to go use a ball bat on him. Finally her mother and Emily talked him out of that.

That Thanksgiving weekend the little town of Prineville had been awakened at three in the morning on Saturday. An ambulance roared into town and stopped beside the pool hall. Steve had been found badly beaten in the rest room of the pool hall after the owner closed and began cleaning. The next week Carmen Rodriguez's two brothers were arrested for the beating. Apparently Steve had taken Carmen as he had Emily and this time someone stood up for one of his dates. Steve was never seen in town again. The word was out that the local Hispanic population believed he would be better off elsewhere and he agreed. Carmen's brothers were ultimately not prosecuted because there were no witnesses to the beating.

Finally Emily gave herself a mental shake and resumed her work. As she worked she remembered all the other local men who had treated her and other women as a piece of meat. She thought of all the men who spent their evenings and part of their days in her little beer hall while their women were home with the children or working. She cringed sometimes at their callous, suggestive comments. None of them cared one whit for her feelings. They were all out for themselves only.

At nearly the same time as Emily was remembering her past troubles Mac was thinking of her. He wondered where the fun loving sparkling eyed young lady had gone. Surely her attitude and demeanor weren't all caused by her tough economic life? He shook his head and began walking down the driveway to his home. He could already see he had a lot of work ahead of him before the place was in anywhere near the shape it had been when he was young.

Mac went to the house first. It was an old style two story farmhouse. It had a wrap around covered porch. There was a kitchen, dining, living room, the farm office and a fairly large master suite on the ground floor. There were two bedrooms and a small den or play area with a bathroom upstairs. He and his sister had occupied the upstairs and used the sitting area to study while they were home.

There were several boards rotten and the rails were broken on much of the porch. Two windows were broken out and he could see where someone had been going in and out them. He walked through the house, downstairs first. The carpets were filthy and someone had kicked holes in some of the walls. It smelled like they had urinated in some of the corners but that could have been animals. There was evidence raccoons and opossums had been in the house a lot. There was a lot of mouse and rat sign too. For some reason the upstairs was almost untouched. It was obvious people had been there but the damage was light. Mostly it was just stains, beer cans and cigarette butts. Mac also saw several used condoms on the floor beside the beds. Of course the mattresses were filthy and would have to be thrown away. It was a wonder the house hadn't burned down. He could see both upstairs and down where the cigarettes had scorched the floors before going out after they were dropped.

Next Mac went to the large shop. To his surprise it was still locked and the windows, while broken, had not been used for entrance. His father had placed mesh over them in a welded frame and no one had been able to force entry. Mac opened all the doors and stood surveying the shop. Most of the tools were still there and so were the two tractors, hay baler and no till grain drill. There was even still air and acetylene in the cutting torch. It would take almost no effort to be able to work out of the shop. He decided on the spot to advertise his services immediately to see if he could begin to generate income. He would begin cleaning and repairing the downstairs at the house tomorrow. As soon as he got the power turned on he would set up his office and print out flyers to advertise his business. He would paint a large sign and place it at the end of the driveway too.

Mac went to his trailer and got out his chain saw. He cut the log across the driveway into two sections and used his truck to pull it out of the way. He then pulled his trailer down beside the house and unhooked it. It was still early so he began cleaning. He carried all the trash from the house to the old burn pile. He had no water to wash with so could only carry out trash and sweep. Just doing that made the place look better. By the time he got that done it was almost eight in the evening. He grabbed his soap and a towel and wandered down to the stream for a bath before he went to town for his supper.

Mac put on clean clothes and drove back to The Mustang. This time there were a half dozen cars in the lot and music was coming from the bar side of the building. When Mac walked into the building he saw a man and woman in the café with two small children. Everyone else was in the bar. He saw some of the bar patrons eating so he went in there also. A harried looking Emily rushed up to his table. "Hi Mac. Whatcha need?"

"Same as lunch I guess Em. Burger, rings and a Busch."

"Ya got it Stud," she said and rushed off. Like before she went into the kitchen first to start his meal then brought his beer and a glass of water. This time she placed it on the table correctly and smiled before rushing back to the kitchen. While he was drinking his first swallow of beer the man at the next table turned to him and said, "Haven't seen ya in here before. You passing through or what?"

"No, I live here now. Grew up in town and now I've moved back into the old home place. They call me Mac. I'm going to open a welding service, implement and engine repair shop. I do diesel and gasoline engine work and don't mind working on cars, trucks or tractors. If you know anyone who needs something like that done I'd appreciate it if you let them know."

"How long had ya been gone? I've lived here five years now and I don't remember seeing ya."

Mac and the man talked for several minutes as he ate his supper. Finally the man had a couple of friends come in and he turned his attention to them. Mac saw Emily talking to some of the men at the far end of the room and they turned to look at him. They stared for a moment then they all got up and approached his table smiling. They were all people he had known from school. One of them had been in his class and the others had been younger. They pulled up chairs and they spent the next two hours visiting and reconnecting. Finally they decided they needed to leave and get home so they would be rested for work the next day.




The Long Wait



After his friends had left the only customers were Mac and two other men who were nearly drunk. Emily had cleaned and closed off the café side of the building and was sitting behind the bar resting. She looked exhausted. Finally she straightened up and said, "Ok guys. It's Ten. Time to close it up and go home."

The two drunks tried to talk her into just one more but she was adamant. Finally they took their partly full bottles and wandered out into the parking lot. Mac walked up to the cash register and waited for Emily to tally up his bill. His bill came to a little less than $13.00. Emily smiled and said, "I still have your change from lunch. Let me see what it'll be with that taken off Mac."

"Whoa there Em. You don't have change for me. That was your tip." He handed her $14.00 and said, "Here ya go. This should cover tonight."

Emily stood looking at him and then down at the money. "I don't know what to say Mac. Hell I never get tips here. Lots of times when someone leaves extra money on the table they ask for it back the next time they're in. Look, I know things are tight for you. You don't have to tip me for doing my job."

"Emily what I had tonight would cost sixteen or eighteen dollars in town. I don't have a problem with giving you what I did at noon or tonight. You deserve it. Do you serve breakfast?"

Emily nodded her head yes. "Yeah. I open at 0630 and close the café at eight. I close the bar at ten Monday through Thursday and at 11 Friday and midnight Saturday. Mac smiled and said, "Well, guess I'll see ya tomorrow morning then. Catch ya later." 

Mac had his breakfast at The Mustang then took off for town. He had to arrange for electricity as his first priority then he went to the Home Depot for lumber, some new windows and doors for his house. He also purchased new faucets for the sinks and some drywall to patch the holes and paint for all the rooms downstairs. He ordered a new refrigerator and washer and dryer too. He hoped the kitchen range would still work. This took almost $4000.00 of his cash and he still had to buy carpet for the downstairs.

It took Mac almost a month to get the repairs done to the downstairs. He replaced all the windows and both doors. He put in new linoleum for the kitchen, bath and laundry room as well as carpet in the other rooms. That was another $2836.00 for the floor coverings. He found out the heating and air unit needed repair—another $723 down the drain there. He bought a cheap used dining table and chairs and a sofa and recliner for the living room. He splurged on a new King size bed for himself. The furniture took another $3197.00. His little nest egg was down to about $13,000.00 after he factored in his other miscellaneous expenses like utility deposits, exterior paint and repairs to buildings and his farm machinery. He still had to till the land and buy seed for his winter wheat crop. He intended to make the land as productive as he could.

At least he didn't have to take his everyday living expenses from his bank account. He averaged working part of two to three days a week on some type of repair or welding for locals. That gave him some spending money and enough to cover his day to day expenses besides. After the house was completed he got his old tractor running then used it to pull the drill so he could verify it operated correctly. 

After the tractor was running well he took it out into the fields and began bush hogging the brush and weeds. At first he was going to no till the seeds in but decided there was just too much undergrowth for that. When he got near his house he saw a truck sitting in his drive. He drove up and saw one of his parent's younger friends sitting watching him. Jess was getting up in his 70's now but he was still spry.

"Howdy Boy. I saw you running the old tractor and I just had to stop by and watch. Been a long time since I saw ole Minnie out working. You doin' ok? You sure have made the old place look better in the last two months."

"Yeah Jess. Guess I'm doing ok. I feel like I'm never going to get caught up." He patted the old yellow and white tractor and continued, "Ya know they just don't make tractors like these old Minneapolis Moline's any longer. It's simple to work on and pulls like a champ. It doesn't go as fast as the newer ones but it'll still be running when they're in the junkyard."

"Yep. Glad ya kept her. Your Poppa sure did like that old tractor. Are you going to plant a crop too son?"

"Yeah. Think I'll put in at least a hundred acres of wheat. I have about ten or twelve acres around the house I can't plant but I think I'll put the rest of the tillable land in corn. I'll follow the wheat with soybeans if it's not too dry next summer."

The two friends visited for a few more minutes then Mac returned to work. Things were going well so he worked until a little after midnight. He had almost two thirds of his land bush hogged now and was feeling good about his accomplishments.

As soon as he finished bush hogging Mac began planting his wheat. He had sprayed with roundup before he cut the weeds and hoped he had killed enough his crop would do OK. He hated paying for the seed and fertilizer but it was necessary. His little nest egg was down to just over $4000.00 now. It was also the slow part of the season for repairs. Now he was only getting three or four full days of work a month average as the winter progressed.

Mac was preparing most of his own meals now but he still occasionally dropped into The Mustang for a burger or beer. He found himself trying to time his visits so he had time to visit with Emily. One Tuesday evening he and Emily were alone in the bar when she turned to him and said, "Mac what happened to you? You used to be full of fun and happiness. Now I can't even find the boy you used to be in the man you are."

"Well Em I guess I found out life is a bitch and women are selfish self centered...Oh, hell, I really don't know for sure. It just seems like I'm out of step with the way people are now. I'm a straight shooter and what you see is pretty much what you get. I don't like playing games with people and teasing or promising something I'm not going to give out. Seems like most folks that is all they do now. People in the city seem to try to make themselves look good by making others look bad, by stabbing them in the back. I still think you should make yourself look good by working hard, being honest and giving a full day's work for a day's pay. I got burned a time or two and led on more times than I want to think about and it hurt a lot Em. I just gave up. Hell, I was almost ready to quit my job and move on before I got laid off."

"Whatever happened to you and Martha? I thought you were made for each other. You went to Springville together and then she came back with some other citified dude. One day she and he came in here and I asked about you. She refused to talk about you and claimed she didn't know where you got to."

Mac laughed and she saw the pain in his face. "I guess part of that was my fault. I just got tired of her games. We were like most kids I guess. We were young and horny all the time but... well she was more interested in working me up and playing hard to get. I got laid some but a lot of times when I got ready to perform the deed she would push me away and tell me she wasn't horny. Hell I knew she was horny. Shit, she was moaning and ready for me but she was into her little games. She wanted to be wined and dined and to be begged for her favors. She wanted me to make her feel special and needed she said. Hell, I told her I needed her and I loved her but she said I needed to be more emphatic about it whatever that means.

"One night we were in her bed and all over each other. I had been using her toys on her and she had been working me up higher and higher. I put her toy down and started to uh. Well anyway she pushed me away and said she wasn't in the mood anymore and for me to go away. I guess I just lost it and unloaded on her. I called her a prick teasing little bitch. I told her I was tired of putting up with her games then I left."

"Why did you do that? Why didn't you just finish what you'd started Mac?"

"You're kidding right? You know I couldn't do that. She got what she needed and told me NO. Hell, I thought I loved her why would I want to force her to do something she said she didn't want to do any longer? Besides no man should force himself on a woman and I refuse to do that. I gave her a piece of mind and I left. I talked to her on the phone a time or two after that but I never saw her again. Last I heard she had been running with a bunch of college girls who thought it was real funny to prick tease and send their men home with blue balls."

"What about other girls? Hell, you're a nice man. Surely there were other girls you liked. Why aren't you married Mac?"

"Well I was so hurt I didn't date for a while after Martha. Then I started looking for love in all the wrong places I guess. I went with several women but I found right quick a bar is a bad place to find a good woman. They all either cheated on me or were playing games with me so I just quit. Hell, I hadn't had a date in almost six months when I moved back here. You know I've not had one since I got here."

"But what do you do about..." Emily blushed and dropped her head.

"Well, Em I guess I don't want to talk about that. I don't see you dating either. Want to tell me what you do about things?"

Emily blushed and bit her lip. She shook her head no and whispered, "No. I'm sorry Mac. It's none of my business. I know what you mean about people and bars. As for the games I think I know about them too. I saw a lot of the girls in school and some of the women who come in here leading the men on and teasing about things like that."

Mac and Emily renewed their old friendship. He spent many pleasant evenings and some afternoons visiting with her after that but they never touched on intimate subjects again. It was an icy, snowy night in early February when things changed for them once again. Mac had gone to bed but was not sleeping yet when he heard sirens. They came screaming past his house and then stopped almost immediately. He could see the flashing of red lights in his bedroom. He rose and looked out the window. There was a fire at the edge of town near The Mustang. Mac threw on his clothes and rushed from his house. He took his truck out of the garage and drove toward town. When he got to The Mustang he saw two local Rural Fire Trucks beside a small burning house at the edge of the parking lot. The lot was rapidly filling with sight seers. 

Mac walked as close as he could to the fire and found Emily standing watching the fire. She was crying and trying to get past the fireman holding her. "Let me go damn you. I've gotta get in there. Everything I own is in there except for the business." 

"No Emily. You know I can't do that. Now please stay here so I can help the boys try and put out the fire."

Mac walked up and pulled Emily away from the fireman. "You go on," he said. He pulled her into his embrace and said, "I'll take care of Emily."

Emily looked up at Mac and wrapped her arms around him. She cried into his chest and shivered from the cold as she watched her home burn. "Mac what am I going to do? All of my things are there. Everything I have of Moms and Dads is there. Please Mac. I've got to save some of it."

Mac was trying to decide what to do, what to tell her when there was a huge shower of sparks and the roof of the small house collapsed down into the building. Emily watched and cried harder once more as she saw her home fully engulfed in flames.

Mac took off his coat and wrapped her in it. He stood holding her as they watched the fire. Finally it had burned down and everyone but one fire truck left. It was staying to be sure the fire did not flare up once more and spread.

Mac turned and guided Emily back to her small business. "Come on Em. Let's lock up and you can come home with me. It's not much but you can bunk on my couch until you get things straightened out."

Neither Mac nor Emily slept well the remainder of the night. He heard her moving around just after seven the next morning. When he came into the living room she was standing staring out the window at the smoke still rising from her burned out home. It was Sunday and she normally didn't open the café on Sundays. 

Mac walked up behind Emily and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry as hell about the fire Em. Why don't I see about some coffee right now? We'll drink a couple cups then have breakfast before we go see what needs to be done."

"Ok Mac. Thank you so much for letting me stay here last night. I hate to impose on you but could you maybe take me to town for some things I'm going to need? They wouldn't even let me get my car out of the carport so I lost it too. I don't have any way to get around now. One of the first things I'll have to do is buy a car. I usually do all my shopping on Sundays since it's the only day I don't work."

"Sure Em. I need some things too so we can go to the store whenever you want."

Shortly after 0830 Mac and Emily drove over to see what was left of her house. He drove up to the edge of her little yard. Emily sat in the truck looking at the smoke still rising from the ashes of her home. He heard her sniffle and turned to see her quietly crying. Every so often she would wipe her cheeks with her fingers. "It wasn't much but it was all I had. My old car was on its last legs too but at least it ran. I only had liability insurance on it because it was so old and I needed to save money. I can't even replace it from insurance. I only had the house insured for $27,500. I know I can't buy or rebuild for that. Oh Mac what am I going to do? I have a little cot in the store room at The Mustang so I can rest during the day but I can't live there. I don't make enough to pay rent or a mortgage if I rebuild my house. Maybe I can buy an old trailer or something."

"Don't worry about it now Em. Let's get to the store and buy what we need then we'll go back home and do some planning for you. You're going to have to call the insurance company first thing Monday for sure. You can stay with me for a while until you get things figured out."

Emily bought two pair of jeans, four blouses and one dress, some under things and her feminine needs at Wal-Mart. She also loaded up her cart with the food items she would need to prepare meals at the café during the next week. She had found it cheaper to buy things at Wal-Mart and Sam's Club than get them off the delivery trucks. Normally she had her car trunk and back seat full when she left town on Sundays.

When they left the store Emily turned to Mac and said, "Mac I know it's a few miles farther but would you mind taking me to Sam's Club too. I really need to buy some things for the business too."

When they got to Sam's Mac told Emily to do her shopping and he would meet her at the truck when she was done. As soon as they separated Mac went back to the furniture sales area and picked out a mattress and spring set. Then he went and picked out a comfortable recliner to match the one he already had in his living room. He paid for these items and had them help him load them onto the back of his truck with their other purchases.

When Emily came out with her flat cart full of items she stopped beside the truck. Mac got out and began loading her purchases onto his flat bed. Emily said, "Mac what's all that furniture on there for?"

"Well Em I had planned to buy another mattress and chair sometime so I decided to get them now. That little couch isn't that comfortable to lie on and I thought you could use the bed. I can make a frame for it in an hour or so it the mattress won't fit on the one that is in one of the bedrooms upstairs now. Until ya get things settled you're welcome to use one of the upstairs rooms. It won't cost ya anything and I'll stay out of your hair that way."

Emily felt the tears run down her cheeks as Mac told her what he had done. "Oh, Mac I couldn't. That wouldn't be right to take advantage of you like that. Now you go on and return those things. I know you can't afford to spend all that money. We've talked about your income and I know things are tight for you. Hell, I'll figure something out."

"No Em. It's a done deal. I'm keeping them even if you don't stay. If you're worried about living with me I can build a stairway to the top floor deck and we can lock the inside stairway door so I can't get up there to bother ya."

"NO! That's not what I'm worrying about. If I didn't trust you I wouldn't have spent last night on your couch. I just can't take advantage of ya that way."

The friends argued back and forth all the way back home. Finally Mac agreed to let Emily feed him and give him free beer at her business as her rent on his upstairs bedroom."

It took almost five weeks for her insurance company to settle with Emily. She got $32,500 for her house and the contents. When the check arrived in the mail Emily excitedly showed it to Mac. "At least I owned the old house free and clear. I wish now I had paid for the policy with the full replacement value instead of the cheapest one I could find. I still don't have enough to build a new house and furnish it but maybe I can find something to live in with this amount. I suppose I'll use a lot of it for a new car or maybe an SUV. Would you go shopping with me for a car soon please Mac?"

The weekend after her check came Emily and Mac closed the bar and he drove her home. She had brought a box of her favorite wine back with her. When they got into the house she turned to Mac and said, "Mac I don't feel like going to bed right now. Would you like to sit up and visit for a while?"

It was a little after midnight and they had each had two glasses of wine. Mac was feeling his alcohol because he had drank four beers while he was waiting on Emily to close and finish cleaning the bar. He was sitting sipping his wine and listening to Emily drone on. He was sure he was missing a lot of what she said and felt slightly guilty about it.

"MAC! Did you hear anything I just said?"

Mac felt his face get red and he stammered, "I'm sorry Em. I guess I'm pretty tired and my mind was wandering."

Emily sat looking at Mac a moment then said, "Mac I asked you a question. I really appreciate you letting me live here but it just isn't right. I'm not paying my way and you just ignore me." She sniffled a little, wiped a tear from her cheek with her fingers and continued, "Mac what's wrong with me? I think you like me but you never touch me and you haven't even tried to take me to bed or anything. I see you looking at me some evenings when I'm lounging around the house and on Sundays but you just look at me a minute then look away.

"I used to have a lot of men looking at me and wanting to touch me. Now all I get is dirty comments from the drunks. Why don't nice men look at me and want me?"

Mac sat there and looked at Emily as her shoulders shook and she cried quietly. She continued, "Dammit Mac. I'm a woman and I want the same things other women want. I want a good man and children but all I have is that damn little hole in the wall business. I don't even have a home any longer. What the hell is wrong with me Mac?"

Mac felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to run away but his friend needed him. How the hell did he handle this? Emily needed something from him and he didn't know what to tell her. Finally he got out of his recliner and walked up to hers. He reached out and pulled her from the chair then led her back to his. He sat in his chair and pulled her into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest as she quietly cried.

Mac looked down at Emily and said, "Emily I don't know what to say. I'm your friend and I always will be. I know what you mean about a family and someone to love. I want the same thing and I couldn't find it. Now all I do is work and try to make ends meet like you do. I guess I should go to town weekends and look for something but it's like I said the last time we had a little heart to heart. You are looking for a needle in a haystack trying to find a good woman in a bar. Hell, you said the same thing about men. The few unmarried people our age around here sure aren't good catches either.




The Long Wait



Greg looked at his watch as he pulled into the drive-way. It was 15 minutes past 11. After nearly 3 weeks, he was finally home back from his extended business trip. He knew that Ashley might be asleep. He got out of the car and carried the luggage to the front door. He turned the key and opened the door. Moving the luggage into the living room, he closed the door soundlessly, not willing to wake her up. Greg shrugged out of his jacket and removed his shoes as he proceeded towards the bedroom.

Greg opened the door and he couldn't stop smiling. Sprawled on the bed, his Ashley looked small and vulnerable. She had a teddy clutched close to her heart. It was the same old teddy bear that he had first gifted her. Whenever he was away on a business trip, the teddy was used as a fill-in. Many a time, Ashley had playfully remarked that the teddy was much softer to cuddle than he was. Suddenly he was overcome with a surge of jealousy seeing the stuffed toy in her arms. He knew that he was being childish but he wanted to be the only one in her arms. Greg was pulled out of his reverie as Ashley shifted on the bed. The covers dipped further down her body. Her exposed body made his flesh twitch. He closed the bedroom door and stripped off his shirt and sat on the bed, beside her. Greg loosened the toy from Ashley's grip. With a little protest, Ashley allowed him to take the teddy away. He placed it on the nightstand, far away from her. Greg turned towards her and looked at her serene face. She looked calm and peaceful. He didn't want to disturb her but his need grew stronger and stronger. He stroked his fingers across her spine. Ashley shivered slightly and moved away from his touch. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He tugged his pants down along with his briefs. He pulled back the covers and moved closer to her, kissing her forehead. She turned towards him and fluttered open her eyes, looking at him dreamily.

'Hey, Ash,' he whispered as she stretched on the bed, turning towards him.

'Hmm ... you are back,' she smiled and rose on her elbows to kiss him, breathing in his scent.

'You smell so tempting and irresistible,' said Ashley against Greg's ear and traced his earlobe with her tongue.

'Mmm ... Baby, stop doing that,' groaned Greg and he turned his face away.

'I missed my husband,' said Ashley softly as she snuggled closer to Greg and pressed a flurry of kisses across his jaw.

'And I missed my wife,' murmured Greg against her lips, her warm body pressing into his.

'Had your dinner?' she asked and pushed his hair from his forehead.

'Yeah, had something in the flight,' he replied, least concerned about food. 'I am hungry for something else,' he said and nuzzled her neck.

'I know,' she said, seeking more of his touch. Greg ran his fingers across her shoulders blades and finally rested them at her breasts. Ashley leaned into him and gasped as his hands squeezed her breasts. He brushed his finger nail across her already stiff nipple, making her squirm. Her nipples turn into rigid peaks anticipating the night ahead.

'Ash, you are so beautiful. I like the way in which you respond to me,' whispered Greg against her ear, making her shiver as his fingers traced a random pattern on her back.

'Greg ...' moaned Ashley and pushed Greg onto his back and straddled him. She moved forward and caught his lips for a long, deep kiss. She dragged her nails across his chest and flicked his nipple. His pectoral muscles were drawn taut, wondering Ashley's next move. 

'Relax, Greg,' cooed Ashley and circled his nipple with her tongue. Greg groaned at the pleasure, entangling his fingers through her soft hair. 

Ashley placed a flurry of kisses across his mid-riff and abdomen, reaching his groin. Ashley cupped his ass and squeezed it, making him tighten his hold on her hair. She blew a breath on his erect cock, making it grow and swell. She placed a soft kiss at the tip, making him thrust his hips into her mouth. She stroked his cock with her fingers and teased his balls with her tongue. Greg gasped as Ashley took his entire cock into her mouth and sucked him. Her tongue swiveled around the head, drawing him deeper into her hot and wet mouth. Her silky hair formed a veil and teased his abdomen. Greg ran his fingers through her hair and tucked them behind her ear. She looked at him slyly before running her tongue on the velvety underside of his cock. She sucked him, making him groan. Her teeth grazed his erection and she deep-throated him.

'That's enough,' said Greg as he pulled himself away from Ashley's mouth.

'But, I want to ...,' said Ashley in protest. Greg laid a finger on her lips, silencing her.

'No, Ash. Not now. Tonight, I want to be inside you. I want to feel your wetness and I want you to know that you are mine,' said Greg, unable to dampen the possessive streak in his voice.

'I like it when you are so possessive about me,' whispered Ashley and launched herself at him, placing kisses all over his face. 'And I will be always be yours,' said Ashley against his lips, before claiming them for a scorching kiss.

Greg rolled her onto her back and kissed her nipple before pulling it into his mouth. His teeth tugged her nipple, eliciting a moan from her. She clasped his head, urging him to go on. His hand found her other breast, pumped it and he tugged the nipple with his thumb, turning it into a rigid peak. Greg then moved further down her body, placing slow and teasing kisses along her midriff, waist and around her navel. Ashley clutched the sheets beneath and tried to stifle the moans. 

'You are wet,' murmured Greg as he ran a finger across her slit. He showed his finger, which was wet with her juices. He offered his finger to Ashley and she sucked it into her mouth, swiveled her tongue around it, making him groan. 'I missed you Ash, so damn much that it hurt,' whispered Greg and dragged his tongue across Ashley's cunt, delving deeper into her hot and wet pussy. His slow, long swipes made Ashley squirm, seeking more of his touch as she thrust her hips towards his chin. 

'Someone seems to be impatient tonight,' muttered Greg against her.

'Please ...,' moaned Ashley as she thrust her hips against his hands.

'Please what, Ash?' asked Greg slyly as he pinned her with his look. 'Say it.'

'Fuck me, Greg. Make me yours,' screamed Ashley and Greg positioned himself at her entrance. His cock teased her and she thrust her hips. He flexed his hips driving himself into her. She wrapped her long slender legs around his waist, drawing him closer into her. Her flesh clasped him tightly as he pounded into her faster, deeper and harder. They didn't know where he ended and she began. She reached between them and touched her clit, trying to reach her orgasm which lurked near.

'I won't last long, Ash. It's too good and it's been too long,' groaned Greg as her hips met his each and every thrust. 

Ashley stroked herself faster and faster. Greg felt Ashley lose herself and splinter apart, as he lost himself in her. Greg kissed her neck and looked at her with a renewed passion. Ashley wrapped her arms around Greg and drew him close. He cupped her backside and squeezed it affectionately.

'I missed being in your arms,' whispered Greg and rolled onto his side, taking Ashley along him. 

'I am not letting you go anytime soon,' murmured Ashley as she cuddled Greg and sighed with contentment.

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