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Vertigo Eyes Ch. 1

By: Salteena



“Greg, what are you doing?” The familiar voice on the other end of the telephone belonged to my next door neighbours’ daughter, Kate.

“Hi Princess! Not very much at the moment.” Which, despite my pleasure at hearing from her, was kind of depressing. I was a contract database programmer working from home and I liked to be busy. I had just finished one job and was waiting for the specification for the next one to arrive. It was due in two weeks time. “Why? What’s up?”

“Oh, I’m bored. Mom’s taken Kevin to in-line hockey and then she’s going to the hairdresser and the supermarket. She’ll be gone for hours. Do you want to come round and play Monopoly with me?”

My spirits lifted. Kate and I had been great buddies ever since I bought the house next door to her parents ten years before. In the early days I had “baby-sat” her and her brother on many, many occasions. Most often together, but sometimes Kate on her own. As a seven-going-on-eight-year-old she treated me like some kind of big live teddy bear that she could climb all over, and bounce on, and occasionally cuddle. 

Then, about eighteen months after I moved in, both her maternal grandparents, who had lived in our town, died within months of each other. From that point on Kate noticeably became more affectionate towards me. Not that I was Grandfather material mind - I was only twenty-seven at the time - but I guess I seemed pretty ancient to an eight-year-old! Then, when puberty arrived our relationship changed again, as she became “grown up” and more conscious of her body.

“Yeah, Ok. I’ll be around in a couple of minutes.” I shouldn’t really have gone. Even though I wasn’t working, I still had things to do around the house, like washing-up and ironing and vacuuming. I had lived alone ever since my divorce and things around the house tended to slide while I had a contract. But Kate was Kate and I was more than a little bit enamoured with her. So, when Kate beckoned, I usually ran.

She was waiting for me and opened the front door immediately when I arrived. I didn’t even have to knock. Kate shut the door behind me and, smiling shyly took my hand and led me into their lounge where the Monopoly board and things were already set out on the floor. “You sit there, Greg, and I’ll be over here.”

I looked across the board as we settled into our positions opposite each other. She looked delightful in a simple tight-fitting white top with a scooped neckline that just showed the very top of her swelling young breasts and a loose, pale blue cotton skirt that clung to her legs and came halfway up her slim thighs. My, you look good enough to eat! I thought to myself as she modestly arranged her skirt.

Kate was becoming a truly lovely young woman. When she was younger she had usually let her long blond hair hang loose. But recently, she had taken to wearing it up, showing off the fragile-looking column of her neck, her shell-like ears and the perfect line of her jaw. She was also smart enough to know that she didn’t need to plaster heaps of makeup on to enhance her appearance like so many of her contemporaries seemed to do. As a consequence her skin was exquisite. Kate had never been plagued by puppy fat either, always having a dainty figure – now with high, small breasts, a slim waist and a tight rounded bum, and long, shapely legs. Imagine Anna Kournikova with finer, more aquiline features and a trimmer bust line and you’re almost there. But, unlike Kournikova, Kate’s eyes are so dark a brown they are almost black.

I must have been looking at her silently for quite a while. “Is something wrong?” Kate’s eyes searched mine with concern, a slight frown creasing her brow.

“Oh no! I was just thinking how beautiful you are.” She blushed pinkly and looked down at the Monopoly board. “Hey, Kate! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s Okay… “ Kate looked back up at me and smiled that shy smile again. “It’s just that no-one’s ever said that to me before.”

“Well I’m sure I’m not the only person in the world to think so. I’m just lucky enough to feel I can say something like that to you without causing offence. Besides, all young women should be told that they’re beautiful – every one has something. Not many of you are ever told how lovely you are when it counts the most.”

Kate smiled once more, and blushed an even deeper pink, “Thank you… Greg, can I ask you something? It’s very personal, but don’t be upset…”

“Ask away.”

“Well, since you are such a nice, charming person… “

“Wow! Thank you Princess! But not good looking as well?”

“Shut up a minute and let me finish!”

“Sorreee!”

“You are such a nice, charming person… and handsome too! How come your marriage broke up like it did?”

This was the one question I certainly hadn’t expected! It really set me back on my heels. My wife and I - my ex-wife and I - had only been married two years when she left me. Up to that point our marriage had seemed to be good. Okay, we’d had the usual problems with money and stuff that most people starting out on a new life together have. And the sex wasn’t all that great. Leah had been a virgin when we wed and she seemed to “suffer” sex rather than participate wholeheartedly. But, apart from that, everything else was fine. 

Then, one Friday evening after work, she went out to “cruise” the gay bars for fun with a bunch of girls from the office. I never found out the exact details, but, according to one of her friends, some apparition in leathers persuaded Leah onto the dance floor in one of the bars and, just like that, my wife discovered that she was lesbian. Two weeks later she took off with a bull dyke who weighed forty pounds more than I did and who drove a Harley Davidson chopper. I filed for a divorce shortly afterwards, which was uncontested, and shifted cities to where I lived now.

I gave Kate a brief resume, leaving out the bit about the so-so sex. 

“That sucks! You must have been really upset!”

“Yes and no. It was one hell of a shock. But Leah finding out about her sexuality like that must have saved a lot more heartache for both of us later, especially if we’d have had children. There was one good thing that came out of it though.”

“What was that?”

Uncertain of her likely reaction, I didn’t look at her, “Well, I’d never have got to know you… and, of course, your Mom and Dad and Kevin. ”

“Hmmmm.” Kate was silent for a moment. Then she asked, “But weren’t you terribly jealous?”

“What? Of the Butch who “took my Leah away” from me?” I grinned at her wryly, “Nah! But I was pissed about the Harley though!”

Kate shrieked with laughter and rolled onto her back, showing off a quite entrancing sweep of upper thigh in the process. I gazed at her lithe young form as she lay there shaking with mirth and felt my cock start to harden. “Come on,” I said, pushing away the lecherous thoughts that were beginning to crowd into my brain, “let’s play Monopoly.”

Kate sat up again and straightened her face and her skirt. “But what did you do then? Didn’t you try to find another girlfriend? I’ve never seen you with anyone else.”

“Oh, I went a bit wild at first… that was before I came here. I went on the grog big time. Thrashed all the singles bars and screwed anything in skirts that showed an interest in me… all that stuff.”

“Then…?”
 “Well, I had a bit of a scare. One of the girls that I’d been with called me and told me she’d learned that one of her other sex partners had tested HIV positive. We’d had safe sex – like we’d used a condom – but it was still a hell of a worrying time until my test results came back negative some weeks later.”

“Wow…!”

“Anyway, since then, I’ve sort of “retired” from that kind of thing until I meet the right person. Come along, that’s enough ancient history. Let’s play.”

I wasn’t about to mention the “professional sex” I purchased out of necessity from time to time. Or the fact that I had already met the ‘right person’ - the lovely creature sitting right opposite me. But, to this thirty-seven year old man, she seemed an impossible dream!

“Thanks Greg. I hope you didn’t mind me asking, but I’ve always wondered.”

We played the game. As usual, Kate handled the bank and, as usual, I let her get away with murder. And, as usual, after about ninety minutes, I was bankrupt and Kate declared herself the winner. She pushed the game board over to one side and crawled over to me. Resting on her knees and heels before me she said, “Give me your hand, I want to tell you your fortune.”

I extended my hand out to her, palm up. She took it in both of hers and placed it on the tops of her thighs. The shock of her warmth radiating through the material of her skirt coursed through me and I felt my manhood stir into life again. And then, when her finger gently began tracing the lines on my palm, it surged to a full-blown, aching erection. The next few minutes were a blur. My entire consciousness was so consumed by HER I hardly registered a word Kate said. Except for, “And there’s me,” as she pressed her fingertip lightly on a spot near the base of my right hand index finger. 

Saved by the bell! The sound of the automatic garage door opening as Kate’s mother, Corinne, returned from the store burst through the sexual tension growing between us. Kate jumped, startled by the sound, and then a look of deep disappointment crossed her face. “Damn! Mom’s home early!” Then she smiled mischievously and took hold of my fingers and pressed the backs of them firmly into the fork at the top of her thighs and held them there. We gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Time seemed to stand still. Kate’s pupils were hugely dilated black pools of emotion. I felt that any moment I would fall into them…and fall forever. Vertigo Eyes!

Somehow I managed to croak, “We should go and help your Mom bring the shopping in.”

Kate released my hand with a rueful look, “I suppose… “

“Kate…” My mind struggled, but I couldn’t think of anything sensible to say in the face of such an incredible revelation. Instead, I brought my fingers, which had been so recently pressed against her most intimate area, to my lips and kissed them. Kate leaned towards me and swiftly kissed me on the cheek and then got smoothly to her feet and left the room. I took a few moments to make my rampant pole less obvious to a casual onlooker and followed her.

“Oh. Hi Greg. You are here. Kate said she might ask you over.” Kate’s mother was as short and dark-haired, as her daughter was tall and fair. But it was plainly obvious from where Kate had got her dark eyes and terrific figure. And here’s the kicker – Corinne is a year younger than I am!

“Yeah. Well I haven’t got a lot going on right now.” I was sure I was blushing hotly. And I was very conscious of my member still stiffly erect in my pants. “Here, give me that, it looks heavy. I’ll take it through to the kitchen for you.” There was a lot of stuff to unload from the car and take into the house to be put away - Corinne did the bulk of their grocery shopping once a month. The activity took my mind away from sensuous thoughts about Kate and helped my erection to dissipate. 

“Would you like to stop for dinner, Greg?” Corinne asked me when we were finished. “Jim, has to work late tonight, so he won’t be here, so his part of the casserole I’ve prepared will only go to waste otherwise. Besides, I’ll bet you could do with a break from your own cooking!”

“That’s very kind of you. Yes, I’d love to stay. But it’s a bit tough…Jim having to work and all. Let’s face it, it is Saturday.”

“Yes, I thought that being a chartered accountant was a nine-to-five, Monday through Friday, kind of job. But not in this day and age! Not any more! But, the truth of the matter is that Jim and his partners made a presentation to a major potential client down in Melbourne today and they are entertaining them this evening. It’s a “men only” affair – which is why I’m not there with him. No doubt there will be lots of booze and they’ll end up making fools of themselves in the strip clubs. God knows what time he’ll get home, if at all!

“And Kevin won’t be home either. He’s going straight on to his friend Justin’s house from hockey. He may even stay overnight.”

Oh Lord! I thought. Does this sound like a veiled invitation? No! You’re imagining it! You’re just all hyped up after that incident with Kate. Corinne has never made any kind of pass at you before, but then, neither has Kate. But I replied, “Well, Jim’s loss is my gain. Thanks very much. My stomach will appreciate a change from pizza and Chinese take-out! Casserole sounds great!”

‘Casserole’ turned out to be a marvellously rich Coq-au-Vin accompanied by Lyonnaise potatoes, freshly cut broccoli from their garden, green salad and a bottle of Californian pinot noir. The meal was made all the more enjoyable by the soft set of bare toes that pressed against my ankle from time to time. I didn’t dare look under the edge of the tablecloth to see whom they belonged to!

“That was simply delicious!” I beamed at Corinne when I had cleared my plate. “Boy! Jim really did miss out tonight!”

“Ah! But there’s more. Kate’s speciality, Crème Caramel!”

Like the main course, Kate’s dessert was perfect and I reached over and gently squeezed her wrist and told her so. She blushed radiantly and muttered quietly that “It was easy enough to do”. Corinne, I saw, was looking at us both appraisingly as I released her daughter and returned my hand to the table in front of me. “Do you guys eat like this all the time?” I asked, in an attempt to divert Corinne’s attention away from what she could construe as an inappropriate act of intimacy on my part. “It’s a wonder you’re not all as fat as pigs!”

“Oh, no. Sometimes it’s only pizza, just like you.”

“But home-made!” Kate interjected. “And we always have a salad with it.”

“Aha! Therein lies the secret!” I grinned.

When we had all cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, the three of us made our way into the lounge. “Kate! The Monopoly stuff is still all over the floor!” Corinne looked a little bit annoyed, “Come along, put it away before the movie starts!”

“Oooooah! Mummy!” Kate instantly became a cross little girl again. But, she quickly did as her mother asked her. Then I collapsed into an armchair, while the two females shared the sofa, and Corinne turned the TV on. 

Part way through the movie, at about 9.30, the telephone rang. Corinne took the call in the hallway thinking it might be Jim calling to tell her he would be staying in the city for the night. But it was Kevin to say that he wouldn’t be staying at Justin’s and could Corinne come and pick him up? “Will you excuse me while I go and get him, Greg? I’ll only be gone about twenty minutes.”

“No, that’s fine. You’re okay to drive?”

“Oh, I’m sure I am. I made sure that you drank most of the wine!”

As soon as the sound of the car driving off died away, Kate jumped out of her seat and deposited herself in my lap. My left arm had been laid along the arm of the chair, so it was automatically around her waist. “You don’t mind do you?” she asked.

“The pleasure is all mine, Princess!”

She nuzzled her nose against the side of my neck, “Did I shock you when I put your hand on me this afternoon?”

“Yes, it was something of a shock. But I can’t say that I was “shocked” as such.”

“Was it a big, big shock?”

“Not as shocks go… only a medium one.” I was starting to wonder where this conversation was heading!

“But you enjoyed it though. I could tell by the huge bulge in your pants.”

So Kate had noticed my erection. I tried to lighten the discussion up. “Not such a huge one! I think I might even be “less than average” in that department!” Christ! What was I doing talking so openly to this young woman about the size, or lack thereof of my sexual parts?

“Well it looked huge to me.” She was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Have you got an erection now?” I had to admit it. My man had leapt to attention the instant she had snuggled into my lap. I nodded without saying anything.

“Oooh good!” She pushed the tip of her nose against my neck again. “Seeing as I only gave you a medium-sized shock this afternoon, I think I might have to give you a bigger one now!” With that, Kate took hold of my right hand and carried it up under her skirt and pressed it against her panty-covered mound. Then she opened her legs slightly and moved my fingers down between her legs so that they were touching her sex lips through the thin cloth.

I was stunned into speechless immobility! If I’d thought I had an erection a few moments beforehand, I had a rock hard boner now! And my heart was thumping so wildly in my chest I thought that it was going to burst through my ribcage at any second! All my unbridled dreams had come true! Kate had been a fantasy object many, many times when the pressure of having no sexual relationships had become too much to bear and I’d had to help myself out. And now that fantasy had come to life!

Almost of their own accord, my fingertips began to caress the soft, warm satin of Kate’s inner thighs and her secret cleft through the thin, rapidly dampening panty material. And when her breathing deepened to harsh, ragged gasps, I slipped my hand up over her belly and under the waistband. I trailed my fingers back down over her smooth, palpitating skin, across her soft springy curls and down further into the warm, slick moistness that I knew would lie between her thighs. “Ohhh, Greg!” she gasped as the tip of my middle finger found the entrance to her vagina. And she opened her legs wide to welcome me inside.

My finger slid smoothly, easily into her hot, clinging depths. She was certainly very lubricious, but at the same time it was readily apparent to me that Kate was not a virgin. Fighting off a swift flash of disappointment at my discovery, I gently pumped my finger in her silken channel, slowly building and enjoying her excitement. “Oh Greg, that feels so beautiful!” she murmured hotly against my neck and lifting her pelvis to get me deeper inside. “So beautiful!”

After a few more minutes, I slowly withdrew my finger, ignoring her frantic muttered protests, and found her erect little clitoris with the very tip of it. Kate squeaked with astonishment and went rigid as I flicked my fingertip rapidly, lightly over her most sensitive part. Then, with a half-suppressed cry of ecstasy, she clamped my hand fiercely between her thighs and jerked her abdomen spasmodically as the waves of an orgasm crashed through her. I tried to take my hand away, but she wailed, “Oh no! Don’t move!” And she clasped my wrist with both her hands to keep me there. After about five minutes she released her hold on my hand, but I left it softly cupping her slippery warmth.

Kate opened her lovely eyes at last. They sparkled with feeling. She smiled at me shakily, “Oh Greg, that was the most wonderful, wonderful sensation I have ever felt. Not just the orgasm, but the whole thing – the lead up to it, and the lovely warmth afterwards.” Then she reached up and kissed me on the lips – a soft, inexpert, young girl’s kiss. “And it was my very first time.”

I leaned down and kissed her in return, “Princess, right now I don’t have enough words. But that was a most wonderful happening for me too.”

“I love you, Greg.”

I hushed her with another kiss, “Kate! Oh lovely Kate! Believe me, I am not rejecting what you have just told me - it’s the most breathtaking, amazing thing that anyone has ever said to me, ever…!”

Kate looked crushed and close to tears, “But, I do love you! I always have!” 

“And I love you too. I never realised how much until I tasted your Crème Caramel.”

Despite her current emotions, Kate couldn’t help but giggle.

“Right now, Kate, we are “in love”, because of the wonderful thing we have just shared. It’s easy to say “I love you” in the aftermath of something beautiful like that. And it’s just as easy to come to regret saying it afterwards. Tell me you love me again when we bump into each other in the supermarket by chance on a cold, rainy afternoon in the middle of winter, and I’ll tap-dance all the way home, because I’ll be the happiest man alive!”


Vertigo Eyes Ch. 1



“I will, I promise!” She reached up and kissed me again. This time the kiss lingered on longer than before. And Kate imperceptibly, rhythmically, started to press her sex against my fingers. And her hand moved down to rest lightly on the still rampant erection that was straining in my pants.

But further pleasure for both of us was not to be, because we were disturbed by the headlights of Corinne’s car shining on the lounge curtains as she came up the driveway. Just as quickly as she had come to me, Kate leapt from my lap and returned to her seat. 

I was left with the problem of Kate’s sex odours on my fingers. There was no way I had time to get to the bathroom to wash my hands. Besides, I had a dark patch of pre-come dampness on my pants that would be immediately obvious to Corinne if she saw me stood up. So, I did the only thing open to me – I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked her smell from them.

“Ohhh Greg! Yuk! That’s my…”

“Sex lubrication!” I interrupted her. “Perfectly natural, perfectly clean… and simply delicious!”

“But… “

“But what?” said Kevin, clumping into the lounge and dropping his hockey gear in a heap on the floor.

“Oh, nothing. I was just saying to Greg what an untidy dork you are and he was disagreeing with me.”

“I love you too, Shit-For-Brains!” Kevin spat at her and stomped out again. But he soon came back to pick up his things, having been harassed by his mother to put them away ‘in the right place’.

Shortly afterwards, Jim arrived home. The presentation had gone very well and the practice had gained the contract. However, the clients were a straight-laced bunch who had all headed off home as soon as the celebration dinner was finished. “Our research on them didn’t show up that they are bible-bashers!” he muttered grumpily. “The buggers wouldn’t even touch a drink!” Jim had obviously been looking forward to a wild night on the town! Jim’s return home also short-circuited any possible “come-ons” from Corinne. Which was a great relief to me – there was no way I wanted to upset Kate now!

When I got to my house later that evening, the thought hit me: What did Kate mean by ‘And there’s me’? I stretched my palm the way she had done and peered at the point she touched. There, at the side of my hand a centimetre below the base of my index finger, were two tiny lines that curved to join my Life Line to form a perfect representation of a young girl’s pubic mound. I kissed it with a smile and then went to bed to dream of making love to her.



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 2



I didn’t see Kate again for nearly three weeks. The work package I was expecting landed on my doorstep on the following Tuesday, ten days ahead of schedule, along with demands for it to be completed asap, plus undertakings of a mega-bonus for every day it was finished ahead of time. So, for the next twenty days I worked non-stop, fifteen to eighteen hours a day, and living off caffeine, take-out pizzas, Chop Suey and adrenaline. It was a shit of a lifestyle, but it paid like no other in my line of business. And I was only doing it because I knew that I could semi-retire in three years time, at forty years of age, and do my own thing forever – if I lived that long.

I was near the end, but I had a problem. One piece of code kept crashing the program and I was that spaced out I was having trouble figuring out why. For the first time in days I went out into the back yard and took in some fresh air, walking up and down, thinking of nothing and kicking the weeds, while I let my subconscious deal with the riddle.

“Hi Greg.” I didn’t need to look round to know that Kate, my Princess, was halfway up the tree that overhung the wall that separated our properties. It was a favourite spot of hers when she was a young kid, where she would climb up and call to me to get my attention. But I didn’t really want to turn around and let her see the state I was in. I felt like crap and knew I looked like it too. I was taking three or four showers a day to keep fresh, but I hadn’t shaved in over a week and had huge dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. Plus, I had lost several pounds in weight thanks to my long hours and poor diet. Seeing as I wasn’t Mr Universe to start off with, the effect was noticeable. But, eventually, my need to see her overtook all other considerations and I had to turn and face her.

Her shock at seeing me looking like that was apparent, but Kate controlled it well. She took a deep breath; “Greg, I love you…for what it’s worth…” Her voice trailed off uncertainly.

“It means everything to me Kate. Believe me, it really does.”

“Have you been avoiding me, because of the other night?”

“No, I’ve been working. Two more days and it’s finished… I’ll call you.”

“You look like hell.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Call me then.”

“I will…” Just then, the probable solution to my coding problem came flooding into my brain – a stupid logic mistake on my part, caused through fatigue! “Kate, I’ve gotta go!”

“Okay, but don’t forget.”

“I promise…!” But I was already on my way back to work.

I had the right answer. Then, to my delight, the rest of the program just fell into place and I was finished by 10.00pm the next day. I sent off an email to my clients to let them know the stage I was at. Then I started the final debugging using their test data. There wasn’t much I could do now for several hours, so I diverted my telephone to my message service and fell into bed. I slept solidly, only getting up to go to the bathroom, drink litres of water, and check that the test programs were going alright. There were only one or two minor glitches, which I fixed very quickly, and then went back to bed.

After nearly two days of almost continuous sleep I surfaced. After restoring the telephone to normal operation and going to the bathroom for a luxurious shave and a long, long hot shower I was beginning to feel human again. But I was as hungry as hell! I was just about to call my favourite pizza man for the biggest Quatro Stagione he could muster when the telephone rang. It was Corinne. “Greg, are you okay? Kate is going frantic with worry. She’s left message after message with your answering service and you’ve never called back. And we haven’t even seen your usual take-out deliveries arriving!”

“Hey look, I’m sorry. I’ve finished the contract and I’ve been asleep for nearly two days. Everything’s fine. Tell Kate for me please.”

It seemed like only seconds after I’d placed my pizza order that there came a loud hammering on my back door. It was Kate, and she looked madder that a cornered dingo! She pushed past me and into the house without saying a word and started going from room to room throwing the windows open to let some air in. “This place is a pigsty, Gregory Monk! Just look at it!” 

I had to admit it didn’t look good. It was early summer and I hadn’t needed to wear too many garments while I was working. So the soiled clothing was scattered around the place, wherever I had dropped it when an idea had come into my head. It was mainly T-shirts and underwear, but, nevertheless, there were plenty of them. And there were several Leaning Tower of Pisa columns of used crockery on the kitchen bench and piles of empty cardboard pizza and Chinese take-out boxes stacked in the kitchen corners. The piece de resistance was my office, in reality the master bedroom because it was the biggest room in the house apart from the lounge, with its reefs of discarded working notes crumpled on the floor and dozens of empty Pepsi cans perched on every horizontal surface. The only pristine areas were those around my computers and their associated peripherals. In comparison to the rest of the rooms I used in the house, there were three other bedrooms totally devoid of furniture and two further bathrooms, only my bedroom and bathroom were clean… by male standards, anyway.

“Have a heart, Kate. I’ve been busy.”

Luckily, before she could start throwing things at me, the Luigi’s Pizza deliveryman arrived with my first food in two days. “C’mon, Kate, let’s eat. I’m starved. I’ll fix this mess after.”

“WE’LL fix it!” Kate snorted, clearing a space on the kitchen table. “Have you got any wine?”

“There may be something in that cupboard,” I pointed, “But I don’t know about clean glasses.”

Kate found and expertly uncorked a bottle of Chianti. But she had no luck with glassware. We used teacups instead. The pizza was ambrosia – food of the gods – and the cheap chianti tasted like nectar. And I was sharing both with the most gorgeous young woman in the world. We hardly exchanged a word. I was much too busy eating to talk. But I stared at her all the while, marvelling at her graceful movements and her natural, fresh young beauty.

She allowed me no relaxation. As soon as the food was finished, Kate was bossing me around to pick up this, clean up that, take those out to the garbage, and put these away. She was working as hard as I was though, and a darned sight faster. Three hours later, when the house was in some semblance of order, though it needed ‘a bloody good vacuum and dust’ according to her, Kate allowed me to grab the still half-full bottle of Chianti and a pair of sparkling clean wine glasses and lead her into the lounge. Being single I was a minimalist concerning furniture and there was only had one small armchair, which she insisted I sit in whilst she sat at my feet.

“Aside from my computers, this is my only extravagance,” I told her as I switched on my Bang & Olufsen CD system via the remote and set it playing quietly. Andrea Bocelli’s Romanza. Very romantic!

I poured Kate some wine and thanked her for helping me clean up the mess. She murmured, “It was nothing.” She seemed kind of withdrawn.

“Still mad at me?”

Kate shook her head, then rested her cheek on my knee, staring into space and listening to the music. She had untied her hair when we finished working and I stroked the long thick, silky strands gently. After twenty minutes of silence between us, Kate took a sip of her wine and said softly, “You missed my birthday, you know, last week… my eighteenth.”

God! Now wonder she was so distant! “Oh Princess! I’m so sorry! You must hate me for being such a selfish, self-centred bastard!”

She looked at me levelly… Vertigo Eyes! “I don’t hate you… I told you otherwise the other day. But I had such plans…”

“But I didn’t even get you a gift… a card even!”

Kate put her glass to one side and moved onto her knees. Parting my legs, she moved in between them and started to unzip my pants. “No matter! The only gift I want is still waiting for me in here.” I knew it was more than my life was worth to stop her. And when she released my surging erection from its prison and lowered her face to take it between her lips and caress my glans with her roiling tongue there was no power on this earth that could induce me to try!

Kate was no expert at giving head, but maybe it was her very lack of expertise that caused her to transport me to the incredible heights of pleasure she took me to. The tentative way she stroked my shaft as she held me in her mouth entranced me. The hesitancy with which she took me in - deeper and deeper made me want to explode in her throat. The guileless way she closed her eyes and pressed her tongue on me and sucked me softly as she bobbed up and down rhythmically tipped me over the edge.

“Kate! I’m going to come!”

She ignored my warning and held me in her warm orifice, swallowing desperately while my sperm flooded from me in great, thumping gouts. She continued to hold me as I lay back in my chair panting, with my cock slowly softening between her lips. And when I was fully shrunken, she finally released me, examined my fallen soldier intently for a few moments and then deposited a gentle kiss on his very tip.

When Kate eventually raised her eyes to look at my face, I saw that she had small dribbles of my sperm at the corners of her mouth. I had had too much for her to swallow it all. Her cheeks were also streaked with recent tears.

“You’ve been crying?”

“With happiness.”

I leaned forward and kissed her. I tasted myself on her lips. “Kate, that was… “

“The first time I’ve ever done anything like that.”

“I wasn’t going to question you.”

“I know, but I had to say it anyway. Greg, I’m like Leah… I’m a virgin I mean! Oh, I know I’m not a virgin physically, but I am up here.” She tapped her temple with her fingertip.

“I knew you weren’t “intact” the moment my finger entered you so easily the other night.”

“That was the first time I knew for certain too. A year ago I had a date with one of the seniors at school. We parked up in his car and we kissed a lot and he touched my breasts. And then, when he put his hand up my skirt and inside my pants, I let him do it because it was ‘the thing to do’ according to all my friends. But I wasn’t really turned on, not like I was with you the other night, and I was dry. But he carried on and pushed his finger into me and hurt me. He also tried to do other things, but I punched him in the balls when he wouldn’t stop when I asked him to. So he kicked me out of the car and made me walk home. That was scary, so late at night. Anyway, when I got home I found I had been bleeding. I thought he’d cut me inside with his fingernail – they were kind of long – and I was sore for days afterwards. But now I know what he really did. Do you mind?”

“Kate, that’s… “

“I needed you to know… before… Greg, please take me to bed. Make me a woman?”

I set Andrea Bocelli to play again then led her upstairs to my bedroom. In the golden light of the setting sun I slowly, reverently unveiled Kate’s perfect young body and laid her on the bed and worshipped her with my eyes as a quickly shucked off my own clothes. Then I lay down with her and held her close. The sight, the sound, the scent and the taste of her battered my senses. And to my touch, her translucent skin was at once soft and firm, and magically warm and smooth. We kissed and kissed and kissed again. Exploring each other’s mouth with our lips and coiling tongues until the shuddering rise and fall of her chest called for me to move further south.

She gasped with delight as I aroused her dusky-pink nipples to hard, sensitive peaks with my mouth. She shivered in trepidation when I delicately kissed the undersides of her breasts and then made my way down past the mysterious depression of her navel to the soft, springy curls of her bush. She went rigid with expectancy as I scented her sharp, clean, ozone-and-honey sex smells properly for the first time. And then she gave herself to me in total abandon as I parted her luscious nether lips with my fingertips and found her clitoris with my tongue.

I brought Kate to a trembling brink four times before I spread her legs wide and speared her with my sex. In unison, we let out a deep groan of joy as I slid smoothly into her silken depths and she crossed her ankles over my back and drew me closer to her. We made love in total harmony, as though we had been doing it together for years. And, when we reached our mutual, stupendous cataclysm, we kissed.

Our circle was complete. 

‘e un attimo cosi…vale un’eternita`… And a moment like this is worth an eternity.’ 1

To Be Continued...

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Acknowledgements: 

1 “Voglio Restare Cosi (I Want To Stay Like This)” A Bocelli. 

From “Romanza” © 1996 Insieme Srl 



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 3



For the next several hours Kate and I explored each other, whispering comments of delight at each new discovery, and raising each other to higher and ever higher plateaux of ecstasy. Kate was an instinctive lover who, from her starting point of almost total innocence, grew rapidly to teach us both to communicate our needs and desires more openly and honestly than in any other relationship I had ever experienced beforehand. Eventually though, pleasure took its toll and we fell asleep, tangled in each other’s arms and legs and our complete trust in each other.

We woke late. Kate stretched luxuriously, her dark eyes glittering at me wickedly, “I’m the cat that licked up all the cream!”

I gazed in awe at her beautiful body, as though I was seeing her for the very first time, and I wanted her instantly.

“Oh no you don’t!” Kate squealed, noting my sudden tumescence and guessing my lascivious intentions. “I’ll wet the bed if I don’t have a pee right now!” And she scampered off to the en-suite, from whence I heard her splashing torrent as she emptied her bladder. The sound acted as a trigger for me and I had to run to one of the spare bathrooms to do the same. When I returned, Kate was sat cross-legged on the bed waiting for me, wearing one of my T-shirts and her panties. I must have looked more than a little crestfallen, because she asked me what was wrong.

“Well, I thought we might…”

“Ah! But we will!” She lay back on the bed and posed for me invitingly. “I just like the feel of you undressing me!”

Why is it that morning orgasms are so much more intense than others are?

We had been in the shower for a few minutes, cleansing each other, soapy fingers caressing, sliding over smooth planes, around swelling curves and into intimate crevasses. I soon had another raging erection. When I soaped her between the legs, Kate flinched slightly. “Something wrong?” I asked.

She put on a fake country yokel accent, “Thee ‘ave abused me sorely zur! Things am just a moite tender down there!” Then she leaned forward and circled my nipple with the tip of her tongue, “But never fear, the equipment will be back in full working order by tonight…!

“In fact, on second thoughts, if you lean me back against this wall and are very gentle with me… I think I might just be able to accommodate that lovely looking… Oh! Greg! I wish you could share the wonderful feeling I get when your heat fills me up like that!"

“No more wonderful than your warmth clinging to me and welcoming me inside you does, I’ll bet!”

“Greg! You’ll have to go slow!”

And we did go slow, luxuriously slow and gentle under the warm cascade from the shower. I had one of those on-demand gas water heaters, so it could never run cold. Kate’s orgasm, when it arrived, was long and quiet. I thought that she might be crying as I watched her face while her contractions swept through her. But, there again, it was probably only water droplets from the shower. When I finally exploded into her depths it felt so fine I wished it would never stop.

We towelled each other down lovingly, depositing gentle kisses on those special places we had so recently discovered.

”You’re coming back tonight?”

“I’m not going anywhere today – except home to get some clean underwear and things”

“I know you’ll be late, but what about school?”

“Mid-term break… you are out of touch!”

“Your parents?”

“Daddy is probably camped on your front doorstep with his shotgun right now! But Mom’s cool. She saw the way we looked at each other when you stayed for dinner. And she said the smell of sex in the lounge when she brought Kevin home almost knocked her out.”

“And she didn’t mind?”

“At first she was upset. Then I told her that we’d not had sex, just “made out”, and that I’d started it anyway. I also suggested that here wasn’t much point in making a big fuss only two weeks before my eighteenth birthday. And she agreed. Now I am eighteen I am utterly free choose what I do and with whom. We could have started when I was sixteen, but I thought you might find me a bit empty-headed at that age…”

“Never…!”

“Anyway, It’s my body, and I just love what you’ve been doing with it!”

“And I’m impossibly in love with the person who owns it.”

Kate placed her fingertips on my lips, “I really believe you mean that… but tell me in two weeks time.”

“In the supermarket…?”

“On a rainy afternoon!”

Laughing companionably together, we made our way back to the bedroom. Kate was the first one dressed and she headed downstairs while I straightened the bed. I was halfway down the stairs myself when I heard her shout, “Gregory! You are a total fucking disaster!”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

She met me at the kitchen doorway, “There’s not a bloody skirret of food in this house! Even the carton of orange juice in the ‘fridge is three months past its ‘use by’ date! “And no!” placing herself between me and the telephone, “You are not going to ‘phone out for a pizza! We’re going into town to do some food shopping!”

“Ummm, bit of a problem there.”

“Now what?”

“Car’s got a flattie… and the spare’s shot too. Haven’t had time to get them fixed.”

“Ooooah!” Kate literally stamped her foot. “What now then?”

“Well, we could shoot down to the city… I know of a fantastic café for brunch.”

“And, Mr Miracle Man, how are we going to get there?”

I took hold of both her hands in mine and hung my head, not looking at her. “Princess, I told you a teeny weeny lie last night.” I could sense she was giving me a frosty stare. My lovely Kate was showing signs of some steel in her personality. I liked that - I needed her to be a companion, an equal, as well as a lover.

“How ‘teeny’? And how ‘weeny’?”

“Trust me. Close your eyes, and promise not to open them until I say, and all will be revealed.” I led her to the garage and faced her in the right direction. Standing behind her with my hands on her shoulders, I murmured in her ear, “I lied a bit last night when I said I only had one extravagance. You can look now.”

Kate squeaked and clapped her hands when she saw the bike standing there, with the two helmets dangling from the handlebars. It was very dusty from the drive home, but it still glittered in the dim light. A techno-monster crouched ready to leap into action.

“A Harley! Oh Greg, it’s beautiful! Can you drive it?”

“Well, I drove it home from Sydney three weeks ago. I used to have an old Matchless 500 single when I was at Uni. You never forget how to ride.”

“From Sydney?”

“Yeah. On the Sunday morning after I had dinner with you guys, I ‘phoned around all the dealers in Melbourne but they had nothing suitable in my price range. Then I tracked this one down on the Net at a dealer in Sydney, called them to confirm it was still available, and flew down that evening. I was sat on their doorstep when they opened up at 8.00am the next day, bought it, and drove it straight back here. It’s second-hand. But the guy who owned it before only put four thousand on the clock before he decided it was too much bike for him, so it’s near-as-dammit new.

“C’mon, get over home and put on some pants – I don’t want you to catch a cold in your “you know what” - and put on a wind-proof top as well. And tell your Mom where we’re going. Then we’ll head on down.”

“Yes Sir!” She threw me a US Army style salute and set of at a run, her lovely thighs flashing in the sunlight.

The ride down to Melbourne with Kate clasped to my back and that big bike thumping between our legs was sheer magic. The café I knew had changed hands, but they still did a fair brunch. Anyway, by that time we were so hungry, just about anything would have tasted brilliant! Leaning back in my chair, replete and savouring my third coffee refill, I warned Kate that I would have to contact my client in Brisbane on our arrival home and make arrangements to go up and install the software I had just written. “It sounds like they’re desperate for it, so I’ll probably have to fly up tomorrow morning.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Yes please! But, surely your parents won’t allow that?”

“They will! Or I’ll roll on the floor and scream and kick my heels and be a thoroughly horrible little beast until they give in!”

“I can imagine what a ghastly performance you could put on! What if I was there when you asked them?”

“That may just do the trick, Miracle Man! C’mon, let’s ride!”

When we go out on the sidewalk, I grasped Kate’s arm and turned her towards me, “Kate, there’s something I have to ask you…”

“Don’t sweat it! Mom put me on The Pill as soon as I had my first period. It’s only been insurance up ‘til now, but a good idea all the same.”

“I thought your family were RC?”

“We are, but Mom thinks the Vatican are way out of touch on contraception. She had a “near miss” when she was eleven – the guy who ambushed her on the way home from school came all over her thighs and tummy before he could get it inside. So, she’s paranoid about me getting raped by some sick bastard and me ending up having to have his baby just because the Church is against contraception and abortion.”

“I can understand that, but how on earth did you know I was going to ask you about…?”

She kissed the tip of my nose, “I can read your mind, Miracle Man.”

“Not all of it I hope!”

“I’m working on it! Let’s go!”

I really gunned the Harley and we were back at my place in forty-five minutes. And, yes, my clients needed that module as soon as tonight if possible. I told them it would be first thing in the morning if I could get a flight. Somewhat reluctantly, they said, “Okay”. I made provisional bookings for two on the 6.30am flight. The next step was Kate’s folks.

Kate’s father had taken the afternoon off and was working off his worries about his absent daughter by attacking the burgeoning undergrowth at the far end of their section. Kate went down to make her peace with him, leaving me with Corinne. She was in the kitchen preparing vegetables for their evening meal. I stood leaning my back against the bench close by.

“Greg, I have to tell you that I’m not one hundred percent rapt with what’s happened in the last 24 hours.”

“I understand that.”

She dried her hands off and moved to stand close in front of me, her dark eyes boring into mine. She was a really attractive woman. Slowly, sexily, she started to unbutton her shirt and then pulled it to one side revealing the succulent curve of a truly beautiful, olive-skinned breast cupped enticingly in a low-cut bra. My member surged to attention. She reached for my hand and slipped it inside. Her nipple swelled instantly at my touch. “If you want sex I am sure I could be much more satisfying for you than Kate.”

At that moment I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was only conscious of that erect nipple and her heartbeat pounding through her breast.

“When you were here for dinner the other week I was going to ask you to take me back to your house and make love to me when Kate and Kevin had gone to bed. Then Jim came home. If he hadn’t have done, would you have…?”

“Corinne!” My thumb moved involuntarily, brushing lightly across that delicious nipple. She shivered and pressed her breast harder against my palm. “Corinne, if you had given me the slightest hint that you felt that way about me at any time up until that night, I would have been all over you like a rash.” To prove a point, I took her hand and pressed it on the taut erection that was trying to burst out of my pants, “You can feel that I want you right now. But, I’ve always adored Kate. I’d always believed myself to be some kind of “Uncle” until she started becoming a woman. And then she became an impossible dream. The other night she moved the goal posts… I’m sorry.”

Corinne removed my hand from her breast and kissed my palm. “I’ve always thought of you as a gentle man, Greg. Now I know that you are a gentleman. You will look after Kate well for the time you are together. And you have my blessing. You are also going to learn that she’s not as perfect as you think she is now. Please don’t overreact when she reveals her other side – she doesn’t mean the things she says.” She embraced me, hugging me close, “Don’t worry, I’ll sort Jim out!”

Just then we heard Kate and Jim coming into the house. Corinne pulled back from me hurriedly and I gestured towards her shirt buttons. She smiled wickedly as she did them up again, “Ooops! That could have caused a bit of consternation!”

“What do you think of this!” Jim was almost shouting as he stomped into the kitchen. He was obviously as mad as hell. “Not only does our daughter spend the night with this, this…child molester!” He pointed a shaking finger in my direction. “But, she wants to go away to Brisbane with him!”

“Shhhh, Jim. She’s eighteen now, and according to the law she has been able do what she likes sexually ever since she was sixteen. Whether it’s desirable or not for her to sleep with Greg is another issue, especially as he is, how shall I put it, so much more “mature” than she is? Anyway, I think it’s a good idea. It’ll do her good to get out of the house for a few days during the holidays. And Kate’s never been to Queensland.”

Jim stopped dead in his tracks. If it had been at all possible, he would have broken his jaw as it hit the floor! “But, Corinne! She’s still a kid!” Corinne went over to her husband and, putting her arms around him and pressing her full breasts into his chest whispered something in his ear. Jim instantly went very still and very red in the face. And then there was another swift whispered exchange. “Oh, Okay then,” he muttered reluctantly.

“Gee, thanks Daddy! And you Mom!” Kate threw her arms around her parents and kissed them both.

“Don’t you get over-excited young lady!” Corinne warned her, “You’re going to stay home tonight and pack properly. Besides, you and I, and your father, have one or two things to talk about. Say “Cheerio” to Greg now. I’m sure he too has a lot to do before the morning.”

“I’ll confirm the flight and order a taxi for 5.00am.” I told Kate. She groaned theatrically.

“Welcome to the real world, kid!” Corinne told her and then turned to me. “Don’t worry about ordering a taxi. Jim will take you to the airport.”

“I’ll what?” her husband spluttered.

“You WILL take your daughter and Greg to the airport!”

“Can I walk Greg back to his house, Mom?”

“I’m sure he can find his own way! But, Okay. Just you come straight home!”

Kate looped her arm though mine and pressed her bosom invitingly against my elbow as we strolled slowly to my front door. “Perhaps it’s just as well I can’t stay with you tonight. The way I’m feeling, you’d be in no fit state to be installing software tomorrow!” I opened the door. “Can I come in for a minute?”

“Keep the faith, Kate. Just for a minute!”

She swung the door to behind us and, leaning her back to the wall, swiftly undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties down past her knees and spread her legs. “Kiss me please!” Pushing me down by the shoulders. “Just so as you don’t forget me.”

I did as she asked, nuzzling her fragrant bush and running my tongue along her cleft. Her juices sprang out liberally to greet me. Fighting off the temptation to stay there and drive her wild, I got back to my feet. “Forget you?” I slapped her bare bum gently. “Fat chance!”

“Ooooh! SM as well! You are an interesting fella!” She grabbed me by the crotch. “And there’s a big ‘fat chance’ in here too!”

“Get along you hussy!” I half-opened the door and gave her another playful smack, “And don’t forget to pull your knickers up before you get home!”

“Beast! You wait ‘til tomorrow night in Brisbane!”

Jim was very quiet on the way to the airport the next morning. At least he wasn’t having a “go” at me! He kissed Kate and told her to “Be careful!” but I got nothing from him. While we were waiting in the gate lounge to board the ‘plane, Kate put forward a likely explanation: “Mom and Daddy were “bouncing off the ceiling” most of the night. I’ve never heard her have so many noisy orgasms before! Probably her way of making up to Daddy for not supporting him against you.” And, I thought, making up for not getting me into the sack?

“She also told me last night that she’d set you a test and you passed with flying colours. What was all that about?”

“She wanted to know if I really cared about you, or whether I was only after your beautiful body.”

“And?”

“I convinced her it was just the beautiful body.”

Kate punched me hard on my upper arm and hissed, “Well, I’m only interested in your cock! And your tongue… if it’s licking me in the right places!”

The little old lady sitting in the seat beside Kate gasped.

“Okay! Peace! Tell, me, you were standing close to them, what did Corinne whisper to your Dad to convince him to let you come away with me?”

“I couldn’t hear, so I asked Mom while we were packing my things. She told me she said: ‘Don’t forget that you were twenty and I was only fourteen when you put your hand in my knickers for the first time.’ And when Daddy tried to get out of it by saying that she’d told him she was sixteen, Mom came back with: ‘But you knew exactly how old I was when you did it again a week later, and then went down on me as well. And what did you get me to do to you afterwards? And I swallowed every drop!’”

It’s lucky the boarding call came at that moment or the little old lady beside Kate would have had a heart attack!

The taxi dropped me off at the Hospital IT Centre. I gave Kate my mobile ‘phone and she went on the check us in at the hotel. She already had some sightseeing plans whilst I was working and, of course, the shops!

The installation went to plan and we started the new system with the old one running in parallel in case of stuff-ups. Over the day, we had one or two hold-ups, but nothing major, plus the usual preliminary requests for minor operator screen changes. The next day would be more hours of operator training and then, it would simply be a case of being on standby in case something major fell over. Otherwise, the client would assemble a list of tweaks and minor glitches that I would come back and sort out in a month’s time.

I called Kate on the mobile to tell her I’d be at the hotel soon. She said she’d be waiting for me in our room, gave me the room number and the keypad code to open the door, and: “Please hurry up!” She sounded very tense.



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 4



When I opened the suite door I found out the reason why Kate sounded so wound-up. There was a line of arrows made out of toilet tissue leading me to the bedroom. Right up to where my Lovely One lay stark naked on the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor and her knees spread wide apart, holding her pussy lips open with her fingertips. There was a note pinned to the valence between her spread thighs. It read: “Cunnilingus. Pleeeeze!!!!”

I obliged by giving her two orgasms in quick succession. Each time she howled her pleasure and pleaded with me not to stop. After the third time she begged me to hurry up and strip off. And then get on the bed with her and fuck her. “What brought all that on?” I asked her as we lay panting in the aftermath of our vigorous lovemaking.

“My pussy has been biting my leg off all day! I just haven’t been able to concentrate on anything at all! I was getting so uptight I felt I could hardly speak… Crazy?”

“Not at all! Long may it continue!”

We lay together holding each other close, then Kate suddenly licked my mouth and chin: “You taste of girl. It’s rather nice – I’ll have to try the real thing one of these days!”

I can’t believe I reacted, but Kate must have detected that I stiffened slightly. It had happened twelve years before, but losing my wife to a lesbian relationship must have left some kind of scar.

“Oh! God! Greg, I’m so sorry! That was such a stupid thing to say!”

“Don’t worry, love, Leah was a long time ago and it’s a very closed book. Tell me, have you never been attracted to another girl in that way? Never been tempted to experiment?”

“I almost did… once. It was at school when I was almost fourteen. She was really beautiful, a New Zealander - a part-Maori girl. Her name was Donna - Donna Ahipene. We were the same age, but she was in a different class, so I’d hardly even spoken to her before. The whole school had had to do this long cross-country run and, because everyone got so hot and sweaty, we all had to take a shower afterwards. There were heaps of girls of course and Donna and I ended up at the tail end of the queue for the showers in the girls’ locker room. Probably because we were among the last to finish the run! Anyway, somehow, we were the last two remaining. We weren’t talking to each other even then.

“We were dressing. Suddenly we both just looked up at each other. Donna already had her skirt back on and was putting on her bra. I hadn’t got that far yet and just had on a pair of panties. She let her bra fall again. She had beautiful big golden-brown breasts, much nicer than the tiny pale bumps I had then. And she had these big dark brown nipples. I just stared and stared at them, rooted to the spot. She was staring at my chest too.

“Have you ever been in a situation when you feel like you are suspended in a bowl of treacle? You see things with exceptional clarity, but everything seems to happen in slow motion and all external noises are blanked out. It was just like between Donna and I. Things were moving very fast, but I still had time to notice the tiny dark hairs around her nipples and the delicate tracery of blue veins beneath the skin of her breasts. And I actually saw her nipples swell like dark plums as she burst erect.

“Donna took a couple of paces towards me and reached out her hand and cupped my left breast. Both my nipples just stuck out hard, all tingly. And when she tweaked my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, my knees started shaking like mad and I went all wet between the legs as if I’d peed myself, but I hadn’t. And my heart was thumping in my chest as though it was going go off pop at any second!

“As if I was mesmerised, I reached out with both of my hands and took hold of her glorious bosoms. Her nipples were hard already. She felt so wonderful! So warm and heavy, and softly round! And her skin was so smooth! So smooth!

“We stood there for what seemed like ages, just caressing each other’s breasts and staring at each other. The only sound in the room was our breathing – we were both puffing and panting louder than either of us had done during the race! Then Donna kind of moaned and came right up to me and put both her arms around me and drew me right up against her. The feel of her soft pillows pressing against mine was such a wonderful shock it nearly knocked me out.

“Then we started kissing passionately and the next thing I knew she had pulled my panties halfway down my thighs and was fingering my pussy. I parted my legs to feel her touch better and she pushed one of her fingers right inside. I was moaning like anything now and muttering all sorts of things I can’t remember now. The back of Donna’s thumb was rubbing against my clit and it felt like electric sparks were bursting right through me. And the wet slurping sounds from down there as she finger-fucked me seemed to echo around the shed!

I was frantically pushing Donna’s skirt and panties down at the front so that I could do the same to her. My fingers had just reached her pubic fuzz - oh, how desperate I was to learn what her sex felt like - when we heard someone opening the dressing shed door and coming inside. One of the other girls must have left something behind or it may have been a teacher checking that the sheds were empty. But, whoever it was went right out again. Thank goodness we were hidden from the doorway by a bank of lockers!

“We stood there until we heard the door close again - holding our breaths and shaking with fear that we would be caught in such a compromising position. Anyway, that totally broke the mood and Donna and I hurriedly got dressed, not looking at each other or even speaking. Whenever we saw each other after that, we just acknowledged each other’s presence and hardly exchanged a word. We never, ever talked about it and we never did anything like that again. I think it was just one of those chance happenings. Donna certainly wasn’t a lesbian, because she was very “popular” with the boys. In fact, she left school when she was fifteen because she was pregnant. There was a rumour that she’d been screwing one of the teachers, but that was never confirmed. And I never got the urge to make out with another girl.”

“Did you ever regret not “finishing it off”?”

“I don’t know. I can’t say where it would have gone. Would we have gone down on each other? I don’t think so. We were both so young and innocent – I was anyway. We’d have probably given each other an orgasm with our fingers and finished it there. It wouldn’t have taken much; I was just about to come when we were disturbed. Would we have done it again if we had made each other come? I doubt it. As I said, Donna was no lesbian and I wasn’t… am not that way inclined.

“What about you Greg? Have you ever had sex with another guy?”

“One tried to seduce me at Uni once. I was in my first year and very naive at the time. He was in his third year of an Arts major.”

“What happened?”

“Well, Bob was a very amusing guy, he wrote a satirical column for the student newspaper and was in all the theatre productions…all that stuff. He had a very cutting wit and seemed very much a “man of the world” to a green country yokel like me. Anyway, we made friends and one night we went out to dinner in town. We had a few wines and then he invited me to “Come back to my place for a nightcap.” As a senior student, he was allowed to live off-campus. The ‘nightcap’ turned out to be another bottle of wine and I was getting pretty drunk by the time we nearly had it finished. While we were drinking, we talked about this and that. He asked me about my girlfriends and sex. He went out with girls too - I think he might even have been engaged to be married at the time.

“I’m not sure how it happened, the booze has fogged that bit out, but he got me to my feet and somehow persuaded me to take off my shirt and T-shirt. He was standing behind me and tracing my back muscles with his fingertips and saying how finely moulded they were. It felt kind of pleasant and I was also flattered by his comments – I’d never considered before that my skinny body was much to rave about. Then he started saying something like: ‘We both like girls, but we don’t have any here with us. And we’ve both been talking about sex a lot. Perhaps we could relieve each other?’

“I turned around, totally shocked at his suggestion. And was even more shocked to see that the crafty sod had somehow taken off his clothes and was standing there just in his underpants. And this huge erection was pointing in my direction! He looked down at my front and looked very crestfallen when he saw that I wasn’t reciprocating in the erection department. So I told him, ‘Sorry mate, I don’t need relieving… I think I’d better go.’ 

“We stayed reasonably friendly, but at arm’s length I must admit, and there was no further wining and dining. Then he found another freshman who did need ‘relieving’. They were quite an “item” for the rest of the year!”

Kate snuggled close to me, “Well, I think you have a beautiful body too. That guy, Bob, had very good taste! Tell me, if I said that I needed ‘relieving’, how would you react?”

“Try me!”

“Okay… look you don’t have to do this, but try and bear with me…”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get up and put your underpants on. And stand over there. Look out of the window.”

I stood where Kate wanted. Then I sensed her coming up behind me. And she started to trace my back muscles with her fingertips telling me softly how beautiful I was and kissing the nubs of my spine. I shivered with pleasure – no lack of activity in the erection department this time! Especially when her fingertips skittered down my lower spine and under the waistband of my underpants and down the crack of my ass and under – to where she started to scratch my perineum gently with her fingernail.

I froze, totally rigid, and teetering on the edge of a massive climax. Kate sensed my tension. “It’s too early yet,” she murmured and withdrew her hand, caressing my anal opening in passing. “Turn around, my love, and do what you think is right.” I turned to face my lovely tormentor. Her eyes were glowing like coals! She had put her panties on again as well.

Slowly she reached out and caressed my chest with both her hands, paying particular attention to my nipples. Trembling with desire I reached out and touched her. She was shaking too. We melted together, breast to breast and kissed deeply. I pushed both of my hands into her panties and opened her with the fingers of both. She was so wet! Without panties on, her moisture would have been running down her thighs! Her hands made their way quickly into my briefs and clasped my pulsating shaft. And we both came with a mighty shout of joy, spasming against each other, hardly able to stay on our feet.

Slowly, we returned to normalcy, still shuddering in the aftermath of our passion, still holding each other’s genitals, and murmuring soft words of love between our swift kisses. Eventually: “My, we have an almighty mess in here! Where do you get so much? Stay still for a moment.” Kate dropped to her knees and slowly pulled my underpants down. Great, glistening gobs of my sperm still clung to my pubic hairs and smeared my softened tool. My darling lover helped me to step out of the sopping garment. Then with her mouth, she cleaned me - licking up and swallowing every errant drop.

She remained on her knees, kissing and licking me. When she took one of my balls in her mouth and gently caressed it with her tongue, and my cock began to grow again, she murmured with delight and sucked me fully erect again. Kate caressed my testicles and scratched my perineum again as she made oral love to me, licking my pole from top to bottom and taking me deep in her throat. And when she knew, by my sudden extra hardness, that I was about to come again, she removed me from her mouth and held me so that I sprayed my juices over her upturned face. The she licked the final drops from my shrinking tip.

I looked down at her, at my glistening fluids slowly sliding across her fair skin. Instinctively, I dropped to my knees facing her and, hesitantly at first and then with greater confidence, I licked them from her. When I was done, she smiled blissfully. Her eyes were glowing with passion again. “See, you can read my mind too! Now take me back to bed please and kiss my pussy while I made you hard again. And then we will fuck, and when we come the good citizens of Brisbane will think they’ve had an earthquake!”

When we finally collapsed, exhausted again, I asked Kate: “Was that all about “laying ghosts”?”

“It was all about getting beautifully laid by the man I’m crazy about! Our talk beforehand certainly put some ideas in my head, though. How did you feel about it?”

“It was very erotic.”

“That too, and now I’m bloody starving! Shall we have a quick shower and go down and get some dinner?”

To Be Continued...



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 6



It was very difficult to struggle out of bed early the next morning. Not just because I was suffering from the effects of our sexual athletics the night before, but Kate was doing her best to tempt me into a “quickie”. In the end I wriggled out of her clasp and, after planting a lascivious kiss on her lusciously fragrant pussy lips with the promise an extended performance that evening, I took a quick shower and headed off to work. I paused briefly in the hotel coffee shop for a croissant and a shot of caffeine and detected that I was the centre of considerable covert attention. Obviously, Kate’s terrorisation of Jeffrey and Nigel last evening was “front page news” among the day shift staff. Or, maybe, somebody had spotted us on the balcony? I was sorely tempted to shout, “Thirteen!” as I headed out of the door.

When I arrived at the IT Centre I found my liaison manager fretting over some output anomalies that had appeared out of the blue. After an hour we tracked the problem down to some unauthorised and inadvertent changes made to fixed constants data by an internal someone that had cracked their security and had a poke around in the new routines. I breathed a private sigh of relief that the fault was not caused by my work. Database security was their problem.

The rest of the day was “full-on” with training and, before I knew it, it was nearly 6.00pm. I called Kate on the mobile to tell her that I wouldn’t be back at the hotel until after seven. “That’s okay.” She sounded really bright and bubbly. “Stavros and I still have plenty to do.”

“Stavros?”

“Yes, Stavros, my taxi driver. See you!” And she cut the call off.

I knew Kate was only winding me up - or at least, I hoped she was – but I felt the “little green monster” touch me lightly. Stavros, if he was who I thought he was, was out of the Greek God mould – and a good fifteen years younger than me. But, there was no way I could finish my work for at least another half-hour. And I would have to be back at the Centre the next day, until midday at a minimum.

Kate was freshly showered and positively glowing when I reached our room. After giving me a reassuringly loving greeting, she hurried me into the shower, telling me to be quick because she was starving. Insidious doubts crawled into my mind again like poisonous worms – Kate’s immediate need following multiple orgasms, I had learned, was lots of food.

She insisted that we go out to eat that night, she felt like something exotic. After some searching, we ended up in a small back street Vietnamese restaurant. We were tempted to try that one because it was very busy and all the other clientele were Oriental – two very good signs. The owners made a big fuss of us, we suspected that they didn’t have too many white Australians as customers, and, since they had very meagre English, half the restaurant was soon involved in explaining dishes to us and recommending things to try. We had a great time, great people and great food, and our total bill, including wine, was less than we paid for our entrees at the hotel the night before.

I wanted to stroll the city centre for a while when we left The Mekong, but Kate was keen to get back to the hotel. “Thee and me are goin’ to have a heap of fun my foine young fellow!”

It shouldn’t have, but it slipped out: “I thought you’d be worn out after your day with Stavros.”

She pinched the skin at my waist fiercely, “It sounds like my lovely man is jealous! And I should be VERY angry that he doesn’t trust me!”

“Well, quote, Stavros and I still have lots to do, unquote.”

“It was true. In fact I was glad you were working later than planned, because we were behind schedule.”

“Behind schedule?”

“Yes, he had to take me right out in the suburbs… you’ll find out why when we get back “home”. But, I must confess I had a lot of trouble getting him to accept payment for all the tripping around we did. And I did give in, in the end, when he pressured me to join him for lunch. But I didn’t give in when he tried to get to go to a motel with him afterwards. And we became good mates when I admitted that you are my lover, not my father, and I told him that if I wasn’t so crazy-mad in love with you, and determined to live with you forever, I would most likely have gone to bed with him. I wouldn’t have done really, but saying it massaged his ego a bit.”

“And he didn’t crash the taxi?”

“No. But, and you mustn’t be jealous, he did give me a gift – a little silver Orthodox crucifix that he kept as a good luck charm in his cab. And he said that he hoped that God would smile on us both.”

“Sorry Stavros!” I called to the night sky.

“You should be apologising to me, you untrusting beast! In fact I’m now in two minds about sleeping with you tonight!”

“Oh! Woe! Woe!” I wailed, wringing my hands. “Not only have I shot myself in the foot, I’ve blown the bloody thing right off! If I kiss My Lady’s toes will she forgive me?”

“What here?”

“Where else?”

“You wouldn’t!”

I dropped to my knees in the middle of the footpath, in the busy centre of Brisbane’s Queen Street Mall, removed each of her shoes in turn, and planted a kiss on each toe. I got a few jeers and catcalls from the buskers, but what the hell. And one female voice called out to Kate, “Good on yer, sweetheart, that’s the way to treat ‘em!”

When I regained my feet, Kate was looking at me with Vertigo Eyes. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth. When she released me she grinned, “You are so delightfully, fucking, mad! That’s why I love you so much! How fast can you run with only one foot?” Then she hoiked her skirt high up around her thighs and started dragging me, at pace, back to the hotel.

Thank goodness it wasn’t far to the hotel or I’d have been too knackered to do anything when I got there. Hand in hand, we swept through the lobby like a whirlwind and just caught an elevator as the doors were closing. Still holding hands and puffing like steam trains, we found we were sharing the cabin with a staid-looking middle aged couple. The woman stared at Kate’s flushed face and heaving bosoms with clear distaste and made a disapproving sniff. Kate squeezed my hand and smiled at her winningly, “He only gets one once a month. I’ve got to get him to our room quickly or he’ll lose it.”

The startled look of outrage on the woman’ face was a picture, but when we stopped at their floor and the doors opened to let them out, her husband shot us a surreptitious smile and gave us the “thumbs up” as he followed behind. “Poor sod!” I murmured as the doors closed again, “Promise me you’ll never turn out like her.”

Just then we reached our floor and exited the elevator. Kate pinned me to the corridor wall with her arms around me. “Oh, we’re not going to last that long.”

“That’s a depressing notion!”

She slipped a hand down and cupped my testicles, and grinned up at me wickedly, “I have a clever, sinister plan! I’m going to get you to make out a new will leaving everything to me and then I’m going to fuck you to death!”

“Aaaaaagh! What a way to go!”

“You betcha! Come on… we have work to do!” Work? Now I was confused!

Kate sat me on a chair near to the bed and then she pulled back the covers on her side. It looked like there was half a photography-cum-electronics shop laid out on the mattress. “What on earth is all that?”

“Well, this is the latest Olympus digital camera, and this is a battery operated portable disk drive for downloading stuff from the camera, which has a pretty limited capacity at high resolution. And that’s a box of disks for the portable drive. And this, of course, is a tripod. And that box contains editing software that we’re going to have to load onto one of your computers when we get home.”

“Geez, this lot must have cost a fortune!”

“Quite a lot, but not as much as it would have done if Stavros hadn’t known of a discount place way out of Town on the main highway north. Actually, I think it was run by one of his cousins and the huge discounts I got were part of Stavros’ evil plan to get into my knickers. If the poor guy had only known the use I intended to put the camera to…!”

“But, where did you get the money?”

“It was my birthday ten days ago, remember? And I put some of mine in too.”

“Oh, right. Okay, so I’m now being a bit thick. What’s the point?”

Kate sat in my lap and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Well, after you left this morning, I lay in bed for a while feeling horny as hell and resisting the need to “help myself out”. I was thinking about our conversation last night, about you and Daddy surfing The Web, and made a resolution that, when we get home, you and I are going to surf together and find some of those porn pictures and, maybe, emulate them there and then. Then I thought: Why don’t Greg and I make our own sexy pictures? Then if we’re ever apart for a while we can look at them and imagine we’re together and “relieve” ourselves.

“But you can’t do that with normal photography, not unless you have your own gear for developing and printing. Otherwise, the processing company would have a fit! But with this new technology it’s really easy. And the editing software allows you to make the pictures look really nice. And you can print them off or keep them on your computer, whatever suits.

“So now, my lovely man, we are going to take some pictures of each other – the first in our own personal porn library!”

I nuzzled her ear and slipped my hand up her skirt to caress her crotch, “And if they’re really good, I can distribute them on The Web.”

“Do that my friend and you’re a dead man! But, that feels awfully nice. Carry on for a couple more minutes and you’ll be able to take a really juicy picture of my pussy!”

We started off “simple”. The camera was easy to operate, with automatic focus and a zoom lens. A really great feature was that you could view the shot immediately after taking it. Seeing as it was Kate’s camera, although she continually referred to it as ‘our camera’, she had the first go, taking great pictures of my erect organ and other parts of my body. We downloaded her efforts to disk. Then it was my turn.

Of course, my first port of call was her wonderful sex. It was when I was experimenting with shot angles and seeing how close I could really get without losing focus, camera focus that is, that I realised that up until now I’d never really looked at that part of her anatomy. I had touched her there, and tasted her, and pushed my rampant shaft past her portal. But I had never really seen her. And her beauty awed me.

Being blond, Kate’s pubic hair masked nothing. The entire length of the crease formed by her engorged outer lips was open my eyes. I photographed this delightful vista and then I asked Kate to spread her legs wide. Her crease became a small crevasse and the glory of her hood and the shining, softer pink of her inner lips was revealed - and the merest hint of her inner secret opening.

I took several shots, but the sight and scent of her was driving me crazy and it was all I could do to resist throwing the camera to one side to worship her with my tongue. However, Kate sensed my distress and suggested that I move and photograph another part of her body. But, for one final shot, she pulled herself wide apart with her fingers to display her reddish-pink erect clitoris and the now gaping entrance to her vagina. I nearly creamed myself with desire as I watched a crystal clear droplet – evidence of Kate’s arousal - slipping slowly from that inviting, coral-pink opening. I caught it on my fingertip and brought it to my mouth.

Time for another download to disk, then I carried on to take a truly lovely profile of one perfect breast and some experimental long range and close-ups of other parts of her. Then we set up the tripod and, after much experiment and laughter captured a quite good example of Kate massaging the head of my erection with the tip of her tongue. And another of her taking me so deep in her throat that her nose was pressed into my pubic thatch. Pictures of me going down on her didn’t come out so well – we needed a lot more practice to get those right

Kate suggested that perhaps we should use a helper to take those: “I’m sure Stavros wouldn’t mind.” I ducked down and blew a loud raspberry against her lower lips to let her know what I thought of that idea.

It was Kate who set up the gem of the series: A truly beautiful profile shot of the tip of my erect cock, with just a tiny drop of my pre-come emerging from it, “kissing” the tip of her equally erect nipple. Cropped and with the hotel room background masked out, that picture would better anything in Playboy or Penthouse.

Kate wanted to stop then and make love, but I asked her, seeing as it was our last night in the hotel, if we could try to recapture “on film” some of my mental images of our lovemaking out on the terrace. She agreed enthusiastically saying, “Oh, Greg, that’s a wonderful idea. And I’d love a repeat performance!”

We started off with Kate in her nightdress. I took several shots of her from different perspectives, stood up as well as leaning on the railing. There was a slightly stronger breeze tonight and the silk clung to all of her body, revealing every curve. She was a goddess! Then I captured her naked, her back arched and her thighs spread, begging to be taken. I took an angle down my body showing the head of my shaft just nestled in her entrance and then another - of my pubic hairs pressed tightly against her bottom I was so hard up inside her.

I left the photography for a while to concentrate fully on making love to her… with her… caressing her form as I did before. Kate surprised me by reaching a keening, arching climax very quickly, without me touching her most sensitive part. I followed shortly after, taking up the camera again to take the classic porn picture of my cock, slick with her juices, nestled on her tailbone as my sperm shot in streams over her lower back.

Muttering with a desperate hunger, Kate dragged me to our bed and pulled me on top of her to copulate with her again. Somehow, I had retained my erection and was able to enter her smoothly, powerfully. We bucked and strained against each other resolutely, heaving and panting and sweating profusely in spite of the air-conditioning working overtime. We were making love, but it was also sexual combat!

Kate succumbed first, pummelling my chest with her fists as she surfed the ecstatic waves and howled with pleasure. I showed her no mercy, continuing my thrusts, prolonging her orgasm and bringing her to a second, immediate, even more excruciating climax. This time her wild convulsions tipped me over the edge and I joined her in joyful defeat as the spasms in my balls ejected my sperm in a frenzied flood against her cervix.

“Jesus Christ! Greg, thank heavens I remembered to take my pill this morning, or I’d surely be pregnant now!” Kate stuttered as we clung together in a post-coitus glow. Her normally shining blond hair clung dark with sweat to her head and neck and she looked haggard, as though she had just finished running a marathon. I felt wonderful, but I must have looked much the same to her.

“A lovely idea, but not at this stage of our relationship!” I panted, drawing her closer to me. “Oh, I do love you!”

“And I too.” But she started pushing me, her hands hard on my chest. “Greg! Please! Let me go! Quickly! The bathroom calls!” A minute or so later I heard her call to me, “Oooooh! That’s better! Come on, we need a shower!”

I took a leak myself and then joined her under the warm spray. As we soaped each other lovingly and washed each other’s hair, I let her know that had to work in the morning and that, for the next few days I needed to be available in case of problems. “But, I can do that up here in Queensland just as well as at home. I’ve never been there, but there’s this magical island off the coast further north – Fraser Island. There’s a resort there called Kingfisher Bay. How about we spend a few days there?”

“Oh, Greg, I don’t want this to end either! Let’s go, please! I’ll call my parents in the morning and tell them.”

‘Hang on, we’ll gave to check to see if they’ve got a room first.”

Kate shoved me out of the shower, “Go and do it now!”

“But it’s after 1.00am!”

“If the resort’s any good there’ll be someone on duty!”

So dripping wet and naked I called Kingfisher Bay. “Yes, we do have one unit left Mr Monk. I’m afraid it’s one of our most expensive ones, it’ll cost you…”

“Never mind! We’ll take it. Two guests for four nights. We’ll get there late this afternoon.”

“That’s fine. Mr and Mrs Monk, for four nights from tonight. We look forward to seeing you.”

Having accomplished that task, I called a very grumpy clerk at Ansett and rearranged our flight bookings to the last one from Brisbane to Melbourne, five days later.

To Be Continued...



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 7



I hired a small car and we took the Pacific Highway north as far as Maryborough, where we turned off and headed to the coast. Having found a secure place to leave the car near to the picturesque little marina, we boarded the ferry for the short trip to Fraser Island.

Our ‘unit’ was in fact a self-contained chalet, set up high so that it overlooked the whole resort complex and the seascape back to the mainland. No wonder it was one of the most expensive they had. Kingfisher Bay was designed primarily for “blobbing out” although it did have tennis courts and swimming pools if your really needed to be active, and quality shopping if you were really determined to spend money. The prime attraction on land was the island’s wildlife, its freshwater lakes, and its unique scenery. And one could take day and night-time field trips to explore both. We also found out in short order that, at 75 miles long by 22 mile wide, and nearly 800 feet high, Fraser Island is both a World Heritage Park and the biggest and tallest sand island in the whole world. Also, in the nearby seas, in Hervey Bay, one could go to see Humpback Whales really close-up.

Kate flopped, spread-eagled onto the bed with a dreamy smile on her lips, “I think Kingfisher Bay is just heaven!”

I kissed her mound through her shorts, “Hmmm, it’s not bad. But my idea of heaven is tucked away under all these clothes.”

“Oh, Greg! You are insatiable! And ‘all these clothes’? All I have on are shorts and panties, and my top of course. Not even a bra – see?” She pulled her top up to reveal her perky bare breasts.

“Grrrrr!” I growled, transferring my attentions to her lovely pink aureoles and was rewarded as they suddenly blossomed.

Kate pushed me off laughing, “Get away! They are very tender right now. And I’ve got to have a shower before we do anything like that. I’ve only got one pill left before I start my period and I usually start smelling really “strong” until it arrives!”

“All the more delicious!” I murmured kissing my way down her belly whilst swiftly undoing the button at the waistband of her shorts. 

She pushed me away again, “Besides, I want to look around the resort properly before dinner and get some Panadol from the store in case I start feeling rotten with PMT.”

“Do you suffer badly with your periods?”

“Sometimes I’m a monster! But, I’ve never had one like this one before - after having lots of sex… any sex, I mean. So who knows what’ll happen. You don’t mind do you? Would you still have brought me here if I’d told you that we wouldn’t be able to fuck?”

“Kate, I can’t lie to you…” But I could see by her resigned look that my pathetic attempt at humour was falling flat, so, “Sweetheart, yes, I would still have asked you to come here with me. I love making love with you. But how many days have we had together as lovers? Four-and-a-half? For over ten years now, the single most important thing in my life, for me, has been to be with you. And nothing will ever alter that.”

The young female assistant in the pharmacy section spent a lot of time with Kate talking “women stuff” and I wandered elsewhere in the shop and left them to it. “She recommended these.” Kate showed me a colourful bottle later, “Evening Primrose Oil. I’ve never heard of it before. It’s supposed to help with water retention during PMT. I sometimes feel so tender and bloated; I’ll try anything once. But she did warn me that I’ll be wanting to pee every five minutes!”

In bed later that night, Kate was very restless. Eventually she got up to sit in a chair by the ranch-slider, naked, staring out into the night. The curtains were pulled right back and she was illuminated by the light of a full moon - a silver goddess with black nipples and shadowed eyes. After a while, I joined her, sitting at her feet with my chin resting on my forearm that was across her knees. After gazing at the sharp, moonlight-etched planes of her face and body for a few minutes. I murmured softly, “How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter!”

“What’s that?”

“The start of the most over-used, and now corniest seduction line of all,” I replied, “The Song of Solomon.”

“It doesn’t sound corny. How does it go?”

‘How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince’s daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Thy two breasts are like two roes that are twins. Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon…’

“And I’m afraid I can’t remember how it goes from there, it’s so long since I used it to seduce an innocent young virgin. But, as I recall, it later talks of your breasts being like clusters of grapes and your breath smelling like apples.”

“Greg, It’s beautiful. When we get home, we’ll have to get out the Bible and look it up.” She stroked my hair and the side of my face, “Will you stand up for me please?” Kate got me to stand astride her thighs with my crotch level with her face. Cupping my dangling “crown jewels” gently, she whispered, “You are so trusting…

“Thy balls are like two small birds nesting in my palm – so delicate, so fragile.” She bent her head and kissed each one, and my member surged erect. 

“Thy phallus is beautiful, hot, living marble, shot through with purple veins.” She traced the ridged veins with her fingertips and then swooped them swiftly up the sensitive underside, making my cock leap

“Thy cap is a luscious purple forest mushroom, lush and warm and satin smooth.” She kissed my tip, caressing me with her tongue

“And thy pre-come is the finest wine, the taste of which is only surpassed by the full flood of your sperm as it floods my mouth in gushing streams.”

Kate looked up at me and smiled. And I fell into her Vertigo Eyes yet again.

“That’s not from the Bible,” I managed to croak.

“No. Kate O’Donnell, 1999,” She smiled again, “I have to go to the bathroom. Make love to me when I come back.”

When Kate returned I was laid in the centre of the bed, holding my erection vertical with my fingers. “Ah, good!” She sighed, and knelt beside me on the bed and took my rampant tool deep in her mouth. She wet me thoroughly with her saliva, then, in one swift movement, swung her leg astride me and thrust her pussy down hard, enclosing me to the hilt. She sat on me with her head thrown back and eyes closed. She sucked air frantically, her breasts shaking and quivering in the moonlight, “Oh! Oh! Oh, Greg! That feels soooo good! And so right! Your cock was made just for my pussy!” 

I reached up to kiss her bulging nipples, but she pushed me back down again. “Oh God! No! My breasts are so tender I’ll explode! Please, just hold my bottom and don’t touch me anywhere else. Please, let me do everything.”

Then Kate started undulating on my tool, rotating her pelvis, clenching and releasing her stomach muscles and driving me deeper, ever deeper into her hot, clinging insides. The velvet walls of her pussy gripped and freed my shaft as she flexed the muscles of her ass, massaging my whole length like an all-encompassing hand and taking me closer and closer to orgasm. Kate sensed I was near to climax and backed away until she held only my mushroom cap in her entrance. She worked her muscles again, clamping my glans rhythmically, holding me on a nerve-screaming edge for nearly minute. And when she sensed the first tick-tick-tick of my orgasmic spasms, she thrust herself down hard on me again, the sudden rush of her velvety warmth pushing me over the brink in a wild, pulsing spray of sperm against her womb.

The instant Kate felt my hot flood burst inside her, she too orgasmed violently, biting her lower lip to suppress the wild scream she knew would waken the whole resort complex. Then she collapsed on me, sobbing my name and begging me to stay hard with her until her convulsions ceased.

By the time I finally softened and slipped out of her, releasing a flood of my sperm and other juices to join those that had flowed out of her around my cock while we fucked, Kate was fast asleep. I pulled the light bedcovers over us without disturbing her and drifted away myself, wondering how much longer this miraculous relationship could last. 

Kate got up a couple of times in the night to take a leak, but each time she returned to lay on top of me with her lips pressed to the side of my throat. When she returned for a third time, at about dawn, she sleepily reached down between us and stroked my member back to hardness. Then, with a happy sigh of contentment, she slipped it back into her warm channel and promptly fell asleep again. I gently, very gently moved my cock in her until, with Kate still sound asleep, I felt her pussy walls flutter in a soft, rolling come that didn’t disturb her slumber one little bit. She told me later, when she woke, that she’d had a very erotic dream, but wasn’t prepared to admit who had figured in it except to say, “And it wasn’t Stavros either.”

We spent the next two days doing all the tourist things: tripping around the island admiring the lakes and the rain forests and the bird life. One night we went on a safari to see the dingoes, probably the only purebred native wild dogs left in Australia. And we also went to see the whales. The digital camera got put to more conventional uses throughout.

Kate kept her PMT tensions to herself, but displayed the occasional flash of irritation whenever I became particularly foolish. Her sense of humour was on a very short leash during that time. On our last day at Kingfisher Bay, after we had got over the trauma of packing up with the realisation that our idyll was almost over, Kate’s mood suddenly changed. In some inexplicable way she became “kittenish” almost to the extent of winding herself around and rubbing against me like a cat demanding attention. It was all very nice, but very perplexing to a mere male.

We retrieved our rental car in the mid-afternoon and set off back to Brisbane. Kate was very restless, shifting in her seat and fiddling with the radio trying to find music stations that she liked. The tension in the car was rising exponentially and things finally came to a head when, just north of Gympie, we came to a grinding halt in a massive traffic jam. Word filtered back to us that a huge truck and trailer unit had jack-knifed and rolled, spilling tons of vegetables all over both the South and North carriageways. Other vehicles had skidded and collided while trying to avoid the mess, totally blocking the highway. We’d be held up for hours.

“Fuck!” I exploded, “We’re going to miss our flight!”

To my surprise, Kate smiled beatifically, “Oh good! Can we turn back and find a motel? We can re-book our flight for tomorrow, can’t we?”

“Okay, if you want.”

“Oh! I really want!” Kate gripped my upper thigh really hard. “You wouldn’t believe how much I want!”

Checking into the motel was a mad scramble. Kate seemed almost demented to get us alone. Somewhat bewildered, I closed the unit door behind us and she was all over me like a rash. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked, trying to extricate myself.

“I’ve never felt like this before, but I’ve read about it and totally disbelieved it. Bloody hell, Greg, my period’s going to start at any minute and I feel so fucking horny I could eat you alive!”

“But we can’t make love. You’re out of pills. You’re not safe!”

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

“Goddam!” I exploded.

“What’s wrong?”

“There goes my fantasy!”

“No, Greg! Here it comes! I saw a pharmacy just along the street. Run down and get some lubricating jelly, K-Y or something.”

I was back in a flash. When I re-entered the unit, Kate was already kneeling, bare-assed on the bed. Hot for fucking she might have been, but the very practical girl had spread one of our beach towels beneath her in case we started her menstrual flow with the feverish activity that was to come. “Hurry, Greg! Hurry! I want you so badly!” She moaned, lifting her ass higher and reaching behind with both hands to spread her cheeks.

I spread the K-Y liberally over both of us, working some into her butt-hole with my finger, and nearly coming myself in the process. I positioned myself behind her and placed the head of my dick against her puckered opening. Kate shoved something down the bed at me – the digital camera. I took a rapid shot and then started pushing my throbbing tool into her, opening up her ass with its head

“Oh God! It burns!” She moaned, “But don’t stop! I want to feel it all!”

After a minute or so of “gentle persuasion”, Kate’s sphincter relaxed and the head of my cock slipped into her anal canal. “Aaaaah! That’s better,” she sighed, “It still hurts a bit, but push it right in. I want to feel every inch of your lovely hot shaft.” Moving very carefully, and taking pictures all the while, I worked my prick in deeper, mindful of the fact that Kate was not designed for fucking in there and not wishing to do any damage to the thin lining of her rectum. When I could go no further, I rested for a moment. Kate sighed hotly, “Ooooh! That feels fantastic! Is it good for you too?”

“It’s different… a lot different from your pussy - drier, somehow, and if at all possible, hotter. And, yes, fantastic!”

“I’ll bet this is different too!” Kate must have flexed her abdominal muscles because her whole insides seemed to clamp themselves around me fiercely. “Did you like that?”

“Jesus, yes! But don’t try it if I’m moving inside you. I might tear something.”

‘Oh Greg, stroke that lovely cock of yours in my ass and make me come! That’s what I want more than anything in the world!” 

Throwing the camera to one side, I fucked her tentatively at first, but as Kate’s hole seemed to get more lubricated, I was able to move relentlessly faster and faster. Kate moaned and gasped her desperate pleas for me to give it her deep and hard, to take her to the limit, as deep and as hot as I could. I grasped her hips in my hands and pounded into her and she responded in kind, writhing and pushing back against me, begging me for more and more of my cock.

Without any build-up or other warning I simply exploded into her, filling her ass with my boiling come and growling savagely in my lust. “Oh God! Oh God! That’s…Aaaaargh!” Kate howled at the top of her lungs and I felt her ass squeezing and releasing my prick to the same manic beat that always hit me whenever I ejaculated. But hers went on and on, for a much longer time than my spasms ever did. 

Eventually her massive tremors slowed to a halt and I gently withdrew from her now come-slippery back passage. Kate collapsed onto the towel, breathing heavily. “Stay there love,” I murmured, “I’ll get some warm water and clean you up.” When I returned Kate was almost asleep. I spread her legs again and saw with concern that there was blood on her thighs. But, to my relief, when cleaning her, I saw that we had started her period off.

I gently shook her awake, “What do you want to do about this?” Kate waved a groggy arm in the direction of her overnight bag, “There’s some tampons my bag, at the far end.”

I found the thin “pencils” where she indicated and brought them to her. Kate spread her legs wide and told me to, “Put one in me.”

“But, I don’t know how.”

“Humph, Miracle Man knows how to put his big fat cock in there, but can’t handle a teeny tampon! Come here, I’ll show you.” And Kate took my hand and showed me how to insert the column of absorbent material. Then I was to find her panties, wherever she had thrown them in her haste to get ready for me, and put them back on her. That task accomplished, she grinned at me impishly and pulled me down to lay with her, “You’re pretty good, young man, I might keep you on!”

“Cheeky cow!” I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of her nose, “If your weren’t in such a delicate state, I’d give you a good spanking.”

“Ooooo! That SM thing again! Super! Now why did you feel you had to wait until we were much better acquainted before letting me know that anal sex was your fantasy with me?”

“Well, I thought you might freak, that’s all. You might have thought me “weird”.”

“I told you I want to try everything with you, didn’t I? Well, I meant absolutely EVERYTHING. Now, why was it your particular fantasy?”

“I had never done it before and neither had you. We were both virgins and I wanted us to lose our ‘virginity’ together.”

“And I wanted that too. Sorry I stole your dream.”

“That’s fine, I have a backup. And you’re not going to find out about that one until the right moment. So, no more mind reading!”

“You’re such a lovely man.” Kate sighed drowsily as she dropped off to sleep, “Such a beautiful…”

To Be Continued...



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 8



Life resumed more or less back to normal on our return to Melbourne except that now, whenever I had a project, Kate made sure that my house didn’t descend into its usual squalor and that I ate properly. She was also smart enough to allow me my space when I needed to be totally focussed on the task at hand, but made up for lost time whenever I had a work lull. When that happened, she moved in with me for the duration and tried to fulfil her promise, made in Brisbane, that she intended to fuck me into an early grave! Jim continued to be very grumpy about my relationship with his daughter – I think he was secretly jealous that I was the lucky bastard who was bedding her and would have preferred to be doing it himself. But Corinne was rapt with the way things were progressing between Kate and I - she knew for certain just how happy her daughter was. As for Kate, well she was positively glowing! And her schoolwork had improved out of sight too.

Our Personal Porn Library grew steadily. We were both determined to make it an artistic collection rather than just straight-out Internet style hard core and it turned out that the software Kate bought from Stavros’ cousin wasn’t equal to the task. So, because we were seeking the ultimate, I raided my bank savings and bought an Apple G3 with heaps of memory and a massive screen, and the entire Adobe graphics suite. Working together and with only minimal conflict, Kate and I became quite expert at lifting and moving images and manipulating colour saturation and gradients. Our favourite picture remained the one of her breast and my penis that she took in Brisbane. It was totally outstanding once we sharpened the focus slightly and blanked out the hotel room with a misty, opalescent background.

Another task was to find the perfect location for us to fulfil Kate’s fantasy. We eventually found it one Saturday afternoon up in the Strathbogie Ranges in the Central High Country. I stripped her clothes from her slowly, marvelling afresh, as I always did, at her body’s subtle curves and planes as I made her naked. Then I laid her back on the Harley’s fuel tank and took her without any foreplay with the big bike’s motor rumbling and grumbling beneath us. She was wet and willing and came very quickly, her orgasmic shriek setting up a clatter of frightened bird-life in the surrounding bush when my gushing torrent filled her vaginal channel and tipped her over the edge.

After I photographed her, spread-eagled across the bike like a pagan sacrifice with my pearly come dripping out of her engorged and glistening hole and sliding down the shiny metal, we exchanged places and Kate took me. She rode my cock like some demented Valkyie, her golden hair flying and her breasts jouncing through two, three and then four orgasms, revving the Harley’s motor and howling her pleasure at the top of her lungs until she drew an equally fierce eruption from me.

Still shaking with the intensity of our coupling we climbed off the bike and cuddled up together laid on the blanket we had spread out to sit on when having our lunch. The cool mountain air soon chilled the sweat on our bodies making us shiver, so I pulled part of the blanket over our nakedness and we slept for maybe 45 minutes or an hour. I awoke to find Kate’s dark eyes inches from mine, studying my face intently, “You look just like an innocent little boy when you sleep,” she whispered tenderly, “all that hard, male “facing up to the world” façade you normally wear in front of other people just melts away. You are so beautiful.

“What’s going to become of us Greg? I know I want to marry you and stay with you forever and have lots and lots of little Gregs and Gregesses. What do you want? Can we marry soon?”

“Can we marry at all, Kate? Will your parents and your Church allow it? Will they allow you to marry me, a divorced non-Catholic? I know you want to stay in your faith. 

“Then I take your age, double it and then add almost half again and wonder, how many more years will it be before Kate looks at me first thing in the morning and sees an old man dribbling into his pillow? How many more years before Kate starts to look at younger men and regret throwing away the best years of her life?”

“I’d never, ever do that!”

“Sweetheart, you would stay loyal, but one can’t control what goes on inside one’s head. No, it would still be wrong of me to try and tie you down at your age. What I really want for now is to be your man and love you and make you happy for as long as you want me to. Then, if you feel the need to move on, I want us to part without acrimony as eternal friends who will cherish the wonderful times we spent together and remember the things we shared and each other with the deepest affection.”

Kate’s eyes brimmed with tears, “Oh, Greg, I… I thought you wanted to make “us” permanent. That you wanted to marry me as much as I want that with you.”

I kissed each glistening eyelid, “Ah, but I do Kate, I do! Deep down, I’m selfish enough to want us to marry and live together forever! But, at the same time, the last thing I want to do is make Kate O’Donnell, the most wonderful person on the planet, unhappy. Not now, not ever!

“Let’s make a deal… you finish school at least. I’ll be thirty-eight and we will have had another year months of “knowing” each other by then. Maybe, you should seriously consider going to university like your parents want you to. By that time you finish there you’ll be nearly twenty-three and will have seen one heck of a lot more of life. I’ll be forty-two. If we are still as crazy about each other as we are now, there’s no doubt we are meant to “be” forever.”

My Princess wasn’t at all happy with me, but I needed her to be totally sure before we took that momentous step. We couldn’t afford an error. It was going to be hard enough for us to marry with the restrictions inherent in her church, but getting out of it when the deed was done would be impossible.

I wasn’t looking for her to get into a physical liaison with anyone else either, but Kate also needed to go out with other men so that she had benchmarks to measure our relationship against. Now wasn’t the time to bring up an idea like that, but, as it turned out, the need was to come along much, much sooner than I thought it would.

Kate rested her cheek on my chest, “You’re right, of course. But damn you just the same Greg. Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!” She said it without any rancour, reaching for and grasping my soft member in her fist and sliding her cheek down my belly to enclose me with her mouth. “You taste of cunt and spilled semen, “ she broke off to tell me and then returned to bringing my cock back to raging hardness. And when her finger slid into my anus, the first time she had ever touched me so intimately there, I filled her mouth to overflowing with gouts of my thick, salty come, astonished at the depth of the feelings this wondrous creature aroused in me.

The next morning we had a surprise visit from Corinne. She and Jim had been to Mass and then he had gone straight on to play golf. It took Corinne a while to get to the point of her call and when she did it was quite a shock for both Kate and I.

“Kate, Greg… I want you to do me a big favour. I know from Kate that you two have been taking pictures of each other… intimate pictures, I mean REALLY intimate pictures. Well, it’s Jim’s birthday next month and I’d like to send him a surprise by e-mail. Not to his office of course, just to home.”

Kate flopped down in a chair absolutely flabbergasted, “You want us to take “naughty” pictures of you so you can send them to Daddy?”

“Yes… well not just naughty… pictures like those he downloads from the Internet.” Corinne delved into her handbag and pulled out a flesh-coloured, foot-long artificial cock, “If you don’t mind Greg seeing me with this…”

“How long have you been using this, Mom?” Kate whooped, grabbing the cock from her mother’s fingers and running her fingers over it like she was jacking it off.

“Well, I never have. I only bought it just the other day when I was shopping down in the City.”

“I can’t imagine putting something this size in there!” Kate exclaimed, “Greg feels huge as it is, and he says he’s only “average”.”

I felt myself blushing at this frank discussion of my penile properties.

“I can’t either, frankly. But having given birth to you and Kevin I do know what being stretched is like!”

Kate turned to me, “How do you feel about Mom’s idea Greg?”

“Taking photographs of Corinne using that? Well, if you don’t mind me seeing your sexy mother “In Flagrento Delecti”, who am I to argue?”

We took Corinne to our bedroom and photographed her while she undressed. She was uncertain and awkward at first, but she soon warmed to the task, caressing her breasts through her bra with the fake cock and sliding its head up the insides of her thighs under her skirt. At Kate’s suggestion we got out the video camera as well, so Jim would receive a movie for his birthday as well as a portfolio of stills. Very quickly, Corinne began to totally ignore Kate and I and became wrapped in her own reality as we moved around her with our cameras, trying for the best angles. As soon as she was totally naked, Corinne really “Went to Town” with that dildo. She played with it as though it was a real cock; fucking herself with it in numerous positions and bringing herself close to orgasm several times; and, rubbing its cunt-slick head over her distended nipples or bringing it to her mouth and licking her own juices from it. She was really hot!

Despite having to concentrate on taking good pictures, I couldn’t help but get a raging hard-on. Corinne had gorgeous, tight little body for a thirty-six-year-old and her inventiveness with that dildo was something to see! And Kate was inescapably turned on too, because she kept checking my crotch out and squeezing my rampant erection. Eventually she whispered, “Keep on filming Mom, I’ll be back in a second.” And then she left the room.

I clicked the macro lens onto the video camera and started taking some ultra-close footage of Corrine, on her knees, plunging the dildo frantically in and out of her ass whilst she fucked herself in the pussy with two fingers. Her whole vaginal area was a bloated purple-red from her arousal and her inner thighs were glossy with her streaming fluids. And I could tell that she was very close to coming from her violent trembling and the way she was grinding her pelvis. Jesus! I thought, this is really going to blow Jim’s mind! But I got blown away first, because my Princess’ hand suddenly came into my camera’s field of view and joined her mother’s in manipulating the make-believe cock! I almost dropped the camera from shock and then lost my breath in a great whoosh when I turned and saw that Kate also was totally naked.

“Keep on filming.” She told me as she moved in between us and lay down with her mother.

Corinne snapped, wide-eyed out of her private world, “Kate! What ARE you doing?”

“Shhhhh, Mom!” Kate kissed her mother softly, “I want to surprise Daddy too. He’s been dropping very unsubtle hints about me undressing for him for the last three years and I’m sure he wants to have sex with me as well. He’ll never get a chance at the second bit, I love him a lot, but not in that way and this will be the only time he’ll ever get to see me naked. So, let’s both send him right into orbit by giving you that orgasm you were working up to! I’ll work the dildo while you concentrate on your pussy and your clit.

“And then I want you to film Greg and I making love. That’ll be on a different tape for our own private collection.”

Corinne’s climax was a tempestuous, thrashing, sobbing cataclysm that almost had me creaming in my pants, as did the tender way Kate caressed her mother’s breasts whilst she rocked and jolted through its aftershocks. Then we showed Corinne how to operate the video camera and she recorded Kate undressing me. And then she filmed the two of us making oral and “conventional” love. Her camera work wasn’t the greatest except for her final shots, which were of Kate and I ecstatically smiling at each other as we reached our orgasm together, tightly clasped in each other’s arms. As a personal record of that side of our relationship, that few seconds of footage is worth millions to me.

Kate invited Corinne to join us on the bed – I felt very decadent, sandwiched as I was between the two warmly naked, ripe, sex-odorous women. I was amazed that Kate so readily welcomed another female that close to me, even if it was her mother – and a beautifully nude mother as well! My appreciation of the situation soon became evident as my cock insistently began to harden again. And my wonderment became almost exponential when Kate took her mother’s hand to lead it to my hot pole and both women stroked me until I shot boiling streams of pearly jism up over my belly.

“It’s a good thing we didn’t film that part!” Corinne laughed, “Jim would NOT be amused!”

I went to the bathroom to clean up and take a leak, still shaking my head at the sudden erotic turn of events. When I returned to the bedroom mother and daughter, oblivious to everything around them were fast asleep in tangled nest of naked arms, legs and breasts. I watched them for a few moments, entranced by their graceful beauty, then I closed the door quietly behind me and went downstairs to find an ice-cold beer and some clothes.

Corinne left about an hour later without say goodbye to me. Kate joined me in the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed only in one of my baggy, oversized T-shirts. She had never looked more radiantly beautiful.

“Greg, I’m sorry…”

“Hush Princess! I don’t feel that we are in any danger.”

“Oh Greg…” Kate climbed onto the breakfast stool with me, sitting astride my legs, “It was like Donna and me all over again. Mom and I half woke up at the same time and almost did it. I’ve never seriously imagined having sex with a woman, as you know, especially my own mother. But I felt so warm and tender that it seemed to be a completely natural thing to do…no writhing and screaming, just soft caresses and gentle, intimate kisses and a long, rolling release for both of us...but then we both chickened out.”

I held her close and nuzzled the side of her neck, breathing in her clean scent and stroking the smooth muscles of her bare back under the T-shirt, “Maybe, because you are both feel safe being “women”? And neither of you felt the need to be the “man”?”

She sighed, “You are such a perceptive individual Miracle Man! And right now I want nothing more than for you to take me to our room and accomplish one of those stupendous man-miracles on my body that only you can do.”

I only had to look into Kate’s Vertigo Eyes to know that she meant every word. We made love into the late afternoon. And then, still reeking of sex, we climbed onto the Harley and roared off to a nearby biker-frequented roadhouse to wolf giant hamburgers and fries, washed down with schooners of ice-cold VB draught. Thanks to the Harley, nobody took any notice of us or noticed our ripe aromas – we were probably the sweetest smelling people in the place! Slightly tipsy and happier than any other couple on the planet, we flew back home to tumble back into bed and resume our wild lovemaking.

“You truly were a Miracle Man today,” Kate murmured contentedly as she finally drifted off to sleep. “Your next miraculous achievement will be to wake me up and get me to school on time in the morning!”

Our perfect happiness took a severe hammering just a few days later. Some months previously, long before Kate and I became “an item” I put in a tender for a job up in Malaysia. It was one of those contracts a person in my line of work routinely bids for without any real expectation of success. In fact, it had been so long since I put in my submission I had forgotten all about this particular one. Now, out of the blue, the principals telephoned to say they were in Australia to interview potential contractors and, “We’d very much like you to come down to Sydney at our expense to talk things through.”

By the time I left them the Malaysians had made me an offer – one in the upper six-figure quartile in US Dollars that I simply couldn’t refuse. They didn’t want me as a programmer; they had them coming out of their ears. Their project was in trouble and they wanted a no-nonsense, results oriented team leader with large-scale health sector database experience to bring it back on track – fast, before their budget bled to death and their political masters cut their nuts off. They had trawled around the Pacific Rim for potential candidates and got good raps from my clients in Brisbane about my work. On their way to Sydney they’d called in to Brisbane to see the set-up first hand and had then looked at similar work I’d done for the NSW Government. They were so impressed by what they saw I had immediately become their prime contestant.

And they knew, also, I was freelance and between jobs. There would be no waiting for me to work out notice with an employer or finish a contract. They wanted me now. An instant answer and on an airliner to Kuala Lumpur in three days time. Ten months maximum, flat tap, seven days a week, no swanning off on “home leave” like all the other expat. contractors normally do. And a very big pot of gold at the end of it, which would be much bigger if I really got them out of the crap. I could only say a weak, “Yes” with a big cold stone in my gut from the knowledge that all hell was going to break loose when I told Kate.

And I wasn’t wrong. I made the mistake of telling her the following evening, immediately on my return from Sydney, while we were in the kitchen preparing our evening meal. The first thing I wore was the entire contents of the cutlery drawer, followed immediately by the drawer itself. Next came our meal, luckily it was only salad and cold meats, but the serving plate nearly took my left ear off. I captured her in a big bear hug before she could start with anything more lethal and held her close while she kicked and punched and called my parentage, sexuality and many other things into question in the foulest of language imaginable and at the top of her lungs. Corinne had warned me that Kate had another, darker side. But there was no way I had anticipated a tirade quite like this.

It was over in a flash, with Kate collapsing like a limp doll and dragging us both down to our knees among the scattered knives and forks and the remnants of our dinner on the messy floor. There she clung to me desperately, in floods of tears and begged me incoherently to forgive her and not to leave her. In the midst of this latter drama there came a loud banging on the back door and Corinne’s anxious voice asking if everything was all right. She and Jim had heard Kate “take off” from inside their house, nearly 200 metres away and knew from past experience that she was extremely upset. I shouted to her that we were “handling it”. And, thankfully, Corinne took me at my word and left us alone.

I helped Kate up to our room – there’s no way a skinny runt like me could carry Kate up those stairs – and onto our bed. Once there I cuddled her and stroked her flanks, muttering nonsense words of comfort until she calmed right down.

“Oh, Greg! I’m so scared. There’s hardly a week gone by since I was eight years old that I haven’t seen you. And now you’re going so far away and I won’t see you for nearly a whole year! What if you never come back? What if you find some beautiful, sexy woman up there and forget all about me?”

“Hey Princess! That’s not about to happen! I love you too much. And, I’ll have you with me all the time – three CD ROMs of you and me together. Also, I’ll set up an ICQ chat room as soon as I get there and we’ll “talk” every day, I promise.”

“Well, I’m wagging school until you leave. I want to spend every second with you!”




Vertigo Eyes Ch. 8



There was no way I could argue with that idea, because I needed to spend as much time as possible with her as well. We talked for most of the night, gradually building Kate’s acceptance of the inevitable and planning our last couple of days together. It wasn’t until the following afternoon, after a couple of hours in bed memorising the touch, taste and smell of every nook and cranny of each other’s body, that I raised the subject of her seeing other men. I admit to flinching in expectation of another blow-up, but I was pleasantly surprised at Kate’s seeming acquiescence. At first she thought I was simply paving the way for me to find “comfort” up in KL. But when I explained my reasoning, Kate said that she would give the idea a lot of thought.

On our last evening together Kate demanded that we complete my sexual fantasy, my reserve one, not the fantasy she had pre-empted on our way back from Fraser Island.

“What is it anyway?”

“Well, I’d like to watch you masturbate. I want to see the way you make yourself come and to watch it happen from a “distance”. I’ve always been so closely involved up until now that I only have a partial understanding. And I want masturbate myself at the same time so that you can watch me, to be your stimulus if you like.”

Kate took my hand and led me upstairs to our bed. I noticed that she was blushing a deep pink.

“Princess, if you’re embarrassed about doing this…”

“Well, I am a little. I don’t know why after all the intimate times that we’ve shared. This somehow seems… I don’t know… extra-personal?”

“If you don’t want to go ahead…”

“No, I’m okay. In fact I’m soaking wet down there already with the thought of it! Arrange me how you want me.”

I quickly stripped off my pants and underwear and sat down on the bed in a “lotus” position with my cock sticking up like a huge stiff flagpole.

“Undress yourself and come and sit opposite me. Leave your top on. I want to concentrate totally on your pussy and your lovely breasts would be a distraction.”

I was already stroking my cock when Kate joined me on the bed. The atmosphere was so highly charged I nearly shot my load just watching her drop her shorts and panties. And when she sat in front of me, spreading her legs and showing off her silky thighs and the dark-pink inner petals of her sexual flower, I couldn’t help but kick myself mentally for being so ready to desert her female perfection for mere dollars.

“Greg…” 

Was it possible? My Princess was blushing an even deeper pink!

“When you come… will you make sure it hits me here?” She spread her blood-engorged, plum-coloured outer lips and pulled up her tiny hood to reveal the glowing red button of her clit and the deliciously pink, glistening opening to her vagina. “I don’t want to miss out on one single drop of you.”

Fighting off the overwhelming impulse to throw myself on top of this gorgeous creature and thrust my rock hard tool deep into her lush, inviting depths, I managed to nod my agreement and shuffle my bottom so that I was a little closer to her.

Kate tentatively rubbed herself at the golden crowned top of her slit and then trailed her fingertips down the plump-walled valley to her hole. She looked me in the eyes, blushing again, then caressed her entrance briefly before plunging her middle finger deep inside.

“Ohhhh, Greg! I do wish that this was your cock!”

Staring into her Vertigo Eyes I almost creamed there and then!

She rode on her finger for a few moments and then brought its glistening length to her Hot Spot. Parting her swollen labia with the fingers of her other hand, Kate showed me how she used her slippery fingertip to pleasure her clitoris. Dipping time and time again into her vagina for more juices, she circled and stroked her tiny knob sensuously and then flicked lightly across its “head” so quickly that her fingers were a blur. And all the time her pelvis writhed and shook with minute fucking motions, driving me nearly crazy with desire.

By now Kate was breathing in sharp, ragged bursts and the pink in her cheeks had deepened to a dark red flush that was spreading down her neck to her chest. I couldn’t help noticing, also, that her nipples were poking out behind the cotton material of her tank top like rigid little cocks. My darling was becoming very highly aroused indeed! Her gaze was fixed on my fist as I rapidly pumped my hard tool and at the pre-come dribbling copiously from its mushroom tip. And when she licked her lips lasciviously, as if she was tasting my salty juices, she triggered familiar tensing of my sac and the rising “scream” in my scrotum that would end in my explosion.

Kate saw my overburdened balls clench in their sac and knew that I was about to erupt. She stopped her own self-pleasuring and spread her pussy lips wide with the fingers of both hands to greet my hot, spurting flood. My first, second and third streams splashed squarely on her clit, making her cry out with pleasure at the sudden liquid shock of its heat. My fourth and fifth found the entrance to her vagina and she cried out again. Then I moved right up close and made sure that Kate’s pussy received every subsequent last drop of sperm as I milked my balls until they were empty and my cock began to sag.

With a shuddering sigh my Princess collapsed onto her back and started pleasuring herself with both hands, finger-fucking herself with one and frantically rubbing her spunk-glossy, flaming-erect clit with the fingers of the other. In no time at all Kate fell into a wild, screaming orgasm. But for a few moments, in a remarkable show of self-will, she held herself still with her legs widely spread, showing me her little pussy-hole winking open and shut again as each orgasmic spasm jolted her. Then she scrunched up and enjoyed her sexual ecstasy to the full in her usual way.

I parted Kate’s legs again, exposing her wonderful young-girl’s sex, all inflamed and shiny with the fluids from the two of us. When I lowered my face and began to tongue her tender flesh she responded with a loud “No!” and tried to push me off. But when I persisted she gave herself up to her renewed arousal, reaching another stupendous, writhing climax in short order and letting the whole street know about it.

Even before this second orgasm had fully run its course, Kate pulled me on top of her by my armpits, “Fuck me hard Greg! Please put your lovely cock in me and fill me up! Make us come and come and come!”

She licked our juices off of my face while I fucked her and then pleaded with me to suck on her nipples, which quickly brought her another peak. She was insatiable, arousing me back to hardness with her fingers and mouth whenever I came and demanding more and more of my cock, begging me to fuck her so sore that it would take her the next ten months to heal. Eventually though, nature took its course and we fell into an exhausted slumber. But she woke me up at dawn and fell on me again, pleading and cajoling for every last inch of me to be buried in her mouth, in her pussy and up her ass. One thing was certain – I would be sleeping most of the way to KL! Mid-morning when the dreaded moment arrived Kate and I said farewell at the house – there was no way she could face standing in the terminal and watching my aircraft take off. She was very brave and didn’t cry, but I couldn’t help shedding a few furtive tears as we clung together for the last time. Jim and Corinne took me to the airport. 

For once Jim was talking to me – he was happy to see the back of me no doubt. Corinne gave me a big hug and a kiss at the departure gate and told me not to worry about Kate, “She’ll be fine. We’ll keep her occupied and the next ten months will pass in a flash.” I couldn’t help wondering if, after his birthday video, that ‘We’ll keep her occupied’ would include Jim trying to get his daughter into bed!

To Be Continued...



Vertigo Eyes Ch. 9



Kuala Lumpur was hot and humid and seemed to be in permanent gridlock from a huge, slow-moving traffic jam. Thankfully, the "haze season" from the annual forest fires over in Sumatra was almost over. At its worst, visibility in KL could go down to less than 500 metres, making normal life hell, and it was advisable to wear a face-mask when walking on the streets. My serviced apartment, rent free, was palatial and I had a chauffeur driven Lexus at my disposal 24 hours a day. Too bad I had nowhere to go and no one to see outside of work. Life wasn’t totally bad though. The range and quality of the restaurants in the city was astounding and at incredibly cheap prices too if one did not want to drink alcohol. Which wasn’t a problem for me, seeing as I was a light drinker anyway. And I have never seen so many beautiful women in one place – I resolved to find out where the factory was hidden before I left, because they surely had to have one!

My team of systems engineers and programmers was an eclectic bunch of guys and girls, mainly Indian and Chinese male with a very thin seasoning of Australians and Kiwis. It didn’t take me long to work out that most of the problems stemmed from the fact that they were all "stars" and were simply not working as a team. I quickly learned to ignore the petty insults, bitchiness and backbiting that seemed to be endemic around the place and tempered my reactions to people in terms of their effectiveness or lack of it. Once these ground rules were recognised by all concerned, we began to make progress.

I only needed a simple machine to use for communication with Kate so I purchased an iMac locally, once again, incredibly cheaply. The iMac was also a refreshing change from the Unix world I normally lived in! Setting up ICQ was a dream and we "talked" regularly as promised. I hoped the Malaysian Government didn’t have a policy of monitoring Internet traffic, because some of those conversations were exceptionally "hot", as were some of the pictures Kate took of herself masturbating and then downloaded to me!

After I’d been in KL for six weeks, Kate "dipped her toes in the water" and started going out on dates. She kept me informed on who she was going with and what they did, even sending me the occasional photograph of her latest "hunk". None of them lasted very long, probably because she wouldn’t let them into her pants. One name cropped up quite often, however, a guy called Mark who she met whilst he was on vacation from university. She seemed to be quite taken with him, even to the extent of weekend visits with his family. 

It was some time before I got a look at Mark. He was a stocky blond guy with a big Roman nose - a young fighter pilot studying aeronautical engineering under the sponsorship of the RAAF. He looked to have that "arrogant" aura of self-confidence that men in his profession seem to wear naturally. Corinne was quite taken with Mark too. It was she who sent me Mark’s picture by "snail mail" – one of him and Kate together and very much at ease with each other. A sexy young guy in a sexy job and I was thousands of miles away. If he was bedding her it was partially of my own making. And there was stuff-all that I could do about it. If Kate’s relationship with Mark meant the end of her and me, no doubt Kate would tell me in her own good time. In the meantime, I threw myself into my work and corresponded with her normally without getting any indications that there was anything deeper than a warm friendship between them. And I got more "hunk" pictures from Kate, of other guys she was dating. That could only be positive, I reckoned.

Seven months went by and the health system project was progressing excellently. So well in fact I expected to be on a ‘plane home a month early. 

And then the brown stuff hit the rotating object. There was another project, this time for the police. It would last about two years and pay a hell of a lot more than what I was getting now, which, less tax, was virtually all cash in hand thanks to the "perks" that came with the territory and my ridiculously low cost of living.

The simple mention that I was seriously considering the offer resulted in dead silence from Australia. After ten days of nil response to any e-mails and no ICQ contact, I telephoned. I got Jim, who rather gleefully told me that Kate didn’t want to speak to me and that I was in deep, deep shit. Then he hung up on me. I was stuck in limbo. My current contract terms meant I couldn’t drop everything and get a flight home to try and sort things out and every time I tried to telephone again I couldn’t get through. Except once, when I spoke to Corinne who told me very wearily that Kate never, ever wanted to speak to me again.

"I’m so sorry, Greg. It looks like it’s over. Don’t worry about your house, we’ll make sure it’s securely locked up and checked out every day."

I accepted the new contract. If I was going to be lonely and miserable for the rest of my life I may as well be very rich!

The new project was being put together in Penang. I was glad to get out of KL, especially to such a beautiful place. In addition, I negotiated fairly liberal leave terms and resolved to take a few weeks off in Europe when I felt that the work was on the right track. My principals accommodated me in a villa on the coast south of the city and, because it wasn’t serviced like the apartment in KL, I hired a young Malaysian-Chinese "houseboy" to come in every other day to tidy up. Leeong was a computer science student at the local university – a very sharp young kid who had a great future if he could afford to finish his studies. As a consequence, and because I’d "been there" myself, I overpaid him. What the hell, it was only money! A brand new Mercedes also went with the job, but I had to drive it myself.

After three months in Penang I settled into a fairly dull routine, only really coming alive at work when wrestling with technical or people problems. And that was routinely 14-15 hours a day, every day except Sunday. If I had been a drinker I could have quickly become an alcoholic, but instead, I set myself to learning the local Malay language, something I started in KL, and I surfed the Net. I gave up looking at Kate and me on the compact discs shortly after my arrival in Penang - the memories were too painful.

I was playing chess over the Net with a boy genius in Milwaukee, who was as usual beating the pants off me, when a message popped up in my ICQ chat room that just blew me away: "Greg, it’s me. Can we talk?"

Kate!

Joey in Milwaukee got the fastest chess win of his life.

"Yes, I’m here."

"I’m in the house. It feels so empty and cold. I’ve been looking at us on the computer. I need to see you. Badly."

"How badly?"

"Absolutely the worst way."

"How’s your passport? Current?"

"Yes."

"Stay there a minute."

I got back to Kate seven minutes later.

"There’s a QANTAS flight from Melbourne to Singapore at midday tomorrow and a connection on EVA Air from Singapore to Penang. Pick up your tickets at the airport. I’ll meet you on arrival."

"Are you sure?"

"No more talk until we’re face-to-face. Be there!"

One thing my sojourn in Malaysia had given me was a ruthless streak I’d never had before. I’d had to use it several times to sort stupid inter-personal conflicts out and get resources to complete the health department contract, and had probably ruined a few people’s careers in the process. If Kate really wanted to see me, she’d be in Penang the day after tomorrow.

She was. My heart lurched and I didn’t feel so tough as I watched Kate exiting immigration. She was going to be meeting a vastly different Greg to the slightly reclusive programmer she’d known a year ago and I guessed I would be meeting a very different Kate. But, as soon as I saw her I fell in love with her all over again.

Our greeting wasn’t the Hollywood "sweeping violins and near-sex in the air terminal" version. We simply stood about a metre apart and gazed at each other silently for almost two minutes. Jesus! Those Vertigo Eyes! Everything was going to be all right!

"I’m so glad you’re here," I said quietly, reaching for her hand with one of mine and taking her carryall from her with the other. "Is this all your luggage? You’ve travelled light!"

"I didn’t have much time to get suitable clothes, it’s mostly underwear." Kate sounded nervous.

"No matter. It’s probably better if we shop here for you. Come on, let’s go home."

Kate smiled for the first time and gripped my fingers tightly. "You wouldn’t believe how often I’ve prayed to hear you say that!"

I raised my eyebrows questioningly, seeking confirmation.

"Let’s go home…"

"It sounds pretty good when you say it too. Let’s go!"

We didn’t talk much on the way to the villa. Kate had been travelling for over twenty hours and she was pretty tired, even though I’d bought her Business Class tickets. Besides, we still had a lot of learning about each other to do before we could even approach our previous intimacy. And then there were the events that had thrust us apart to overcome. 

Thankfully, it was Leeong’s day off, so I was able to show Kate around the villa personally. I really loved that house. In fact I loved it so much I had started negotiations to buy it – thanks to my huge salary and some very timely investments in Singapore, I was a US Dollar millionaire now and could afford such things. It was a gracious, polished-teak-floor colonial-era residence in immaculate condition, in a beautiful setting on a high bluff. The villa overlooked the sea in one direction and was surrounded by ancient rain forest on the other three sides. Its nineteenth-century builders had positioned it so well to catch the prevailing breeze it was naturally cool and I hardly ever found it necessary to use the recently added air-conditioning.

Not being entirely sure of Kate’s intentions I’d got Leeong to make up a bed for her in one of the spare rooms. But when I showed her where my room was she asked if she could sleep there. "If you don’t mind?"

I nodded my acquiescence. "You must feel very grubby. There’s a bathroom and shower through there with lots of clean towels. Make yourself at home. I’ll be in the lounge when you’re finished and, if you want, we can talk."

I was sitting in a big wing rattan chair watching a massive container ship making its way towards Penang port when I caught the familiar perfume of Kate’s deodorant, long before I heard her bare feet padding across the boards behind me. She came into view, totally, beautifully, naked and sat astride me in the chair and started to undo my trouser belt and zipper.

"If you don’t want me, say so now," she said in a small voice. The full-blooded erection springing out of my opened pants gave her my answer with more eloquence than I could muster. Kate speared herself on it, grinding herself down hard, sucking my hot length deep into her velvet tunnel.

"Ohhhh Greg! I’ve missed you so!" she wailed lashing her pelvis against mine and writhing as if she was trying to get my whole body into her lovely cunt. "God! It’s been such a long time! You feel so good! Soooo beautiful! Ohhh, Greg! Come with me please! Let me feel your orgasm along with mine! Come now! Please, Greg, come noooooow!"

Kate’s pussy clamped and fluttered on my shaft as several months of total celibacy boiled out of me in body-wracking spasms, pounding against her cervix and driving her to a second wild climax inside a minute. She collapsed onto me shuddering with ecstasy, floods of tears soaking the collar of my shirt. I held her close, stroking the smooth, supple skin of her back until she calmed down.

Eventually, she raised herself so that I could see her face. Her eyes glittered with that familiar fire. "Believe me, you are the only man who has ever made me feel that way."

"I can believe you, because you give me feelings I’ve never experienced with any other woman."

"You’re still hard?"

"As a rock."

"Can we go to the bedroom?"

"I’ll probably lose it if I leave you. Help me get these pants off and I’ll carry you."

"Carry me?"

"I’ve been working out for the last year. Not much else to do if you’re not into the expat. social scene, except eat."

"I thought you looked bigger."

"Still the same size down there."

"Perfect."

It was as though that long waited for orgasm had anaesthetised my nervous system, leaving my cock rampantly erect, but with no desire to ejaculate. I made love to Kate for more than two hours taking her from shuddering, rolling orgasm to shuddering, rolling orgasm, staring into her Vertigo Eyes until, eventually, she cried "Enough!" But then, immediately took my throbbing tool in her mouth and worked on me until I finally let go, flooding her in ecstatic waves until my balls were completely emptied.

"I feel as though we’ve said a million things to each other, beautiful, beautiful things. Yet we’ve hardly said a word." Kate was nestled beside me, softly stroking my bare chest. "I have other things to say to you though, Greg. Things that will hurt."

"Mark?"

Kate nodded, "Yes, Mark. Is now the right time?"

"I love you so much right now, I feel pretty fireproof!"

"I never stopped loving you Greg. But I went to bed with Mark. Nine times in all, over two weeks. He was the only one."

"I could tell from the pictures that the others weren’t exactly "your type"!"

"Oh, the guy who taught me how to ride motorbikes and helped me get my licence to ride the Harley wasn’t as dumb as he looked in his picture, but then I found out he was married."

"You’ve been riding the Harley?"

"Yep! You’ve got a real biker for a girlfriend! Kevin and I wheeled it over to our garage just after you left. I cleaned it and polished it for hours, thinking of you. Then I decided to learn how to ride it. It’s amazing how attractive I suddenly became – to both men and women. I handle that bike pretty well too, for a mere girl!"

"Wow…!"

"Greg… Mark is simply the sexiest man I have ever met in my life. And that’s all he is to me – a very, very sexy man. I was only one of his women, but I didn’t care. And neither did any of his others care that he was taking me to bed. I even met some of them when I went to visit his parents with him. Sussan, is a gorgeous divorcee in her late thirties with amazingly lovely teenage twin daughters, and a two-year-old son. The boy is Mark’s. I’m also sure he is having an ongoing relationship with the daughters as well, and Sussan knows all about it. Then there was Jessica and Sam - Samantha - they room with Mark at the university and all three of them are lovers. They were visiting Mark’s sister Ella - The Goddess, Mark’s very beautiful and hugely pregnant sister.

"If there is one woman on this planet that Mark loves it is Ella. And she adores him - they just devour each other with their eyes. Her baby allegedly belongs to a guy who deserted her when he found out she was going to have a child, but I’d wager all of your money and Daddy’s as well that the baby is really Mark’s.

"But, even knowing all of that, and knowing that I wasn’t in love Mark like all the others so obviously were, I still had sex with him. He didn’t push me for it in the least. I went out with him several times over a couple of months...no pressure. I went up to the university and stayed in the flat…no pressure. I even slept with him in his bed and he still didn’t make a pass at me. Then you told me you were thinking of staying up here for another year and I just flipped.

"Don’t think for one second that I’m trying to imply it was all your fault. I rationalised it that way at first, but eventually I realised that that was only an excuse. I had sex with Mark because I wanted to. I wanted sex with him and I got it.

"It’s hurting time again, Greg. How much pain do you want to feel?"

"Better to get it all at once. As long as it is all of it."

"It will be…

"Mark was a marvellous lover and he was marvellously equipped – almost as big as that dildo Mom used on herself. And I did everything with him – absolutely everything. Believe me, it hurts me to have to tell you that. I was frightened at the size of him at first, but when I felt him inside me I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him everywhere, in every orifice, again and again and again.

"But it isn’t just the size of his cock that makes him so amazing. Mark has superhuman self-control. He can fuck for hours and hours and stay hard. He told me that he started to learn when he was fifteen. An older woman took him to bed and made love to him for several hours. Every time he was about to come she pressed her fingers hard into his perineum, on his Million Dollar Spot as he calls it, and stopped him – more than twenty times. He subsequently learned to do that in his mind, imagining her fingers pressing him there.

"Then he came across two books. One was a novel called The God of the Labyrinth by an Englishman called Colin Wilson. From that book he learned about brain control and going into an alpha state mentally during the sex act to help gain absolute mastery of his body. The other book, which he found later, taught him that orgasms actually happen in the brain and that ejaculation is only a "by product". Therefore, with sufficient self-control, it’s possible for any man to have multiple orgasms and still stay erect.

"With Mark’s already well developed abilities it was easy for him to take this new idea on board and make it work. Greg… Mark had an orgasm every time I did - at the same instant, but without coming. And on the rare occasion he did release his sperm it was as though he was giving me a very precious gift. That’s what made having sex with him so special. That’s what kept me going back to him.

"But, even with all the fantastic orgasms he gave me, and there were ever so many, I never, ever "soared" with him like I do with you. And eventually when I was fucking him, I found that your face was in my mind, and your body. Mark was fucking me, but I was fucking you.

"When that realisation finally hit home, and I gave it every chance to go away, believe me, I told Mark it was over between us. He accepted it without question, but when we said goodbye for the last time he told me to find my man and put things right with him. I’d not said a thing about you, neither had Mom and Daddy, but he knew all the same.

"And that’s why all those other women love him so much – he is so "in tune" with them. But unlike me, they have no Greg. No skinny little Miracle Man who will get on his knees and kiss their toes in the middle of a busy shopping mall or recite the Song of Solomon in the moonlight to them. But, if they ever find one, and I shall keep them away from you if you will let me, Mark will release them with his love and they’ll stay loving friends forever.

"Mark’s advice was all very well, but I had betrayed you my lovely Miracle Man. I was so ashamed. Not because I betrayed you with Mark - I regret going to bed with him, but I’m not ashamed that I did. I was ashamed that I’d cut you off, deserted you when you needed my support. You were up here all alone and crying out for help and I wasn’t there for you.

"I agonised about calling you for weeks. I was so scared you would reject me, even though I knew I deserved it. I tried to telephone, but I only had the number of the apartment in KL and I got a Malaysian guy who spoke hardly any English and who’d never heard of you. My e-mails got bounced back from the health department in KL. They had obviously deleted you from their server. I had lost all trace of you. That sent me into a deep depression. And then I did something I’d not done for many years, ever since I was a little girl – I went to confession. I told the priest what I’d done, leaving out the sordid sexual details, and his advice, along with several hundred Hail Mary’s and a couple of Novenas as a penance, was exactly the same as Mark’s – find your man and put things right with him. 




Vertigo Eyes Ch. 9



"So, I decided that the only way I would find you was get into your house and use the chat line. I figured you would still keep that going even if you weren’t talking to me. I had to knee Daddy in the goolies to make him open his safe and give me your house keys. So, I am not "flavour of the month" at home!"

Despite having to come to terms with what Kate was relating, my mental picture of her kneeing Jim in the balls momentarily gave me the chuckles.

"I sat for hours in front of that computer looking at the pictures of us together and trying to pluck up courage. I chickened out at first and went for a walk around the house to calm my nerves. I went into the lounge and sat in your chair crying my heart out. Then, on the shelf near the B&O, exactly where you left it on your last day there, I saw the Andrea Bocelli CD. Do you remember the one?"

I sighed, "I could never forget our first time as lovers and that music. They’ll live forever in my heart."

"Well, I put the music on. And I started to read the booklet in the jewel case. I’d always thought that the words ‘Time to say goodbye’ on the last track were a literal translation from the Italian version on the first one, but they’re not. I read the English translation of the first stanza of the first song…and memorised it after…

‘When I’m alone
I dream on the horizon
and words fail;
yes, I know there is no light
in a room where the sun is absent,
if you are not with me.’ 1

"It was like an omen. I went straight upstairs and opened up ICQ. And you were there!"

"I had to get back to Joey, my online chess opponent in the States, to apologise for dumping him so fast. I don’t think he really understood – he’s only eleven years old."

"Imagine how relieved I was to find you just like that! If it’d been a struggle, I think I might have chickened out again. And your ‘Be there!’ on the screen were the most wonderful words I’ve ever read!"

"Princess, I cannot blame you for what you did with Mark. I guess, Having "sown the wind" by coming here for so long and suggesting that you should date other men while I was away, I have "reaped the whirlwind". The question is, can we be stronger for it?"

"I am sure we can. Just telling you about it has given me a greater certainty about my feelings for you than I ever thought possible. But there is something else; something hurtful that you must know of before you can make any decisions. Mark was one betrayal, but then there was Ella…

"I went to visit her one afternoon. She lives alone in a small townhouse and constantly has opera music playing in the background. I will never again be able to hear ‘Si. Mi chiamano Mimi’ without thinking of her. When she opened the front door to my knock and took my hand to welcome me inside, I wanted her. She was eight months pregnant at the time and showing it. But she was so incredibly sexual that I nearly had an orgasm on the spot – it was uncanny.

"And she was just like Mark. He never asked. If he wanted to take me in the ass, he did it and it was right. If he wanted my mouth it was the same. Standing up, lying down, on my knees, it was his choice and the sex was incredible. And Ella was exactly like him. She led me straight to her bedroom without saying a word and undressed us both. Her big belly was so beautiful naked and I could see her baby moving in her. I truly believe it knew what was going on! 

"When she laid us down on her bed and slid her face between my parted legs to kiss my pussy, I felt like I was being showered with golden rain. And when I did it to her she tasted so, so wonderful. So clean and honey-sweet! Oh so deliciously sweet! When you give me babies, you must tell me if I taste like that!

"We both came very quickly that first time. As I lay, panting with my head resting on Ella’s leg I heard her saying "Baby loved that too, just feel it moving in my womb." I propped myself up on my elbow and placed my palm on her belly. Her baby was kicking like anything! Ella smiled at me. Her mouth and chin were gleaming with my juices, "My baby and I want to give you more orgasms, Kathleen O’Donnell, and we want more from you. Put your finger inside me this time and you will feel us both come." And I did. And I could feel the baby moving from inside her pussy too. And it kicked and wriggled every time Ella’s cunt contracted around my finger as her orgasm rolled through her.

"We made gentle oral love all that afternoon. I lost count of the orgasms we gave each other, but another one was always on the brink as soon as one was over.

"Ella had her baby on schedule - an angelic little girl. It had to be a girl, loving orgasms the way she did when she was in Ella’s womb. Ella sent me a photograph and told me that one of little Maria’s many second names was Kathleen. One, because Ella liked the name. Two, because she remembered me fondly. And, three, as a reminder of the one and only woman she’d ever met who had been to bed with Mark and had not fallen in love with him."

"Whew!" I felt totally deflated. "That was quite a saga!"

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"Is my forgiveness really the issue? I can honestly tell you that I understand what drove you to do what you did. I can tell you that I admire your courage for telling me about it so openly – you are very brave, I’m not sure I could have done the same. I can also honestly tell you that my feelings for you haven’t changed one bit. I still love you deeply, but there are added dimensions to our relationship that I’m going to need time to fully come to terms with.

"I have one more question though…did you and Corinne ever…?"

"No, only that one time when you were there. I think she freaked a little bit when she came back to earth and realised what we had almost done. I told her it was okay and I had no regrets. It was a tender moment between us that went a bit further than either of us expected it to. And a memory I will always treasure."

"Hmmm. It probably helped you…with Ella. The main question for me now is where do we go from here? Us…Kate and Greg."

"I’ve told Mom and Daddy that I’m probably not going to go to University. But I’ve also promised them I will go back to Melbourne to finish school and take my final exams, just in case…"

Kate slid off the bed and knelt at my side, taking both my hands in hers. "I know it’s not St Valentine’s Day, and it’s not a Leap-Year… Gregory Monk, I thought I loved you before but I now know that I love you to distraction. Will you marry me and fill my belly with your babies and make me the happiest woman in the world?"

I fluttered my eyelids at her coyly, "Oh, Kathleen! This is so sudden! Have you asked my Father for his permission? And can you support me in the manner that I’m accustomed to?"

"Gregory!" Kate laughed, "Stop being an idiot! WILL YOU FUCKING MARRY ME?"

"Kate O’Donnell, you are the music in my life…Yes, I will!"

‘I live for her, you know, since
the first time I met her.
I do not remember how, but
she entered within me and stayed there.
I live for her because she makes
my soul vibrate so strongly.
I live for her and it is not a burden.’ 2