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Too Young for True Love

By: Dinsmore



This is a love story. It gets delightfully raunchy in the last third for those of you who would rather skip ahead.

"Hi, Jim, this is Mary. I really feel bad about this but I'm not going to be able to come down for the weekend like we planned. I'm way behind on a couple of term papers and exams are coming up and I'm in a total panic."

"Maybe you could come anyway and study here? I've got tickets for the concerts and the dances but you could just study during the day and well..."

"No, I don't think so. I know I'd be too tempted to goof off."

"Well, okay, I guess I understand; I'm disappointed but I guess you have to do what you have to do."

"Thanks! I knew you'd be sweet about it."

Well fuck! Not only was this one of the biggest weekends of the school year, Spring Fest, but it was always the most fun since the weather was usually warm. Everybody would have a date; it was unlikely that he would be able to find one in a little over a week.

If he'd had to do it over again, he would never had chosen an all male university in spite of its status as a top school. There were a number of all girl colleges in a perimeter of fifty to a hundred miles from the University. When he had been a freshman, there had been a requirement to live in the dorm and personal cars were not allowed. The only way you could meet girls was either as part of a school sponsored mixer with one of the female schools or if you got lucky and made friends with an upper classman who had a car. 

He had joined a fraternity with the hope of establishing a relationship with someone with a car but most of the brothers in his house were ass holes who got a sadistic pleasure in fucking with under classmen. One had even gotten his girl friend to bring some young ladies to the University one weekend and pawned them off on the pledges. They were all decidedly unattractive, almost intentionally so; he had been polite and pleasant but the weekend 'date' had been dismal.

The summer after his first year, an old friend of his mom's who owned a farm barely twenty minutes from campus had offered to let him board in one of the cottages on her farm in exchange for minor chores. Hattie was getting on in years and really just felt safer having a young man around for security. His chores were minimal; he chopped firewood and kept her fireplace bin well stocked. He fed her few remaining horses. He'd use her old tractor to plow her garden in the spring and remove the snow in the winter. Having grown up on a farm, he was not unaccustomed to farm work and what Hattie expected was not remotely intrusive. He joined her for dinner one night a week and found the old girl to be a fascinating person with a sharp wit and a delightful litany of stories. 

Living on Aunt Hattie's farm---he called her aunt even though there was no blood relationship---also enabled him to apply for in state tuition which saved a ton of money. It also gave him the right to a "local" automobile registration which had fewer restrictions than the typical sophomore one. 

He had a scholarship which only paid the in state fees, not the out of state penalty. Aunt Hattie wasn't charging him any money for the lodging; as far as utilities, he only paid for his long distance phone calls. He'd made enough money over the summer to buy a reliable car, a reasonably late model VW bug. He also had purchased a used motor bike, a small Honda, which he often rode to class because he could park much closer to the academic buildings.

The University had a lot of guys from wealthy families with fancy cars and a pocket full of coin. Jim was not one of those; his step dad was a school teacher who also ran a marginal small farm; his mother had been elected justice of the peace and made a little money working out of her home, 'court room' in their small, very rural, northeastern Pennsylvania locale and also had some insurance from when his dad had been killed. Jim had been fortunate to have scored very well on the SATs and had a perfect high school record. An education from a top of the line, edge of the Ivy League school would provide him a leg up when it came to a career.

Jim's father had died in an auto accident when Jim had been nine; Jim had not known about the small trust fund his father had established for his education; in point of fact, his mom had not even known, until Jim's godfather had made them aware. It was not a lot of money; Jim's dad had left $28,000 in a tightly constructed trust which would pay out a yearly stipend, basically the interest, as long as he was in school. The fund had grown modestly over ten years as it had been invested very conservatively and now paid out four to five thousand dollars a year which came in a monthly check. At twenty-five, Jim would have access to the principle.

Jim worked part time as a photo-journalist for the local daily paper during the school year and full time in the summer. He had always had a gift for writing and had often written articles and taken photos for the small weekly paper in his high school town. He also knew how to process film and print photos; he had operated an engraving machine exactly like the models they had. The managing editor of the local daily had hired him on the spot when he discovered that he would require no real training. During the school year, Jim worked a night shift at the paper, to include local photo and news assignments. During the intervals when prints were drying, film was fixing or plastic photo engravings were grinding away on one of the two Fairchild machines, Jim would study.

Five days a week, he would call his editor, and get his photo and short news story assignments, which were usually covered between 4:00 PM and 9:00 PM. The paper also paid him mileage. After he was done with his assignments, he'd let himself into the newspaper building and see what his boss had left him. He'd develop film, select the best photos and then print and engrave them for the following day's edition. He'd write up his own copy, print and engrave any ad work that had been left in his bin, edit some of the copy from the less detail oriented reporters, transmit a few wire photos, clean up the photo/engraving lab and occasionally print off some of his own personal work which would often be published in a full page feature spread once a month.

The management loved him and loved his work and made it clear that he had a career with them should he want one. He'd normally log a forty hour week at the paper; during the summer he'd often log almost twice as much as vacations strained the already small staff. Regular pay was two and a half times the current minimum wage; everything between forty and fifty hours was at time and a half and over fifty hours was double. It was not a union job but management paid along union standards to keep the union out.


He loved the job; for Jim it was not remotely work compared to the arduous physical labor he had done growing up on a working farm or the crappy sales clerk jobs he had taken during his first semester in college. Additionally, while some might have found the lab work boring, that is, waiting for a process to be completed, for him it was almost like a forced study hall and he would generally get in several hours of good study time.

Jim's parents had instilled in him a strong work ethic; his step father had been almost obsessively organized. It had been a real pain in the ass for Jim when he had been a teen, but now it paid real dividends. Most students at this University despised early morning classes; as a result, most of those classes had much more favorable professor/student ratios---even more so since a lot of people cut early classes under the University's liberal class cutting policy.

Jim rose early, performed his chores for Hattie and was in class by 8:00 AM. With an eighteen semester hour load, he was done by eleven or twelve. He'd grab a sandwich and head to the massive library to do any required research. He'd be back home by 2:00 PM and catch a couple of hours of sleep before calling in for his assignments. From 4:00 PM to midnight, he was on the clock for the newspaper. He'd often catch a beer at a local road house on the way home, generally in the vain hope of finding some female companionship but that never really panned out. 

He'd be in bed, alone, by 1:00 AM and up at the crack of dawn a little before six. The newspaper did not publish on the weekends so his weekends were his own. He'd catch up on the few hours of sleep he'd missed during the week on Saturday and Sunday. He almost never studied on weekends; he didn't need to, since he'd kept to a rigid study schedule during the week. 

There was a local food processing plan a few miles away which sold, "seconds" for an absurdly cheap price. His job at the paper provided him a substantial discount on any photo supplies he needed. His mother had made him take typing in high school so he was a reasonably accomplished touch typist. He typed all of his term papers at the office, sometimes pulling an all nighter using the paper's advanced, for the time, word processor.

So here he was at twenty, not rich, but not hurting. He was probably the only twenty year old he knew who actually was saving money. He didn't even spend the trust fund money, electing instead to roll it over into an investment account. The mileage the paper paid covered his car maintenance, gas and insurance. He ate on the cheap and paid no rent. He was a very good student, seldom even getting lower than an 'A' in his classes. He had an inquisitive mind and enjoyed the college learning process. He had made friends with a number of his professors and had even been invited to their homes. He didn't participate in any extracurricular activities and had quit the fraternity. He loved his job at the paper. He was, quite probably, an unknown at the University, far from being a big man on campus. His only real angst involved deciding on a major, a decision that was going to have to be made by the end of his sophomore year. He was quite happy with his current life. 

There was only one glaring thing missing---female companionship. He had friends; he had gotten close to most of the other people who worked at the paper and often got together with them for dinner and such. They had fun together but there were no women, attractive or otherwise, near his age at the paper. If there were any in the small college town, he hadn't met them---or even seen them.

Jim was not a virgin, but damned close. In high school, he had gotten a couple of hand jobs from Jeananne, but that was a far as she would go. Just before high school graduation, a girl named Julie, who was a cousin of a girl in his class, had given him his first blow job, but she was only visiting for a few days and it only happened once. She had encouraged him to go down on her and he found the experience absolutely exhilarating. 

Working the summer after high school, he'd had his first buck naked experience with a girl who was working as a maid at a resort. They'd been naked in the back of a car and they had fondled, touched and probed and as exciting as it has been, there had been no sex. He had had a very steamy make out session with the sister of one of his freshman dorm friends; that had been his first finger fuck. She had jerked him off. He had picked up a chubby young woman, a secretary several years his senior, at the local road house one night and ultimately fucked her between the thighs, but there had been no penetration. 

A woman much older than he was who worked for the paper had blown him one time when she had been drunk but it was a one time thing. He had gone to Nassau the previous spring break and he and a buddy had shared a twenty-five dollar Puerto Rican whore. It had been decidedly unrewarding as she'd laid there motionless with her cold waxy skin next to his, but he had cum inside her, or at least inside a condom which was inside her.

Another woman who worked at the paper, twenty-six with two kids, had invited him back to her place one night after meeting him at the road house. They'd gotten a little drunk and started dancing and had fucked standing up. She was horny but he was not what she was looking for; she needed a daddy for her kids and he was not a suitable target. The two had become good friends but after a couple of more trysts, never fucked again. 

There had been a road trip to the big city some two hours away; had he not had three other guys in the car who hadn't gotten lucky and just wanted to go home, he was sure he would have gotten laid that night. He had dated a couple of other girls over big school weekends and they had made out, even slept together, but that damned panty girdle had never come off.

Jim had met Mary at one of the mixers at a girl's school about an hour away. She was a little over five two, with dark blond hair and probably a little too much padding, but she was cute and seemed very sweet. He'd enjoyed talking to her. They had danced together; she smelled good. She had a smile that would melt steel. He could see himself falling for her. She had seemed very interested. She seemed like the ultimate, "nice" girl. Now she wasn't coming for the big weekend. Fuck.

As depression was setting in, the phone rang. It was his mom.

"Hey honey, I was down in Philadelphia this past week visiting family and friends. I'm sure you don't remember them, but Celeste and Ozzie are two of my dearest friends from college who I hadn't seen in almost ten years. They have a daughter, MJ, short for Mary Jacqueline, who goes to school an hour away from you. She's a freshman and she really doesn't know anyone---any boys at least---down there. I sense that she's not that happy at a girl's college hidden away in the mountains. I saw her picture, high school senior, and you know how those can be, but she looked very cute and Celeste was---still is---a real looker. Have you got a pen? Good. Here's her number. Celeste was going to tell her about you and tell her you'd give her a call."

Now, most young men of Jim's age would have been highly suspect of a date referral from their mother. But on more than one occasion, Jim's mom had, "set him up" with the daughter of an old friend and, bluntly, mom, who had been a real looker herself, had damned good taste in women. Historically, Jim had little to lose. Maybe MJ didn't have a date yet for the big weekend. What the hell.

"Sure mom, I'd be glad to call her. My date for next weekend cancelled out. I'll give her a call as soon as I get off the phone."

"MJ?"

"No, this is Sally, her roommate; I think she's down the hall. Just a sec."

"This is MJ."

"MJ, this is Jim, Jim Gannon. You don't know me, but I guess your mom and my mom are old college friends, I..."

"Jim! What a coincidence! I just got off the phone with mom less than an hour ago. I'm really glad you called."

Great voice, Jim thought to himself, not a giddy little girl...playful, yet very grown up. No southern accent. For the next few minutes Jim and MJ discussed school, classes they were taking, their respective campuses and such.

"MJ, I know this is kind of short notice, but I wondered if you had a date for the Spring Fest weekend up here next week."

"No, frankly I've never been to the University and don't know anyone there."

Jim proceeded to tell her about the activities planned for the weekend.

"MJ, I need to be honest with you; I thought I had a date but she had some academic issues to deal with."

"So, you're dating someone, ah, regularly?"

"No, actually this would have been our first real date. I met her at a mixer at another school a few weeks ago."

"Where would I stay?"

Now there were a number of boarding houses in town which catered to young college girls coming to visit university men. They were inexpensive and invariably had strict curfews.

"Well, I live about twenty minutes from campus in a small cottage on a farm owned by a lady who is an old family friend. I call her Aunt Hattie but she's not really related. My cottage has a separate bedroom and bathroom but if you'd be more comfortable, I'm sure Aunt Hattie---and she is a gem---would be happy to have you stay in one of the six bedrooms she must have in that rambling old farm house. Listen, I can drive down and pick you up after class on Friday..."

"Jim, I have a car, a very serviceable Bug. Thanks to the stupid rules here, I can only drive it on weekends. My last class on Friday ends at 11:00 AM. What time?"

"Well you certainly have good taste in cars. You can hit the road as soon as you're ready to leave. Let me give you directions; it shouldn't take more than an hour." Jim gave her directions.

"Okay, I'll hit the road, probably by noon or a little after. I'll give you a call as I'm leaving."

"Sounds great! 'See you then."

Jim walked the short distance to Hattie's house to brief her. Hattie had a real romantic streak—even a bawdy side---to her at times.

"Well, Jim, I'd be tickled to have her stay here, but you have plenty of room and you're going to have a lot better chance of, what's the modern term, 'getting lucky' with MJ staying at your place."

"We'll see, aunt Hattie, we'll see. I've never even met the girl and just wanted to be sure I'd covered the options in case she'd be more comfortable with a chaperone."

Jim and MJ talked to each other several times over the next few days and even exchanged letters. They were getting very comfortable with each other; at the very least, they'd get along and have a good time. Jim's work schedule at the paper was from Sunday night through Thursday night which gave him Friday and Saturday night free. Many professors simply cancelled Friday class before a big weekend because so many students cut anyway. Jim had ample time Friday morning to thoroughly clean his home.

MJ called a little after noon to say she was hitting the road. A friend stopped by to chat before she arrived, a man many years older than Jim who was a good friend but often hard to, get rid of. Jim explained that he had a date coming for the weekend and the uninvited guess departed just before MJ called from a gas station a few miles away to ensure that she was still on track. Just before 1:30 PM, the little red VW ground to a halt in the gravel turn around in front of Jim's place.

As Jim walked out to greet MJ and help her with her bags, he was completely unprepared for the vision before him and that was just from the back and the side as she leaned into the back seat to retrieve her things. White jeans...he loved white jeans...and they encased a tight little rear end to die for. Long legs...MJ had to be five seven or five eight. She had long dark hair hanging past her shoulders in sharp contrast to the white, button down Gant shirt. Sun glasses perched on her head...sandals...and then she turned around and it was all over.

It was in that strange few seconds that a boy and girl first check each other out that both knew this might just turn out to be a special weekend. Jim was a hair under six feet, blond, blue eyed and by all estimations, a cute guy, although he didn't consider himself anything special. While it may sound terribly superficial, men and women check each other out on first meeting; it's that almost biological need to ascertain if the member of the opposite sex in question would make a good mate, whether there just might be a good gene pool in play. It would be an understatement to say that both Jim and MJ were very happy with what they saw on first meeting.

Oh, yea, this will work, MJ thought to herself. I already was prepared to like him from our chats on the phone, and his letter was so sweet but he is really, really cute. Thank you mother, you didn't let me down. Those eyes are the definition of bedroom eyes. Nice tight little tush, good shoulders, strong arms and, oh fuck, what a great smile! Shake hands or hug? Hug by all means.


Too Young for True Love



From Jim's perspective the assessment was certainly less clinical. Wow. Oh my God, she's fucking drop dead gorgeous. Yea, she had breasts, he knew that was important, not an ounce of padding but still curves in all of the right places. Shiny hair, great features...oh my God, those eyes, so blue, so amazing. And then the smile hit him like a ton of bricks and he lost all sense of the here and now. As he was prepared to shake her hand, they were hugging and it was the most natural thing he had ever done in his life.

"So how scary is it to meet a blind date who you're stuck with for an entire weekend?" MJ said, playfully.

"Well, I must admit I had some concerns but I thought we clicked pretty well over the phone---and I loved your letter---so I had every expectation that we would have fun together. And as I'm standing he like an idiot trying to be diplomatic, I admit that I had no idea or expectation that you'd, well, ah...Oh, I'm certainly not the first guy you've had this effect on. MJ, you are a stunning attractive, make that gorgeous, young lady. I'm breathless."

"You don't look so bad yourself, Jimbo. I had every expectation that you'd be nice and we'd have fun but you're a really cute guy and I am very partial to blonds. And, I don't have to worry about wearing my very high heels, do I? Give yourself some credit. I'm sure you've made more than one little girl swoon in your lifetime."

"Well, now that we've both decided that we're both cute enough to be seen in public together, have you eaten lunch?" 

They both laughed; MJ probably harder than Jim. She had found his comment wonderfully endearing. There was no stress, just an uncanny level of relaxed comfort between them.

"No, and I'm starving. I feel good about the way this is beginning, so why don't you help me get set up in your spare bedroom. I brought entirely too many clothes. I've never been to one of these gala weekends so I wasn't sure what I would need."

"There's a large empty closet so feel free to spread out. I had no idea what you liked to eat so..."

"Other than Brussels sprouts and liver, I'm game for anything."

"I've got some fresh fish, trout, that I was thinking of pan searing and salad."

"I love fresh fish. Wow, cute and domesticated. How lucky can a girl get?"

"I'll leave you to get settled in and don my apron."

A few minutes later MJ came out of the bedroom wearing a cotton tee and shorts...very short shorts. Jim was again taken aback. MJ didn't miss a thing.

"Hey, I'm just trying to make a good impression, and I always figured, if you've got it, flaunt it. How am I doing?"

"I need to work on expanding my vocabulary, but another 'wow' is about all I can think of."

"What a girl got to do to get a drink around here?"

"What's your pleasure?"

"Beer would be great. Please don't offer me a light beer and spoil the entire weekend. Let's see what you've got in the fridge...outstanding! The man has Guinness! Okay, I'm staying forever."

At that moment, even though he knew she was kidding, he would have let her stay forever.

The two were soon seated at the small table on the deck to enjoy the unusually warm spring weather. MJ didn't pick at her food, she ate it with gusto, commenting often on the excellent lunch Jim had prepared. To Jim, watching MJ eat the food he had so carefully prepared was an almost erotic experience. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"Alright, that's it! I'm hauling your cute little ass down to the courthouse and marrying you today before some other far less deserving girl gets her claws into you. You're cute, you're obviously a good housekeeper who remembers to leave the toilet seat down, you've got good beer and you know how to cook. What else is there?" She said, with that delightfully playful twinkle in her eyes.

Had she not obviously been joking, he would still have said, "I do", without hesitation.

They cleared the lunch plates together, working amazingly seamlessly in the small kitchen for two people who had just met. To his surprise, just as they were finishing up and drying their hands, she kissed him. It was like no kiss he had ever experienced, soft, warm,wet, friendly and more.

"Oh, and he knows how to kiss a girl. You're a keeper for sure."

They moved to the couch; MJ checked out his music collection, again expressing her approval. They talked for well over an hour, about each other, about nothing...about everything and it was if they had always known each other. And then, somehow, as naturally as it could be, they were in each others arms. They kissed, probed and explored for another hour and at that point where both knew that if they continued they would soon go farther than either were yet ready to go, they stopped. Both wanted each other desperately; neither wanted to push it. For Jim the make out session had been beyond anything he could have imagined. For MJ, she knew she wanted to give up her wet little pussy but was pleased that he too wanted to take things one step at a time.

"So, boss man, what's on the agenda for the evening?"

"Well, at 8:00 PM there's a concert." He named the nationally respected group who would be performing. "There will be parties at most of the fraternities, most are open and while I'm no longer in a fraternity, I have friends at several that are private---and hence better. They'll have live bands for dancing. It always coat and tie and many decide to go relatively formal and wear dinner jackets and nice dresses, not prom stuff, just what you'd wear to go to a nice supper club somewhere."

"I love that group and I love to dance. Let's talk about dinner. If we're going out, I insist on buying, although I'd be happy to stay here and cook something...I'm a pretty fair cook myself."

"Well, we do have reservations at what is, in my opinion the best, albeit a very small, restaurant in town. Early dinner, at six, concert at eight, parties from ten to whenever."

"And then what?" MJ asked, almost coyly.

"We'll just have to figure out when we get to that point."

"We'll think of something." MJ replied with her best come hither look. "Are you going formal?"

"I can, my tux is clean."

"Let's do it. I've got a pink number, I call it my, 'go-go' dress because it's sinfully short but terribly elegant. When do we need to leave?"

"A little less than an hour?" Jim replied.

"That'll work. Fortunately I'm pretty low maintenance and I washed my hair this morning. Let's get cracking. I'll meet you back here in, ah, forty-five minutes."

"Wow" was about all MJ could muster when she saw Jim decked out in evening wear. The boy was born to wear a tux; it was a really nice one, not one of those high school prom rentals. It had a long shawl collar with a vest instead of a cummerbund.

MJ for her part was stunning in the pink silk evening dress cut several inches above the knees. She had applied lipstick, a hint of blush and little else. She'd put her hair up and selected dangerously high heels that only further accentuated her amazing legs. A diamond pendant with earrings and a small bracelet to match completed the effect. She was royalty, she was a princess and for tonight, she was his princess.

Both laughed as the climbed into his VW for the short drive to the restaurant. The elegant attire was such an interesting and humorous contrast to their chariot of choice.

"So tell me the truth. Have you ever modeled?" Jim asked as they drove to their dinner.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I have no interest in doing it as a career, but most of the nice clothes I have came as a result of modeling. My folks aren't destitute; dad retired from the government and has an appliance business. Mom still teaches school. They're decidedly middle class. I got a scholarship---it's why I'm going to school where I am. I do modeling for a big department store in Philly during the summer. I'm a good student and plan to go on for a Masters, psychology or an MSW, work for a few years and then do what every woman in her right mind wants to do, find that perfect man, settle down and have babies with him."

MJ paused, and then continued, more thoughtfully. "Jim, I never want to be one of those women that has to have a man to take care of her; I need to prove to myself that I can make a living and be a success in a career. In that sense, I'm very liberated. But when that day comes, I don't know, probably sometime after my twenty-sixth birthday, I want to have a disgustingly big wedding with all the trimmings, get pregnant, retire and raise my---our---children. Am I scaring you yet?"

"You could never scare me. It sounds like a good plan. I want to have children and I sure as hell don't want to have them raised by a nanny."

"Jim, I do scare a lot of guys. I'm a little too sure of and full of myself. I make no bones about wanting to be married---but God knows, not now, hell I'm nineteen! I don't go for all this southern belle stuff in these parts. I'm smart, I'm ambitious and I know what I want out of life. My looks scare the hell out of most guys, it's as if they're intimidated, or worse they want to treat me like some sort of trophy. When the time comes, I want a man who will love me like no one else in the world, respect me for my brains and be my equal partner in life, till death do us part. I don't have some ideal in my head, I don't know what he'll look like nor do I care what he does for a living. I'm just sure I'll know it's right when it happens."

"I guess I'm pretty much in the same boat. I want to do something with my life, at least be on the road to success, whatever the hell success is, before I settle down. I'm a true romantic at heart, like the song, 'one girl, one special girl'. I'll know when I meet her."

"And what happens if you meet her too soon, before you're ready?"

"Hope that she'll wait, I guess. I have to believe that if she's the one, she'll feel the same way about me and waiting will make sense."

This was pretty serious stuff for a young man and woman of twenty and nineteen, respectively. Neither could deny in their hearts that the person sitting next to them might indeed be the one but neither wanted to dwell on it. Soon, they were engaged again in the delightfully irreverent banter that so endeared them to each other.

Dinner was fabulous, the concert was amazing and Jim and MJ were the center of attention as they danced together later in the night. He had hated those damned dancing lesson his mother had made him take but they were finally paying off. Never doubt your mother's wisdom, he thought to himself. They were to all who saw them a story book couple. 

And guess who they ran into at one of the parties? Mary had evidently finished her studies sooner than anticipated; she was there with some guy that Jim didn't know who was a bit taller than Jim was and was also well on the way to a drunken stupor.

"Don't look now, MJ, but that's the girl who cancelled on me because she had to study."

"Well, she certainly didn't do as well as I did in the date department; let's go over and say hi!"

Jim was not one to create confrontation but as he looked at Mary and looked at MJ, he was very glad that his original date had stiffed him. MJ was charming but also deliciously catty as she was introduced to Mary and thanked her for cancelling with Jim. Mary was not very comfortable at being caught in her lie. Mary checked out Jim in his tux, checked out MJ as women do, then turned toward her drunken date and realized that she might not have played things very well. A few days later Mary would call Jim to apologize for being a lying jerk but the damage was done and he never saw or talked to Mary again.

As they returned to Jim's cottage, neither could keep their hands of the other. Somehow, as might be expected, they ended up in bed together, partially clothed and, as luck would have it, fell asleep in each others arms...but never had sex. MJ wanted him desperately and certainly would have allowed him inside her body. Jim had never wanted a girl the way he wanted MJ but in his own romantic consciousness sensed that fucking this young woman who he was falling hopelessly in love with would spoil things. For the younger readers, recognize that it was a different time. Nice girls didn't, at least on the first date. And nice guys who were in love with a girl just didn't push the issue.

The rest of the weekend was fabulous for both of them. Late Sunday afternoon as they listened over and over again to a favorite song about a depressing Monday following a glorious weekend, there were tears in their eyes.

Over the ensuing weeks they talked on the phone and exchanged letters numerous times. They spent a second and then a third weekend together just before the end of the school year. While their carnal activities became decidedly more adventurous---they did end up naked together in bed---they didn't actually, "do it", although they both found ways to please each other short of actual intercourse.

And then the summer came and MJ moved back home and took her summer job. Jim's work schedule did not even allow for a weekend away. Flying was just too expensive, it was a ten hour drive, and he was working a lot of double overtime on the weekends as the paper began to publish a Saturday edition. They began to drift apart, physically, but their hearts were still inexorably tied.

MJ started dating. Jim met a girl a several years his senior who was attending grad school, which was not quite as all male as the undergrad college was. Charlene, shortened to Charley, and she loved to fuck and Jim was nailing the little blond damned near every night. Then there was Susan, a young 'townie'. She was another tall leggy brunette with a sweet, wholesome face and a deviant mind. She was a consummate cock sucker who refused to take birth control pills for fear of gaining weight. She willing gave up her tighter hole almost nightly, introducing Jim to the pleasures of the backdoor. Her best friend, Linda seduced Jim one night while her boy friend was out of town. Susan got pissed and broke it off and Jim went back to Charlene until the end of the summer when she moved away.

When school started again, Jim and MJ had one more weekend date together; it was a disaster. Both drank too much and got pissy with each other. MJ had planned to fuck Jim, but got throw up sick from drinking too much and Jim was too drunk to get it up anyway. As Sunday came around, they talked. MJ was transferring to a university closer to home; she really hated her current school. They both ended up confessing that they had dated others and admitted to more than just dating. Just before MJ got in her car to leave, she dragged Jim into the guest room bathroom and wrote a note on the mirror in lipstick.

"We'll both be out of school by then and doing something for a living. It's six years away, six years and seven days after your birthday, six years and six days after mine. We had something Jim, you know we did! But we got scared; we knew we were too damned young to get serious and we were well on the road to very serious. We'll exchange birthday cards and Christmas cards each year and maybe one of us will call the other each year on that anniversary, but other than that, we just get on with our respective lives. On August 22, 19__, we meet again. If this really was something more than passion, or the foibles of youth, we'll damned well know. If you can't wait for me, I need to know and I'll do the same."

They sealed their pact with a final loving embrace and tender kiss and parted.

MJ graduated early, got her Masters in record time and started working as a counselor in a youth prison. Jim finished his bachelors early, started his masters and did a stretch in the military which included a combat tour. Thanks to the combat tour and the draw down in the war, he got an early out eighteen months earlier than expected. He finished his masters in night school while waiting stateside for his military obligation to end. He dated and fucked. He almost ended up getting engaged to a woman who reminded him, physically, at least, of MJ, but who could not hold a candle to her. Not a day went by when he didn't think about her, yearn for her and wonder if there ever would be a future with her.

MJ had a long running affair with a man who traveled a great deal, breaking it off only after she discovered that he had gotten married to someone else while he was still sleeping with her. MJ and Jim exchanged Christmas and birthday cards, but only spoke twice by phone during that six years. Both conversations were short, even strained. Neither, however, could ever get the other out of their mind. Everyone they dated always suffered from the inevitable comparison. 

MJ actually accepted a proposal from a good man whom she respected and hoped she would grow to love. But he wasn't Jim and the fateful date was only a few months away. She so desperately wanted to call Jim; if the meeting was going to occur, they had to make plans, didn't they? She returned the ring and told the sweet man who had asked her to marry him exactly why. He took it better than he should have. Would Jim call her? They'd left things pretty shaky six years earlier. He was always honest, unlike some of the scumbags she had dated. He would have told her if he had really found someone else...wouldn't he?

Jim took a job with a corporation and quickly received a couple of nice promotions. He wasn't sure this was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life but he had a good job with a healthy paycheck and a future if he wanted it. He had published a couple of books of his essays and photos and they had been well received. His most recent promotion involved a move; he'd been offered some choice in the matter. He chose Philadelphia.

So it was, almost on a lark, or in desperation, that Jim strolled into that appliance store and asked to see the owner late one Friday afternoon. He was an old friend of the owner's daughter, he said. The two men had never met before. The receptionist went to the back of the store.

"Jim, I don't remember you, but, any friend of MJs..."

"We never met sir; I think we might have talked briefly once or twice on the phone. I know I'm probably imposing, but I'd really appreciate a little of your time..."

"You're that Jim...of course! I wasn't thinking. You're mother changed her name after she remarried so I, we, knew her by her maiden name and her remarried name. You look a lot like your mom. I'm sorry, I never knew your real father. I always thought things were pretty tight between you and my daughter back when you were both in college, and then, poof, it was over."

"There's a story that goes with that sir, a saga, really, and if you'd give this love sick puppy a few minutes of your time, I'd like...I need to share that story."

"Come on back, son."

And Jim proceeded to tell him the whole story with every nuance. MJ's dad brought Jim up to date on her life; Jim did the same on his own. Finally, it got down to the end or the new beginning that would occur in seven days. The old man was misty eyed by that time.

"How can I help you son?"

"Sir, I still love her; I miss her so much some days it just hurts. She was right. We were moving way to fast and were too damned young. Life got in the way of love. I don't want to complicate her life; we haven't even talked on the phone in years....but..."

"Oh, hell, Jim, she still loves you, if I have any sense. A pretty nice guy put a ring on her finger a few months ago; twenty-four hours later she gave it back to him. My daughter and I are pretty close. I see the look in her eyes every time she inadvertently talks about something that happened when she was in school down there or remembers something she said to you or vice versa. So what exactly is the plan you two had when the magic date finally arrived?"




Too Young for True Love



"Well, that's part of the problem; we never really had a plan. One of us was going to call the other, I guess, on the twenty-second."

"Well, son, the hell with formalities. Have you got plans for dinner?"

"No sir."

"Hold on a sec. Let me make a call. Hon, is MJ still coming over for dinner tonight for her birthday? Good. Put another plate on the table. Don't ask, and don't tell her, you know how much I've always loved surprising my only daughter."

"Any problem with me sticking my nose into this little affair of the heart?"

"Not in the least, sir. Thank you."

"Thank you Jim! I've never once been able to surprise my daughter on her birthday, but I have a feeling this is one she'll never guess."

Jim followed MJ's dad home a short while later. They lived in an older, historic section of one of the nicer suburbs. In the hour before MJ was scheduled to arrive, Jim retold the story to her mom. There wasn't a dry eye in the house. They all heard the doorbell ring. Jim stayed out of sight in the living room.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart, you look fantastic as always."

"Okay, MJ." Jim heard her dad say. "We're going to change the rules and I'm going to give you your birthday gift before dinner. Guess what it is."

MJ guessed correctly, as she always did, at least as far as the gift her father had previously purchased for her.

"Yep, you're getting one of those, but that's really just the sideline gift. There's another gift, I hope a much better one. Want to take a shot?"

"Dad, I don't have a clue; you've already spent too much on me."

"All right, daughter, work with me here. Close your eyes and no peeking, honey do you want to grab that package in the living room?"

As Jim came into the entrance foyer, there she was, MJ...his MJ...more beautiful, more stunning than he even remembered. He softly slipped his arms around her and kissed her...and she knew instantly... Jim had waited for her...he had come back for her...he had loved her...still loved her...every bit as she had always loved him. She refused to let go of him, that night or ever again.

"Let's give these kids a little privacy, honey, they've got a little catching up to do."

"Oh, my God, it's you! It's really you. You remembered! You waited for me! Oh, my God, I've missed you so much. I never went a day without thinking about you. Wow! What a birthday present!"

"Same for me, remember, just a day earlier? I know I'm a few days early, but thanks to your dad, well, here I am." Jim told her, quickly relating his trip to the appliance store.

"Shut up and kiss me some more. Don't ever stop. I love you dammit! I've always loved you." She cried softly on his shoulder.

"As I have loved you, dear heart, every day for the last six years. But now, it's as if we were never apart. Oh, baby, I love you so damned much." Jim said, as tears overcame him.

Jim and MJ moved to the sofa in the living room and briefly caught up on life. Neither could stand a second away from the other and their hand gripped each other tightly.

"Oh my God! You live here? In Philadelphia? You're not just visiting? Oh, Jim, oh baby, tell me I wasn't wrong, there was a future for us; tell me this is the way it was meant to be."

"You're not scheming for a proposal by any chance, are you?" He quipped.

"Do you still cook and keep Guinness in the fridge?"

He nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"And you still want to have babies...with me?"

He kissed her softly. "With no one else."

"Now I suppose you're going to tell me you've got a ring in your pocket."

He produced the ring. "I bought it a very long time ago; I have no idea why I remembered your ring size...or how I remembered it. But I bought it for you and only you. And if you'll just let me slip this on your finger---I didn't really ask you dad's permission but I think he's okay with the idea---MJ, will you marry me? I'm hopelessly and madly in love with you. Not being with you hurt more than anyone could ever believe. It couldn't happen back then but in our hearts we knew it could some day. And this is the day. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Raise a family with you...'till death do us part', as they say."

"That'll work! Let's see, my answer would be yes, yes and then yes! You've have made this little girl the happiest person in the world. Oh, when you didn't call, I was so afraid that you...hadn't waited for me...wouldn't come back to me. We left things pretty undefined six years ago. I wasn't even sure how to get in touch with you, and so I thought..."

"Well I still didn't have a plan until I staggered into your dad's store this afternoon and told him the---our---story. Then he came up with his own plan; your dad is a pretty neat guy and an unrepentant romantic. Your mom's pretty cool, too."

"Well as much as I want to jump your bones right here in my parent's living room, we better go share the news---and dinner. As I recall, we never really did, you know..."

"Yes, I know."

"Well, my parents are still, as I've figured out, pretty, 'active', if you know what I mean, so I'm pretty sure we can skip dessert and they'll understand."

"Uh, huh."

"Let's eat quickly."

Jim and MJ did stay for dessert, coffee and the opening of her presents, none of which could compare to the one she had received before dinner. And as much as both wanted to be naked and in each others arms, well, they had waited so long that a little while longer sharing their joy with these two people who were so important to both of them seemed like a small sacrifice to make. They probably would have stayed longer had her parents both not whisked them out the door.

"Your place or mine, big fella?"

"Which is closer?"

"Certainly mine. I bought a house a couple of blocks from here. We can walk; it's a beautiful night. Where are you living, anyway?"

"Actually, no where. I'm in one of those temporary Marriott sort of things until I can find a house."

"How did you end up getting transferred here?"

"I didn't, 'happen to', I asked for it."

"Oh, I see. I bet you thought you might get lucky with that old college girl friend that threw up on you last time you saw her, eh?"

"I was certainly hoping so. By the way, on a more serious note, we both drank too much back then---particularly that night. I'm certainly not a teetotaler, but I adhere to a strict two drink limit. Hell booze damned near fucked up the best thing either of us ever had...plus, I never did get in your pants...I was too drunk...and you smelled like..."

"Puke? Yea, same here, alcohol wise, I drink better stuff, just a hell of a lot less of it. Here we are."

MJ and Jim walked hand in hand into her house. They embraced and kissed for a very long time in the front hall. 

"I could give you the tour, but there's really only one room you need to see at the moment. We never really, 'did it' Jim, did we? We came damned close that one weekend. I feel like I'm nineteen again, about to, 'do it' for the very first time...make love with the man I love...the man of my dreams. Take me to bed, you brute and have your way with me."

Jim and MJ lost their clothes quickly as she led him to her bedroom.

"This will sound silly. I know neither of has been celibate for the last six years but I bought this bed a week ago and you'll be the first to enjoy my womanly treasures in it. If you did come back, it just wouldn't have seemed right..."

"God, you are so beautiful, you're more beautiful than I even remembered." Jim said as he began to explore her long lean body with his mouth and his hands.

MJ trembled with anticipation as Jim touched her in her private places; she reached for his rock hard cock, knowing that it would soon be where it had always belonged. But first, she thought, as she knelt on her strong young haunches, I need it in my mouth. With no preliminaries, she engulfed his fat cock in her wet, hot willing orifice and began to work her talented mouth toward the special reward she knew would soon come. MJ was a practical young woman; suck off your man first and he'll last a hell of a lot longer in your pussy. Jim could not avoid a quick and preordained conclusion and came quickly, shooting a massive load of cream in his lover's mouth. Oh, that's really nice, I knew he would taste good, this cock is going to need to be sucked on a very regular basis.

Jim quickly returned the oral favor, bringing MJ to a screaming, moaning orgasm in a very short period of time. I can't believe I waited this long for that, she mused, still, maybe he wasn't that good back then...but he's fucking exceptional now! Oh, yea, this is going to work just fine.

More than lust, the urgent need built over six years of anticipation overcame both of them. She had to have him inside her, jammed deep in her little cunt. Jim, for his part, was overcome with the need to penetrate the woman of his dreams, the only women he had ever truly loved or ever would love. Reading each others signs, MJ pulled her taunt young thighs up against her breasts, commanding him with her eyes to make her his. And so he did, sliding his fine young organ to the depths of her tight little quim, wishing he could leave it there forever.

They stayed motionless for several minutes, eyes wide open, grinning like little kids. And then it was time to fuck. It was a glorious fuck for both of them. It was tender, loving and at the same time lusty in recognition of so many years of anticipation. His cock fits inside me as if it was made to be there and only there, MJ thought to herself. Jim was an exceptional lover taking her so close so many times, teasing her and then bringing her back down and then back to the brink, over and over. 

For Jim, it wasn't as if he was trying to be skillful, but he had literally dreamed about this moment for so long and simply never wanted it to end. He had imagined what it would be like the first time and to his amazement, it what far more astounding than any fantasy. After longer than either could have expected, they both felt the signs and their pace quickened and they came almost in unison, screaming each others names and collapsing together, consumed by their passion and their collective tears of sheer joy.

As they recovered, MJ spoke first. "You used to have a favorite word..."

"Wow!"

"Yea, that was the one. Okay, I'm keeping the damned ring. I was sure you were almost the perfect man, now you've achieved perfection. We're you this damned good six years ago?"

"Hardly! I was, virtually a virgin. Is this the right time for sexual history?"

"What the hell, why not?"

And so Jim told her everything.

"Wow."

"Wow?"

MJ started at the most recent and went back in time. "When I met you I had had sex with one man, or boy, one damned time in the back seat of a car and it was just awful and I was sure I would burn in hell after it. I mean, I was horny, I liked the whole playing around part, touching, kissing, fondling, but the whole penis in the vagina thing scared the shit out of me. If you had tried, I know I would have let you; one part of me desperately wanted you to fuck me, the other was scared to death that you would. I probably would have screamed and gone rigid."

"And, considering the fact that I was so completely smitten by you and you would have been the first love of my life at least as far as sex was concerned, I would probably have cum instantly."

"So, waiting is not such a bad thing?"

"Apparently not, if our most recent activity is any indication."

"So some day we'll drink a toast to the sexual partners, good and bad, that got us to this point in our lives?"

"I suppose we should."

"I know how men can be; are you absolutely sure you can make it until your grave with only one little pussy, admittedly a damned fine little pussy, to service?"

"As long as it's your exquisite little pussy, I'm damned sure of it."

"Right answer, Jimbo, and if I'm not mistaken, you're ready again...does it always get hard again that fast?"

"Only when I'm with the love of my life."

"Right answer again! You are one smooth operator." MJ said, rolling up on her knees and shaking her fine young butt inches from his face. "It's time to service your bitch, alpha dog. Do me, baby. Own me, make me your woman, leave your scent inside me so that all the other dogs will know that this bitch is already spoken for."

Jim lavished attention on her plump cunt lips with his mouth and tongue from behind, reveling in the heady musk of her girl hole. The quick swipe of her brown eye surprised but did not alarm MJ. With this man that I love, even that's not off limits. Hell, I'm sensitive back there...does he want to fuck my ass? Shit, it's his if he wants it and he's certainly more than welcome to service it with that talented tongue. 

They'd waited far too long. She had not the slightest fear that Jim would think she was too slutty and wonder if he had made the right decision. She was going to be Mrs. Jim Gannon, and her mother had long ago told her that there was no such thing as too slutty---or too nasty---as far as husbands and wives were concerned. The hotter the better; it kept things interesting. At this very moment, MJ wanted nothing more than she wanted to be Jim's absolutely irresistible little fuck toy, the woman he could not keep his hands off of or his dick out of. To her absolute delight, Jim quickly showed that he was every bit as randy by nature as she was.

He fucked her long and hard, slapping her fine butt with his hands and telling her what a fine nasty, dirty little fuck she was. She was in heaven.

"You like that tight little cunt, stud? Show me you deserve it. Fuck me like you mean it. That's right baby, fuck me hard. Show this little bitch who is in charge. Make me take that fat cock, make me your woman and no other man's. That's okay, that's good, go ahead, your finger in there...nasty...be nasty baby...oh yea, fuck my tight little shitter with your finger. Oh, fuck oh, shit...oh, oh, yessssss!"

Again they came almost simultaneously, collapsing together in a sweaty embrace, Jim's cock still imbedded in her slippery slot.

Let's see, Jim thought to himself, the most gorgeous woman I've ever met, I love her as I could never love anyone else, I'd rather spend time with her than anyone and well, she's one delightfully nasty little piece of ass! Certainly the best sex I've ever had or imagined having.

MJ had her own thoughts. Oh, baby, you are so damned perfect. You like me and you love me but you're not afraid to be a man and assert your masculinity. You always treated me like a special friend, you always respected what I had to say but, damn, this is what I want, a man to be a man in the bedroom. That was the hottest fuck I've ever had in my life...God I love your cock!

"Wow!" MJ said.

"You're stealing my lines again." Jim replied.

"So I get to keep the ring?"

"Forever."

"Oh you really are one of those sweet talkers, aren't you?"

"You bet. Hey! I've got another birthday gift out in my car for you. Find us something to drink while I run out and get it."

"Are you sure your not one of those fuck and run kind of guys? I don't know if I want to let you out of my sight."

"Trust me. You'll get a kick out of this." Jim said as he slipped on his shirt, trousers and shoes. He jogged the two blocks to his car, then drove back to MJ's house.

A few minutes later he returned with a wrapped package. "Care to guess? Well open it, I think you might just be surprised."

When she realized what it was, her tears of pure joy could not be stopped. Jim had removed the mirror from the guest bathroom in that little cottage and had it framed and covered in glass so that there was no chance the lipstick would smudge.

"Hattie wouldn't even let me pay her for it."

And there it was. "August 22, 19__. Wait for me. I love you."

"Oh, my...wow." MJ said, as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. "What a hopeless romantic you are---thank God you are! You were there, you were with me all these years, weren't you? You never really left me. How did I get to be such a lucky little girl to have met you, to have fallen in love with you?"

"You don't get the corner on luck. Obviously you are the most beautiful woman in the world, as far as I'm concerned. You had me on that count when you got out of that damned VW. Little did I know you were going to be bright, charming, fun and everything I could ever have asked for in a friend, let alone someone I fell hopelessly in love with. And then tonight, I discover that you are one hot little minx between the sheets. It doesn't matter if you can cook---I can. But I guess I need to know if you've changed your mind about..."

"Being a mommy? Not on your life. I want babies, Jim, our babies...want to practice some more? Oh, and by the way, I'm not a bad cook at all."

"You are insatiable, but, well yes! But we need to talk about weddings, our wedding in particular. I seem to recall that you wanted a big wedding with all the trimmings. I don't have much experience in that area, but how quickly can one put something like that together?"

"Certainly by Christmas."

"Christmas! I have to wait until Christmas to knock you up? Why that's four months away!"

"Well, but we could always use the practice and, I guess we could cheat a little---but not more than a month---it would raise eyebrows. Where are we going to live, you who are so anxious to get me pregnant?"

"I don't know, your house is very nice, albeit a little small and I was thinking we should buy a house together, our own house...our first house."

"That can get expensive around here, as small as my house is, I couldn't have afforded it on my salary without some down payment help from my folks and then on one paycheck..."

"I have some money, money I saved from my college education fund, well actually I have the principle from that fund but I'd like to keep it intact, maybe turn it into a college fund for our children. I'm making a pretty decent living and I'm getting some royalties off my books. I also saved a little when I was overseas in the military."

"Your books?"

"Only two, not, New York Times Best Sellers, but respectable sales and an invitation for two more. I didn't take anything up front, so the book of essays and the photo book bring in a couple of grand a month---not forever, but if my next two do as well..."

"A couple of grand a month is a pretty healthy mortgage payment." MJ responded. "I hate to ask, but are we, will your job require moving? I mean, I love you and I'll move to the ends of the earth with you, but I love it here, I grew up here and ..."

"The corporate HQ is here so I could probably avoid another move with a little luck and if not, I'll find something else. This is only three hours from my parents---quicker once the interstate goes through. The winters are no worse here than where I grew up, so, yea, this'll work."

"You'd quit your job for me?"

"I'd give my life for you, so what's a job?"

"Wow. When it come from your lips it's just not bullshit...it's real, isn't it?"

"It doesn't get much more real."

"Forgive me dearest love. There are just moments that I can only believe that I'm dreaming, that this is too damned amazing to be true."

"Do you want me to pinch you?"

"Only if I get to select the place you pinch me."

And of course that led to more than pinching.

The next morning Jim and MJ rose early and she gave him a tour of the historic little village that had been such an important part of her life. Jim fell in love with it. That afternoon, they drove around looking at for sale signs. They found several possibilities and late in the afternoon they found their dream house, a rambling old Victorian with a larger than average lot. They contacted the real estate agent and she came over to give them the tour. Structurally it was sound but it would certainly need some work in terms of modernization. The asking price stunned MJ; she was sure it was way out of their league. The agent indicated that she was sure the owners would deal, in view of the work required and the fact that it was an estate sale and the owners wanted the cash. Still, even assuming shrewd negotiation, it was a hell of a lot of money.




Too Young for True Love



Jim was hopeful that they could swing it but knew it would be tight. That afternoon he returned to his temporary housing to change clothes. As he was checking his messages, he had one from his publisher. He called him back immediately, since it was odd that he would call.

"Jim! Did you by chance read last Sunday's New York Times?"

"Phil, you know I don't read that rag, why?"

"Well, wonder of wonders, the senior book reviewer wrote an article about both of your books, the photos and the short stories. He fucking loved them both, he was positively gushing! Sales have doubled in less than a week, and at this rate you may just make that coveted best seller list before Christmas."

"Wow."

"More than wow, my firm wants sequels to both books---quickly! I know you aren't crazy about advances, but in this case, you've got to take it seriously. They want to offer you an immediate cash advance."

"Phil, the material for sequels is already done, you know that, you've seen it, although I never, 'gave' it to you for publication."

"Yea, well, without your permission, I ah, showed it to the committee. They want to get them into print in time for Christmas, I just need your okay and your John Hancock."

"Okay, well I suppose I could take the shuttle or the train up to New York..."

"Not on your life! Tell me where the hell you are and I'll send the paperwork to you via one of my assistants. Wait a minute! We have a law firm we work with in Philadelphia and you can sign everything there, Monday morning."

Jim and Phil worked out the details of the meeting scheduled for 9:00 AM Monday morning.

"My assistant will have your advance check in her hot little hands. Don't you even want to know how much it is?"

"I guess, Phil, go ahead, spoil the surprise."

The amount Phil named almost made Jim drop the phone. Even after taxes, he and MJ just might be able to pay cash for their dream home and then use what he had saved to make the improvements. Jim immediately called the real estate agent and told her to put a first offer together. On his way back to MJ's, he stopped at the real estate office and approved the initial offer.

Just as Jim and MJ were about to get naked again and resume their exploration, the phone rang; Jim had given the agent MJ's number.

"Don't answer it."

"I have to, it might be the real estate agent."

"What?"

Jim spoke to the agent on the phone; the owners had quickly made a counter offer and it was certainly good faith. The negotiations were getting off to a healthy beginning.

"What have you done, love of my life?" MJ asked.

"I put an offer on the house. She's going to be here in thirty minutes with their counter and then we're going to make a counter-counter."

"Jim, I love that house, but the price..."

"Do you trust me?"

"With my heart and my life."

"Thirty minutes? That's hardly time for a quicky."

"Well, get some clothes on your pretty little butt; thirty minutes is nothing compared to six years."

Throughout Sunday, well into the evening, the offer-counter offer process continued. Sunday night, the deal was done; the owners had accepted an offer. The agent once again interrupted Jim and MJ's carnal pursuits to get signatures on the sales contract.

"Who are you going to be financing through? We have some excellent relationships with several banks and mortgage brokers locally and..."

"I'm not sure we're going to take out a mortgage; I'll let you know tomorrow afternoon. You did a hell of a job and drove a damned hard bargain; you certainly earned that commission. How quickly can we close?"

"Well, that depends on your lender. The house is not occupied, so that's not an issue. Surveys, title search, appraisals and such...well really they simply have to be updated, since it was all done within the last thirty days---that deal fell through---but if your lender accepts that, a week or two, I would think."

"And if there's no lender---a cash sale?"

"The owners need the cash; if there's no lender involved, hell you could close in twenty-four hours---or less. We could close at the title company which is collocated at our office."

"Let's shoot for tomorrow afternoon, how's three o'clock sound?"

"I'll get on it." The agent said, now damned sure that if this was to be a cash sale, it would not end up falling through as too many did.

"What the hell is going on?" MJ inquired.

"We're buying a house. By this time tomorrow, we'll own it, now get your sweet little ass out of those clothes because I am bound and determined to get a little nooky."

"That was subtle, but then I agree. But before I let you ravage me, where's the money coming from?"

"You'll know everything tomorrow; don't spoil the surprise." Jim said, as he ran his strong hand through the cleft of MJ's tight little ass, allowing his finger to linger on her tightest hole.

Soon they were exploring each other in earnest with mouths, tongues and hands. MJ rocked upon her knees in her most provocative and slutty pose and Jim began lavishing her rear with his tongue.

"Take me there...in that place. I don't have much experience in that department but you seem to be fixated on my...oh, yea, that tongue...oh, fuck...it's yours lover, only yours...if you want..."

Jim was gentle and loving. Other than a little burning sensation at first and the need to get used to the fullness, it was not remotely unpleasant for her as her man slowly slipped his rock hard prick into her rear. Oh my, this is wonderfully nasty! I can't believe I have a man's cock in there...my man's cock...oh this will certainly be a handy activity during those inconvenient times of the month...maybe even more often.

Jim stroked his lover's most private place slowly, making love to her face and neck with his lips and running his strong hands along her lean young body. He had not expected this; he had, with a previous female friend, first experienced anal sex years earlier. He found it exquisitely arousing but had MJ not taken the initiative, he probably would not have pushed it with the woman in his arms, his one true love. He had been very gentle; he was more than pleased that she did not seem to find the experience unpleasant; in point of fact, she was rolling those strong young hips of hers in perfect consort with his slow, deep thrusts. 

Her nimble fingers had descended to her button as if on cue; he could tell from her breathing that she was aroused and climbing toward the point of no return. As her breath became more ragged, he increased his pace. The incredible heat and tightness of his lover's buttery rectum had the desired effect and he came inside her screaming her name as he did so. Her eyes grew wide as she felt his cream splash inside her and she came with him, thrusting her hips upward in a frenzy as if to draw him even deeper. They held each other in a tight embrace, both spent and completely satisfied.

"Wow." MJ whispered. "I was not prepared to enjoy that as much as I obviously did. I tried it once, not totally willingly, during my drinking days and hated it and made him stop. You are full of surprises, aren't you? Which part of your sexual history weren't you completely detailed about again?"

Jim told her about the only other woman who he had butt fucked, almost exclusively during their short summer relationship in college.

"And you bought that whole, 'the pill will make me fat story'? God you don't know much about women, she obviously just liked getting boned up the shitter more than, the more traditional way."

"And how about you?"

"Oh, I guess I'd have to say I still prefer a cock where it's intended to be, but that was far from bad, and you know, there are those times of the month when, well, you know. But let's make a deal. Every now and then if you have the hankering for a real piece of ass, all you really need to do is work that talented tongue of yours in the right place, but don't ever ignore my steamy little cunt---hey! I want to try that!"

And before get could protest, MJ was working her own talented tongue into Jim's butt crack---and beyond, as she also used her nimble fingers to bring his cock back to the required service level.

And then they made love again, eyes open, grinning, whispering, "I love you" over and over until both were, quite literally, completely fucked out.

Monday morning they took the train into the city and made the short walk to the attorney's office. The little bitch from the publisher's office flirted shamelessly with Jim but realized she was completely outclassed. Jim wouldn't show MJ the check; they walked a few blocks to his bank where he deposited the check, a cashier's check, and then requested another cashier's check in a precise dollar and cents amount, after ascertaining the amount via a quick call to the real estate agent. They had lunch in the city and then took the train back to the burbs for the meeting with the real estate agent.

MJ loved surprises, but she was starting to get a pretty good idea of what was going on. 

"I'm feeling pretty good about this, kind of the way I was feeling pretty good about our first weekend together when I got out of my VW. So, ante up! What's going on?"

"We're going to buy a house---today, in about fifteen minutes. Someone finally paid attention to my books. The publisher wants sequels. They insisted on a cash advance. After taxes, it's enough money to buy a house....our house."

"A down payment?"

"No, a house, all of a house, all of that house, all of our house, the one we're going to live in and raise our babies in. Any more questions?" 

And in short order, the deal was done. MJ called her mom and dad and told them the news. They decided to all meet at the new house. MJ's mom brought champagne. Jim and her dad explored every inch of the new dwelling to be to get a rough idea of what work needed to be done.

And that's pretty much the story of Jim and MJ. Renovations were completed by Thanksgiving. As a wedding gift, MJ's father ensured that the house was appointed with top of the line appliances. The wedding was held a week before Christmas; it was big and outrageous and expensive. MJ's dad didn't really care about the money; he only had one daughter.

The newly married couple took a very short honeymoon; they loved their new home so much, they didn't really want to leave it. They took a few days and went down south and spent a long weekend in a small cottage on an old farm about twenty minutes from a university.

MJ had stopped taking the pill a month or so prior to the wedding. She became pregnant the first night she and Jim made love in that little cottage, that same cottage where they had first fallen in love but had never before made love.

They had two daughters; both grew into women every bit as beautiful as their mother. MJ retired and raised her babies just as she had always planned to. Jim ultimately quit his corporate job and devoted full time to writing and photography and became reasonably well known on both counts. They raised their daughters in that same house and they still live there to this day. Both of their daughters ended up going to the University; it had finally become co-educational.

The characters in this story are very real. This is fiction and, as such, is embellished but Jim and MJ did exist and their conversations together were very much in the style in which I have portrayed them. MJ was very sure of herself and quite full of herself. She was an exceptionally beautiful young lady, a 'knock out', and she knew it.

I can clearly recall the effect she had on men both young and old in her youth; that classic, almost comical look men get when they meet a flawlessly beautiful woman. Couple that rare beauty with a very forward, confident, even challenging persona and stuttering, stumbling and abject fear quickly become evident.

Jim fell hopelessly in love with her because he saw beyond her physical appearance. In truth, when he first met her, his first thought was, "wow, she's out of my league". For whatever reason, after his first expressed surprise at how attractive she was, he was, as usual, just himself. He didn't push too hard or try to impress. His own youthful insecurity with woman ended up being his greatest asset. "I don't stand a chance with this gorgeous babe so let's just try to have fun together this weekend," he thought to himself.

He probably never would have had the nerve to ask her to dance at a mixer; he would have lost his nerve. Somehow, when she first met him and chose a hug rather than shaking hands, his fear evaporated. The over the top confidence and personal awareness of her own attributes might turn some people off. In Jim's case, it made her more endearing and it was an integral part of her charm.

From MJ's perspective, Jim was the first boy or man she had ever been with that just acted normal with her and treated her like a friend. He didn't treat her like an arm piece or a trophy on display. He listened; he respected her as a person and that made him the sexiest male she had ever met. Her biggest fear in their years apart was that he would have decided that she was, "too hard to handle" or "high maintenance" or "too full of herself" and would have fallen for someone easier to deal with.

Had she only known that it was that very style which most challenged his intellect and ultimately brought his inner strength to the surface. She excited every fiber of his being, not simply his libido. Each, almost magically, brought out in the other exactly what that other person was looking for in a mate. Isn't that what love is really all about?